This chapter was so… BORING to write. Slow and boring for a reason but slow and boring none the less. None of it was scripted at all. Kinda just started writing it. Also, a scene in this chapter was inspired by this.

Next chapter: The Duel.

“Okay, so how does this work?” Jett asked.

“What?” Spitfire asked, “It’s just a sandwich.” They had finished shopping and were now at a café for lunch. It was nice scenic place with an outdoor seating area. Across the street were various other shops and restaurants. People of all kinds littered the street from the angel girls like Spitfire to those weird ones with the Gems in their forehead to the normal looking one's that Jett had really no idea about.

“With flowers on it.”

“And vegetables,” Spitfire said declared, “Come on, just try it.”

“I think I’d rather eat the metal they had back at the store.”

“Hey, you have enough metal, wood, and fabrics in that crate of yours so you can eat that. You didn’t even get any good metals.”

“What do you mean ‘good metals’?”

“I mean that we could have gotten anything at that store, even that gold infused stuff and you went with the low and high carbon steels and clay along with some other crap. You got CLAY.”

“Yes, CLAY.”

“Why do you need clay?”

“You’ll find out. I’ve said it like a thousand times already,” He laughed.

Spitfire crossed her arms, “Humph, you know I could make it an order.”

“Make what an order? And since when did you order me around?”

Spitfire grinned, “Since now. I’m gonna offer you a job.” She produced a piece of paper from her shirt and placed it on the table.

“Do I want to know where that’s been?”

“Oh shut up and sign the paper.”

He frowned, “Anyone with a sense of reason would not sign some random piece of paper like that.”

“Oh come on, we’ve been best friends since-”

“Yesterday.”

“No! Longer than that!”

“Maybe for you but not me.”

“Oh, come on!” Spitfire said, “You’ve seen me naked before.”

“No, I’m no- WAIT WHAT?!”

Spitfire laughed, “Well actually, you walked in on me when I was in the shower. I don’t know how much you saw but hey, it’s not like it was a bad view.”

“You’re a pervert.”

“Maybe, but the public doesn’t know that.”

“Well what does the public know?”

“Uh, I’m a model, captain of the best flight team in the world, Wonderbolt Academy manager, but that’s it pretty much.”

“Now again,” I asked, “Why should I sign this?”

“Ugh, fine! You can wait,” she sighed.

“Sorry if I don’t trust a random piece of paper handed to me by someone I just met yesterday.”

“Oh shut up and eat.”

“Humph, fine,” he picked up the sandwich and took a bite. He chewed it for a time before swallowing.

Spitfire smiled, “So… what do you think.”

“Well after getting past the odd flavors, along with altering a few sensor systems to even be able to detect some of these things, it’s not that bad.”

“Good, cause that’s all there is to eat around here. Well that along with sea foods.”

“Aren’t you a vegetarian society?”

“Yes, but if you have wings your metabolism is higher than normal along with being more active so plants and vegies won’t do it all the time.”

“Oh…”

“Well you shouldn’t worry. You love seafood.”

“How do you know that?”

“You may not remember it but I lived with you for six months. We’ve shared a bed more time than I can count.”

“Oh,” he said his face turning red.

Spitfire took a bite of her lunch with a giggle, “You get embarrassed so easily. It’s pretty cute.”

“Stop it. I’m a weapon not a puppy dog.”

“Oh that I know,” Spitfire said with a grin.

“You’re unbelievable.”

“And that’s why you love me.”

Jett grabbed his drink and took a sip. A noise hit his audio processors. A variety of noises clustered together into one. Jett went about deciphering it but Spitfire was faster.

She sighed and pulled a pair of aviators out of her pocket, “Great.”

“What is it?”

“Paparazzi.”

Spitfire pulled the glasses over her eyes just as a group of reporters with cameras started snapping and yakking.

“Spitfire! Spitfire!”

“What’s like being back after so long?”

“Where were you?”

“Who’s your friend you’re eating lunch with? Is he th-”

She stood up and stared at them. Jett cocked his head and studied her expression. She didn’t look amused.

“On second thought… we’ll comebacklaterbye!”

The group quickly dispersed. Spitfire stayed standing before relaxing and returning to her seat. She pulled her glasses off and shoved them back into her flight jacket.

“Okay, I’m confused,” Jett said, “What was that?”

Spitfire giggled, “Oh, funny story about that. One time when I was supervising training exercises they kinda ambushed me. One thing you never do is swarm me like that when I’m doing drills.”

“So what did you do?”

“Meh, Drill Sergeant voice and told them off. Ever since then, whenever I put these things on they stay away.”

“Interesting.”

“The academy also got moved after that as well to somewhere a bit more… secluded.”

“Where’d it get moved to?”

“Now if I told you that then it wouldn’t be secluded now would it?” She smiled.

“Were you always like this?” he asked.

“Yes, and you put up with it.”

“I take it I had no choice.”

“Yeah it was a bit like that. But hey…”

Spitfire and Jett finished their lunch before heading back towards the base. Jett carried his large crate with him as he walked. The city was a bustle of activity but soon they were on the more secluded road to the HQ with the city fading into the background.

“Now I just have one question,” Jett asked.

“Shoot,” Spitfire said from behind her sunglasses.

“Why are you so intent on helping me and caring for me? Were we like… like an item or something?”

Instantly Spitfire’s calm thoughts were shattered. Her heart rate shot up through the roof. Every fantasy, every thought, every real moment with him shot through her head.

She could say yes…

No! No! She wouldn’t. She couldn’t. She could not let herself lie to him like that. Especially not over something so… so personal. He would never do that to her and she couldn’t do it to him either. Not when he was so vulnerable no matter how much she wanted it.

She sighed and kept a calm façade hidden behind her shades.

“No! What makes you think that?” She laughed, expertly hiding her emotions.

“Okay. I’m still wondering though why you’re so… devoted to helping me.”

She sighed, “Because you did the same for me. You kept me safe when I was lost and alone and scared. You became one of my best friends in the span of a few months. And now you’re in the same situation I was six months ago so I’m returning the favor you big lug.”

“Okay… I’ll try not to be a free loader.”

Spitfire sighed, “I wasn’t offering you a job because of that. I was offering you one so I could keep you around. Oh and for the record, if you ever tell anyone how I admitted being scared and everything, I will deny it and then hit you repeatedly with a broom stick.”

“Whatever you say sister,” he laughed.

They finally reached the compound. Jett got a better view of the place as they walked through the gate. The whole complex was located in a nice niche in the cliff that was almost perfectly carved out for a flight base. The main building that contained the rooms, café, living spaces, etc was embedded near one of the cliff walls. It was a beautiful crescent shape as it curved to the cliff edge. Several levels tall as well as low, all the bedrooms had beautiful views of the valley below. The building itself had a beautiful modern look to it. Outside it was a nice relaxation suite. The deck from the cafeteria extended out and down a few steps to a nice outdoor patio completed with tables and chairs. An Olympic sized swimming pool was only a few meters away. Various pool chairs surrounded it. Hot tubs and other similar pieces were nearby as well.

Farther down near one of the cliff walls was a shooting range. It was walled off with an almost natural looking rock that rose from the ground. Near it was a sparing ground for hand to hand combat along with a sports field surrounded by a track. Bleachers sat just off the track.

Farther off was the main air base. Several hangers were embedded in a cliff wall with an air strip sitting before them. Hanging in the distance in the air was a large obstacle course consisting of rings and clouds on multiple levels. Various platforms hovered in the air all around it. Around it were a few bleachers that also hovered in the sky.

The entire complex was divided into two separate pieces by the path into the city that divided the two. The path itself traveled through a wide crack in the cliff face behind the complex and led back into the city. Canterlot’s massive spires rose into the sky behind the walls of rock. Out in the distance sat Cloudsdale.

Jett and Spitfire walked over towards the living area. Spitfire led Jett down to one of the lower levels and into a room. Inside was the forge. A nice furnace burned with various tools and materials all over needed for weapon maintenance and construction.

Jett dropped his crate down.

“Alright hot shot,” Spitfire smirked, “What’re you going to make?”

“First things first. Can I have my duffel bag that’s sitting in your room?”

“H-how do you know that’s yours?”

“Well do you wear boxers, male clothes, and have a robotic arm? Not that hard to figure out.”

“Oh… What do you need it for?”

“References.”

“Alright, you’ll have it.”

Spitfire turned and left. Jett looked around the room.

Remember, Jett. A warrior’s spirit resides within his blade.

Jett grinned. He cracked his knuckles and pried open the crate. The wooden front of the object fell to the floor. Jett rolled up his sleeves. Inside was a wide variety of objects and materials.

“Yeah, I think this is gonna work just fine.”

***

Spitfire yawned. She’d been sitting at the table for a while now. After delivering the android’s bag who happily accepted it she attempted to watch him to see what he was crafting but eventually got bored with that and went flying only for a storm to blow in half an hour later and ground her and rest of the team for the rest of the day.

She really needed to check those weather schedules more often. No it wasn’t that. She was just out of it is all. She was after all living in quite literally a whole other world for six months. She’d be back in the swing of things soon.

Still, she was a bit bored. She had no idea what Jett was making in that forge. He already had his sword in his bag, what could he possibly need to make?

The door to the cafeteria opened and in strolled Jett. Spitfire turned. He had changed out his old clothes and into something cleaner. He looked out of place a bit with his 25th century clothes but hey.

“Hey, uh I found the Laundromat and tossed some of my stuff in there. Hope you don’t mind.”

“Nah it’s fine. So what’re you making down there?”

“You’ll see.”

She sighed, “So what do you have planned for the rest of the day?”

“Well I came up here to see what kind of job you were going to offer me.”

“Eh, that can wait. With this weather anyway.”

The doors to the Cafeteria burst open and Soarin’ followed by the rest of the team came in.

“He Spitfire,” Fleetfoot called, “You remember this thing?”

“What is it?” she turned, “Oh no…”

“What is it?” Jett asked.

Misty giggled, “Her yearbook.”

“You wanna see it?” Surprise asked.

“No come on guys don’t do this.”

“Sure,” Jett walked over and they all sat down at one of the tables.

Fleetfoot produced a book and placed it on the table, “This, everyone, is Spitfire’s old yearbook. Lot of memories in this thing. For instance this.”

She opened the book up and turned it to a page. It was a picture of an entire class of children.

“That there is me,” Fleetfoot pointed at a picture. It was a typical young girl in a school uniform with wings on her back.

“Come Echo, don’t do this. At least don’t show Jett,” Spitfire pleaded.

“And this was Spitfire.”

“Awww come on!”

Fleetfoot pointed at a picture of a girl. Jett had to suppress a laugh. It was a picture of a girl with orange hair, the color of fire, all done up in braids and pig tails. She had braces on and was giving the camera a sheepish grin. The uniform just added to the comedy of the whole thing.

“That… was Spitfire?” Jett asked.

“Yup! That was her!”

“I know I looked like a dork okay?!” Spitfire called from behind the group.

“Oh come on,” Soarin’ laughed, “It’s not that bad I mea- okay yeah it is that bad!”

“Grrr, Fuck you Soarin’!” Spitfire fumed, her face turning red.

“Don’t be mean. It’s not that bad. I think you looked kinda cute,” Jett said.

Spitfire turned red, “What?”

“Yeah, you looked a bit cute.”

“Aww, does Spitfire have a crush on someone?” Fleetfoot laughed.

“I’m gonna hit you, Echo.”

“Careful Jett, she’s a feisty one,” Blaze grinned.

“Oh for God’s sake, I don’t have a crush on him!”

…

“Uh, you mind explaining who ‘God’ is?” Fleetfoot asked.

“Fuck, old mannerism. Look can we please drop it?”

“Whatever you say Captain,” Soarin’ laughed, “I gotta work out anyway. Don’t wanna look too sloppy when I win this duel.”

Jett looked at his watch, “I gotta go put something back into the furnace in the forge.”

The android quickly sauntered away and back down the stairs.

Once he was clear of cafeteria he sighed.

A green figure popped into existence in front of him. Acc. She had an unamused look on her face.

“You know, I get the feeling this is not the first time this has happened before,” she said.

“What?” The android asked.

“You losing your memory.”

“Well you’re me so why don’t you just go and recover it?”

“We’re as limited as you are. Whatever you can or, in this case, can’t remember is what we’re limited too. And right now that block goes for pretty much everything. All the way down to the moment you were created. And yet you can remember complex tasks like the entire history of the human race and how to make a sword and how to build a particle accelerator and yet you cannot remember a single event from your life.”

“Well crashing into the ground at Mach 1 will do that I guess,” He sighed, “Do you know anything about me? Just your experiences? Any inkling to the kind of android I was?”

“Cynical at times, that’s all I can say.”

“Hmm, about what?”

“Everything. Although there was a reason, I just can’t remember it. You know this is all your fault,” Acc smirked crossing her arms.

“My fault? How are a third of my files going missing my fault?”

“If you hadn’t bashed your head into the ground that wouldn’t have happened.”

“Well did you ever stop to think that the piece of metal embedded in my skull has something to do with that?”

“You know you’ve had us analyzing that thing and we are still no closer to figuring out where it came from.”

Jett sighed, “Keep at it. I don’t want to be an amnesiac forever.”

“You got it boss.”

The green girl vanished. Jett sighed before walking down to the forge.

He removed a piece of paper from his pocket and looked at his design. He laughed. This would be so good. Sure he didn’t have access to any Tritanium alloy, probably would be incredibly difficult to make here, but he did have the next best thing. Along with the fact that it wouldn’t be fair to use it but still. And this design would probably compensate enough for it.

He grinned, his fingers flexing in anticipation. He allowed himself to laugh, almost maniacally.

***

“Oh, Spitfire, you may have to push that little competition between Soarin’ and Jett back a little bit,” Fleetfoot said from the couch. She and the other Wonderbolts, minus Soarin’ and the guys were relaxing in the main living space.

“Why’s that?” Spitfire asked, sipping a drink.

“Management called. We’re doing a photo shoot for some magazine.”

“Great. Which one is it this time?”

“Aviators Monthly. That fancy flight magazine,” Fleetfoot yawned.

“Oh. Guess I should find something for Jett to do.”

“Can’t we just take him with us?”

“Oh no, no no no no no no no no no no no NO. Not happening.”

“Why?” Misty asked.

“I am NOT letting him see me like… when I’m in the middle of something like this, looking like that!”

“Why not? Soarin’ gets to see you like that all the time, which is more than he deserves frankly but still. Why’s Jett so different?”

“Long story…”

“She’s not gonna tell us, Misty,” Blaze said, her eyes shaded by a pair of sunglasses, “Give it a rest.”

“Well I just want to know.”

“It’s cause she LIKES him,” Fleetfoot teased before being stuck in the head by Spitfire’s hand, “Ow! What was that for?”

“You know what!”

“Well if you’re so vehemently against bringing him with us, why not just let him stay here? He could go exercise in the weight room or something,” Surprise said.

“Yeah that wouldn’t happen. He has a rather… violent hatred of things like that or he did at least. I’d rather not have those memories be the first thing he remembers.”

“Why? What’s so bad about it?”

“He was bullied constantly for his… conditions by the school football players who were basically idolized. He developed a hatred of a lot of sports like things like that.”

“Okay… what did you mean by violent?”

“He nearly killed 16 of them. So I’d rather keep him away from things that could bring up bad memories. Plus, it’s not like he’d need the exercise anyway.”

“Okay,” Fleetfoot said, “But if he pretty much has a hatred of jocks, why not keep him away from Soarin’? I mean, what if Soarin’ wins? He did graduate top of his class in pretty much every athletic activity. I mean, your friend may be a robot and all but still. What if he puts that hatred towards Soarin’ and hurts him somehow? I mean you saw how he embarrassed the guard like that.”

“Well considering he doesn’t really know who Soarin’ is and just met him the other day I would venture to guess he’d give him a fair chance to make a first impression.”

“What gives you that idea?” Misty asked.

“I punched him in the face the very day we met so I’d say he’d be willing to give it a try.”

“Alright, but you still didn’t answer my other question,” Fleetfoot said, “What if Soarin’ wins?”

“Oh Jett’s gonna kick his ass. Trust me.”

“I don’t know-”

“Trust me. He’ll win. And I can’t wait to see Soarin’s face when he loses,” Spitfire grinned manically.

“Jeez, only a few days back and you’re getting ready to run him into the ground,” Blaze sighed.

“Let’s see here, unless he happened to burn a box of photos while I was gone, he’s getting ran into dust. I will personally tell him to be as rough as possible.”

“No Cap, can’t say he did. Why? What was on- oh yeah… You know that was kinda your fault there,” Misty laughed.

“How the fuck was that MY fault?” Spitfire asked, “Soarin’s the perv.”

“Yeah well we all kinda figured that out rather quickly and have since-”

A loud boom echoed up the hallways followed by a ‘Goddamn it!’

The patter of footsteps came up the hallway as an android with the front side of his body significantly charred ran through the hallway.

Everyone looked at each other. The android ran back past the door with a heavy looking bucket of water.

A hissing noise was heard followed by a sigh of relief.

“What. The. HELL. Was. That?” Blaze asked.

“Nothing!” Came the reply from down the stairs, “Just had a minor problem with the cobalt(II) aluminate.”

“Jesus Christ,” Spitfire sighed, “What the fuck are you doing down there?”

“You need to stop using those weird expressions,” Fleetfoot sighed.

“I got used to living there okay? Everything here seems dark ages compared to then.”

Another loud hissing noise came from the forge.

“That’s it, I’m going down there.”

“NO! Don’t! The compound is in the air. If you come down here you’ll breathe it in and get cobalt poisoning.”

“Uh, then how are you alive down there genius?” Fleetfoot called.

“I’m not alive genius,” came the reply.

“Well keep it down. We’re trying to have some girl time up here,” Fleetfoot sighed before closing the door, “Jeez, you lived with that guy?”

“Yes, yes I did.”

***

“Jett! Are you almost done in there?” Spitfire banged on the door.

“Almost!” He called back.

“What’s taking so long? I thought girls were supposed to be the ones who took forever.”

“Well I’m sorry but I need to clear this crap off my face.”

“I’m coming in there in five seconds whether you’re done or not.”

“Hold on!”

“5. 4. 3. 2. 1. That’s it!”

She opened the door and walked in. Jett was standing in front of a mirror with a washcloth to his face. He sighed and looked at his progress. Better than before but he still looked like he had military face paint attached to his skin. Her gaze fell down from his face to his torso. True, he was in no way jacked like Soarin’ or the other Wonderbolts but there was still something about him… She quickly tore her gaze away and returned to his face.

“Jeez, all that time and you’ve only done that?” Spitfire frowned.

“I can’t help it. It takes forever to come off.”

“What on earth were you doing down there today anyway?”

“You will see. Now if- THAT’S IT,” He gave a yell of frustration. His arm opened up and a sand grinder emerged. The whirring noise was a bit loud for Spitfire. The device began approaching his forehead.

“No!” she yelled, “No, you don’t need to do that.”

“Why? My skin will grow back.”

“Here, use this,” she reached under the counter and removed a bottle. Inside was a strange liquid that changed from green to blue to purple and back again.

“What’s this?” he asked, examining it.

“Just try it. It’s meant to remove stuff like that.”

He frowned and then shrugged before placing some in his hand and applying it to his face before rinsing it off. The blackness that was burned into his face was gone, revealing his original skin tone. He smiled.

“There, now get out and get changed.”

“Does my arm make you uncomfortable?”

“Uh-wait what? Uncomfortable? Where’d you get that idea?”

“I have a doctorate’s degree worth of psychiatric training programed into my net. It is common for you carbon based life forms to feel, uncomfortable or threatened by something that is abnormal or different. If you like I can cover it up,” he said as a liquid metal flowed over it and formed a matrix and soon looked normal.

“No, it’s fine. Just… not used to seeing you without a shirt is all,” she said, her face turning red.

“Ah, understandable.” He turned and left the room, the liquid metal flowing off his arm.

Spitfire sighed and closed the door. This was getting bad now. She had tried her HARDEST not to stare but he was just… there. She cursed herself. Stupid shirtless android, she thought with blush.

***

Starry Skies yawned looking at the magazine cover. She almost giggled at the comedy of it. The Wonderbolts captain was giving the camera a death glare from behind a pair of aviators. That wasn’t the funny part though. The funny part was the group of reports surrounding her and blank look of the black haired kid behind her.

“Alright, what’s the deal Skies?” Charger asked from behind his sunglasses, “You’ve been looking at that fuckin’ magazine since it showed up.”

“I like the kid on the cover. He’s cute,” she smiled.

“What’evs.”

She leaned back on the couch and yawned again. Suddenly the magazine wasn’t in her hands and was sailing towards the fire place.

“HIYA SKIES! Whatcha reading?” Blueball Blitz practically screamed with an unnaturally wide grin on her deranged face.

Starry Skies’ eye twitched, “I WAS reading a magazine before you sent it sailing into the fire you twisted excuse for a girl!”

Blitz blinked, “Whoops!”

“She wasn’t reading it,” Charger sighed, “She was ogling over the Wonderbolt’s captain on the cover.”

“I wasn’t ‘ogling’ over the angry girl on the cover; I was just looking at the kid on the cover before Blitz here knocked it into the fire.”

Blitz had scooted over to the electrical outlet and licked her finger before inserting it into the wall. Her hair lit up like a neon sign.

“See? Look at her. No wonder she’s crazy.”

“And yet you hang around her all the time.”

“It’s cause we’re best friends,” Blitz suddenly emerged behind Skies causing her to scream.

“Stop doing that!” she yelled.

“Stop doing what?” A voice asked.

Everyone turned. Nightshade was standing in the doorway. She pulled her aviators off and entered.

“Change in plans. Management has scheduled more shows for us.”

“Meaning?” Charger asked nonchalantly.

“Meaning break’s over! SO get your collective asses outside and onto the fucking course! The rest of the team is already there.”

“Fine.”

A flash of blue and sparks flew by Nightshade as Blitz rushed out to the training field followed by Starry Skies and Charger.

Nightshade soon followed.

But there was something on the mind of Starry Skies as she prepped for practice. Who was that black haired boy on the cover?

***

Spitfire walked out of the shower, her hair and body still wrapped up in towels.

Jett was sitting on the couch in some pajamas examining a bladed weapon in his hands. The weapon was a sword with a lightly curved, single edged blade. A blood groove ran down its length down to the blade collar that met with the handle of the weapon. The blade was almost perfectly mirrored and shiny with the edge almost sharp to the point of being nearly invisible. He held up the scabbard and slipped the weapon in and watched as it formed an almost seamless black shape; A perfectly made Shirasaya.

“Is that what you were making?” She asked as she wiped her hair.

“No. This was the sword I found in my bag the other day and used as a model. Though because it’s composed of materials not native to your planet I figured it wasn’t fair to use it in the duel.”

“What’s it made out of again?”

“Like nearly everything in my entire civilization it is composed of Tritanium alloy. This alloy just happens to be incredibly sharp, light, and strong. It was treated with a process that forms an almost crystalline lattice within the blade making it basically indestructible and unable to be dulled. But this means it could cut through any sword you could throw at it so it wouldn’t be fair to use it.”

“So you made an entirely new sword?”

“Yes. It’s almost ready. I tried to make something as close to this as I could using the materials available but I had to make some sacrifices,” He said slipping the weapon back into his bag.

“Meaning?” She asked sitting down next to him.

“I had to sacrifice lightness for strength and sharpness. So it’s a bit heavier than I would have liked but I cut down on the weight as much as possible by trimming the blade down and coating it in a cobalt based dye to help preserve it.”

“Don’t they just use cobalt in ceramics?”

“I combined it with a few other things and made a watery dye with it. I’ve been cooling the blade in that whenever it removed it from the forge.”

Spitfire rested her head in her hands, “So is it a double edged or single?”

“Single. The way it’s structured I had to go with single. Along with the fact that I needed to balance the blade correctly and… wait a minute. Are you wearing anything underneath that?”

“Uh… no?”

“Oh for the love of god. Can you please put something on?”

“Okay, what’s the deal with you? Even when you have no freaking idea who you are and yet things like that still get to you. It’s not like it’s a big deal.”

“It feels… weird to me. I can’t just sit here and talk to someone when they don’t have any clothes on. Please tell me you weren’t like this all the time when I took care of you.”

“No, cause your society has some weird taboo on sex and everything related to it; well, except on the internet but that’s the same everywhere you go. Kinda picked up on that when you basically threw a fit when I was hanging my clothes over a fire place after we went for an impromptu swimming session.”

“And how did that happen?”

“Well you see, we were at a hotel and we decided to prank the desk lady who kept saying we were dating which for some reason pissed you off to no end. So we made a dry ice bomb and rolled it into the lobby before running away.”

He blinked, “And whose idea was it to make the dry ice bomb?”

“You know I forget.”

“And you never said why I ‘basically threw a fit’ about you hanging clothes out to dry?”

Spitfire blushed, “I kinda didn’t have a shirt on at the time. Or anything else related to the upper body.”

“And you thought that was okay?”

“Well how was I supposed to know? Your society had some weird ‘no go’ on the topic.”

“Because we’re a monogamous society. Anything hinting otherwise was frowned upon.”

“Well so are we but until you’re taken off the market you can be as casual as you want without consequence. Well there is the whole ‘go into heat, have the best sex ever and oh yeah you’re pregnant’ thing but other than that we’re pretty lax on it. You people were just weird.”

“Only places that are remotely like that are colleges and even then it’s still frowned upon to a degree. Everyone worries about being called a slut or a whore.”

“Well lucky for us we don’t even have concepts like that.”

Jett blinked, “Can we get off this topic please? This is getting weird.”

“You were the one who brought it up.”

“Because you’re not wearing anything accept a towel.”

“My quarters, my rules. I can be as naked as I want.”

“Well then I hope you don’t mind if I leave.”

“Nope,” she said smugly.

“Good.”

He calmly stood up and walked over to the balcony and jumped over the railing.

“Ah! Holy fuck dude! What’re you doing here?!” Came Soarin’s voice.

“Well I was trying to find someplace with a little less NAKED people in it but looks like I failed in that respect!”

“Can’t you see Soarin’ and I are a bit busy?” High Winds asked.

“Still wanna take your chances down there?” Spitfire called.

“Oh fuck you!” Jett replied.

“I don’t know why you just didn’t use the front door!” She laughed.

“I’m gonna kill you.”

“Then come back up here then! Unless you are terrified of a little T and A!”

“Are you always naked like this? Cause I’m gonna start sleeping in the hallway.”

“I thought you didn’t sleep!”

“Spitfire’s naked?”

“Oh so now you’re at attention asshole.”

At that Spitfire started cracking up. Her giggles soon ignited into full blown laughter.

“You know,” she laughed, “I think this almost beats handcuffing you to a thong rack that one time!”

“YOU DID WHAT TO ME?!”

“Whoops,” Spitfire giggled.

“You did what to him?” Came two other voices below.

Suddenly there was a thump on the balcony as the android jumped up from the lower floor.

“You handcuffed me to a what?” He asked walking up to her.

“Well, we were in a Victoria’s Secret after I dragged you in there to help me pick out a nice bathing suit. You weren’t too happy about it so I kinda bought a pair of those fluffy pink handcuffs and attached them to your wrists and the rest is history. You know I think I still have that picture!”

She reached over to her bag and pulled out the phone she used back on Earth. She tapped the screen and flipped through a bunch of pictures and tapped one. A picture of a kid hanging by his wrists just awkwardly enough so he couldn’t stand up rose up off of the screen. He was giving the camera death eyes.

“This right here is a thing of beauty,” she laughed.

“Now how exactly did you managed to pull that off cause I could simply break the cuffs.”

“Simple. You were locked out of most of your abilities giving you the strength of only an average 17 year old.”

“And since you’re… well… whatever you are you just did that and there wasn’t a thing I could do about it, huh?”

“Pretty much,” she said pulling the handcuffs out of her bag and twirling them over her fingers.

The android blinked.

“You know what, I don’t care anymore.”

“Well you’re no fun.”

“I think I’ve had enough ‘fun’ for one night.” His face changed, losing its ‘friendly I’m in the mood to mess around’ attitude. He cocked his head, as if he were thinking.

“Hmm.”

He stood up and walked to his bag and grabbed some kind of electronic out of it before heading for the door.

“What’s that?” Spitfire asked.

“A pad. I just remembered that I had wanted to go through it earlier.”

“What kind of stuff?”

“Stuff about me. About my life.”

“Well can’t you do that here?”

“No. I want to be alone for this. Personal business,” he said coldly.

Before she could say anything else, he stood up walked out the door, tapping icons on the pad.

Spitfire blinked, “What was that about.”

***

Jett walked down the empty hallways of the HQ. He soon found an open door and walked out into the cold night air. Temperature readings displayed on his HUD but they had no meaning to him. Cold mean nothing. He walked across the green and the various facilities on the air base until he reached the runways. He calmly walked down to the center of one of them.

He set the pad down on the ground before tapping one of the nodes on his arm and watching a small compartment open. A chip was plugged in inside. He pulled it and plugged it into the pad. A small green girl appeared on the screen.

“That reminder you had us set up worked I see,” she said, “But just reiterating, you are again talking to yourself here.”

He sighed, “I would prefer to think of you all as separate people. You know, like the little angel or devil on your shoulders constantly or like your conscience.”

“Your behavior is borderline multiple personality disorder. But I do see where you are coming from,” she laughed, “If that is how you wish to see us then that is your prerogative.”

“Alright. Let’s begin. Start with file 2938-A67 and go from there.”

“Yes sir.”

***

Spitfire was confused. What on Earth- er Equestria was that? He just… walked off. Maybe he remembered something? If so that would be great! They could pick up right back where they left off! But if not… oh well…

She had been sitting on the couch for a while now, having gotten dressed into something more manageable than just a towel.

She looked at her watch. He’d been gone for over half an hour now. She’d closed the balcony doors to cut off the obscene noises coming from down below. She had sighed and looked at the clock on the wall. It was getting late.

She sighed, “Jett if you aren’t back when I wake up, so help you…”

She walked over to her bed, climbed in and went to sleep.

***

It starts with a point. A photon of light. Then came the world. A vast unending plane of light and pure energy. Across the planes of existence. The infinite possibilities. Worlds of all kinds popped into being, never fading. A mass of color was everywhere. Time seemed to be tangible.

Hyperspace.

Two points of light distinguished themselves from the rest of them and shot across the vast unending infinity. They accelerated faster and faster and faster. Soon a universe appeared before them.

They were inside. Two stars shooting across the cosmos, covering the distances of vast galaxies in only seconds. Soon one distinguished itself from the others. A simple spiral arm. They rushed towards it, the stars getting closer. Soon they found a nebula and rushed into through it.

And then a world came into view.

***

Spitfire groaned. Mornings were awful. She hated them with a burning passion. But hey, when you’re in a military organization getting up early is part of it.

She groaned and pulled herself out of bed, sauntering over to the living room, yawning as she went. She flexed her wings and stretched them out to full length, a satisfying cracking sound emanating from the limbs. She sighed and reopened her eyes. Her living room was empty. Hmm. Had Jett not come back yet? She looked around the rest of her flat. Nothing. Though the pad was on the coffee table.

Then, something at the balcony caught her eye. She ran to the doors and threw them open. The morning winds rushed past her. The mountains of Canterlot were famous for the drafts from the valley they sometimes got. But that wasn’t what caught her attention.

Balancing perfectly on the railing was a certain black haired android. He stood calmly with his arms behind him watching the sun rise.

“Uh… how are you doing that?” she asked over the winds.

He turned, “Oh, good morning. Very carefully. Even for a computer there are a large number of variables to calculate. Wind speed, pressure, lean, there’s a lot of them.”

He jumped down from the railing, “I need to get some more clothes.”

“Why? Don’t you not sweat or anything?”

“Well yes but please remember that some of my outfits are from another civilization and not native to this planet. So if I’m going to be living here I might as well.”

“Oh. So what was it you did last night?”

He glanced over at the table before returning his gaze to her and let out and almost soul shaking sigh.

“I looked over files about me. Things like social network stuff, psychological reports, personality analyses, even a few journal entries.”

“What did you find?”

“A very angry person. There wasn’t really much of a reason in any of the reports, only a few mentions of an incident at an airport, my family, and a few of the football players. After a certain date though the journal entries just cut out. I still have no idea who I was Spitfire, but I know who ever I was wasn’t happy.”

Spitfire scoffed, “That putting it mildly. I had to work hard to get you to smile.”

“Well… I’m done being angry. Even if I don’t have my memories I’m gonna try to be happy here.”

Spitfire grinned, “You are?”

“Why not? I mean, it’s a brand new world here, I have the collective knowledge of humanity stored in my head, let’s see what I do here.”

Her grin grew wider, “That’s wonderful Jett.”

“I guess I’m reinventing myself. From what I gathered I used to be a bit closed minded about some things. But now, who knows? Maybe I’ll get myself a girlfriend.”

And that’s when all of the little girls in Spitfire’s head got out of their cage.

Author's Notes:

Stayed up to 11:42 editing this for you all. Now to Sleep like a hibernating bear only to wake up at 5:30.