Tales of a Brighton Phoenix

by The Stainmore Phoenix


22

The next day passed uneventfully. Everyone assumed normal duties and carried them out with no issue. The day after that, I was called down to the medical bay, where a gryphon was on a bed, bandages around his pelvic region.

“What happened?” I asked.

“He wanted a more practical test of the loco's vacuum pressure,” a nurse said.

I groaned.

“Stupid,” I muttered.

After making sure he was alright, I returned to Luna, who was looking rather bashful.

“Something up?” I asked.

“Erm....don't take this the wrong way,” she said. “But....I found somepony better.”

I raised a brow.

“Who?” I asked.

“Summer set,” She said, trying to pronounce it as it sounded.

“Wait, your in love with him?” I asked.

“Well, he's way to cute when confused and even blushes in a cute way,” she giggled.

Well, how do I like them pies? Outed because she found a Changeling cuter than me. I'm not that broken, as things may look up.

“Hope your not angry,” she said.

“Nope,” I replied. “It's good you found someone better.”

She smiled softly.

“I'm grateful for your help,” she said.

I agreed and walked out, sensing a pair of eyes watching me closely. Once far enough away, I wheeled around to see a gold streak coming at me. I rolled and caught her in my hooves.

“Gee, spying on me?” I asked.

“Yes,” Came the reply.

I managed to get a better look at the pony. A pegasus with a familiar coat. I had to raise a brow as the cutie mark came into view.

“Really, Blaze?” I asked.

“What can I say?” she quizzed.

“You can explain how a Lieutenant in the Wonderbolts is running around like a high schooler who's desperate for some,” I demanded. “That behavior isn't becoming of a Wonderbolt.”

“Simple, I find you attractive,” she replied.

I raised a brow. I'm no chick magnet. I have to basically beg, plea and wave money at my date just to go to a movie. Now I'm getting a Wonderbolt to chase me. I sighed.

“Look, I would go out with you, but Spitfire's here and she has daggers right now,” I said.

Blaze turned and jumped 9000 feet high. (No memes for the readers).

“I will see you in my office Blaze,” she hissed. “As for you, stay away from my team.”

I nodded. Just then, Echo walked up and struck Spitfire. Something I thought out of character, until...

“Curb your ego,” Echo snarled. “You demand everything of them and they have to leave their true personality at the door. Maybe you need a wake up call and a severe one. If I were you, I'd listen to a song right now and one from the human world called “Wolf In Sheep's Clothing” by the band called “Set It Up”. It has all the words I want to say to you, but don't. If Blaze loves him, fine, let them get married and make more Wonderbolts. If that doesn't suit your fancy, I'm sure the Railways here and even the Railways in the human world would love their hard work ethics.”

“You don't intimidate me!” Spitfire snapped.

“I don't, true,” Echo said. “But I'm sure a few Kings would have more than a few words for you.”

Echo walked back to us as Spitfire began making threats. I sighed.

“I should have stayed at Perranwell,” I grumbled.

“Take no notice,” soothed a voice.

I turned to see Sombra standing there. I went to bow, but was stopped.

“I was visiting and heard the argument,” he said. “It's better to do what you want.”

I thanked him and Blaze joined me while Sombra went to have words with Spitfire, who had no shortage of calling him fool no more than 965 times in the span of ten minutes. We never saw the punishment, but from what Soarin told us some days later, Sombra put her on a probation list and had three guards of his watch her.

Of course, Echo got into deep trouble to. Granted she was in the right for smacking Spitfire, she should have restrained that tendency and walked away. Her punishment was to do janitorial work around the castle for a week.

As for me and Blaze, we were able to hit it off and managed to have a happy date. However, I shan't spoil anymore here, otherwise I'll ruin what's to come.