"Whatever." Stormer said, setting down some boxes. "Listen, I like it on earth." Spades said, setting down more boxes. "Just sayin' it isn't natural for a pegasus to live on the ground alone." Stormer continued. "Says the pegasus who was BORN on the ground." Spades said, putting her hooves on her hips. "Guns, Ammo, Fuck, you are armed to the teeth." Spades said, opening a box. "Yeah, I Sort of work a demanding job. I sort of inherited it." Stormer said scratching the back of his head. "How many knives you have on you?" Spades said, staring intently. "Erm.... Several." Stormer replied. Spades started laughing but stopped when Stormer set seven knives on the counter.
"Alright, you will sleep on the couch. Only one bedroom." Spades said, pointing to a couch in the front room. Stormer draped his cloak on the couch and went to the kitchen. "So how long have you been a WonderBolt?" Stormer asked, eating a grass sandwich. "About ten years, you?" Spades responded. "Since last night." Stormer said, then took a bite of his sandwich. Night soon fell upon the house on the ground below Cloudsdale. Stormer awoke from his nap and retrieved his cloak. He grabbed a Rifle, two knives and left.
"Fuck you!" a GreyCloak spat, pistol drawn. Stormer waltzed forward, ignoring the warnings. The GreyCloak was too scared to aim correctly. He wasted an entire clip in haste, before he had finished reloading Stormer was looming in front of him. He drew his dagger and plunged it in the GreyCloak's skull. Blood Gushed out of the wound, staining his cloak.
"Ugh, I'm a roomate, not a maid!" Spades said, washing Stormer's cloak. "How does one stab make this happen?" she asked again. "Just does, just does." Stormer replied, sprawled out on the couch. His haunches cringed when they fell upon his dagger on the couch. "Son of a bitch!" he said, wings rocketing him up. "Note to self; carry less knives." he said to himself, removing the knife from the couch. "Ugh what now?" Spades asked setting down his cloak. "One of my kniives was on the couch." Stormer said, rubbing his wound. "Just shut up you big fillie. Here's your cloak." Spades said, tossing him his cloak, all wadded up. "Don't even put that on." she said, as she picked up his new uniform and tossed it to him. "What about the goggles?" Stormer asked, already putting on the suit. "Oh yeah, here." she said, tossing him a pair of blue tinted goggles. He didn't have time to react, so instead of catching it, the hit him in the head. "Okay, I get the hint, Just I don't think a cleaning store will remove a bloodstain." Stormer said, Rubbing the area of impact.
"You get the picture, just do it." Soarin said to Rainbow Dash as she was trying some new moves out. "Get up. You don't get payed to sleep." He said, shaking Stormer, who was in turn sleeping on a bench. "Huh, I get payed?" He asked, lifting his muzzle from the bench. "Not if you just sleep." Spitfire chimed in, dragging something in a bag along. "Yeah sorry, long night." Stormer said, his wings lifting himself from the bench. "On your first night, Damn you're good." Soarin said, playfully shoving Stormer. "Not like that, Just a long night." Stormer said, understanding what Soarin had implied. "Whatever you say, Whatever you say." Soarin said, flying off to go help Spitfire. He said something to her, just out of Stormers earshot, and she stopped lugging the bag and laughed. "On his first night?" She asked, extremely loud. "Damn it Soarin!" Stormer said, flying after him. Soarin saw Stormer headed towards him and lifted of the ground with speed. Stormer chased Soarin for what seemed like hours. When they landed, Spades and Spitfire were talking, while Rainbow was sleeping on the bench that Stormer had been. "Aww come on, I called that bench." Stormer said, trotting up to the bench. "You wake her up, It's almost Showtime. No time for sleep." Spades said, pointing to Soarin.