ThunderCrash

There were moments where he detested this river and forest, but then there were these moments when he loved the ability to reply so quickly to letters and things. As a colt he'd never really thought of writing letters, but now that he was older he was glad he'd decided to write to the Princess of the Night. It was... fun... and that was something that he wasn't accustomed to - though he certainly wasn't about to complain.

Coolness. ^_^

The train's design is a modified steam locomotive. Instead of using wood or coal to heat the boiler, it uses magic, and the system with the water is fully enclosed (that is, the pistons don't release steam into the open air as they work, instead the steam is fed to a storage tank via piping so that it can cool, condense into liquid water, and be fed back into the boiler for re-use). It's also more streamlined. Overall, there are only three differences between a regular engine and this one: 1. Magic instead of coal to boil the water. 2. Pipes and storage tank to recycle the water. 3. More streamlined exterior.

Thank you for reminding me! ^-^ And done!

Thunder Crash blinked rapidly as the dragon popped her head out of the water. That was something he certainly hadn't expected. He'd heard of dragons, seen them in books and from afar, watched them in flight... but never had he seen or heard of a dragon swimming before. It seemed odd, but not the bad sort of odd. Instead, it was the interesting sort of odd. That sort of odd that made you want to study and learn and figure things out. It was the type that made things happen, really. When she pounced onto the pile of fish and hissed at him, he did something akin to the opposite of backing off. Instead, his eyebrows rose and he sat on his flanks abruptly; wings ruffling just slightly. He'd never heard of a dragon that couldn't breath fire, and though she'd just come from the water she didn't seem to have gills - thus, she'd probably been holding her breath, and could still breath fire... if she was capable of doing so. This in mind, his wings were ready to carry him away at a moment's notice if she decided to barbeque his hindquarters. "I can assure you, I mean your lovely pile of fish no harm." Watching her before she asked her question, he shrugged a bit. "Oh, I don't know. The ability to help assumes that help is needed, and currently it isn't needed, so logic would thus dictate that you can't help me." He paused shortly. "Apologies, I've recently read a lovely little detective novel." He smiled a bit then. "I take it that either the fish here are plentiful, or you're very good at fishing. Perhaps both?"

The letter that graced his desk was undoubtedly from the Princess of the Night, and that fact alone made him slightly giddy. He managed to keep a calm demeanor, but the sight of it did make him happy. He hadn't been sure if she'd write back once she realized just what sort of sailor he really was, but was glad for the reply he received. As he read it over, he held in a laugh at the thought of other ponies not exactly accepting what he was. He didn't expect them to, nor did he really care if they did or not. Electric had, and he didn't really need anyone else to. Of course, having friends was never a bad thing. Getting his stationary ready, he sat down to begin his reply.

[ - 1 candy ] Having gotten the urge to scare some ponies out of his system, Thunder Crash was calmed down. His natural progression inland had lead him to trying to find the statue of Nightmare Moon that he'd heard about days ago. Of course, after his carousing around the Lunar Palace, he'd decided to tell his crew that they could take Nightmare Night as a holiday and cut out on the hard work of making their dry dock. They all needed the rest anyway. The crew had jumped at the chance for some down time, and many had decided to go inland a bit more and enjoy the festivities. Being pirates they didn't really need costumes. They just blended right in with all the regular merry makers. Of course, tonight was a night that Thunder had been particularly waiting for. He'd written a couple letters to Luna, and he did hope that he got to meet her, but this statue was something he wanted to see. He'd never known the Princess, as she was now or while her other self was making a merry mess of things, but he'd always wanted to meet her - even when he was just a foal. Most ponies feared her in their youth. They got told spooky stories and were scared of her. That hadn't been the case with him. No, his parents had told him the good about her - that she made the night sky, and that it was because of her that they were safe at night. Because of her they couldn't get lost. In a way, she was their guardian angel, in no certain terms. Touching down not far from the statue, he stood behind the mare that looked upon it. A small smile came to his face to see someone else here, though when his keen eyes fell upon the engraving he scowled a bit, stepping forward. "Sea and Sky..." He scoffed, "...Wish they'd change that engraving." He looked up at the statue. "Nightmare Night might be all about fun, but... poor Luna will never be let live this down." He paused, then looked at the mare with a faint smile. "Besides, it's kind of silly to leave good candy laying around, don't you think?" He looked at the hooves of the statue then. "Unless... hmmm... I wonder if Luna ever comes to collect it." He chuckled at the thought.

Roleplay Type: Mane RP Name: Steamgear Sex: Male Age: Young Stallion Species: Unicorn Eye colour: Grey Coat: Dark Grey, can usually be found in overalls with whatever equipment he may have with him at the time Mane/Tail: White, combed straight. Usually wears a dark blue and white striped engineer's cap. Physique: Not overly muscular, but obviously has worked with more than magic for most of his life. Residence: Canterlot, at the roundhouse. Occupation: Railroad worker - has multiple duties, from line, locomotive, and train repairs to conductor, and once or twice in a pinch has been a fireman [aka: stoker - the one that shovels the coal into the firebox of a steam locomotive]. Cutie Mark: Railroad diamond. (Two crossed railroad lines in the shape of an X [the term coming from the shape made in the center of the crossed tracks.) Recieved during his first time riding on a steam engine. He'd always wanted an escape from the life he had (see history) and one day while at the railway station running an errand, an engineer asked him for some help - with the promise of letting him ride on the engine as it shunted some cars as payment. Performing the tasks asked of him, the engineer kept his word to Gear, and when Gear was let blow the engine's whistle, he knew from that moment on what he wanted to do with his life. History: Nobody knows where Steamgear was born or what ever happened to his parents. His origins are a basket on the steps of an orphanage in Dodge Junction. It wasn't a sad life though. He was happy as a foal, even without knowing who his parents were. After all, he had a lot of brothers and sisters to play with! As he grew older he began working more and more though; he had a single obsession - the power of steam. He didn't quite understand it himself, though he sometimes blamed his name. He always wanted to know how steam technology worked, with the prime example being the railroad's locomotives. It was new technology, and seemed to break down a lot on the outer edges of the desert. All those long stretches without water towers were the problem, but he never spoke up to the railroad workers about it. If anyone knew, they did. Rather, growing up he worked very hard for the owner and operator of the orphanage. He was a very wealthy stallion from Manehattan that spoke often of turning Dodge Junction into a desert paradise, like Las Pegasus. Unfortunately, the man had no interest in Steamgear's passion, and the two often clashed verbally over what the young colt wanted to do with his life. It was obvious that he loved the railroad, but the big city stallion always saw it as a waste of time, energy, and money when there were ways of flying. He even laughed at the thought of a unicorn that wanted to use technology. Magic was their forte. Why not use it? The colt, despite being a very hard worker and very smart, always seemed very silly to him. The day did come when he earned his cutie mark, and it only served to stoke the passion he had for the railroad - fledgling a thing as it was. Considering the railroad diamond cutie mark, the Manehattan stallion finally relented and helped him along with his goals in life. He didn't see them as being profitable, but then again not every pony out there was about making money. Thus, he got Steamgear a job in the repair shop of Manehattan's roundhouse. He worked there for most of his colt years, learning everything, and eventually worked up the courage to talk to his boss about some kind of promotion. His supervisor had been waiting months to be asked, and quickly got in contact with the roundhouse operator in Canterlot. The next train out that way took Steamgear to Canterlot, and he's been there ever since. In all his time around the trains though, he's come to design one of his own. One that's far more reliable and less trouble than the current trains - not to mention an incredible amount faster. He even has models of it... but nobody will listen to him. They think of him as an amazing worker, but not a source of ideas. Character Summary: Steamgear himself would say that his talent is being a hard worker, but in truth it's just about anything that has to do with steam power. he's very good with it and knows just how to use it after working with it for so long. He loves working with it, and feels strongly that it's something that should be used more because there are so many possibilities with it. He rather dislikes it when anyone says that it's a useless or trivial thing - especially if they say it was outdated before it started being used. As far as his hobbies are concerned, he likes building models and working on designs - though he can just as often be found working on the real thing and walking along the tracks to check and make sure they're in good condition. He's nice to be around, though he's a little reclusive. He gazes at stars at night, and tends to wish on every shooting star that some day he'll get to build at least the locomotive for his train - to prove it works. He's not really afraid of anything, though he hasn't come across much to be afraid of. If there was anything he continually failed at, it's probably convincing his superiors that he has good ideas. He hasn't really bothered with things he doesn't think he'd be good at.

If there was any one thing that was difficult to do, it was scare a pirate that had actually lived in the Everfree Forest for an decent amount of time. Considering where The Deceitful Mare was stuck in the river, a trip to the Lunar Palace wasn't all that frightening to Thunder Crash. He'd visited the crumbling, decaying, (perhaps fossilizing,) ruins quite a few times since being stuck out here. Of course, it had been a while since he walked through the halls. The first time had been one of only three - and all three times had been looking for things of value. He had wanted to see if there were any riches or artifacts here that he could sell. Unfortunately, he'd come up with absolutely nothing. This place looked like it had been gutted after... well, after whatever it was that had happened here. It had been empty for an incredibly long time, and he was curious as to why. Of course, if it had been Nightmare Moon's palace, that might have explained why even Luna didn't return to this place. Even so, he'd always thought that Luna's alter ego hadn't had power for very long - and it took a long time, even with powerful magic, to build an entire structure; much less a castle. Something told him it hadn't been Nightmare Moon's castle, so much as Luna's before she... lost it. Probably something to show that the sisters were equals, but even back then it hadn't meant much, and likely just became a beacon of how different they were. Celestia had the beautiful shining palace of the sun, and Luna had the dark palace of the night. Celestia's was surrounded by an entire city, and Luna's was... isolated. From the look of the area, the Lunar Palace's grounds had been large at one time, but there had never been a city here. It really wasn't hard to see what made Luna snap, and that was just looking at the ruins a thousand years later. Yet, this was hindsight. Always 20/20. Tonight was a new experience for him though, as even when he was young he'd never done the Nightmare Night thing. Free candy was cool, but he'd never really understood the big deal. Wasn't this kind of celebrating a dark thing that had happened in those long ago times? Was kind of morbid when you thought about it. He shrugged that off though. One of the places to visit tonight was the Lunar Castle, so why not? He'd shown up early though, during the last hours of daylight, and had been waiting. The stallion was a pirate, so why not join the fun and try to give a scare or two? From his perch, high atop the castle's main tower, he spotted his first target through his looking glass. "Oh my, look at that..." He whispered to himself, "...dressed up like Nightmare Moon. Let's just see if she has the same constitution as the late terror of the night." Snapping the spy glass back into the main tube and latching it, he stuck it in his inner coat pocket and took flight - gliding instead of flapping his wings in order to stay silent. Making a wide turn he swooped down slowly behind the mare, and not until he was nearly upon her did his make noise, with a shouted "YAH!" from nearly directly behind her. The moment he said it though, he abruptly pulled up and rolled, turning toward the darkness of the treetops and vanishing from sight. Strange as it might sound, the lights helped him hide, as everything beyond the source of light along the path was harder to see. Then he spotted another target. Poor things. He thought, Oh well. Sometimes you have to work for what you want. Pulling the same trick, the pirate swooped in from behind with a loud "BOO!" and then shot toward the darkness of the night to vanish again, grinning to himself. Mischief managed... for now.

It was a fairly lazy day for Thunder Crash. The dry dock was under construction, the ship was stuck in the sand, and there was little for him to do in terms of directing his crew. Really, honestly, what was a Captain good for if the ship couldn't move and everything could be handled by his officers? The answer was... sadly... absolutely nothing. Thus, he'd headed away from his ship and the bend in the river, away from the Everfree Forest, and across the lakes as fast as his wings could carry him. Maybe what he needed to avoid becoming a sad sack was to just have a day out to himself. He probably could have flown to see Electric, but he didn't want to feel like a burden today. He was a pirate captain, not some whimpering school-colt. Shaking off the thoughts before he worked himself into the beginning stages of depression, he surveyed the lake from the skies above. Thus far he had seen nothing in the way of his father's flagship, or the vessel that his mother captained. Neither ship had made it thus-far, and he was feeling greatly pleased by this. Maybe they'd had trouble in the same manner as he had - after all, their vessels were even larger than his. He had the smallest vessel of the three, just a sloop, but he'd not sailed upriver on his own before. His mother and father had done so many times, but usually in the ship that he now captained, and thus might not be experienced in using the larger ships in the same way. Perhaps he was in luck and wouldn't look a fool after all! He'd very much like not to look one. It was starting to be about time to head back when he spotted a patrol flying over the lakes and he cursed his luck. Snapping his wings he rolled and dove for the lake below - only opening them again just before the surface of the water and rocketing along over it. He headed for shore figuring that he would have to wait until the skies cleared before heading back. "Perfect." he muttered to himself. "I'll end up not getting back until after dark." Though, he didn't mind that. Flying by starlight was never a bad thing. As he began to near shore though, he noticed a large rock that had fish piled on it and couldn't help but be curious. Hovering near it for a moment and then landing, he stepped close and then looked around. "Well someone's good at fishing..." He tilted his head. "...But where in blazes are they...?"

Thunder smiled to himself as he noticed Electric flying closer to him, and he couldn't help but do the same in return. She was a lovely mare, smart and funny too, and such a loving thing. He wondered if she realized these things about herself, or if she thought lowly of herself, as seemed to be so common among the young mares in this day and age. He certainly hoped she had her confidence. It just wouldn't do for her to think low of herself when she was such an amazing pony! The flight was an amazing one - accompanied by a beautiful mare that he felt a great deal toward (even though they'd only known each other for a very short time) and flying over some of the most amazing scenery in all of Equestria. It was splendid - and made sure that he got to stretch his wings properly. Sailing was a grand thing, but he rarely got call to fly when his ship and crew needed tending and direction. Being that it was stuck though... well, it meant he could move without worry. It also meant his officers could handle the direction of the makeshift drydock that was being constructed around the sloop. Hours passed as they flew, but finally, with about half an hour to spare, they reached the outer foothills of Roam. Now it was just a question of finding the highest place to watch the sunset from. "We're here!" He called, doing a quick barrel roll and them popping up again. "Now just where to land..."

The letter that came across Thunder's desk surprised him; not so much that it really came, but so much that it came as quickly as it did. Of course, timing was probably second nature to someone that controlled the moon and stars. Reading over the letter, he smiled, and then let out a sigh of relief at the information that was disclosed. He'd be tacking this up in the galley for sure, just to make sure that anyone and everyone who even thought to start up that old argument could see the fact of the matter. Thank the stars, it would be much quieter without all the bickering.

Thunder Crash wasn't giddy, or overly excited, or hyper upon discovering that the royalty of Equestria was taking letters from the common people. No, rather, he was ponderous about whether he should even write a letter. A pirate corresponding with royalty? Was that really wise, at all, for him? He doubted it greatly. At the same time though, he did have his numerous curiosities, and he couldn't help but want to write to them. He was young and perhaps utterly foolish, but it was a chance he was willing to take. Ah, but now who to write to? Wait, why choose one over the other? He'd send a letter to each! The paper he used was now, he supposed, a bit of a drawback... since, well, it gave him away. After all, the header did read... From the desk of Thunder Crash, Captain of The Deceitful Mare Yeah... like that didn't give away that he was a pirate.

No, he would have used Gurren Lagann to destroy the Aubergine out of principle if it was forced upon him.

The same as the Greak Kamina would have done.