Listen to your Crew [Plone][Main][Incomplete]

>Be Anon.
>Today is your first day on the job as a mechanic for an airline.
>Like any good employee, or one that doesn't want to get to their raise as fast as possible, you show'd up early.
>The airline would only let you deal with one aircraft for your first few months.
>Her, at least you assumed it was a her, N-Number was N7688F.
>You've been waiting an hour for her to show from flight training to perform a diagnostic on her systems.
>If you got yelled at for not doing anything, you'd just blame her.
>She's just a machine.
>
>Be Airline.
>Currently, you were wishing you were at your hanger right now.
>As you were being lectured on the importance of setting proper trim for landing.
>This, you could careless about.
>But the the pegasi waiting for you outside to tease you.
>You'd think there'd be separate schools for mechanical ponies like you.
>But according to the Education Council it was "Out of our budget"
>Then again, other plane ponies like you didn't get bullied for being mechanical.
>Mostly due to the fact they sported a form of gattling gun, missile, bomb, or worse on themselves.
>Not you, You were special.
>"....Or worse, you could be overcome by a sudden gust of wind. I just don't want to see you get hurt, Okay?"
>You say nothing, only nod.
>It was time to head back, you needed to get back your hanger for a checkup.
>You never did like mechanics, you thought they were kind of pervy.
>Draining this fluid, pulling that wire.
>Hell, you were scared shitless when they drained your hydraulics, you thought they'd rape you as soon as you were unable to move.
>Strange... This is the usual time when a bunch of pegasi gang up on you.
>"Hey! No-Tail, Where ya going?"
>Right on time, Fuck."
"What do you want Brute?"
>Brute, a steroid driven overachiever who has nothing better to do than to "mess" with you.
>"Ah nothing No-Tail, I just wanted to check if I had anything in my teeth, so I wanted to check your head."
>His biggest insults were towards your head and tail.
>Your key weaknesses.
"I do too have a tail"
>Your words come out nothing more than a mere whisper.
>Big guys like him tend to be instigators.
>"Where is it then. Because this doesn't seem like it"
>He pushes your elevators up and down harshly, causing you to wince.
>How long till you get to the hanger.
>According to your FMC, ten minutes, Thank celestia.
>You'd just let Brute go on his rant of how great her was, and how deformed you were.
>He'd eventually go away.
>You sigh softly in annoyance.
>Maybe if he'd get off your left wing you'd get there faster.
"C-Can you get off?"
>You don't turn to look at him.
>He'd see the weakness in your eyes.
>"Why? Your wing boners of bouncy."
>His tone of voice is comparable to a five year old asking his father why he can't do something.
>Needless to say, he pushes his point bouncing up and down of few time on your wing.
>More pain erupts from it causing you to seethe in pain.
>'Low pressure on No.1 forward fuel pump'
>There goes flying for the rest of the day.
>In the distance you can see your hanger.
>You guess it'd be considered a home.
>Though most fillies and foals come home to their loving parents.
>Not you, you were never really sure who your parents were.
>Nor did you bother to ask, maybe the mechanics could be considered your fathers?
>Nah, they were weird, sexual deviants most of the time.
>getting closer to the front entrance, you notice the Brute had long left.
>"There you are November-seven-six-eight-eight-foxtrot."
>Your owner was waiting for you at the front door.
>You never really did like him, he was just a fat, corprate cat looking for an easy bit.
>It seemed like whatever you did made him mad because it costed him money.
>" I have no idea where you've been for the past half an hour, but you have scheduled maintenance work."
>Brute took the opportunity of the letting Fat Cat ream you, and bounced off your wing and promptly flying away..
"Y-Yes sir, sorry sir."
>"Don't say sorry to me, say sorry to my bank account. I'm the one paying the mechanic by-the-hour, not you"
>Maybe you should of started of started one of your engines and sucked Brute in.
>Then maybe you wouldn't of been late.
>Though truth knows you wouldn't follow though.
>You were a pacifist.
"O-of course sir, I get in there right away"
>"I hope so, else if you get too costly I might have to cut your preventative maintenance scheduling."
>Fat Cat walks away muttering expletives about his company and you.
>You give a downtrodden sigh as you walk in to get this over with.
>"Ah, there you are. I was beginning to think they were going to pay me for doing nothing.
>You give a nervous laugh.
"No no, I'm hear, I just got...caught up, is all."
>He gives you a nod, before grabbing a clipboard and running a pen over the pages of paper.
>"O-Kay... First thing on the list is engines. So if you don't mind, I'll plug in a system reader into your OBD, and we'll see if everything is running smooth"
>Grabbing a small tablet-like device, he takes a cable out of it, and harshly jams into a port on your foreleg.
>"Alright, start engine number one please."
>There was doubt that i'd work after Brute using you like a playground.
>It couldn't hurt to try.
>The whirring of your first engine starts as you feel it start to rev.
>"...N2 coming up nicely, oil temp and pressure look fine"
>Though you quickly develop a tired feeling from it. A feeling comparable to using a sore muscle.
>Pop! Pop!
-Eng 1: Fail; Following actions
-Eng Mode Sel: Ignition
-Thrust Lever 1: Idle
-Eng Master 1: Off
-If damage
-Eng 1 Fire: Discharge
>You knew, it wouldn't work
>"Tsk tsk tsk, looks like someone's been pulling some dangerous moves lately.
>God, could this day get dragged down even further?
>" Engine failure seems to be cause by starvation, Probably knocked a the pump loose is all"
>Please don't say you have to open it up, please don't say you have to open it up , Ple-
>"Looks like I'll have to open it up.
>Shit.
"D-Do you really have to?"
>He doesn't even look back at you, as he goes back to grab a tool box.
>"Yep, unless you'd like me to replace the whole unit."
>You gulp.
>Engine replacements were a painful experience for Plones.
>it's kind of like lobbing off a hoof, and reattaching a new.
>Except there's no anesthetic.
>Oh, and it's an engine.
"No, go in whatever you'd like.
>He walks back over and removes the cowling
>You shiver in anxiety.
>You felt every touch, prod, pull, and turn he did with everyone of your parts.
>Well, at least he isn;t as pervy as most of the other mechanics were.
>"Huh... would you look at that?"
"W-What...what is it? is it bad?"
>God maintenance work always had you on edge.
>"No, nothing bad. it's just looking up, I can see some stressing on your wing."
>Brute.
>"What were you doing exactly before you came over? No high G moves right?"
"No, nothing like that"
>you rub your fore hoof awkwardly
"I was just...walking home."
>He seemed to pause.
>"Uh...huh, so you were walking home and some how your right wing stressed itself by you walking"
>Wells, you guess sarcasm is more his thing than perversion is.
>Biting the bullet, you decide to detail further.
"No.."
>You sigh.
"...When i left flight school, some of the pegasi I was with, had a bit of fun with me"
>" Forgive me if I'm wrong, but wouldn't that kind of play...hurt? and forgive me again by saying they don't sound like much friends if you get hurt by them"
"Well they aren't really much friends to me anyhow."
>You mutter.
>The mechanic seemingly jammed something hard in your engine chassis.
>So why'd you let 'em? Wait, better question, why are you going to a flight school with pegasi?"
>You give a shrug.
"They just told me the company didn't have money in the budget for and individual school plones like me"
>He pauses for a few seconds.
>"Well that's stupid."
>You give a light chuckle.
"It is"
>"But back to my first question. Why'd you let 'em?"
"I tried to tell them to stop, the first few times. Then I tried taking up ignoring them. Hasn't been working so far."
>"Soooooo, there're bullies?"
"Well, they just don't know when to stop."
>"So there're bullies?"
>Sigh.
"More or less, yes."
>"I'll If I can talk to the instructor"
>Your breath caught in your throat in shock.
>Causing you to give a shaky reply.
"Uhhhhh, T-there's no n-need for that. I-I'm sure I can handle it on my own"
>You heard him give a deep chuckle and snicker.
>He closes up your cowling.
>"Well, if you want my honest opinion..."
"I kinda don't"
>" And I'm not asking; you're doing a terrible job at this anti-bully thing."
>The ears on your head splay back, you give a soft response.
"I know"
>"What's your name, kid?"
"W-What?"
>"Your name, what is it. I never caught it."
>He already had it, why is he asking?
"You already have it, on your clipboard."
>He gives you a grin.
>"No, I know your registration number. I wanna know what other call you, as I rather call you by it. Rather, than as "that one plone""
"It's... Airliner"
>He walks in front of you and holds his arm out.
>"Nice to meet ya Airliner, I'm Anon"
>You shake it.
>Your hoof is huge in comparison to his arm.
>Well, you are a thirteen foot plone.
>"And I'll be seeing you....tomorrow at flight school"
>Wait.
>What!
"Why's that?"
>"Well, as much as I like you already. I and your boss would not like to make this a daily occurrence. Of me having to fix some random broken part, because of a worthless bully, and him having to spend the money."
>You tried to speak against his decision, but ultimately couldn't get it out, as he already turned up and left.
>Sigh.
>This was going to be a long week.
>Could be worse, you could have Blitz dealing with them.
>Yeah... A lot worse if it was Blitz.
>Her and her.... tendencies, tended to get the best of her.
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>"and as you can see, increasing the size of the wing can, blah blah blah ...."
>You haven't seen him all day.
>He said he'd meet you at the school today.
>Part of you is relived that he didn't come.
>Another part is disappointed, and felt forlorn.
>The instructor has said nothing to you so far today.
> He was probably lying.
>You gave a sad sigh.
>Of course he did, who'd want to be with a los-
>"Airliner?"
>You sit up straight a look towards the instructor.
"Y-Yes?"
>He looked at you and gave a brief, awkward laugh.
>"Looks like you didn't hear. I asked what are the effects of increasing wing size?"
"L-Lower V1 speed, but lower speeds"
>He gave you a nod.
>" Correct, and for pegasi, blah blah blah...."
> Yeah, loser machine.
>
>Be Anon.
"Thanks again for using some of your leave time to come here"
>"Trust me, this is more for Airliner than for you Anon."
>You and the ponified A-10, known as Blitz made the way to the flight school.
"Yeah, well, I just need you for backup. Y'know, just in case it goes too south. I know if she saw you, she'd have a heart attack"
>Do plones even have heart attacks?
"Or what ever you guys suffer from"
>She gave a wicked laugh.
>" Yeah, well, She was always a bit timid. Sometimes a little too timid. But if anyone messes around with her, I'll BRRRRRRRT them"
>Blitz was an extreme plone, though, you guess you couldn't expect less from a member of the military.
"Yeah....try not to do that. I don't feel like explaining to the FAA, and DOD how a A-10 brutally murdered a class of pegasi."
>Looks like coming with her was the best idea....
>....for the pegasi.
>You and Blitz came upon the doors to the school.
>"Now what?"
"Now, we wait and stay hidden, and if everything is true, we'll confront the pegasi. They'll get intimidated by you, and stop messing around with Airliner"
>She gave you and unsure look.
>"I may have not of done well in combat strategies class, but that sounds like a stupid plan."
>Cue tsundere face
"Well, would you rather wing it instead?"
>She looks at you blankly.
>"Yes."
>You give her a frustrated look.
"That was rhetorical."
>She continues to give you blank look.
>Huff.
"Whatever, lets just hide around the corner."
>
>Be Airliner.
>Class has been over for a bit over fifteen minutes. At least, according to your chronometer. Though you and your classmates had to stay,to earn your required ground school hours for the day.
>Meaning you'd be stuck with Brute and his gang.
>"It's too bad your wing boners take up this much space, maybe if you didn't, you might have somepony to talk to."
>Just ignore him.
>He flicks the tip of your wing, causing it to vibrate like a doorstop.
>L-Lewd.
>"What? Does no tail have nothing to say?"
>Knock! Knock! Knock!
>He's getting increasingly physical. He's knocking on your head now.
>And your nerves.
"Can you please stop?"
>Wrong move.
>"Oh, looks like metal mare is alive, I was  beginning to worry they forgot to turn you on."
>You groan in frustration.
"And you forgot to turn off your sense of personal space"
>He is pushed away by you.
>"Oh com'on metal mare, you love the attention. Plus it's the most you're gonna every get."
>Your words falter.
"W-What are you even talking a-about?"
>He chuckles in a cruel fashion.
>" I mean, no pony would want to date or even make friends with a bald, no tail freak like you."
>You scrunch your nose in frustration.
"That's not true! I-I have friends."
>Brute gives a cocky grin.
>"Are you sure about tha-"
>The instructor interrupts.
>" Alright class, that's enough free time for today. You're all dismissed for today, and I expect those papers on aviation law by Tuesday...."
>He didn't have time to finish as you took the opportunity to flee out of class.
>Making it out the door, you are stopped by a sudden force grabbing you by your elevator.
>Turning around, you see Brute grabbing on.
>"Where ya going no tail, I thought we were having a nice conversation"
>Gulp


"Let go, Brute."
>You try your best to be intimidating.
-Engine 1 Start.
-Eng 1 mode Sel: ignition
-Eng 1 Thrust: Full
-N1- %103
>You, almost regrettably, start your engine and set it to full power.
>If he wanted you, he'll have to talk to your jet blast first.
>Setting full thrust forced his wings wide open, and as he stared at you with shock. You sent him flying.
>"Hey what are yo- WHOA WHOA WHO-"
>Brute is sent stumbling back into the class room.
>Taking advantage of this moment, you flee even further.
>Pushing yourself into a full gallop, you proceed to start all your engines.
>One advantage plones had over pegasi, is that they had greater speed than them.
>Come on, Come on.
>Have to get away.
-V1 Reached, Rotate.
>Lifting yourself into the air, you hear the ATC controller scream at you over the radio.
>"88-Foxtrot, you are not cleared for takeoff."
>You give no response, the...what was it called.... adrenaline, yes adrenaline was running through your system.
>"88-foxtrox, this is equestria tower, on guard. Abort takeoff immediately"
>Flap flap flap.
>Looking behind you, Brute was catching up, and fast.
>"Where do you think you're going you little whore!"
>"88-Foxtrot, Equestria tower on guard, radar services terminated."
>The panicked chatter over the radio increased.
>" Cactus 1515, cancel landing clearance, go-around, fly runway heading, climb and maintain 3,000"
>"Going around, Cactus 1515"
>Your fleeing was sending atc into a frenzy.
"Ah!"
>He...He's got a hold of your tail.
>and he and his fat behind was dragging you down.
-Sink Rate, Sink rate.
"L-Let go!"
>"Not until I'm done with you, bitch"
-Sink rate, Pull up.
>Shit shit shit.
>Tossing your hind legs, you attempt to kick Brute off of you.
-Minimums, 100, 50, 40
>Oh this is going to hurt.
-10
>Crash.
-Eng Fire: 2
-Low Press. on Hyd. A
-Eng. Bleed trip: No. 2
"Ughh..."
>You're vision faltered in and out as you tried your best to stand.

>" Everyone, on the tarmac, STOP!"
>God, the ground hurts like hell.
>"Equestria Ground, Battalion 5 is making it's way to the scene."
>"Battalion 5, proceed as requested."
>Looking to the left, you see Brute , shakily getting up, With a fire in his eyes, he began to approach.
>Shakily, you take several steps back, to avoid him.
>You can barely make him out, the tears from the pain blur your vision.
> No, no, no.
>You never meant for to escalate to this.
>You just wanted him to stop bothering you.
>In the distance, you could hear the roar of engines, followed by some pony yelling.
>"AUGGGGHHHHH..."
>Brute, confused, looks to his left.
>He has all of two seconds before he, tackled by a blur.
>There's another voice.
>" Oh, fuck. Airliner!"
> Turing to the right, you see that mechanic again.
>He looks panicked.
>Wonder why.
>Where are those sirens coming from?
>You fall into mechanic's arms, barely managing to keep your large body up.
>In front of you, is Blitz.
>She's back from her tour already?
>She seems to be beating the crap out of Brute.
>This pain your experiencing almost has you giddy.
>You give a weak giggle.
>Shit is fucked.
>Where'd the lights go?
>....
>
>Be Anon.
>Shit, how this all go down hill so fast?
>Your currently sat off to the side alone, where several emergency vehicles crowd the scene.
>Fire crews wouldn't let you see her, till they cleared the scene.
>Blitz, wasn't allowed to leave till MP's finished questioning her.
>There was a fire pony approaching.
>"You the airline's mechanic?"
>You nod grimly.
>He beckons for you to follow.
>" She's been banged up pretty badly, so you'll have your work cut out for you in the next couple of days"
>You ask the fabled question.
"W-what kind of damage is there?"
>He sighs.
>"Well, her second engine caught aflame, we had to rip it off of her to prevent the flame from catching the rest of her."
>"Her left wing looks completely torn up. It'd probably be to replace the whole thing."
>It's gonna be a long week.


>Where to start, where to start.
>Airliner sat in your maintenance hanger.
>Suspended in the air by several cables.
>Sedated, because if she woke, she'd be screaming in pain.
>Her left wind was mangled.
>It was missing an engine.
>Her elevators would need work, since she more or less landed ass first.
>Might as well start with the hardest part.
> The wings.
>You grab a power drill, and begin removing bolts from the aircraft, near the base of the wing.
>The Spars were probably warped and bent to hell.
"Damn it, Airliner"
>"Are experiencing troubling psychological reactions?"
>JESUS H. CHRIST.
>You thought you were alone in here.
>Scared the crap out of you.
>Nearly drove the drill into Airliner's body fuselage.
>Looking behind yourself, you see nothing immediately.
>Then you look down.
>You spot an small, white and gray plone.
>It's eyes are covered by a plate, giving it...him...her, an emotionless look.
"Uhhh, who are you, and how did you get in here?"
>"I am MQ-9 unit 9366, I followed your person through the door with out your detection."
>Her tone was as dead as a door nail.
>Plus You thought that all drones ran under the government, why is this one following you?
"Aaaand why are you following me?"
>" I am following the orders of a A-10 Thunderbolt II, under the designation "Blitz" to monitor you and preserve your safety"
>You chuckle, and continue your work on removing Airliner's wing.
"And she couldn't of come here herself?"
>"Per requirements of the Equestrian Air Force's Special Investigation Office, all officer are asked to separate themselves from witnesses to avoid tampering"
>Hm, kind of clever, sending a monotone, emotionless drone to keep an idea.
>Assuming that drones can't influence others  of course.
"So what, you're just gonna sit there all-day and watch me work?"
>"I can provide assistance if needed."
"Well, you can..."
"...Start by grabbing a drill, and helping me undo these bolts."
>She says nothing and goes to grab a second drill.
>Might as well make use of her, rather than have her stand there for hours on end.
>Just....staring, at you
>It'd be just creepy for you.
>Anyways, with both of you working on repair work, you'd hopefully get it done twice as quick.
>....
>.....
>....
>Okay, even though you're suppose to be focusing on something right now.
>you couldn't help but feel bored.
>Maybe a strike a conversation with the drone?
>Maybe not, she didn't seem like one for conversation.
>"Eye tracking and body language indicate at lack of excitement from you."
>See, what'd you say, creepy.
"I'm fine"
>Last bolt
"Why did Blitz even want you to watch me for, last time I checked, she doesn't really care for me"
>She remained silent.
"It was more for Airliner, wasn't it?"
>"A-Affirmative."
>You thought so.
>Drony, and you gently laid the wing down so you'd be able to disconnect all the assorted cables and lines.
>What?
>Yeah, Drony, you don't know what to call her, might as well give her a name for the time being.
>Grabbing a nearby pan, and placing it underneath the wing, you begin disconnecting each fluid line.
>Hydraulics, Fuel, oils.
>You'd have to let them all drain completely before attaching the new wing.
"Well it's gonna be a while before this finishes, do you wanna..."
>Looking at Drony, you can see the disgusted look on her, despite her trying to keep a hardened face on.
>She even looked a bit green.
"You alright?"
>"Y-yes comm-...Heat signature at South-southwest"
>Looking to the hanger doors, you hear and see nothing.
"You sure abo-"
>BANG BANG BANG
>Internal note: Drony has future predicting powers, may be a ninja.
>You give Drony a quick glance.
>Walking over, you unhook the pin locking the door.
>Oh, another warplone
>A Mig-29
>As you opened the door she had her head turned, looking away at something else.
"Can I help you?"
>She turns to you.
>"Yes, I was wondering if I could see...."
>She has a look of surprise looking at, which quickly turns in a sultry look.
>"....Oh well I see now Airliner is in capable, strong hands."
>She seems to lean in towards you a little too much.
>Drony flys a top of your head, and peaks over to see the view.
>"Good afternoon Mikoy-"
>"Buzz of flying computer chip!"
>aaaaaand there's aggression
>Drony proceeds to then stumble back off your head and onto the hard floor.
>"Ouch...."
>This was starting to get very weird.
"Uhhhhh, you wanted to see Airliner"
>She had a small snap of realization, before her faced returned to her previous seductive look.
>"Oh yes, I nearly forgot, though I'm pretty sure man like you can get her fixed up in a jiff"
>You turned around and headed back to where Airliner was suspended.
>weird, Drony vanished from where she was on the floor.
>It's those damn ninja powers of hers.
"Well, I don't know about a jiff. She was really banged up when she crashed."
>"Wait, crashed? I was told that she got into a fight at flight school."
> Entering the main area of the hanger, Airliner's unconscious body came back into view.
"Well, if you call flying to three-thousand feet, going into a nose-up stall and crashing, a fight. Then yes, she got into a bad fight."
>All she could do was look upon her friend's unconscious body, as it hung, suspended by the cables from the ceiling.
>Looking at her, she seemed to borderline on tears.
>"I-Is she-"
"Dead? No, just sedated."
>She took a deep breath of relief.
"Took a hell of a beating: mangled wing,  flaming engine, damaged elevators, and that's only what I can see on the outside"
>"Well, what happened to the one who did this"
"Heh, Blitz got to him first, would of pro- Ooof"
>Skybreaker knocked you and your fat butt onto the floor, getting nose to nose with you.
>She looks...pissed.

>"Oh I see how it is, first you play with my emotions, play around with me, and then break my heart by telling me you're already in a relationship! Well I tell yo-"
"What the hell are you talking about, me and Blitz are barely friends as it is, she was with me mostly for Airliner's sake"
>Skybreaker scrunches her nose and blushes heavily in embaressment. She looks nervously to the left and right.
>"Oh, yes, O-of course...silly me, I was j-just..."
"Can you get off me now?"
>She looks you dead in the eyes, with that same sultry look again.
>"Oh Anon, we both know you don't want this moment to stop"
>You try to object further, but she places a forehoof over your mouth.
>She seems to blush even harder.
>This...this is really happening...isn't it?
>She's gonna fuck you....right here... in front of her unconscious friend....who could very well die.
>Not your proudest moment.
>"C-Commander?"
>Both of you turn your heads to look at Drony.
>Of whom had a blushed and uncomfortable look.
>"T-The primary fluids have finished draining."
>She points to the full pan of mixed fluids from Airliner.
>Squee
"Looks like that's my cue to get back to work."
>Quickly, you slide yourself under her to escape.
>Walking back to the pile of trashed wing, you look back at her and give a sigh of disbelief before walking off.
>Which, in turn gave you the ability to give a sigh of relief.
>Looking down at Drony, before returning to your work. You saw her looking at you with a cocky grin.
"What?! Don't give me that look. I didn't ask for any of that."
>"Of course commander"
>You could practically hear her holding back the laughter.
>Taking the old junked wing, you toss it aside, and head to a storage area.
>Hundreds of parts, littered the room.
>All various aircraft.
>When working under contract for a company, they'd always stock you with parts for the fleet.
>Including Airliner.
>Looking at the labels, you pull out several boxes from their shelves and bring them back with you to the hanger area.
>Tossing the box onto the floor, you tear them open one by one.
>Revealing all of goodies: Engines, fluid lines, spars, all of the galore.
>All of this is gonna take a while to assemble.
>God hopes this wasn't made by IKEA.
>
>Be Blitz.
>After a day and a half of reaming by your CO, the Office of Special Investigations decided to close the case.
>They left it to local law enforcement to pass judgement as they saw you literally beating the life out of that puny Pegasus as a personal spat.
> Hovering your way to the hanger, it'd be a good few minutes before you'd reach it.
>You hope prospects were good for Airliner.
>Losing her would destroy you.
>In the distance, you can make out the hanger.
>Coming from it, you can see a certain camouflaged plone flying away.
>It's...yeesh, Skybreaker.
>While you two didn't hate each other.
> You two weren't so much on friendly speaking terms.
>She's upset, almost like she's been crying.
>You're sure it's nothing.
>As you pass by her, she doesn't notice you.
"What's got you dinged ,weak Alloy?"
>Weak punch of an insult, but then again, she look like shes had a rough day.
>She gives you a weak glance, but as soon as she realizes it's you, she snaps to anger.
>This can't go well.
>Hopefully you've stocked up on flares.
>"Listen to me slow rock....:
>She hovers and approaches you meaninglessly, while pointing an accusatory hoof at you.
>After getting the reaming from your CO earlier, you'd rather not exacerbate it, so you back up in defense.
>"...I don't know what he's said to you, what you've done with him, or what you think you can do! But he's mine, and if you know what's best for you, you'll butt out of the way!"
>She pokes you accusingly in the chest.
"What are you even talking about?"
>Revving your GAU-5, It'd probably be actually best to be on the attack rather on the defense when it comes to that point.
>"ANON! Okay! He's mine, and only mine. S-So just butt out of this secret lovey dovey crap you're doing with him."
"What are even-"



>"Just butt out, OKAY!"
>She zooms off before you could even retaliate against her.
>Your mouth was just agape from what just happened.
>What did happen?
>Shaking your head, you continue your way to the hanger.
>Walking in, you are immediately attacked by the drone you assigned to watch Anon.
>"Intruder! Errrr....I have made an error in judgement"
>You pat the small drone's head.
"How goes the mission drone?"
>You had her under the guise the what she was doing was part of a important mission.
>Otherwise she wouldn't of done it.
>She was a stickler for rules and policies being followed.
>The drone gave you a quick salute.
>"Mission was successful, however there was some difficulty from a Mig-25."
>While working on the new wing, Anon spoke up.
>"Your friend is kind of odd..."
>Walking over towards Anon work, you observe the progress he's making,
>So far, so good.
>She's still messed up, but considerably less now.
"Who? Skybreaker? What'd she do?"
>"She scared the crap out of....out of...Drony, attempted to seduce me, but failed because I'm more of a beta, and freaked out when i mentioned you".
>There are plenty questions you should ask this strange strange man.
"First off, who's Drony, and secondly, why did she try to seduce someone like you?"
>"Oh, that's what I call her..."
>He points to the drone you hired, who scrunches in response.
>Seems she had no idea she was being called as such.
>"and as far as that second question, I feel that is a insult in disguise and won't answer."
>Looking at Airliner, you observe her bruised and battered body.
"Any status update so far on the repair?"
>Anon gives an unsure sigh.
>"Well... after I finish up with this wing, she should be okay to take off the sedatives. However, it'll be awhile before she's fit to fly."
"How long?"
>"Hmmmm, that I couldn't tell ya, I still have dozens of internals to checks and test, to which I have not seen yet...Be right back, i need to get a rivet gun."
>Walking off, Drony, as anon is calling her now, walks up to the plate to take his place.


>"I see great issues ahead for her."
>You scoff in disbelief.
"Ya think? it's gonna be a while before she'll be able to fly rig-"
>"That's not what I was referring to."
>A drone being deep, this is sure to be new.
"Oh?"
>"If she doesn't change her disposition, and certain personality traits of hers, I fear that new accidents may occur in the future."
"Yeah, well....traits are hard to change, they require lots of discipline...I should know"
>Good for you Blitz!
>Putting those anger management classes to good use!
>Though, in all seriousness, traits, such as your quick ability to anger would and are hard to change.
>Considering your psychical physique, those traits were part of the package.
>And for Airliner, being a large noncombat plone.
>Her being timid, and easy to intimidate was part of hers.
>You fight and get aggressive.
>She backs off and plays it cool.
>How you two became the best of friends, you'll never know.
>Footsteps approach.
>"Okay, so with just a few rivets in the wing, I Just may be able to wake her, and maybe you'll be able to talk to her."
"That's great Anon..."
>Your tone of voice didn't mirror your enthusiasm to having your friend back.
"Say, Anon?"
>"Hmm?"
"Is there such a thing as being too...timid?"
>He punches in the last rivet and gives the new wing a light tap.
>It still was missing an engine, which would be placed later.
>"Of course, I mean how do you think I ended up as a mechanic and not a pilot."
>You gave him a confused look.
"I'm not sure I follow?"
>"Well, before I became who I am. I originally wanted to become a pilot, but was too afraid of doing so. Afraid of the requirements, the expectations, the criticism, the uncertainty..."
>He gave a long reminiscent sigh.
>"though, I suppose in the long run I made up for it. I'm technically my own boss, since I don't work for just one company."
>"Still...It's a dream that's a bit far from my grasp now."
>He seems slightly bummed by it
>Maybe trying taking his mind off it.
"well, I was thinking. That maybe we should try and focus on get Airliner less timid. It seems to be the root of all her issues"
>Anon disconnects some cabling from her, ones keeping her under.
>"Well her fighting back almost got her killed."
"That's because she doesn't know how to fight"
>He gives an unsure hum.
"Looks If you let me train her, I promise she'll never have anypony messing with her again. I'll even have...Drony help me!"
>You squish the drone up against your side and smile innocently at Anon, as he debated internally.
>"Weeeelllll, technically you should be asking the airline owner this, but I suppose I can say this is some kind of training for her to keep him at bay."
"Sooooo?"
>"Fine, you can help her. But the moment anything goes awry, she comes back to me."
>"Uhhmmm, Ehhmmm..."
>Seems she's coming to quickly.
>Better get your training plan in order.

>Be Blitz.
>It's been several hours, since Anon lifted the sedatives off of Airliner.
>Drony and you sat behind glass, while Anon began his miracle work of getting her up.
>Drony and you, sat afar. Whle making idle chatter.
>Well... as much chatter as you could make with a drone.
>Mostly it has just been about logistical and strategical stuff.
>Not military per say, more along the area of what the plan was on how to more or less reform Airliner.
"No we can't that. She'll hate it."
>Drony scrunched at your denial.
>"It seems like a logical step commander. To take reconnaissance of your targets and...."
"I'm not arguing with that part, taking in and getting a grip at what you're looking at is a good idea. But.."
>"But?"
>"But blowing them up with a sidewinder isn't the most Conservative, or legal approach to take."
>Celestia listen to you, the roaring, flying tank. turning up the idea of 'brrrt'-ing someone.
>Some would say you've gone insane if they'd heard you.
>"What action shall we take, commander?"
>Looking hard, at Airliner through the glass, you furrowed your nonexistent eyebrows in frustration as you thought deeply.
"We'll have to ease her into this, slowly. If we go too quick, or too aggressively, she'll shut down or take a leap too far"
>"Exposure therapy, possibly?"
>How would that even work?
"Maybe, though I wouldn't be sure how we'd be able to do that."
>The thought of you and her prompting Airliner to push against the bullies, live, in action. Was one that spells disaster in you mind
>"Simulations of confrontational events is possible."
"I dunno,I guess that might work."
>Discouragement began to cloud your mind
> Laying your head on you're metallic hooves, you watched as Anon wrapped up his work and approached you two.
>Time to get started.

>Be Airliner.
>The last couple minutes have been...
>...Odd, to say the least. in more than one way.
>Having no engines on your new left wing gave you sense of imbalance as all the weight shifted over your right.
>Though, it was nothing that a fuel transfer couldn't fix.
"So where are we going again?"
>Blitz's appearance had been a surprise, and the fact she saw your whole ordeal left you embarrassed.
>" Can't tell you..."
>She kept claiming she was going to help you, though she never specified on what.
>That layer of mystery left you in a state of anxiety.
>Though maybe the little drone she came with could help. As you walked you bent you head down to whisper in it's...err...her, ear.
"What about little drone, can you tell me?"
>Putting on a show, you splayed your ears back and put on a desperate look.
>She only looked at you. Displaying no emotions.
>At least, only on the surface. The metal plate on her eyes made it heard to discern emotion.
>But still, the blank stare she gave you was creepy and sent a shiver down your spine.
"Uhh, nevermind."
>Walking with Blitz led you no where, except to an empty taxiway.
>Your curiosity piqued.
"Ehem, so."
>A pause.
"Gonna tell me, what this is about?"
>The drone barked at you.
>"She has not given you permission to speak, civilian!"
>This caught you off guard.
>Typically, the drones, whenever you saw them, were very neutral.
>This one seemed more on the aggressive side.
>She was shoving herself in you face aggressively.
>Tilting your head to the side, you look to Blitz confused. Thinking she'll call her off, it never comes.
>"Was it you are viewing civilian! Am I not of superior authority to you?"
>You took a step back.
"No... err, y-yes... I don't know. I just wanna spea-"
>A grey metal hoof was shoved in your face, as the drone hovered in front of you.
>"Speak to who, civilian? You speak through me and me only, got it you... you... baldy"
>Taken aback, you took another step.
>Ouch.
>Looking away, you place your eyes onto the tarmac.
"Y-yes ma'am."
>Tears stung at your eyes, as your best friend said nothing in you defense.
>It gave you a suffocating feeling of betrayal.
>
>Be Blitz
>First lesson wasn't going so well.
>You decided to test Airliner's waters by having Drony push her around.
> A bit of you hoped she would of showed resistance, and fought back easily against her.
>Though your expectations have been let down, as Airliner backed down like a chimera against a doe.
>Another part of you wanted to stop Drony, and help comfort Airliner.
>Though... you couldn't.
>You and Drony agreed to maintain this 'experiment' to the end, until she showed resistance the to bullies.
>So you had to stick to regimen.
>Anyways, back to acting.
"That's enough cadet. I can handle this."
>With Drony stepping to the side, you decide to her to the test yourself.
>Looking at her, look at the ground meekly and depressed gave a tug at your bio-mechanical heart.
"eighty-eighty foxtrot"
>She gave no response except a dig at the hard tarmac.
"Look at me eighty-eighty foxtrot"
>Struggling with her inner demons, she slowly but surely looked up at you.
>She looked to be fighting with.
>"Y-yes Blitz?"
>Even though you hated it, you barked at her like a drill instructor.
"Ma'am!"
>Airliner winced even further, causing her to recces even further.
>Almost as if she trying to make herself small in a nonexistent corner.
>"Y-yes...Ma'am?"
>Drawing upon your memories of you days in early boot camp and flight school, you tried to mimic your old instructor's behavior.
"This off-protocol for me to be speaking to you this personally Eighty-Eight Foxtrot, but in order to assure your recovery. We will need to perform a series of... tests"
>The word test seemed to draw fear out of her.
>"T-tests?"
"We're you given permission to speak Eighty-Eight!"
>'Stop barking at her.' said a small part of your mind
>She by recessing back as you barked at Airliner once more.
>She looked to be on the verge of tear
>Maybe lighten your approach a bit.
>
>We interrupt this triggering moment to bring you our sponsor, Anon.
>
>Why did you agree to that.
>Why did you let two military plones run off with a meek Airliner.
"Why, why'd I let them run off with her?"
>You sat in your small office in the hanger.
>With a paper cluttered desk and a cold cheese sandwich in hand. You sat with your feet propped up on the desk fighting with yourself as  you stared off into space.
"For I know, they're gonna make her situation worse."
>You gave a heavy sigh.
'Though, I suppose there's nothing I can do about it now. Got to let it run it's course for now....God, I hope I made the right choice."
>A voice spoke up
>A lust filled one
>"I'll prove to you that you make the right choices"
>Standing up in shock, you began to choke slightly on your sandwich.
>Frantically you look around to find the source, as you finally swallow the choking piece of food.
>Though, your abilities are quickly hindered as mysteriously quick blur pins you against you desk.
>Giving yourself a few second to adjust your vision to the blur, you come to see that it's Skybreaker.
>God what is up with these plones and sneaking up on you.
"S-Skybreaker, I-I what bring yo-"
>She shoves the rest of your sandwich in your mouth, muffling your speech.
>"Sshhhhh, they're gone now, Anon."
>She leans in towards you.
>You notice her body size is slightly bigger than yours."
>"It's just us now. No need to fight back anymore"
>The look of desire in her eyes placed a look of fear in yours.
>What do?
>Your poor attempts at speaking against Skybreaker's advances failed.
>She whispers in your ear.
>"Shhhhhhh, don't worry Anon. She's not here."
> She gave a quick girly giggle, to which quickly transitioned into a sultry chuckle.
>She moved her face under the crook of your neck
>All you could give was a nervous groan, it's sound, muffled by your lunch. Still stuck in your mouth.
>A breathy, hot breath, touched your neck.
>Adrenaline ran through your system, as you has no escape.
>Your arms locked to the desk by Skybreaker's weighty hooves.
>"That big 'Ol bad A-10 isn't here anymore. She can't hurt you anymore. She can't hold us back."
>Us?
>She gave a big long lick up the side of your neck.
>Her tongue was burning hot.
>A shiver wracked your body.
>It kept shifting up and up.
>over your neck. Over your chin.
>All till it hit it's prime target.
>Her torture device, began it's way to invade your mouth.
>Tipping the scale further in her favor, Skybreaker, deepened her violations by turning her licking your lips into a deep french kiss.
>To you, this would extreme passionate for her to do this. If it weren't for two things.
>One
>YOU DIDN'T FUCKING ASK FOR THIS.
>Two
>YOU STILL HAVE THE SANDWICH IN YOUR MOUTH, JESUS FUCK.
>She was breaking up the food in your mouth with her tongue.
>All you could do was gag in disgust.
>Though, puking was probably the last thing you should do.
>You don't want to imagine what would happen next.
>Skybreaker pulling away, gave you the opportunity to swallow what was left of your poor, poor, sandwich.
>Her cheeks, along with yours, were blushed, and filled with heat.
>Her were eyelids droopy in pleasure.
>She looked like she panting like a wild dog in a desert.
>The fireworks were going off like a wild fire, in her head.
>This much was obvious.
"L-listen Sky...D-don't do something you might regret."
>"Regret? Oh, trust me. There's gonna be more emotions than regret coming soon."
>She leaned in for another deep kiss.
>You dodged it
"O-oh, but you will r-regret it. We've barely met an-"
>"and I can already tell you're perfect."
>She goes in for another strafe.
>Dodge 2.0
"L-listen, I have standards, a-and usually humans like to get to know each other before doing stuff like...L-like..."
>"Like what?"
>Before you could answer, you could feel the fleeting feeling and your pants leaving your legs.
>Her forehooves were no longer on your hands as she was occupied on a different objective.
>"This?"
>She gave a momentary sly grin. all before A second strafe, allowed her to successfully pull you back into another deep kiss.
>Using your now free hands, you tried pushing her away to escape.
>Tried, was the key word.
>Plones, while varying in sizes, always proved to be heavy in every instance.
>Sky pulled back a second time, giving you a good few moments to breathe again.
>"Now....to the main mission."
>Freedom!
>You managed to slip from her grasp.
>But.
>It wouldn't be easy.
>It never would be, the odds were always against you.
>Taking one large step in an attempt to run was quickly hindered by your pants hanging around your ankles.
>Tripping and causing  you to land face first onto the hard concrete.
>Being alive was hard.
>"Good thinking, doing on the desk would be awkward."
>Oh god fucking damn it!
>Flipping yourself over onto you back, you barely manage to catch a glimpse of a falling Skybreaker falling onto you.
>Godsakes, she'll hopefully know enough to catch her fall to put her full weight onto you.
>Or better yet, maybe she'd kill you by accident and put you out of your misery.
>Face to face with her.
>Fear to lust.
>Human to plone.
>You could feel her grind herself on your crotch as she tries to rile you up.
>All you could do was groan in disbelief and pleasure.
>And, your body, betraying you, began to pitch a tent with your boxers.
>"You ready?"
>The fire in her eyes, showed what little chance you had escape.
>Might... might as well accept your fate.
"I-I guess"
>That fire seemed to increase itself tenfold in her eyes, as you accepted her.
>"I knew you'd come arou-"
>There was a loud clearing of a throat.
>It's origin emanating from the doorway to your office.
>Skybreaker twists her head around, while you tilt your head to look past her massive wings.
>In the door way, you could see a pissed of Blitz.
>Who in turn was covering the eyes of a disgruntled, blushing Drone.
>Next to them was a partially repaired Airliner, who could do nothing but cover her mouth in shock, while blushing.
>Hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil.
"Uh...I-I can exp-"
>"Save Anon.  Sky, would be nice enough to get off the man?"
>The passive aggressiveness was so harsh it stung.
>Skybreaker, looked to you momentarily before looking back to Blitz.
>Reluctantly, and ashamed, she brought herself to get off of you.
>She stood aside, looking ashamed and guilty.
>Her look was almost like the one of a child, who's being reprimanded by her parents for being bad.
>In a deadly calm voice, Blitz spoke up again.
>"Now. Anypony wanna explain what is going on."
>Skybreaker and you shared nervous glances, as you both, seemingly telepathically, debated on who should go first.
>You pull your pantsless self onto your chair, as you decided to speak up.
"W-well, you here, Skybreaker and I...I"
>What should you do, rat her out, or bail her out?
"You and Sky were what, Anon?"
"Well... you see, her and I were, uh..."
>You searched you mind desperately for an answer.
> Ah Ha!
"I was changing my clothes, Yes, changing my clothes. A-and Sky here, came bursting in with a issues she just had to get fixed."
>Blitz wasn't buying it too well .
>"Uh Huh. And just what issue, did she have that a military mechanic could not fix?"
>Damn, she had you there.
>Maybe the fact you were pantsless was what hurt your believably
"Well. You see, she had a....a-"
>"I was having a relationship p-problem, and Anon...seemed, like the best person to get advice from."
>She definitely has a relationship issue alright.
>Blitz narrowed her eyes sternly at Skybreaker.
>All you and her could do, was smile and try to be convincing.
>Blitz spoke softly.
>"Right.... Anon, When you two are done with...this, meet us in the main hanger."
"G-gotcha"
>"Oh, and put on some pants"
>Blitz and Co. walk down the hall away from the door, to which you could hear Drony ask as they walked.
>"Commander, what were they doing?"
>Blitz is going to have a fun time explaining that.
"Close the door."
>Your voice no longer had fear or nervousness in it. Instead it was filled with a perfect calm.
>Click.
>The two of you sat awkwardly at each end of your small office.
"You want to tell me what that was about?"
>She stood silent.
>"I-I have a problem."
"You're damn right you do."
>Sky cringed at this.
>"I-I don't mean it! it's just, I don't know how to express myself the right way."
>Okay, this had your interest up. You wanted to know more.
"How?"
>She looked to the floor, ashamed as she talked.
>"Not all military plones are exactly social butterflies like Blitz, 'Ya know."
>You suppose you could see why. Being stuck on the battlefield all the time.
>"Plus, I....I kind of...."
>She blushed hard in nervousness, and took a deep breath.
>"I kind of like you."
>Kind of, was an understatement,
>She took a deep breath.
>Trying to lighten the mood, you try to throw some humor.

"You know there are better ways of expressing affection other than trying to rape them, right?"
>The shame on her face increased, she almost looked like she was on the verge of tears.
>Maybe humor was a bad move in this situation.
>"I-I know, it's just, hard. To be socially normal, when the only friend you hang out with is a bit of a social outcast herself."
>She splayed her ears back in depression.
>"and it's even harder when you bury yourself in work all the time. I get that what I did was wrong."
>The next words for her were hard to get out.
>" A-and...I'm sorry. I'll just go."
>Sky gulped hard, trying to hold her emotions back.
>"I won't bother you ever again."
>Great, another social work case.
>You had the overly aggressive, the overly shy, and the overly romantic.
>Maybe you should take up psychology.
"I didn't say you need to leave."
>She halted in the doorway and turned to you.
>Holding your arms open, you beckoned for her to come.
"Cm'here"
>Unsure, she turned to you and the door several times before making her way over.
>She then, accepted your embrace.
>It was then, while not too audible, you could feel her waterworks release.
>Skybreaker wrapped her hooves around you in a hard hug.
>You met her embrace back with force to comfort her.
>This would be more touching, if it wasn't for the fact you STILL had no pants.
>God, all this emotional repair work is exhausting.
>"Does...D-does this mean you love me back?"
>You take a moment.
"No, not right now...."
>Her breath hitched.
"...Though, I suppose I like you. We can work on that.That, and your social skills too by hanging out at someplace, maybe a restaurant."
>Her breathing resumed, as she squeezed you harder in glee.
>"T-thank you Anon... Heh, I suppose we'll work out the details later?"
>She still sounded a bit upset.
>Maybe she hoped for an easy love story?
>
>Be Blitz.
>Fucking Anon.
>You leave him for an hour, and he ends up almost fucking his work.
>Literally.
>Though, you had your suspicion more on Skybreaker.
>She has been unstable as of recent.
>and that little argument you two had about Anon, had also proved your point further.
>Though, back to the situation at hand.
>Airliner, more or less was failing the first portion of your 'training' program.
>She had simply backed down with Drony and you.
>Drony you could understand, but with you, with that you expected pushback from her.
>All considering you were her friend of course.
>Now all that had happened, is that you drove her to start fearing you.
>This was proven by her sitting a distance away from you and Drony.
>She sat there, not doing anything, looking forelornly at her hooves.
>Maybe you should.....No.
>No, just stick to the plan, and everything will be alright.
>Footsteps approched the main hanger, and in the distance you could see a more collected and clothed Anon walk in.
>"Okay, so where are we right now on progress?"
>You signaled him to bend down to your height.
"We've been trying to get her to change by, giving her some, "tough love", so far it hasn't been going too well."
>Anon looked at you quizzically.
>"Isn't that a bit too . . . direct?"
>" No, I think being direct, especially her friend being direct. Should force her to change"
>Anon took a quick glance at Airliner before turning back to you.
>"She looks more bummed out than tough."
>Looking at Airliner, you could see your "be direct" strategy, wasn't going to well.
>Maybe plan it out.
>"Maybe, try hitting up Skybreaker. She seems to know a bit about Airliner. She might help."
>The idea of hanging out with her gave you unsure knots in your stomach.
>Though, if it were for the good of Airliner's sake. You suppose you'd be able to bear it.
"I'll try"
>"Good. Now, I'll see you two later. I got to take Airliner to flight school."
>He beckons for the sullen Airliner, to follow as they both leave the hanger
>Be Airliner.
>As you left with Anon sullenly. Your mind was filled with nothing but but scenarios and questions as to why one of your best friends would alienate you.
>One scenario told you that she hated you for your deformities and that she couldn't bare to be friends with a freak show.
>Another told you that hated that you, a weak and defenseless plone, tried to stand up for herself.
>While walking down the taxiway with Anon, he spoke up.
>"You know you don't exactly look to happy with that face on. Maybe you should change it."
>You looked away.
>"I'm guessing a certain A-10 had got you down right now?"
>Speaking softly.
"Yeah...."
>Looking up to him
"I just don't know what's up with her. It's just weird on how that one day she's my friend and the next she hates my guts."
>Anon looked at you unsure.
>"Well, I'm sure it's nothing."
>Such a lame excuse left you dissatisfied.
"It doesn't feel like nothing"
>"Just....give her time, If she has inner demons she needs to work out. You just need to give her time."
>You remained silent.
>Upon reaching the complex, there were second thoughts plateauing in your mind.
"Are you sure we have to go back? Are you sure we can't wait a couple weeks? Until my new engines come in."
>"If you're worried about that bully, you really don't have to worry."
>You look up at him, confused.
>"Ponies and other creatures are harder to heal. He kinda got messed up in the fight too. So, you won't see him for a bit."
>The possible reactions of your classmates still worried you.
"I-I suppose if he's not here. I  can give it another try."
>He pats you on the back.
>"Don't worry, I'm sure no one will bother you. Considering the mess you went through, they'll probably empathize with you."
>That idea didn't sound pleasant to you, being the center of attention wasn't something you liked to be.
>Looking at the school's doorway nervously, Anon could sense your emotions.
>"Listen, if it'll make you feel better I can bring one of your friends over to be with you."
"Who?"
>He chuckled lightly, it becoming genuine and innocent, but soon transitioning to one of nervousness.
>"You'll find out soon, I have to meet her for...something. I'll bring her back to see you later today."
>You smile at him unsure.
>Though, all you could do was hope for the best.
>Taking a deep breath, you walk towards the entrance.
>this is just like the first day of school all over again.
>Except this time you had Anon to help guide you along the way.
>kind of like a father figure.

>Be Anon.
>Alright, Aggressive one: check
>Shy one: check.
>Now on to the socially awkward one.
>God this has been a wacky few day.
>Maybe after this you should take the week off.
>All this therapy work was hard.
>Though now you can take up psychology, or not. Considering you're already a natural at this analyzing stuff.
>Anyways.
>You and Skybreaks had agreed to meet at one of the airport's restaurants.
>A place called The Braking Tanker.
>Though as you made a quick walk to the restaurant. You couldn't help but think.
>What do you call this?
>Is it a date?
>Well, you like her. But not on the level she does.
>At least, not yet.
>Or do you call this a intervention.
>This was technically to help build her social skills, and teach her to relax.
> God knows after that "little" incident, she needed it.
>Coming up the building, it looked comparable to a 1950's diner on earth.
>The front of the building reading out "The Braking Tanker" all lit up with neon lighting.
>In the center of the sign had a pair of Pilot's wings.
>You remember seeing these for a brief time in your life on earth.
>Walking in and hearing the chime of the door, you give scan of the diner in search of Sky.
>Ah! There she is.
>Yes, she over there sitting at a se-...at a seat....in the corner.
>Away from the other patrons.
>Given how oddly introverted she was, you should of expected this.
>Though, it could be worse.
>Stepping up to her booth.
>She was looking down.
>Staring at a cup of what you could only presume was oil of some sort.
>Skybreaking was more or less stuck in a blank stare at the cup.
>Like when someone lets their mind drift off into wonderland.
"This seat taken?"
>She jolted out of her daze to look up at you.
>Her face turning to one of mild curiosity to pure excitement.
>She capped it with a soft voice.
>"Y-You....Came?"
>Taking a sear in the opposite seat in the booth.
"Course I did.  I told you I'd give you a chance."
>She didn't expect this.

>Maybe that's what was running through her imagination.
>She had thought of why you wouldn't show, or how she'd react if you didn't.
>Though, you are not her.
>For all you know she could of been thinking of how diluted the oil tasted.
>Siting across from each other. The silent match of who would be the ice breaker of the conversation was in full force.
>Skybreaker, looking around, purposely avoiding to gaze upon you, while clinking her cup with her metal hooves.
>While you waited for her with a seemingly patient smile. Supposedly ready to listen.
>When in fact you were panicking mentally. Afraid of her tackling you again.
>Considering it hasn't been more than a day since almost getting raped by her. It was still fresh in your mind.
>Maybe you're the one who need psychological work.
>But still.
"So...where do we begin?"
>" I don't know, you're the one who suggested this date thi-"
>You cut her off.
"It's not a da-"
>Pause.
>A precise selection of words would need to be used.
>As the current senaio could play out into two ways.
>A: You tell her it's not a date. She's heartbroken. She breaks into tears, and you become that asshole that made a military plone cry.
>Or B: You say it's not a date. She questions you, and then you have and even more socially confused and awkward plone.
>"It's not a what, Anon?"
>Be smart.
"Nothing."
>"What was that?"
"it's nothing. I didn't say anythings. Let's just get back to what we're suppose to do."
>You take a quick thought.
"So we should probably work on your social skills as we go."
>"Alright."
"Though I don't think we'll need much work"
>A small Cessna-like plone came up carrying a tray of two drinks.
>One water, and another you could only assume was AVGas
>"Drinks?"
>Cue hormones.
>Sky launches an offending hoof at the poor Cessna.
>"Buzz off fly boy! Can't you see we're busy here."
>Knocking the drinks on the Cessna's wing upward. Sent the two drinks flying up and ultimately down onto the waiter's head.

>The Cessna took no reaction, and only took a big heavy sigh as he became soaked in water and jet fuel.
>He simply turns away and trots away, disgruntled. As he whispers obscenities to himself.
>"I don't get paid enough for this shit"
>Looking back at her.
"Yeah that. Don't do that."
>Her emotion quickly flipped from anger to confusion.
>"Do what ?"
>You sigh.
>You don't get paid enough for this.
>
>Be Airliner.
>Coming to class was a mistake.
>Not only were you getting stares constantly from your classmates.
>They weren't even focusing on the lesson plan.
>They merely were all stuck asking questions.
>Though, luckily, most of them were one's of concern.
>Not only were you getting stares constantly from your classmates.
>They weren't even focusing on the lesson plan.
>They merely were all stuck asking questions.
>Though, luckily, most of them were one's of concern.