Engineer Part 3

>"Hey! You two!"
>What could you have possibly gotten into trouble for this time?
>You and Scootaloo perform a synchronised pivot, and both end up facing the burly stallion.
"What?"
>"Your little frog contraption destroyed one of the trains."
>You sigh and slump your shoulders.
"I suppose I'll have to fix this?"
>"No, that won't be necessary. You'll simply have to pay for-"
>Yeah, right. As though you have money.
>You push past the stallion and head for the train yard.

>Upon arriving at the train yard, you pick a train at random and take a look at it.
>There's a hole where it's boiler should be, and the wheels aren't connected to anything except the axles.
>Should be easy enough to fix.
>You stare at the train for a while longer.
>Mental drafts for all sorts of improvements skip about your head, before settling on one.
"Scootaloo, fetch me some tools. And that jetpack."
>"You got it!"
>She dumps the jetpack at your feet, and you start pulling it apart.
>Once it's been reduced to it's important parts, you start to build the train's new and improved engine.
>This needs to go here, this other bit could be cut short...
>Scootaloo arrives with some tools, and you start putting the engine together in earnest.
>An hour or so of furious working later, and you have an engine.
>Well, almost an engine.
>Your design called for more lead plating, to keep the radiation under wraps, but oh well.
>It looks like a tank had a head on collision with about fifty Tesla coils while travelling at the speed of sound, but it'll probably work.
>You get Scootaloo to help you lift it into the place the boiler should be.
>You fish around in your pocket for a bit, before finding a couple AA batteries.
>Some of the few pieces of earth technology to make the trip here with you.
>You slot them into the engine, and flick the switch.
>The machine hums as it turns on, and an eerie glow starts to emanate from it's internals.
>You hop out of the train, and beckon somepony over.
>"What now?"
"I've fixed this train."
>He scoffs.
>"In an hour? Yeah, right."
>You frown at him, and hop into the train.
>He doesn't think this train works, you'll have to show him!
>You push Scootaloo towards the engine, and head towards the front of the train.
"Scootaloo. Plot a course for Canterlot."
>"Sure thing, Anonymous!"
>She fiddles about with the engine for a bit before giving it a firm kick.
>It surges to life, with lightning sparking through it and a loud grinding noise starting up.
>A few seconds later, and the train suddenly flies down the tracks at about a thousand miles an hour.
>For half a minute, you brace against the tremendous forces threatening to tear the train apart.
>Then the train stops, as quickly as it started.
>You take a look outside the train.
>Elegant, Russian inspired architecture, lots of whites and golds, and a gaggle of unicorns gawking at the train.
>Must be in Canterlot!
"Yeah! We did it!"
>"Yeah!"
>You wave and smile to the gathering crowd, before you see what looks like the local law enforcement start to show up.
>You're pretty sure that you've broken at least one law by doing this.
"Well, Scoots, that's our cue to leave! Put this thing in reverse!"
>"Can do, Anonymous!"
>She fiddles with the engine some more, and kicks it again.
>Once more, the engine rumbles to life, with lightning and noise.
>Then the outside world turns into a blur of color for thirty seconds.
>And you stop back in Ponyville.
>You step out of the train, and pat the slack jawed stallion on the shoulder.
"It works."
>You start to walk away as the stallion heads for the train.
>"How in blazes do you work this thing?"
>Guess you have to do everything around here.
>You turn on the spot and barge back into the train.
>Whistling for Rivets, you set about making some handy-dandy pedals.
>You tear a panel off the side of the train for scrap metal, and Scootaloo starts rearranging the insides of the machine.
>When Rivets arrives, you tell him to fetch the paint.
>"Rivet, rivet!"
>What a great frog.
>You remove some of the engine's safety mechanisms out, and assemble a plasma cutter out of them.
>One of the AA batteries should be enough to power it.
>You fish one of the batteries out of the engine. It's surprisingly warm.
>Regardless, you slot it into the plasma cutter, and it sparks to life.
>You hand the plasma cutter to Scootaloo and she starts cutting pedals out of the sheet metal.
>At about that time, Rivets returns with the paint.
>And only the paint.
>Whatever, finger painting it is then.
>Scootaloo finishes cutting out the pedals, and disassembles the plasma cutter while you paint them.
>Each one gets a yellow paint job, and is then labelled appropriately in red.
>Each pedal is labelled thusly;
>FAST
>FASTER
>SLOW
>STOP
>And the left over pedals get the names of nearby towns and cities painted on.
>Canterlot, Dodge Junction and the like.
>You pick up the parts of the disassembled plasma cutter, and rebuild it into an arc welder.
>You weld the pedals onto appropriate parts of the machinery, and upon completion step back and admire your handiwork.
>It looks like some expensive piece of military hardware collided at high speeds with some sort of electrical device, and then someone welded a bunch of yellow pedals to it.
>Perfect!
>You disassemble the arc welder, and retrieve it's battery.
>After slotting the battery back in the engine, you dust off your hands and walk away.
>Another job well done.