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Flight of Pinto After many long years of work, research, and pain, Java's long term goals has finally became a reality. While it was not quite out of alpha, as he was sure there would be plenty of problems, it was still something. Something that he could show ponies across all equestria. And to prove those whom had doubted him on reasons of questionable charges of sanity back when he was in the University. He even spent time to go as far as enter training many years back before he even took on his ambitious and nearly solo project. Had it not been for the help of Professor “Starswirl” Hoofcourt, this dream would never see the day break of reality. And now all that was left, was to test his first model. And there Java was, lounging peacefully in the hot sand of the Painted pinto desert. He was next to a large structure that was covered in a large shroud to protect it from the buffeting sand filled winds. And he was reclined comfortly on the side of his purring pet. It was a cat, a rather large one at that. It was a sandy color of brown, and had rather large fangs. When he had first picked him up, from Fluttershy's strange garden filled with strange creatures, it had jumped out to the pony and hugged onto him. It was as if the little critter wanted to go with the pony. A little critter no bigger than a teacup. Well, that wasn't so any more. Because now, the cat was just slightly bigger than Java, and likely still growing. Java wasn't quite sure what kind of animal he had brought home with him. He was very sure he brought home some kind of tiger or some other big buckin cat that ponies avoid once he saw it's alarming rate of growth, but he loved it to much to let it go. Not to mention it seemed harmless, with it's diet primarily being fish. When it came to naming it, he called her Sine – in reference to the shape her tail habitually takes. As for Java himself? He wore almost his usual attire. His favorite waistcoat, and a pair of tinted goggles strapped firmly over his eyes. He was also wearing an old black desperado and a faded gray shaw over his nose and mouth. Both items he had for a long time, and really only wore them when he went out to the badlands that was Dodge Junction and beyond. And just slightly behind him was a shipping container often times found on trains. But it was completely out of place given that there were no tracks anywhere near the vicinity. It was also mostly buried in sand and rocks, leaving the door exposed. Not to mention the entire outside part of it was painted in some sort of desert camouflage. The truth was it was a small side project Java had back when he was in the university. He always had a single question, and that was how creative could a pony become when they canobolize things for their own well being? The result with the crate was it became a pretty decent wilderness hide out. Especially after a few modificatoins on it's interior that the pony had made. “Welp...” Java hummed as he now propped up his hat, and looked up to the sky. He counted what few clouds there were, allowing perfect view to admire the deep blue skies that he was about to explore. He shifted a bit, and slowly sat up, taking his head off of Sine's side. The large “tiger” raised it's head and gave him a curious growl. “Well girl...” he hummed as he dropped his gaze to the horizon. The wind had done amazing work at relocating the sand. In fact, it seems that all the clouds just wanted to be on the ground lately. Huge thick blobs of sand tore through the air as the wind howled a bit more violently signalling the oncoming sand storm. “You think any pony is comin,” Java asked, tilting his head back down to the tiger. Whom in turn just glared at him with her eyebrows flat. After seeing this, Java's jaw droped in disbelief. His own big tiger cub, whom he loved for the past three weeks, is not even making an attempt at reassuring him. Oh how such psychological fangs hurt. It's true... he could have picked a better location to test his new contraption. And possibly being somewhere near society. But to Java, it will always remain the best choice... with his luck, the darn thing could just suddenly explode in a ball of Eldritch Fire! His feelings shot, and his lips quivering to the hard look Sine gave him, he quickly turned to look back to his south, where AppleLoosa was, and likely where any job seeking pony would come from.
Wingnut looked along the length of the dock, and saw what it contained to be good. While the air-ship dock, like it's bretheren in the lower reaches of Cloudsdale, was made of carefully sculpted cumulus, the unicorn didn't experience a sudden sinking feeling due to the cloud hoof shoes she wore, one of her earlier inventions. At the time finding a cheaper and more effective way to vest the spell permanently in an object had seemed the height of her ambitions, but now she had far greater plans. The air-ship dock contained one of her later inventions, and the instrument of future ones. The 'Equestria Spanner' had started out as a medium haul cargo air-ship, 'The North Wind', on the Canterlot/Staliongrad run. Over sixty ponies could stand nose to tail along the length of her envelope, though the ones at the each end would be on a slope, and possibly require some sort of harness. She mentally waved away the designs that started to line up neatly in her mind. But it had been Wingnut who had taken the aging, second-hand vessel and converted it into a flying workshop, it's main cargo bay stuffed with the equipment necessary to fix almost any sort of malfunction in either air-ship or locomotive. She'd retained the pectoral wing-sails and underslung rudder for manouvring, but rebuild the main engines and wing-sail arrangement at the stern to be more efficient, faster, and above all, operable remotely from the control cabin at the front. No... she'd be going over all that soon enough. For now she just admired the new decoration on the envelope which shielded the line of spherical gas cells. While many air-ships had fanciful scenes or decorations on their envelopes, hers was coloured a jaunty (and highly visible) orange. The only decoration was her company logo, her cutie mark of a hex-nut with a pair of white pegasus wings, and underneath the legend, 'Wingnut's Air Repair Service'. It was emblazoned as a boss on the very nose of the envelope, and again on each flank. Her latest upgrades and modifications had just been completed, and she had decided that other air-ship operators and indeed the public should have a change to see them. While she had contracts with several air-ship companies to fly off and repair their vessels in situ, new customers were always helpful, and recognition for her inventions would help to bring in engineering business. Which led to the present circumstance, a gangway leading to a hatch on the forward cabin, and a banner reading. 'Open ship day! All ponies welcome!'
((You are going on the magical airship, the Star Wing! A once in a lifetime opportunity, chances of getting a ticket by random 100 to 1. But, to ask for a ticket, well thats easy! Just go here!)) It was a sunny day, and in the lightly forested areas nearing Whitetail Woods, a unicorn trekked through the mountainside. The invitation had appeared on his desk, and the inky black unicorn had known the handwriting instantly. He had always dreamed of the day he could go on an airship, and he was going on the honorary tour of an old mare friend of his he had met as a colt. She had returned to her house and was going out again, on her birthday for a wonderful party in the sky! Yes, pegasi were invited, but it was mainly a trip that wingless ponies could enjoy at a leisurely pace.