Spitfire curses under her breath, opening yet another drawer of her desk for what feels like the hundredth time but is likely closer to the fifth, still unable to find the thrice-damned aspirin.
At first only a nagging tension headache, she adds Squad Twelve to her inventive invectives for making the rhythmic pounding in her skull worse. She’d gotten a report not a half hour past about a fight breaking out between Squad Twelve’s Commander Sunshower and Squad Six’s Clear Sky. That had incurred paperwork, because she did not expect Captain Moonbow to do it, and Captain Riptide had already hooved hers over as soon as she had been able to.
She has just finished with Riptide’s paperwork when she hears hooves marching up towards her door. Sighing, she puts the paperwork aside and does her best to not look like she’s swallowed something sour. Failing, she settles with not glaring too sternly.
That all changes as the door to her office opens quickly, actually hitting the wall with a loud bang that causes Spitfire to grind her teeth, and the very object of her annoyance marches into her office. For a moment it doesn’t really register that they’re actually marching, then Moonbow comes through the door and glares at her squad.
“You two,” Moonbow growls as she points to the couch. “Couch. NOW.” Azure and Bear instantly move off to the couch, their ears pinned against their skulls and eyes downcast. “And you,” Moonbow snarls, rounding on her brother. “Stand right there. And if you move a bucking inch, Celestia herself won’t be able to protect you from my wrath!” Yelping, Sunshower moves over to stand in front of Spitfire’s desk, snapping to attention as he offers a salute to the lead captain.
“Moonbow,” Spitfire glares. “What’s the meaning of this?”
“I used up all my citation paper, ma’am,” Moonbow offers in a professional voice as she goes to one of Spitfire’s filing cabinets and opens it. “And this saves me time, I can fill all the paperwork out here and give it to you while explain just how much of an idiot my brother is.”
“If this a continuation of the practical joke you played on squa-” Spitfire starts, but is quickly cut off by Sunny.
“It wasn’t a joke…” Sunny mutters, rubbing a shoulder.
“Did you just cut off a superior officer,” Moonbow says softly, the tone causing Spitfire to shiver slightly. “DID YOU REALLY JUST DO THAT!?” She pulls the forms she has been hunting out of the drawer, turns around, and slams it hard before storming over and putting the forms on the desk and rounding on her brother. “You are on the thinnest of ice right now, so shut your muzzle or I am getting the tape out. AM. I. CLEAR?”
“Ma’am, yes ma’am!” Sunny answers automatically.
“Good,” Moonbow snorts before turning to Spitfire and saluting. “Ma’am, we’ve come to turn in paperwork in relation to the unauthorized sparring match that broke out between my brother and Lieutenant Clear Sky earlier today.”
Blinking slowly, Spitfire nods, her mind barely able to comprehend Moonbow being serious through the headache. “I just finished reviewing the paperwork Captain Riptide submitted.”
“All the same, ma’am, I am required by the code of conduct to submit my own,” Moonbow states coldly. “As such, I am formally submitting form C, Section-Twelve, for misconduct with the intent to cause bodily harm to another Wonderbolt,” she pauses and scoots the indicated form forward, already filled out, “and form F, Section-Three, for bodily harm done to a fellow Wonderbolt with malicious intent.” She slides the other form forward, her face deadpan.
“Yes…” Spitfire says slowly, her head throbbing heavily, and not just from the original headache. “These forms look to be… in order.”
“Of course they are, ma’am,” Moonbow answers. “Now, there is the matter of punishment for my wayward Commander.”
“I’ll get back to you on that,” Spitfire states calmly, doing her best to not grind her teeth. “Once I read your report and the forms…”
“Very well, permission to be dismissed?” Moonbow asks curtly, aiming a glare at her brother.
“Granted,” Spitfire says, watching as the entire squad snaps salutes and Moonbow marches them back out of the office, closing the door behind her.
Left alone again in her office, Spitfire lets loose a string of curses that would make even Silver applaud her creativity, and rips open another drawer in her desk to find the aspirin.