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Dragon'z Wrath: That was the awesomeness of RenaTamer!

poneyfucker: *levels rifle*

RenaTamer: *there isn't enough YESes to throw at you*(Well, except for the Discord placing the curse on Dawn. That was implanted way before either of them existed.)

LexiconHuka: WHAT DID YOU SAY NIGGA?!

Battle Damage: Hoorah!

spartan1735: Know that feel, bro.

AN: It's shortish, but progressive!

"So what's the word, will it ever fly again?" I asked, crouching down next to Max as he worked on a part to the C-5. Applejack was standing next to me, the two of us back together, as she relented and apologized heavily to Apple for being racist towards her, and accepted her as the foal I could never really give. Apple had a complete family now, and it brought a smile to my face.

"If you had asked me that a day after the crash, I would have said no," Max gave out a grunt while he worked on the C-5's burnt out engine. "If you had asked a week ago, I would have said hell no…" He added, pausing for a moment to nudge a nut away from his back.

"And now?" I asked, taking a drag from my cigarette that burnt up half of the damn thing.

The flight mechanic paused long enough to glance over at a red unicorn mare (death guard, being paid extra bits for doing this) who was using her horn to weild a rib-joint back into place. "Without the right tools, or the right spare parts, the only way she is going to fly is with PFM… and luckily for you, Equestria runs on PFM."

"PFM?" Applejack blinked, her head tilted to one side. She probably shouldn't have been so close to me, because when I exhaled the smoke in my lungs, she coughed up a storm. I waited until the smoke cleared before answering.

"It's a military acronym that we've made up," I clarified. "It means Pure Fucking Magic."

"Eeeyup," Max chuckled, imitating mine and AJ's older brother. "With magic running the engines, there is no need for fuel, so we've been able to reinforce and strengthen the wings. Add in the fact that the ponies can also cast a permanent levitation spell on the plane, and you'll be able to stuff just about anything in her and still fly…"

"As it is," Twilight spoke up in her cheery voice. "With all the help we're getting… this machine will be ready by the end of the week."

"That's good news," I chirped happily, before glancing to my right. "And while I'm glad you're here, Master Sergeant… is there a reason you brought her along?"

Leaning back in order to see past the charred remains of the TF-39 engine (and past cigarette smoke), he peered at the nearby white alicorn. Sunbutt lay in the shade cast by the C-5 Galaxy, a large bowl of popcorn between her forelegs, watching Kung-Fu Panda on the inflatable movie screen while the CMC laughed and giggled alongside her. Apple was curled up beside Applebloom, watching with creepy as fuck eyes (she doesn't fucking blink).

I felt her wonder what the fuck the movie was about, and chuckled in my head.

"You got a problem with me having my Pretty Pretty Pegasus with me?" He asked, feigning shock.

"Pretty pretty… what?" That floored me somewhat. I'll admit to that.

"It's…" Max gave out a sigh as the supposed joke failed miserably. "It's a little girl's pony cartoon back home."

"Yeaaah," I rolled my eyes while AJ giggled at my side. "So, about Sunbutt?"

"Dawn, Lunacae, and Luna have been getting a bit uppity lately, so I talked 'Tia into coming with me on a week long sabbatical from running the realm," he said while climbing down from the engine. "I don't think they had any real idea just how hard she works to keep Equestria running right."

Except for Dawn, he knew all along, from what he told me. Don't need to tell the others that, though.

"And?" AJ questioned.

"Has any of them been by in the last few days?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Well… no." I finally said. It was technically true, I haven't seen him, but I have heard from him in the form of short letters sent via Spike. From how he stated Luna and Lunacae was fairing, I'm surprised there hasn't been a revolution against them yet.

"You should see some of the scrolls that have popped up as of last night, begging her to return early." Chuckling to himself, Max wiped the grease from his hands as he made his way over to where Sunbutt and the CMC sat cheering as the movie ended. Apple just flew over and plopped herself down on my head, standing in as a hat.

"Come ma' lady," Max gave a curt bow. "We have dinner in an hour with young Miss Sparkle and Mr. Schmidt…"

I snorted when he said 'Mr.'. Schmidt's older than dirt. Hell, if we go by the year on the planet and not by how old we are, we're all older than dirt.

Celestia quickly bid her farewell to the three fillies before nodding to her human. "Excellent. Come my most faithful student, let us be on our way."

"Coming," Twilight happily galloped away. "And after, by chance, can Max teach Schmidt on how to give me one of his special baths?"

"I think that can be arranged," Celestia nodded to her now excited protege.

"Hey, don't I get a say in this?" Max asked as they shambled off towards Ponyville.

"And if you did, would you refuse?"

"Not in the least," he chuckled as he gave the sun princess a pat on the rump. "Just like having the option…" I sighed and turned back, before facepalming.

"No! That goes in the other way!" I called, jogging over before the poor mare blew up the damn plane.

Lord knows I'd be bitch-slapping somebody if that happened. All of our damn food was in there!

"Okay, repeat after me; I need an adult!" Mark, trying to teach Apple how to speak.