Delta Headquarters, base of the Space Patrol Delta and a whole economic trade area that was very profitable if you could situate yourself there and get a clear supply line.
I myself live at that base and who am I? Sky Gear though known by many by just Sora, B Squad Trooper, returning from patrol actually.
Having just cleaned up, I checked myself in the mirror of my apartment wonder where the years have gone. A comb was picked as I used to straighten out of my dark green mane that came down a bit beyond my shoulder before flicking some of it that come down and hung over the middle of my face, my dark blue fur having been stained brown just a few minutes before while my Orange eyes scanned around my face and my apartment in a way that I only knew how. I picked up my pain underwear and put them on, knowing the discomfort that was walking around commando, before picking up a pair of blue linen pants, a sleeved shirt that was black and after putting those on I picked up and put on my belt where my many pouches were filled with useful tinkering tools and an multitool, with each being constantly traded for better version when possible. Picking my goggles from a bookcase I looked them over, the lenses absolute black from just a glance but they were see through when you put them on, customized by me to have multiple functions beyond just hiding my eyes that seemed to really startle other ponies. I pulled it over my head and let it rest on my neck before locating my brown hooded jacket on the couch, I picked it up and put my arms through the sleeves before eyeing the zipper in front before deciding against zipping it up and letting it just stay open. My wrists felt a bit empty, but I did feel two weights in the jacket’s pockets and pulled out a pair of iron bracelets that went on my wrists me eyeing the pearl on the right one and the onyx of the left one.
Feeling sufficiently clothed I picked up my badge plus pistol that was in a holster and pocketed one while attaching the other to my belt before heading out of the apartment and back to the main area within the base. I had just come back from Manehatten and during my patrolling had two encounters; first were a pair of thieves robbing someone in an alleyway which honestly made them easy to spot, before assisted with stopping a pair of ponies getting away with a bank heist, the two thieves and six robbers are most likely still behind bars in that cities’ local police station and the reasons for me to actually get changed. The first one happened quite often from what I hear around home base and I, Sky Gear was always one to listen, second one didn’t happen as often, but once a month was still quite allot even for compared to other city standards.
Then again this is Manehatten we’re talking about, high towers and tons of ponies working to the bone to just be able to pay the rent on one of the many small rooms that the workers overpay to live in, so in other words; a city of Greed.
That greed came with big distinction between the rich and those in poverty, which quickly leads it to having quite a few more thieves, robbers and general more alive underworld then even the tame Underbelly of Canterlot.
Perfect place to get blackmarket items, but beyond that it was just ponies who were trying to make a earnest living by selling goods they knew they could get, which included the best metals to create energy siphoning contraptions.
Anyway I’m digressing… and now I’m mentally talking to myself and even called myself out in third person, sweet Moon I really needed to get some friends and talk out my issues. Boss Kruger is good enough guy, just kinda a higher up that needs to take care of beings of other dimensions and the fate of their and our world, so he’s kinda busy most of the times. I wonder if it’s Cruger or Kruger? Well they sound the same so it won’t matter to him. Also there is my “Cousin” Steam Gear, not actually cousin if you haven’t see the quotation mark, but I like hanging around him and he’s good for a conversation plus working with him is quite fun.
That being said I don’t think I should do that today, my body isn’t actually all that ready to go through passionate Research and Development after all that patrolling and what will be a painfully long paperwork session, even if it’s partially automated by the terminals we get to use to fill it in. Besides, I’m sure they’ll think that I’m just hindering their progression, I mean I do from time to time do drop in when I don’t have patrol routes to go through what they made and point out what would go wrong, but those mistakes lead to data they can use. I’ll just decide when I get finished with my paperwork, minds can change in time.
I got to the offices and walked for bit along the aisles before finally finding an empty terminal I could use, scanning my badge along it, as the badge was pretty much my key and identification, unless you liked remembering codes. The terminal started up as I sat down and quickly got to see that there were two reports I needed to fill, arrest papers as well as an assist papers.
I knew that this work would stay with me even if I would walk out of the standing guard as I did, paper work and money made the world function with some sort of order and chaos. Starting to work on the each of forms I had to fill I came to the problem with me, I remembered so many details and it asked for them so I’d be taking longer than the usual pony to fill this stuff in. All for the sake of having every action documented I guess.
Four hours, four hours… FOUR HOURS!
I’ve finally finished and that’s how long I’ve been sitting on this chair doing this crap?
It’s nearly as bad as doing the taxes! Well atleast someone saw my predicament and brought me some coffee, good amount of sugar and cream that I usual take and brought in a nice mug. That was the sign of a Party Pony or someone who had one of those fancy memories that could remember everything after they seen it once, something I would love to have, but sadly I’ve just got good memory that last for a bit like pretty much every pony else.
Picking up the mug, I finished the coffee and set my terminal to shut down before moving my chair back and standing, poping most of my bones as I did which sounded out around the office where it was mostly just the noise of hands tapping on keyboards or the like.
I took to the kitchen and dropped the mug off before heading to the post room where I had the papers printed and then sent via magic to the Manehatten police bureau while an extra copy stayed inside the system and our archives.
Then I head towards the training rooms, feeling the need to get the kinks out of my body and get some feeling back in my legs that even now feel like they’re half asleep. Dodgeball sounds good, should hurt myself good enough to get me awake and make me more aware of my surroundings.
Setting my belt and jacket aside in my locker in the training rooms locker room and using a vending machine to get a pair of water bottles and set them in the locker for ease of access, before heading into the dodgeball training hall. I was alone, which was odd considering where we were. I activated the whole system through the terminal instead of the voice command that everyone usually used, I needed that breath and concentration in this dodge hell and said concentration would disappear with a word getting me out of the zone I was currently in.
I walked back to a central point before flaring my wings a bit, signalling the start of training session before closing them as the dodge balls started to shoot forth, I took a step back with my right hoof to decrease my profile allowing a dodgeball to pass where my right shoulder used to be before going into my hand-to-hand stance and charged into the fray.
Laying on her couch after a long day of training, Sky was enjoying cooling off and drinking a nice cup of iced tea. Then her Walkie-Talkie, an old communication device which was given because of the lack of actual communicators, made its connection with the other, she got up with a groan and grabbed it before shuffling to the coach and dumping herself back onto it, “Yeah?”
“Well, Hello to you too walking rumor.” On the other end was one of her friends. A Stallion Zebra named Watch Eye who was a morning Security Officer who usually kept an eye on her when she was actually goes and attempts to construct something in the morning. Before she accidently caused an explosion once and that had gotten Boss Kruger to get mad at her and she got a lecture out of him, before he assigned Watch Eye to take care of her and call the medical bay when she does something stupid again.
“Walking rumor?”
“Yeah well, I’ve been hearing about a certain glaring Thestral talking about herself the whole day.”
“... Please don’t say…”
“It was you, I would recommend not having any “mental” discussions with yourself.”
“Shut up you.” Moped Sky as she cradled herself in her couch trying to find any good way stop her stupid talking to herself when she was actually suppose to keep it in her mind.
“You are still talking to yourself~”
“MOON DAMN IT!”
It was another day for Sky Gear known to most by the name Sora, she knew she would be having this day quite a few more times.