Wow, I really hate on Soarin' in this story. Like, I hate on him for no reason. Maybe it's some subconscious thing I've developed after reading a specific fic by RTE. I will not say anymore on it as this entire first thing here is just the ramblings of a crazed, sleep deprived boy. This is what happens when you take college level courses that eat your sleep away like the flesh eating disease. You go crazy. Running on only a few hours of sleep a day is not healthy and I am in fact counting on this whole ordeal removing a noticeable sized chunk from my lifespan. Ah, whatever, read the chapter. I'm gonna catch up on some g4nuvhy58hyy... *Snore*

Jett sat up on the couch. It was still dark in Spitfire’s quarters but that didn’t bother the android. He checked the time.

3:00 AM.

He sighed. Bored again.

There was one thing he could do. He stood up and got dressed in the Wonderbolt work outfit Spitfire got him before heading out the door and out of the complex towards the hangers.

He walked into his hanger, hanger number 6, and then stepped onto the elevator and rode the platform down.

He entered the darkened room and flipped a few switches and levers. The lights inside the hanger turned on.

Jett sighed. Overall the place was a mess but it did have potential. Plus he had his brains and wits so he could easily, with some time, convert the place into a high tech paradise for him.

But first, he had to clean it up…

He had moved a few tools and supplies down here as well as some of the things he had with him from Earth so the job wouldn’t be too bad.

He walked over to one of the walls and picked up a large, abnormally wide broom. No one other than the android could hope to wield the thing but it would make the job go by faster.

He accessed a playlist of music stored in his net.

“Okay… let’s get started.”

***

Four Hours Later.

Spitfire yawned and flopped out of bed.

“Ow,” she said as she hit the floor. The impact wasn’t bad, just a bit of a lazy wake up.

She pulled herself off the floor and yawned.

“Fuck, that stupid photo shoot is today,” she sighed walking over the couch where Jett had been sleeping.

“Hey, Jett. Me and the rest of the team are gonna be gone all day so just… do whatever you want.”

No response.

“Jett?”

She shook herself awake and looked over the back of the couch. Empty.

She sighed, “Figures.”

After getting herself cleaned up and getting dressed she grabbed everything she’d need for the day and loaded it up in a bag before walking out of her room. Some of the other Wonderbolts were in the cafeteria eating breakfast. Spitfire grabbed an apple turnover before walking out to the cafeteria towards the hangers.

She stepped onto the elevator and hit the switch. The platform descended down into the hangar.

“What… the… hell…”

She had to hand it to him. He was good. Jett had singlehandedly cleaned up the entire hangar complex and pilled everything up near the open doors. The floor was free of crap, all the useless machine parts were pilled nearby, and even the rust was cleaned off the old machines. The old planes were still there, being ugly in their spots.

Jett walked by with a broom, whistling as he went, sweeping the remaining dust into a pile.

“Oh, hey Spitfire. Yeah, figured I’d get started,” he said whipping his head, “Yeah, I hope you don’t mind, I called one of those waste removal people to get rid of all this.”

She grinned, “Wow, I’m impressed. No one’s ever gotten this far before.”

“Well I guess I’m the first to get through the first day. Now that I look at it I can see a lot more potential in the place. I’m think I’m gonna upgrade that machine shop back there and along with the forge.”

“Cool. You gonna do anything with those planes?”

“Maybe. I mean, I could upgrade them a bit before I start building other things.”

“Other things?”

“You forget my brain is a molecular computer that’s holding all of human knowledge in it. Believe me, making a jet engine or anything else with that kind of knowledge isn’t that hard.”

Spitfire smirked, “You know, you once told me that human emotions still eluded you. Is that true now?”

He blinked, “I don’t know. Maybe. It’s all about interpretation. I may have the knowledge but understanding it is something else entirely.”

“You know, last time we had this conversation you said something similar.”

“Hmm… Interesting.”

“Yeah. I’m not gonna be around today along with the rest of the team. We’re doing a photo shoot today so I’ll be gone most of the day.”

“Alright… Oh and I took a look around this place and found a pretty cool living space down here. There’s like four bedrooms, a living area and a kitchen and eating area down here. Again, it’s all a mess but I think I can make it work and maybe even move in down here.”

Spitfire blinked, “Alright. Oh, and you’re first paycheck comes in today so use it wisely.”

“Okay. Well, you better get going. Don’t want to be late now.”

“Alright. See ya later.”

“See ya. Now when is that incinerator gonna get here?”

Spitfire sighed and pulled her sun glasses on before hitting the button on the elevator and ascending back to the surface.

***

“Well this is interesting,” Happy said.

“What?” Acc said not looking up from her book.

“I was rummaging through some old files and found these logs.”

“Find anything else? Like anything worth finding?”

“No not really, that information is still ‘missing’,” he said waving his hands around ominously.

“Well if it’s not that then I don’t see how it’s important,” she said returning to her book.

“What in Jett’s name are you reading that’s so distracting?”

The green haired girl sighed, “If you must know, it’s the entire collective knowledge of human psychological behavior stored inside this nut’s head.”

“And why would you ever read anything like that? Why don’t you do what E does and read a book about starships or something cool like that?”

“Because as this guy’s Trust center it’s my job to know all these things. And come to think of it, you should all read this stuff too. Wrath already has and more.”

“Well that’s because he’s the more dangerous aspect of this guy’s personality.”

“What do you mean by dangerous? If anything Moe is the dangerous one. Do you know what sadness can do to people?”

“Yes, I know what sadness can do to people,” he retorted in a mocking tone, “But that typically only goes so far as to one’s self. Anger is far more dangerous.”

“Elaborate.”

“Let’s see, isolation, psychological damage to the self and others, it overrides reason, violence. It can lead to irrational thought and actions caused by it.”

“I guess.”

“Not only that, these old ‘worthless’ logs I found were the emotional activity record to this particular android. In more complete detail.”

“So what did you find?”

“What we expected, lack of trust, extreme festering anger to the point where he was getting close to snapping. Also, a lot of his more positive parts were just… off.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” Happy said scratching his head, “almost as if he were purposely subjugating himself to it. We couldn’t make a full assessment without a complete memory record though.”

“Ah, well he seems to be behaving normal enough now.”

“Yeah… I just hope nothing happens to change that…”

***

Spitfire and the rest of the team walked down the streets of Canterlot towards the studio. Celestia how she sometimes loathed these things! Sure sometimes they were fun, I mean; she got to actually show off just how sexy she was! Who would hate that? Especially all the guys that got to see some of the pictures. And some of the girls…

Still, sometimes they got a pervert as the photographer and then it just went downhill from there. Spitfire along with the rest of the female members of the team hated that. And other times it was the guys who were the target of it. Depending on who it was they either despised the unwanted attention or just basked in it.

“Have you ever read Aviators Monthly?” Fleetfoot asked.

“Have you?” Spitfire responded.

“Seen it a few times at the store or whatever but never really looked at it. Anyone else ever read it?”

“Typically, I only read the magazines after we’ve done a shoot for them,” Surprise laughed.

“I just look at the hot pics they take,” Soarin’ added.

“Probably ‘cause you can’t read,” Lightning Streak snickered.

“What was that?” Soarin’ said with irritation in his voice.

“He said you’re illiterate,” Fire Streak laughed.

“And what’s that supposed to mean?”

“Oh for the love of- it means you can’t read! Idiot.”

“I can still beat you up. Both of you,” he declared victoriously.

“And Jett can beat YOU up so shut it,” Spitfire said.

“That kid? He may have that arm but I seriously doubt that.”

***

One day later.

“AH! UNCLE! UNCLE!”

“Hit him! Beat’em up! Rip the skin off his d-”

***

“Yeah, we’ll see about that.”

They continued down the sidewalk, using the roads where they normally would not find the paparazzi. Since Spitfire had returned she’d spent the majority of her time with her team and friends but had gotten the time in to see her mother and father. Her parents were naturally joyed to see her alive and well and naturally had questions about what had happened. She had told them… to a point. Unsurprisingly her sister had not been present.

This wasn’t something new. They never really had a… great sibling relationship. When Spitfire was given the captain’s position in the Wonderbolts, Nightshade didn’t exactly take it well. But over time she got over it, but still some resentment remained. Still, they had a… working kind of relationship. And yet with Nightshade, something else was there…

Still… things weren’t always well.

And then there was the rest of her sister’s team: The Shadowbolts. To say a rivalry existed was an understatement. The two teams bitterly hated each other. Various incidents occurred between the two from bar fights to street fights to pretty much any other kind of fight you could possibly have with a person was had between the two. Flight competitions were rough to say the least. Accusations of cheating or pushing and shoving the other mid-flight or even using their aircraft to play games of chicken with each other. Again, fights happened here too.

Eventually after a few too many public meltdowns the two generally avoided each other like Andorian Shingles.

Still, every now and again…

The team turned a corner. Walking down on the same side of the sidewalk was five of the Shadowbolts. Nightshade, Twister, Hurricane Winds, Blueball Blitz, and Storm Cloud. If tension was a skyscraper it would be an orbital elevator.

The closer they got the more it could be felt in the air. It was suddenly very quiet. As if ever sound in the city had stopped. They got closer…

Spitfire passed her sister first, “Sister.”

“Spitfire,” her sister responded.

The others passed each other without a word. If glares were guns the street would look like The Gunfight at the O.K. Corral. Whenever Blueball Blitz passed the team everyone noticeably moved away from her.

The powder keg feeling didn’t go away until they passed around the corner. Even then the silence stayed for a few minutes after…

“Every time I see that fucking blue balled bitch it’s like I’m afraid she’s gonna cut my balls off and deep fry them in oil,” Lightning Streak shivered.

“Dude, I swear she’s an escapee from a mental hospital or something,” Wave Chill replied.

“I wouldn’t file that in the realm of impossibility,” Silver Lining said.

Fleetfoot ran up to Spitfire, “Wasn’t that your sister?”

“Yes.”

“So… you wanna talk about it?”

“Nope.”

“Fair enough.”

“Let’s just… forget about it. I don’t want this afternoon to go to waste.”

***

“Bye guys!” Jett called as the last of the crews left. He looked around the hanger. EVERYTHING was cleaned up. The machines had been cleaned up but the majority were probably gonna need to be fixed up. The runway was clear of any and all debris. The planes were still there though, looking old and out dated but Jett had plans for those. The living area down here had been cleaned and refurbished; all that was missing was the furniture.

Jett had taken the time to move his stuff down here to the bedroom. He wouldn’t be getting sleep tonight. Not that he needed it. Still too much to do.

He did a quick survey of his environment, “Not bad Jett old boy. Not bad at all.”

He looked towards the elevator, “Kinda got boring.”

The stairs up were still there though. He walked over to the doors and opened them up. A stair case led up to the surface just on the edge of hangar area. Lights lit it up reasonably well.

He looked at his watch. Lunch time. He’d been down there all day so unless he wanted to look like a cave hermit he’d go up and do something.

His stomach grumbled.

“On second thought, lunch sounds good. Wait, why am I even hungry?”

He quickly squashed that thought before heading through the doors and walking up the surface. He emerged through another set of double doors. The building he came from was a simple structure with little more than an office space and small dining area. Nothing more.

The android walked onto the road out of the complex and headed for the city with a bag of bits in his pocket. After all, what’s a job without pay?

***

“Okay, very good, Spitfire,” the photographer said.

Spitfire sighed. Luckily she didn’t get a pervert this time. She changed positions. She was kneeling now with her back to the camera, her back bear with her arms covering her breasts. She turned back to the camera, spreading her wings out.

“Very good.”

The others were most likely doing similar things with their photographers. All of the best photos would be added to the magazine’s photo album. She grabbed her top and pulled it back on before pulling a leather bomber jacket over her back, leaving it unbuttoned before turning back and lying down, looking provocatively at the camera, a slight grin on her face.

“Good, yes very good.”

Spitfire sat up, “Okay, how’s that for now?”

The photographer looked up from his camera, “Let’s just do one more in the uniform again and then we’ll get the whole team together.”

“Okay,” she said grabbing her Wonderbolts flight suit and removing her jacket before pulling it on and zipping it up.

“You want me to have the hood on or off?”

“Keep it off. And keep the front unzipped. That’ll be the last pic.”

She did as she was told and knelt down and unzipped the front of the suit and gave the camera a sultry look.

“There we go, that’s it. Okay I think we’re done for today. We’ll just wait for the others to finish and then we’ll take you’re group picture okay?”

“Sounds good.”

She stood up and walked over to her bag and pulled her phone out. Text from management. She sighed. What was it this time?

CALL BACK NOW.

She sighed. She wanted to go back home but she had the feeling that that wasn’t going to happen.

“Hello?”

“What is it this time?” Spitfire sighed.

“Yeah, you have an interview to do tonight.”

“What?! Come on man, I wanted to go home today, not sit in front of some camera again.”

“Well I’m sorry but we couldn’t get it any other time.”

Spitfire sighed and closed her eyes, “You’re sure it has to be today?”

“Yes. Come on, look on the bright side, you’ll have some extra free time the rest of the week.”

“Fine. Just text me with the time and place.”

“Sure.”

“Bye.”

Click. Great. Another thing she had to do today? How come these people always wanted to interview HER? Why not interview Soarin’ or something? Oh yeah, cause he’s an idiot.

***

“Thank you. Please come back soon,” The women at the counter smiled.

“You’re welcome,” Jett said smiling back and grabbing his sandwich before walking out of the shop. She was nice, he had decided; friendly attitude, a smile on her face, everything that a customer could want.

He walked down the street before taking a bit. She also had some pretty good sandwiches. He’d definitely be returning there later.

“What to do today?” he mused to himself. The materials he’d ordered weren’t going to show up for a few days and he pretty much couldn’t do anything else until they arrived. So he had free time. Well he did basically do several weeks’ worth of work in a few hours. But then again, when you’re an android you can do whatever you want pretty much.

Maybe he’d go around and see the sights the city had to offer. He’d done his research about the world he found himself in now. The country was run by a monarchy. Normally that would be a problem to him but after looking through the history of the place there wasn’t anything really wrong with it. Most monarchies were ruled by incompetent rulers or tyrants or both or even worse in some cases that usually resulted in violent revolution by the people. All the revolutions throughout history were violent to some degree, some more than others. The American vs. the French for example. One involved simple war; the other involved the parading of heads around on pikes through a city. But here, there was no revolution against the monarchy as there had never been a problem. If it isn’t broke, don’t fix it right?

There really wasn’t a reason to anyway. People had rights, people had good quality of life, most part a democracy, no wars as the current monarchs had world ending power of over the planet so if any neighboring nation was stupid enough to try anything, things wouldn’t last very long. By his world’s old standards, this place was a virtual paradise.

His thoughts were interrupted as he entered a park. One of the many gardens in the capital city. It was laced with trees and foliage and sprinkled with flowers of all kinds. Various wildlife filled the area from simple birds to squirrels to insects, everything. It was comparable to finding the Garden of Eden.

Jett laughed and found a bench to sit on and finished his sandwich.

“All it needs is the serpent and the golden apple.”

“Golden apple?” A voice asked.

Jett looked up. A girl with silky pink hair was sitting on a tree branch looking down at him. A pair of amethyst colored wings was on her back.

“Oh hello, I didn’t see you there,” he replied.

She jumped down from her tree, “I’ve never seen you around here before. You new around these parts?”

“You could say that.”

Her gaze drifted to his arm, “Wait a minute. You’re that kid! That kid who humiliated the entire royal guard by hiding in their own backyard! And they couldn’t find you!”

“I take it you’ve heard of me.”

“Well yeah. Everyone knows of you. The princesses are even looking to get some time with you. But ever since that night you’ve MYSTERIOUSLY disappeared,” she laughed.

“Well I’ve been keeping out of public eye you could say. First time I went out we got swarmed by paparazzi and second time I went out someone tried to kill me.”

“Oh my gosh! Were you hurt?”

“I said TRIED to kill me. I never said they got far,” he grinned.

She walked up and sat on the grass in front of him, “I don’t think I caught your name.”

“Jett. Jett Halsey.”

“Halsey? That’s a weird name,” she giggled.

“Yeah? Well what’s your name?”

“Mine? My name is Starry Skies.”

***

“And now we’re back with more Entertainment Daily. I’m you’re host, Fyre Ghost,” Fyre Ghost grinned, “We continue now with our interview with famed captain of the Wonderbolts and arguably Equestria’s most eligible bachelorette, Spitfire.”

He looked across the table towards the Wonderbolt captain. The lights, the set, the screens, the cameras, it was obvious that they were on a TV show. Spitfire just smiled warmly. She did have to admit, despite not wanting to do an interview; Fyre Ghost had been incredibly gracious about the whole last minute thing.

“Glad to be here,” she grinned.

“So let’s continue. You were gone for six weeks by our point of view but for you the whole thing lasted six months?!”

“Yeah. Six months. And to be honest, it was probably the best vacation I’ve ever had.”

“I’m sure. So what was it like?”

“Well imagine a kind of futuristic society, high tech, high quality of living, fast paced life style and you get where I was. To say high tech doesn’t even describe it.”

“Just how high tech are we talking about?”

“Well I’m gonna say this on live television so you can all get an idea of this but they were gods. Even by our standards, the things that they achieved without the use of magic are just astounding.”

“I’ll bet. So what have you been doing since you’ve returned. I’m sure you’ve been reconnecting with you team and colleagues.”

Spitfire smiled, “Yes, I did spend time with my friends and family. Still can’t believe you all wrote me off as dead that quickly.”

“I think we’ve learned our lesson about that one,” Fyre laughed, “So, onward and upwards! It also looks like you didn’t come back alone. Do you mind telling us who the mystery man is?”

A picture appeared on one of the screens behind the pair. It was zoomed in on a specific black haired android sitting at a table at an outdoor café. He had a rather bewildered expression on his face.

“Oh him. He’s just a friend. It’s kind of a long story but this was the guy who kept me safe the entire time I was missing.”

“Now, I hope you don’t mind me asking but why is he here now?”

Spitfire sighed, “Again it’s a long story but when I did return back, I kinda left at a bad time and… uh… well took him with me when I came. Long story short I now have an android living with me.”

“Ah, well alright then. Now, I also saw that you and your team were doing a photo shoot for Aviators Monthly, correct?”

“Yup.”

“Now the next issue comes out next week but some of the photos we’ve seen of you and your team are just… wow! How exactly do you keep a figure as good as that?”

“Uh, diet and exercise obviously but uh, you know I don’t really know. I guess it’s just a gift?”

“I’ll bet.”

“Well the photo shoot was pretty fun to do,” Spitfire grinned, “I like to show that you can be military and still look good doing it.”

“Well if anyone can pull it off it’s you.”

“You got that right,” she grinned.

“So… now that you’re back, you have any relationship plans?”

“Relationship plans?”

“Let me rephrase that. Are you dating anyone? You have been single since your, dare I say, brief relationship with Score. Any reason behind that and is there anyone who’s caught your eye?”

“Well, uh, Score was just an idiot and an egotistical sadist. Last time I ever take relationship advice from Soarin’,” she laughed, “But, uh, I think the reason I haven’t dated is because, I uh, I just don’t want to put myself through that kind of thing again. Muscles are NOT everything to me… As for the last thing you asked, uh, there is one person I’m looking at… Rather not say anything beyond that.”

Fyre Ghost smiled, “Well there you have it ladies and Gentlemen. Spitfire is officially on the prowl.”

Spitfire put her head in her hands and laughed, “Oh no, don’t say that.”

“Well whoever you are mystery guy, run!”

“You’re such a jerk, Ghost,” she giggled.

“I try. Now when we come back…”

Author's Notes:

Ah! how long was I out? Ah whatever. Things I do. Been up since five, it's like 11: 30 now. I'm tired... Oh and if anyone caught the Star Trek reference then congrats. I'm too tired to give a prize out. No that's not it. I'm just cheap as fuck.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sleep_deprivation