Hello everyone. I'm back and I have some information for you. The events are happening in July of 1948. The German Class 01 was build in 1926 and Marco was working on the German Railway from 1926 until 1930. He stands 18 Years in a shed and was bought by Sir Topham Hatt just before he could get scraped. He got fixed and was send to the Island. Sadly the workmen forgot to fix his brakes. But let's see what happens to the newcomer.
Chapter 2
Faulty Brakes
The new Engine rolled down the track towards Knapford." Soweit, so gut. Be careful old boy. Your brakes a still the old ones from '26." He said to himself and started to slow down a bit.
At the station Thomas started to shunt again some Trucks for Edwards next delivery to Crovans Gate. But suddenly he heard a unfamiliar whistle." Who is that." He asked himself.
A few moments later the engine drove in and tried to stop at platform 3. But unfortunately his brakes didn't work properly and he stopped outside of the station." Scheiße. I knew I should have braked earlier." He grumbled as he rolled back into the station.
"Oh hey. Who are you. I never seen you before at Knapford." The blue E2 tank engine asked curiously.
"I'm the new engine from Germany. My number is 1511." 1511 answered a bit ashamed of his incident with his brakes.
"But why can you speak English. I thought Germans weren't good at our language." Thomas wanted to know.
"Well that's because..."
"Is that the newbie. I try to communicate with him. Ahem...BRATWURST MIT SAUERKRAUT. BLITZKRIEG. GUTEN MORGEN. THÜRINGER KLÖSSE. SCHADENFREUDE." James said as he arrived on platform 4.
"Are you some kind of racist. I can speak your language Shithead. You don't have to shout some German words at me that you heard once randomly." 1511 huffed feeling insulted.
"Oh sorry. My fault. I thought you were..." The black number 5 engine tried to say but he didn't find words what would let him sound less like an racist.
"Anyway. As I was going to say." The German engine cut him off." I learned it because I stayed in a shed for 18 Years and me and my driver Heinrich Vogel learned it."
Then the Fat Controller stepped on the platform 3." So. You must be the new engine. 1511 am I right." The obese man asked.
"Yes indeed. And you are definitely the guy who bought me." The black Class 01 answered.
"Well its about time that we got someone who is pulling the goods trains. Our main Heavy Goods Engine is...on a break so you'll have to do it." Sir Topham explained.
"Well I do my best Sir." 1511 smiled full of energy.
"Great. You see that long line of trucks over there. Bring it to Crovans Gate. They need it to build a engine repair shed called: "Steamworks"" The Fat Controller ordered.
The German engine backed up on the trucks that stand on a Siding and waited until the workmen coupled him up to the train."Let's go." He peeped and went of to his destination.
The ride went at first very well, but the trucks thought that it would be a great idea to have the newcomer a little accident." I saw his brakes are faulty. After he's over Gordon's hill we bump him off the rails." A Van giggled. All the other ones agreed to that plan.
"The rolling stock on this island is a bit weird. I heard they only are causing trouble. But it's probably a lie." 1511 huffed as he reached the top of Gordon's Hill.
"On! On! On! Push him off the rails." The Trucks shouted.
"What are you talking abou...oh SHIT..." Before he could react the German Engine got pushed by the rolling stock behind him and went faster and faster.
"HEILIGE SCHEIßE. BREMST AB IHR KRANKEN PSYCHOS." He Yelled in German. The trucks didn't understand the foreign Engine and also they didn't even care about to stop.
1511 tried to apply his brakes but because they're so old he was gotten thrown of the track near Crovans Gate in a Bend. The German engine crashed trough bushes and landed on smaller tracks.
A orange Diesel that saw this Drove to him." Oh dear...are you okay." He asked.
"Well. I'm not badly hurt. But I'm of the..."
"I don't mean you, you morron. I meant the track on which you decided to land. I have to fucking repair that." The Diesel cursed.
1511 felt like a complete idiot after that crash. After a while James came with a Breakdown Crane." Oh boy. Your first day and you mess it up so badly. That's not the German productivity am I right." He laughed.
"I swear to god I bump you in the ocean when I'm back on the track." 1511 grumbled angrily at the black number 5 engine.
He was brought to a workshop to get fixed. Sir Topham Hatt walked to him." Well 1511. You don't have a good day today aren't you." He said.
"It's not only my fault. The workmen in Essen decided not to replace my old brakes. And nobody told me how to work with the Rolling Stock on this island." The black engine answered.
"Well. If it is like this we'll have to get you a pair of new brakes. Then you can prove yourself useful. Okay?" The obese man asked.
"I would be happy if I could do that Sir." He answered smiling a bit.
Topham left the works and left the new engine in the works to get fixed.
