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Lights were flashing and sirens were blaring. Thesbie was turning knobs, pulling levers and switching ever switch she could. “Come on Lassie! Don’t quit on me now!” she took a swig of her extra alcoholic cider. She switched on her headset broad casting her message on all channels. “This is the AS Lassie, requesting an emergency landing on the deck of the-” She squinted reading the name “-HAS Antigone” The turbulence knocked off her headset. She was trying every thing to keep her beloved ship a float, but Lassie was falling at great speed towards the main deck. “This is going to be one ruff landing.” Thesbie braced her self for impact. The small air ship crashed into the main deck, Thesbie did her best to not hit the ponies standing on the deck. On impact her head rammed into the dashboard. Thesbie rubbed her horn. “Whelp” She said unbuckling her restraints “Better introduce my self.” She kicked open the main hatch and stuck out her head. She took a swig from her bottle of cider. “Well as you can see Lassie, that’s my ship aint she a beauty? Has taken quiet a bit of damage would any one happen to be an engineer?” She said casually looking around.

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Confused, Ratchet held up the radio up to his ear and heard a crackly voice through it; "This is the AS Lassie, requesting an emergency landing on the deck of the..." there was a pause "HAS Antigone." Ratchet could not believe what he was hearing.

"NO! ARE YOU INSANE? YOU CAN'T JUST LAND ON AN ANOTHER AIRSHIP! YOU'LL KILL US ALL!" He shouted as loud as he could into the radio. Apparently his message was not received, however, for the smaller ship plowed into the deck of the Antigone without slowing. The entire crew was speechless foe a moment when some of the wreckage began moving. A hatch that may once have been a door flew open and a mare's head popped out, took a swig from a brown bottle labeled XXX, and asked for the engineer. Ratchet raised a shaky hoof.

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Kyros stepped outside of his quarters after he left the deck when he figured that there was nothing out there to worry about. Until he felt the thud rattle the ship, "Which one of you idio- What?! What is- I- MY DECK! Do you see what you did?! Who are you to just come on here, you- you- just-... WHAT?!" Kyros eyed the wrecked ship.


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Thesbie pulled herself out of the beat up hunk of metal. She smiled at the colt that raised his hoof. Her horn glowed as she dragged him towards her ship. “That’s fantastic let me introduce you to Lassie.” She rubbed the side of the ship lovingly. “We have been through a lot.” Thesbie did her best to ignore the one stallion freaking out about the damage to the Antigone. ‘I’ll patch it up later’ she thought to herself. “See I had to make a quick exit and ponies were so upset about me leaving without saying good-bye they started shooting at Lassie. Poor Lassie…….” She sighed looking very sad. Switching back to her overly perky self she patted the engineer on the back saying “So what’s our name. I can just call you engineer when your working on my friend here now can I?”

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Striker walked slowly to the ship that had very literally landed on deck, he walked up to the driver and starred a little stunned, "In all my years i have never seen something like this..." Striker said out loud in a awed voice "you alright?" Striker said to the pony who was standing on top of the other ship

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Ratchet tried to pull himself out of the magical force dragging him towards the mare, but his attempts were in vain. She dropped him in front of her and started rambling about her ship, but he was in to much shock to understand anything she was saying. He was brought back to reality by a pat on his backside while the mare asked his name. Blushing furiously at the contact, he answered slowly; "my name's Ratchet..." he cut off awkwardly, looking at the floor.


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"Ratchet....." Thesbie said thoughtfully. "What a great name for an engineer." A brown Pegasus piped up and asked who she was. "Oh that's right. I forgot to introduce myself." She cleared her throat. "My name is Thesbie." She takes a dramatic bow "Pleased to meat you all." She stood up strait and took another sip from her bottle. She then turned back to Ratchet. "So I can fix most of the body work myself, but the engine and all the mechanical things well be up to you."

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Kyros was infuriated. He had enough of being ignored and eventually just grabbed the pony with both of his hooves and directed her vision toward him, "You crashed into my ship! Are- Do you realize this?! Do you see what you just did here?! Clearly you will not leave before fixing all damage done to my ship." He paused. "Physical... and mental." He said as he rubbed his head after feeling a headache coming on.


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Thesbie was taken aback as he grabbed her. He seemed very distressed about his ship. She new the feeling. "Well I can't leave untill my ship is fixed any ways." She shook out of his grip. "And I shall aid in the repare your ship. That is a reasonable request" Taking another drink from her bottle she continued "And as payment for fixing my dear Lassie I will work as a crew member till she is done." She offered her hoof for a hoof-shake. "Sound fair?"

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Kyros looked at the outstretched hoof, "Well seeing as how mabey half of our expected crew didn't show up, deal." He shook the mare's hoof, "Oh, and if you see a white pony with a black mane, do your best to avoid him. I've had enough trouble from that colt as it is."


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Thesbie nodded "White pony black mane. Got it." She turned her attention back to Ratchet. "So I think we need a better place to put Lassie till she's fixed up." She walked around the wreckage examining it closely. "I mean we can just leave her up here." She turns to the other ponies on deck "Does any one have any ideas on A. how to move it. or B.where to put it." She went to take another sip of her cider, but it was empty. She looked in the bottle for even a drop more. But there is none. She sighs and puts the bottle down on the ground beside her to throw away later. "So who has any ideas?"

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((Im ashamed Tori, don't you know ships are always referred to as females! No exceptions))

Ratchet shook himself out of his stupor to begin examining wreckage of the A.S. Lassie. The ship would have shown its age even if it hadn't been smashed into the deck. "We could move her into the cargo hold, it's near the engine room so it will be easy for me to work on her." Ratchet said as he stuck his head down the hatch and looked into the cockpit. It was designed for two, a pilot and a co-pilot, but it was clear there was no one else aboard. Instead the interior was piled high with cider crates (XXX). "Where did you sleep?" he inquired, pulling his head out of the cockpit.

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(Lassie spelled both ways are uni-gender. And i always refer to Lassie was she if you notice)

 

Thesbie put one hoof behind her head looking meek. "I slept in the pilots chair. I had to remove the co-pilot chair for the boxes." she said only slightly embarrassed. Then she remembered that she was out of cider at the moment. She jumped in the craft sliding into the pilots set. The then used her magic to open up a crate and took out a new bottle. "The best cider from allover Equestria." She said opening the bottle and taking a drink. She offered the bottle to Ratchet.

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Ratchet cringed and pushed the beverage away, "I'm fine thank you" he said sniffling, the smell was staggering even through the seal. He looked down at the mangled ship. "Where did you get her? They stopped producing this model nearly 600 years ago! How in Equestria did you bribe an museum to her up?"


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Thesbie leaned back in the seat. She took a sip of cider and reminisced about the past “My brother gave it to me when I was 16.” She said getting out of the ship. She used her magic to start unloading the crates of cider one by one. In total there were ten. “So now we know where to put her but how do we get her to the cargo hold?” She looked at her collection of cider. “And which one of you strong stallions want to help me carry these down to the kitchen?” She looked from pony to pony. Ratchet will probably stay and work on Lassie and Kyros was still up set about her unexpected arrival. So her eye turned to the pegusas. She used her magic to put a box on his back saying "Thanks for volunteering."

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"You kidding? I Could do this all day!" And with that Striker trotted to the kitchen, striker was use to carrying heavy things he had to carry giant logs back and forth to make his house so the boxs of cider wheir not even comparable. By the time striker had brought down all the crates only 1 hour had passed, leaving enough time for him to introduce him self to the very obviously drunk pony.

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Thesbie was pleased about how helpful the pegasus was with the hard work. She actually let him do all of it and just sat back drinking her cider as she watched him. Work smart not hard was one of her favorite sayings. She got up and walked, well wobbled she had almost finished her bottle, over to him. "Good work" She said patting him on the back "So you know my name but I didnt catch yours."

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"you want to know my name?..." Striker looked at Thesbie with a small funny glance as if it was the first person to actually care about him. then Thesbie tried to take a drink but when she did she found that it was gone, instead it was in the hoofs of striker, "My name is Striker..." Striker then took a small drink of cider and then threw the bottle over, "and i be much more helpful then you think! for instance i just solved one problem!" Striker looked over the edge of the ship to where the bottle would have fallen, he gave a small smirk and then looked and Thesbie, "I may be helpful but remember, i am more dangerous then you could ever imagine... well anyway, would you like a tour?" Striker was still smiling to himself about how easy it was to take the bottle of cider with out Thesbie knowing.

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Thesbie frowned when Striker took her bottle. If he thought her being drunk was a problem then this was going to be an interesting ride. But a tour sounded like a good idea. "Sure thing." She said slightly slurred and swaying back and forth. "Is this thing moving or is it just me." She squinted for a moment and stood still. "Yep just me." Thesbie looked back at Striker, "Lead the way Mr. Tour guide."

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"Well first off lets show you where the medic is? Shall we?" Striker said a little unsure. Guiding. Thesbie towards the medics. At some point having to stop because thesbie almost fell over, reaching in to his saddle bag he brought out a bottle of cider, "before we go any farther drink this it cures drunkeness"

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Thesbie looked at the bottle in-deferentially. "Nah I'm good." She said pushing the bottle away. "What's the point of getting drunk if you just get ......." She pause thinking of the word, "Un-drunk." She wobbles on wards in the duration they were heading. "You need to learn to have a little fun." she said with a wink.

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"I know how to have fun, but now is just not the best time" Striker looked back at thesbies ship which was still parked on top of the Antigone. "I have fun all the time, even though my fun might be much more diffrent then mine." Striker said still handing the bottle towards Thesbie, "if you drink this i can show you how i have fun"

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Thesibe thought about it for a moment. She looked at striker then back at the bottle. Then she shrugged and took the bottle. Thesbie raised the bottle and examined it "This better be awesome....." She muttered. Then she took sip from the bottle. She handed it back to Striker a little up set about her drunk time being cut short. "Okay Striker lets have your fun."

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"Throw this bottle as far as you want, even using magic i dont care" striker empteyed the contents of the bottle over the side, then handed the now empty bottle to Thesbie. Digging in to his saddle bag he brought out one shurikan and held it out in his mouth, "gw awhead" striker said through his teeth.

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'Target practice ay?' She thought excepting his challenge. Using her magic she hurled the bottle forward. It was moving so fast it was a blur. "Okay Striker lets see you hit that." She said confident there was no way he could hit the flying bottle. Shooting bottles wasn't her bottle of cider but she wanted to see what Striker could do.

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