"Now entering Ponyville station! Please watch your step and take all belongings with you. We hope you enjoy your visit and have a very nice day." The train attendant announced over the speakers as the train pulled into the station. Once the smoke and steam from the train cleared, many ponies of various size, color and race began to disembark. However, one among them was different from the others. While most ponies wore only a vest or minimal amounts of clothing, this one was clad in a blue, zippered jumpsuit with many pockets and sported goggles with black-tinted lenses and gold trim atop his forehead, just above his horn. He was also wearing a saddle bag that was packed to the brim and appeared quite heavy, however he seemed untroubled by his burden. He was slightly taller than the average pony with a semi-muscular build that bespoke of a certain familiarity with physical labour. His coat was a rich chocolate brown color with a (Channy stopped here) and his mane and tail were styled in dreaded locks, his tail of medium length with a red ribbon at the base to signify that he was a kicker and the locks of his mane, slicked back and held there by his aforementioned goggles. His blue eyes surveyed the station. It was small and there weren't many ponies but then Ponyville was a small town wherein the main exports were apples and fashion accesories. The main supplier for apples was Sweet Apple Acres, who he was a personally big fan of. The fashion designer Rarity, who, he didn't know if she would remember, designed his jump suit, was the main reason that fashion accesories were a major export in ponyville. These two unlikely friends were joined together through the elements of harmony, the remaining bearers of which also lived in this quaint little town. The town was also, and most importantly, home to newly crowned Princess Twilight Sparkle, who the stallion was actually there to see.

He pulled a gold pocket watch from his suit and checked the time. He was a bit early but there was nothing wrong with that he thought. Placing the watch carefully back in his pocket he hitched up his saddle bag and started walking away from the platform. Before leaving the station a map caught his eye and he quickly studied it. The map detailed how to get to ponyville from here, as well as several notable locations including Sweet Apple Acres and the Everfree Forest. As his eyes roved over the directions he remembered several hushed warnings he had recieved about the dangers of the Everfree. He had never been there himself but it sounded like an interesting adventure... and he was always up for a little adventure. Sweet Apple Acres also sounded like a fun destination, but he reminded himself he had business to attend to first. The stallion took another moment to make sure he had the map memorized before continuing on. As he left the station and arrived at the road towards Ponyville the unicorn stallion couldn't help but wonder how he had gotten to this had been enjoying a visit with his mentor before recieving a task from Princess Celestia herself! He knew he had always been bound for greatness. A task from the ruling monarch of Equestria was to be taken very seriously, even if it was only clean up duty. Tirek had left the town, as well as much of Equestria in shambles, and she needed his help piecing the town back together. Ok so she gave the task to his mentor who deviated the task to him but you know, semantics. Apparently Princess Twilight was expecting him which was good, less trouble on his end. He wondered what she was like. He had heard of course that she was quite studious, which was how she had come to be the Princess's protege. He respected this since he also liked to read. He had also heard she was an amatuer scientist, which was also something they had in common. He wondered briefly if he would be able to meet the rest of the elements of harmony but doubted it since he would be so busy. Along his travels his eyes were caught by a wagon left by the wayside. Aside from a broken wheel and some missing bolts it looked to be in good condition. The wood was freshly painted in bright red and the trim was free of rust and scratches. Someone had lovingly painted a intricate design along the back and none of the wooden planks were bowed or cracked. Someone had clearly taken good care of this wagon. Except that they had left it here, broken. Lumber, buckets, and sacks of tools littered the ground around the broken wagon. The stallion gazed around for any sign of the owner of this wagon, and seeing none he allowed a grin to cross his face. A shiver started at the base of his spine and his hooves began to itch. This was a sensation he had come to refer to as "the urge" and it came upon him whenever her saw fixing that needed to be done. A blue hue surrounded his horn as he removed a very old and well used tool belt from his saddle bag. It had everything a job like this would need and more, all expertly arranged and lovingly tended so as to be in perfect working order. With a snap the belt was firmly in place and ready for use as his eyes glinted with the excitment of a new job. Flashing his signature smirk he pulled down his goggles and grabbed a couple tools. Twirling them with a distinct flair he glanced around one more time before getting to work.

Applejack was leaving distinct hoofprints in the dirt as she stormed up the trail along with her brother Big Macintosh. As if it wasn't bad enough that she had to haul supplies to town hall when her own farm needed so many repairs after the big fight, now her darn wagon had gone and busted a wheel. And she'd just finished repainting the darn thing too. But to put the icing on the cake the darn cart was too heavy for her to drag back to the farm on her own so she'd had to haul Big Mac out here, and it wasn't as if he didn't have enough on his plate. Big Mac, sweet as he was, was trying to soothe her with his quiet words, and she was so absorbed in his wisdom that she stopped dead when she saw what they'd come to. Big Mac frowned in confusion as Applejack stepped forward and tentatively pushed the wagon, which rolled beautifully, better than it had before. She listened intently for the telltale squeaky wheel that she had hated this particular wagon for, but heard nothing. "What in tarnation...?" Applejack was still gazing at the wagon in wonderment when Big Mac nudged her, motioning to a drawing in the dirt. It was a very strange drawing, of a wrench that looked like it had guitar strings on it. Applejack couldn't help thinking whoever had drawn it there was no artist. But be that as it may if it was the same pony that had fixed her best wagon she defintiely owed him a debt of gratitude regardless. And Applejack always made good on her debts.