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Tales of Machina - Messing with the Machines
Messing with the Machines.
“Guys…?” Blair now age six asked quietly as he crept along with his friends a worried look in his eyes. “You sure this is a good plan? What if we get caught again?”
“We’re not gonna get caught! Not if no one catches us!” Axel smirked.
“Yeah!” Sheena snickered. “Gotta be like forklift ninjas!”
Jett grinned. “Yep… After all… Maru said Blade was grounded!”
“But… Did he mean it like THAT?” Blair blinked.
“Well, someone’s gotta be sure he doesn’t get ideas.” Sheena said as she sn
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Echo and Bravo
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Skipper Riley
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Literature
Planes: Midnight Special
Summer, 1994
“Freedom!” was the cry of every young vehicle for miles around. School was out for the summer. Almost two months for a kid to do whatever he or she pleased, without any sort of routine to adhere to. Just six years old, young Dusty Crophopper wanted to jump for joy as he headed toward the runway. Flying the short distance between the town of McMullen, Minnesota and Propwash Junction, he arrived home and was soon met by his jubilant friends, Chug and Dottie. As eccentric as ever, the young fuel truck and his crop duster companion plotted their next adventure. Dottie, motherly in nature and afraid the boys would get int
Dusty Crophopper
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Piston Peak Air Attack Crew
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Literature
Planes: Bladeosaurus Rex
“Damned headwinds.” was his first thought upon realizing the flames had shifted direction. For the fourth time in three hours. This wildfire was unlike any Blade had seen. Ravenous. Uncooperative. And as always, all-consuming and hellbent on spreading everywhere. The heat was on. Time was of the essence. The winding road leading away from the campground was blocked and impassable. Vehicles were trapped. Everyone in the team worked and fought furiously to stave off the conflagration and clear a path. The flames were held back but wouldn’t stay back for long. The road was cleared. Right as the last vehicles fled, the flames consumed everything behind them. That was close. Far too close. Had the headwinds picked up again, not everyone would’ve escaped in time. Standing at the podium during the press conference regarding the most recent blaze, Blade want to drop dead. The elder AugustaWestland hadn’t closed his eyes in four days. The rest of his crew hadn’t fared any better. Willing his
Racers and Civilians
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OC and Canon Characters
225 deviations
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Piston Peak Chronicles: Bat Blade
“No. No. HECK NO.”
“Ah come on Blade just for this one time again?” Maru asked, giving his best kicked puppy look. “I promise I won’t ask again.”
Blade glared. “I did it once and it was enough, not to mention down right embarrassing.”
“It was just our way of initiatin’ you.”
Blade’s eyes narrowed. “Stealing my hat and replacing it with… THAT, was still not funny.”
“What? You wore it well, and this is the only time I’m gonna ask you to do this again.”
“No, no a thousand times NO!”
Hailey looked over, blinking in
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