After the incident with Alivia and finding out her true colours, the engines of the North Western Railway and the Josephine Railway have been rather put out by what had occurred. They couldn't believe that one of their own would betray them to save their metal hide. Braedey and the other J.R engines were soon sent back to their respected railway, just to give them some space and to try and calm down.
Over the next few days, all the engines began to settle down and relax, all of them getting back into their own routine and beginning to forget about the unfortunate events back on Sodor. Still, they felt hurt from what they heard. Luckily, Mr. Franklin had Miss Sunohara give some therapy sessions. The therapist said to them that 'It's the external wounds that heal the quickest. It's the internal ones that take longer'. She got around to most of the engines, and they thanked her deeply for it.
One early morning, the Josephine Railway engines are all getting themselves ready to go. Despite having the therapy sessions, Braedey was still feeling put out from what he learnt about Alivia and her dark past, and it left him shaken to his frames.
"You okay there, Braedey?" The crimson GWR 4900 locomotive looked over to see Mr. Franklin walking over from his parked car. "You look rather down."
"Just... still trying to come to terms about..." Braedey trailed off, hoping his owner understands.
"It's okay. Sir Topham told me everything." Mr. Franklin reassured to his express engine. "If it makes you feel better, you can take the rest of the day off to try and relax. One of my daughters will come over to see you." Braedey understood and he soon puffed away down the line at a gentle pace.
"Sir, why did you come here early today?" Max asked as his crew got his engine checked over.
"Well, I've been overlooking some paperwork, and I've noticed that we'll need some extra help with goods and passengers." Mr. Franklin informed to them. "So, I had made a call to a heritage railway over in Wales, and they agreed to loan us one of their engines to us. The engine is a GT3 Turbine engine."
"Wait. A GT3... like Croghan?" Liliana asked in concern. "But I thought he was the only one."
"This engine is one of only two that had been built. This engine goes by the name of Damien, and he's been doing some charter tours." Mr. Franklin informed. "He should arrive in a little while. Best you all be ready."
"Another engine like Croghan? Will he be the same?" Max grumbled.
"I'm not sure, but best we give him the benefit of the doubt." Liliana replied to them. She then thought about Braedey and his departure. "Do you guys think Braedey is alright?" She asked.
"I'm sure he'll be fine." Austin reassured to her.
"Not after knowing he's one of only 11 GWR 4900s that are still around." Diana replied to them. "I mean, both Donald and Douglas, including myself, are the last surviving Caledonian Railway 812 Class of engine, with the other 652 all scrapped."
"Diana is right. It can leave a mark on anyone's own conscious." Jane agreed with the blue Caledonian engine. "But I hope for Braedey's sake, it doesn't cause a problem."
"Still, best we'd be ready for our guest when he arrives." Belle advised and she departed alongside Max to go to the coaling plant to get some coal trucks.
Down at Lakeside Station, Braedey was sitting in a siding nearby the station, looking down at his buffers. He was thinking about what's happened and the true fact of everything. As he sat there, he saw a car drive up and stop nearby, and out stepped Caitlyn and Jane Robinson, Mr. Franklin's wife and 3rd daughter.
"Braedey? Are you feeling better?" Caitlyn asked to the crimson engine softly.
"I've... been better." Braedey replied quietly. He then noticed the buckets of polish alongside them. "What are you doing with those buckets?" He asked in confusion.
"Well, Dad told us about what happened to you, and we thought we could come over and give you a polish and a clean." Jane explained to him.
"You sure about doing so? I'd hate for your clothes to be ruined." Braedey asked in concern.
"Oh, don't you worry. We've been around coal dust and much more than that." Caitlyn replied nonchalantly. "It's never bothered us, and I don't mind getting my hands dirty." Braedey knew that she was right: every now and then, Caitlyn and her daughters would come around to help with some repairs, repaints, and more.
"Okay, then. You can go ahead." Braedey said to them.
Over the next few minutes, Braedey sat there calmly as he was getting polished from funnel to footplate. His crimson red paint now glistened in the light, his brass fittings and some shining like gold in the sunlight. After a while, Braedey felt much better than before, and the two women were pleased by their work.
"Feel better now, Braedey?" Caitlyn asked.
"Yes, I do." Braedey smiled back. "I guess I just need some time to calm down. I could go back and be ready to take a train."
"Well, let's go." Jane smiled as she climbed into Braedey's cab. "I'll see you back at the house, Mom." She called to Caitlyn.
With a toot of his whistle, Braedey steamed out onto the line and heads off back to the main station Marion. Jane was smiling as she travelled along with the fast express locomotive, eventually arriving at the station. As they do so, the faint rumble of a diesel locomotive's engine could be heard, getting their attention along with Austin, Liliana, and even Diana. They looked to the mainline to Barrow-In-Furness, and they could see a locomotive rolling up with some coaches.
'That must be Damien.' The other engines thought to themselves.
Damien is the 2nd prototype mainline gas turbine 4-6-0 locomotive known as the GT3 (Gas Turbine 3), built by the company English Electric at their Vulcan Foundry in Newton-le-Willows during 1961 alongside his prototype brother Croghan, in order to to investigate the use of its gas turbines in rail traction applications. He is painted in British Rail blue with yellow lining across his form and cab, plus a white B.R logo on his tender.
Damien was designed by English Electric engineer J.O.P. Hughes alongside Croghan in a project that started in the early 1950s. Externally, he resembles a steam tender locomotive, but in Damien's case, the tender carries kerosene fuel. The designer stated the use of a traditional chassis arrangement and mechanical transmission was to avoid complicating the prototype with (at the time of its conception) relatively untried technologies with regard to bogie assemblies and electrical transmission. Sadly, despite returning favourable performances on longer runs requiring sustained power outputs, the prototype nature of both Damien and Croghan required further investigation and development into a configuration which would've matched the convenience of the new double-end diesel electric locomotives then being built. Neither English Electric or British Railways were prepared to fund this work as at the same time both were already heavily committed to the diesel electric concept, with English Electric in particular fully engaged in manufacturing diesel-electric locomotives of many types Upon completion of the test runs, Croghan and Damien were returned to English Electric at Vulcan Foundry at the end of 1962 and stored away. In 1972, Croghan was purchased by Mr. Franklin's uncle to assist Braedey with the building of the line. As for Damien, he sat there for another 8 years until 1980, when an anonymous buyer purchased him off the original owners to work on a heritage railway in Wales. Damien was thankful for being purchased. However, due to Damien's rather thirsty English Electric EM27L gas turbine engine, the managers said it wouldn't be viable to keep running it. So, Damien asked to have the turbine removed and be replaced with a modern diesel engine. The managers acknowledged this and respected his words, and they made the engine swap, as well as giving him his new coat of British Rail paint.
Damien is the complete opposite to his prototype brother Croghan; he sees all engines as fellow friends and sees them as an important role of the railway, regardless of they're steam, diesel, electric, or a mix. Damien wants to be friends with steam engines, displaying his friendliness with a charming smile.
"Welcome to the Josephine Railway, Damien." Diana announced with a smile.
"Greetings to you all." Damien smiled back gently.
"Nice to meet you too." Austin replied, now collecting some empty trucks and taking them away to the coal plant to collect more coal.
"Have you taken any goods and passengers before, Damien?" Liliana now asked as she shunted her works train to take later in the day.
"Only a few trains here and there." Damien replied with honesty, then he looked over to Mr. Franklin. "Sir, what trains would you like me to take?" He asked next.
"You could take one of my mixed goods over in the yard over there." Diana spoke up, her eyes gesturing to one mixed goods train. "I've got another train to take, so you can take that goods train. It goes out to Barrow-In-Furness for either Henry or Peter to take."
"Understood. I'd be glad to take it for you." Damien smiled, his engine rumbling to life, and he heads off to the turntable to get turned around so he could go and get coupled up.
Braedey watched him go, listening to the engine and taking note of the rumbles and whirring. 'Odd. Sounds like he doesn't have his turbine engine installed. Must've got it removed?' He thought to himself. 'Maybe he got something different?'
Damien reversed and coupled up to the goods train. Once done so, the guard blew his whistle, and the blue GT3 Turbine locomotive began to roll forward with his goods, the others watching him leave.
"He seems rather pleasant." Diana commented.
"Plus, he seems to run nicer than Croghan." Austin added in as he arrived. He had overhead everything as he arrived, and even saw Damien in action.
"True. Hope we get the chance to talk to him." Braedey said to them before he left to go and take his next train.
During his time here on the Josephine Railway, Damien seemed to get along with the other engines. He even got along with those around him, including the people, trucks and coaches. Damien treated them so well, it was much of a surprise for them, and they compliment the British Rails GT3 for his work ethic. This was really surprising to mostly everyone.
Later, Damien had managed to meet up with Braedey, Diana, Jane, Belle, Max, as well as Kieron down at Lakeside Station. The former is now telling the others about what he's been up to ever since the 60's, during the time of British Rails, and after the Privatisation Era where he was saved by a heritage railway.
"So, you've had your turbine engine removed?" Belle asked to Damien with curiosity on her face.
"Why is that, though?" Max asked.
"Well, it had become just too financially subtle to even keep me going with how fuel-thirsty the turbine engine was, so I decided to get it replaced." Damien clarified to them all. "So, after some diesels were taken out of service, the restoration folks had a few engines to try and utilise. Eventually, I was provided and eventually got the engine from a British Rail Class 37: a 1,750bhp (1,305kW) English Electric 12CSVT engine. It took some time to get it installed, but once it was, getting spare parts to repair me was much better easier than before. In addition, I was able to run at speed without little to no effort at all."
"That's good to hear." Braedey commented. "By the way, what happened to your old turbine engine?" He asked.
"Yeah. What happened to it?" Kieron also asked.
"It was put on display at the heritage railway where I work." Damien answered casually.
Just then, a yard manager ran up. "Braedey, Jonson has burst his right cylinder lining trying to take out a heavy goods. We need you to take it to Barrow so Peter could take it away."
"How many trucks?" Braedey asked.
"Not that many, but it's mostly got a heavy weight." The manager explained.
"Right. I'll pull a cylinder to pull it." Braedey sighed.
"Not alone." Damien spoke up, the crimson engine now looking to him in surprise. The GT3 locomotive fired up his engine, a small cloud of black smoke erupting from his top funnel. "I'll push from behind while you pull from the front." He added.
Braedey smiled and whistled in response, now puffing away down towards the mainline to Barrow. Damien blew his horn a few moments later, and he rolled off with a rumble and roar of his engine after Braedey. The two engines eventually caught up with Jonson, who had only gone about a mile down the line. Braedey now explained the situation, the GWR 5100 Class 2-6-2T understanding the plan. Braedey switched onto Jonson's line and coupled up to Jonson's front, Damien now buffering up to the rear of the goods. With two toots of his horn to Braedey, Damien pushed against the train with all his might, Braedey pulling as well, but it felt like he wasn't even doing much.
"No time to waste." Damien called out from behind.
"I agree. Give it all you got!" Braedey whistled as he puffed along, Jonson watching on in surprise.
The cavalcade trundled along down the tracks, now heading forth down the line towards Barrow-In-Furness without any issue or hesitation. Damien's engine roared like a lion as Braedey charged along like a determined animal, while Jonson just felt like he was as light as an empty flat wagon, now feeling both engines handling the heavy goods.
'Now this is how we should do our work: together.' Damien thought to himself with a smile on his face.
Eventually, the three engines had finally arrived at Barrow-In-Furness, and about three minutes early, just as Peter arrived with his heavy goods from Sodor. The LMS Stanier 8F was rather surprised by Damien and the heavy train, but congratulated them for their work. Damien introduced himself to Peter, and the former, Braedey, and Jonson soon left to go back onto the J.R as Peter took the goods away.
A little later, Damien was sitting by the fuel depot to top up his fuel tank tender, Max also getting his fuel tank topped up, with the others going about. Damien looked over to Braedey and Diana, then toots his horn at them, in which they whistled back to him.
Seems like the Josephine Railway has made a new friend, and one being that of a GT3 locomotive.
At the National Railway Museum in York, Croghan sadly hadn't learned his lesson ever since he was sold off to the museum. He still thought he was better than any other engines, and he constantly boasted about it and was still rude to the other engines both visiting and those at who are exhibits at the railway museum. It soon got so bad, he was sent to the back of the workshop shed alongside Alivia the despicable LMS, as she has been called.
One day, Croghan was complaining as per usual. "It's not fair! Why am I, the ultimate in railway Revolution, stuck here as a museum piece like these old teapots around me!" He muttered in exasperation.
"Because you are an oversized chocolate bar on wheels with an attitude problem." City of Truro called back out of exasperation.
"Pah! You are just jealous that you're not as perfect as me. Besides, I bet that park of a railway I once worked upon is closed and shut down without me. Sooner or later, that chump Franklin will have to scrap those out-of-date locomotives and want me back, and I will only pull the express and be adored like I should be from the start." Croghan proclaimed with smugness and pride laced within his voice.
"Oh, be quiet." Alivia demanded.
Mallard scoffed lightly. "I highly doubt that. Especially with that new friendly GT3 engine working on the Josephine Railway." He commented lightly.
Croghan stopped and stared at the LNER A4 locomotive. "What was that?!?"
Mallard smirked at this. "Oh? Haven't you heard? A new GT3 named Damien was bought by a heritage railway in Wales, and he works alongside both steam and diesel locomotives. On top of that, he follows the rules."
Croghan was aghast. "WHAT?!?!? But he's part of the Revolution! He should not be friends with those old scrapheaps and the only rules he should follow are his own!"
Mallard rolled his eyes. "He doesn't seem to mind."
"Just be glad you're not the only one of your kind anymore." City of Truro remarked.
But Croghan was utterly furious. His kind being nice towards steam engines was just an insult to him and he started to see this Damien as a disgrace to his class.
Over the next few weeks, Croghan was ruder than ever. He kept on making rude remarks and comments to the engines, the museum, even the visitors, and worst of all of the steam preserved railways, until at last, the manager has had enough.
"Your bad attitude is giving this museum a very bad atmosphere, and the visitors and the other engines are getting fed up with this nonsense." The museum manager said sternly. Croghan just rolled his eyes but the manager continued. "I think it's time you earned your keep on the rails, Croghan. A goods train is to go to Barrow-In-Furness, and you're the only engine to take it. If you can get the train there on time, and without any complaints, you can stay. If you don't, you'd better hope someone can find a use for you or you're out of luck. Your trucks are waiting for you in the sidings. Now don't cause trouble."
Croghan didn't want to take those trucks, but then, he had a plan. 'If I take the train my way, then a proper railway will have to take me in as the pride of the line.' He thought with a smirk.
Croghan rattled away to find his trucks. In the sidings, a shunting diesel had just finished shunting the train when Croghan arrived, but he was being careless and bumped them hard.
"Hey! Careful!" The shunter diesel called.
"I can do what I want, and I'll bump the trucks around whenever I want. I don't need an old generator on wheels to tell me what to do!" Croghan snapped back. As soon as the guard whistle could be heard, he rattled away, while jerking the trucks about in the progress.
'He'll be in trouble soon.' The diesel shunter driver thought to himself.
And that was right. Croghan was going about the mainline towards Barrow-In-Furness, more reckless than ever before. He charged by, ignoring every red signal he seen, and he nearly caused so many accidents on the rails, many trains stopping before going out onto junctions as Croghan charged on down the tracks.
"Now this is how a real GT3, or even a real engine, pulls a train." Croghan laughed to himself as he travelled at speeds of up to 60mph. "I like to see that pathetic Damien be better than this. In fact, I'd like to see any engine beat me."
But, the troublesome trucks were not so pleased. They had tolerated some bumping from engines like those of Bill & Ben, Edward, even James. However, this engine was nothing but a real pain. They began to plot among one another to pay this wannabe engine out.
Soon enough, Croghan had made his way up to a hill not far away from Barrow-In-Furness. He made his way up, but as he does so, the trucks began their tricks once again.
"Hold back, hold back." The trucks began to say.
"Be quiet back there, you stupid idiots!" Croghan said back.
When the GT3 Turbine locomotive eventually reached the top of the hill, the truck's chance had come. They pushed against Croghan's buffers, and they began to push him down the hill at speed. Croghan was taken aback as he was pushed down the other side: Croghan was now out of control. His driver quickly fought back for control but the trucks kept pushing the GT3 locomotive down the line much too fast. The station now loomed ahead, but Croghan now passed through a red signal.
"I can still get the trucks back under control!" Croghan spoke out as he struggled against the trucks, but to no avail. "Fall in line...!"
Croghan was about to soon learn why his signal was red. His driver looked ahead of the machine and he now began to blow Croghan's horn in horror: just up ahead and heading towards the station was Gordon with the Wild Nor' Wester!
Gordon was going along at a good speed, looking back at the coaches coupled up behind him. But, as he now looked ahead, he saw the incoming turbine locomotive further ahead, and the blue engine began to blew his whistle frantically at the incoming train.
"GET OUT OF MY WAY!" Gordon yelled.
Luckily, a quick thinking signalman saw what was now happening, and he quickly changed the tracks, now diverting Croghan down into the sidings, Croghan's driver applied the brakes at full force, but it was too late. With an almighty crash, Croghan bashed right through the buffers, turning over onto his side with a thud and a crash, the trucks now spilling their contents in the process across the ground.
Luckily, no one was hurt, and Croghan's driver had jumped cleared before the crash, Gordon getting clear and fortunately didn't crash, to his and his passengers' relief. But Croghan had come off the rails and crashed into the field, now laying on his side and was dazed. He knew he's in trouble now.
When the cranes eventually arrived to clean up the crash, Croghan was surprised that his rescuer was none other than a blue/yellow GT3 Turbine locomotive. Deep down, Croghan knew that it was Damien, and he was not amused.
"Croghan. You know, I thought someone of the same class as me would had enough common sense to learn his lesson by now. But apparently, you're too stuck-up in your engine casing to even listen to others." Damien spoke firmly, Croghan looking away but Damien knew he was listening. "You can see me as a disgrace, yet I am a responsible and reliable engine who does the job right and listens to my friends. After today, I'm sure everyone will agree you're the disgrace, Croghan. Hope this accident will knock some sense into that turbine of yours, as well as realise those signals and rules are there to prevent accidents like this from happening."
Croghan said nothing; he knew that Damien was right.
On the Josephine Railway, Damien was thankful for his time with the other engines, and he hoped one day he could come back. After a chorus of goodbyes and whistles, Damien made his way back to his heritage railway in Wales, proud of what he's done.
After hearing about what had happened, the museum manager was not pleased at Croghan's behaviour and actions today. He then told him he will be useful soon. Croghan definitely didn't feel high and mighty now.
The GT3 locomotive was eventually purchased by a farmer, who said he needed a new hydroelectric generator for his farm and dam, and he thought Croghan would do the job, much to the GT3's shock. Without hesitation, the museum curator and manager sold Croghan off to the farmer, the GT3 yelling in protest as he was taken away to the farm, his driving wheels being removed in the process, much to the relief of the engines in the museum. Croghan was placed into a wooden shed not far away from the dam, the shed now nearby the railway, with water pipes and power cables connected all across his body, his turbine engine now retrofitted to create hydroelectricity.
Now, all Croghan can do was sit and watch the other engines go by on the mainline. Croghan still proclaimed that the Revolution will happen, and he will lead the way. But that seems highly unlikely. The cows and horses on the farm never even listened to him anyway.