*Another turn of the wrench…*
No one had seen it coming.
Sure, your little town had enough security set up along its borders to deal with the occasional set of troublemakers…but this? This was a full-blown assault.
*Another twist of a screw…*
The bandits came in without warning and stormed the town, and you can’t imagine why. All you know is had you not been cloistered in the confines of the workshop as usual, you probably would have been taken out, too.
*A joint locked into place…*
You remember the screaming, the outright panic, hysteria and bloodshed brought on by the attack…
*The sparking of a frame being welded…*
You recall the look of terror on the face of a mare - one of your childhood friends, as she was taken away along with some others for goddesses-only-know-what unfathomable reasons.
*A set of spark batteries coupled into place…*
And what of your uncle’s friend, that Dashite? It was his job to help protect the town - where had he gone? What did it matter anyway? All who fought back were slaughtered, and you ran.
You ran as fast as your four legs would carry you, thanking your lucky stars you got out of there with your life.
You insufferable coward.
*A piece of metal furiously hammered into shape...*
You ran till you couldn’t run anymore, stopping at the nearest suitable shelter – exhausted, weak, and self-reproachful. Fortunately for you, you wound up in an abandoned mining settlement. Where there’s mines, there’s machinery, and you knew your way around machinery – your cutie mark a testament to this.
Determined, repentant, and with plan in mind, you got to work.
Another turn of the wrench…“That should do it.”
A blue unicorn buck stood up, wiping the sweat off his brow, and took a look at his finished creation - a strange, carriage-like contraption, powered by a set of spark batteries. To some, it might have looked like just another hobby, and yes, in another situation it might have been. But to him, it was much more.
It was a means of getting them back.