The Lounge

I was curious about the letter, but stayed silent.

She shoved it to him and awlked away, her tail swishing behind her.

the letter read:

Blaze,

Thats great! Please give her my regards and i have wonderful news. Gavina is having another child. Please write back soon.

Forever and Always,
Clover

I smiled, "Gav's having another child? Awesome.." I gently took the note from Friction, grinning. I then showed it to Blaze, "Well, that's suprising. I'm happy for 'em."

"Yep."

I sighed contently and put the note on the table, myy book still in my lap. I smiled and had to pick it up.

I sighed and laid back a bit.

I looked over at Carson and grinned. He was dominating the competition.

I smiled and got up, as nobody was playing Carson. So I played him. It was back and forth, absolutley scoreless.

I was slightly surprised, but I really had no idea who to root for. I just watched and smiled, grinned, laughed at some points.

It ended up a tie, two to two. Carson was challenged repeatedly after that, as I had barely been able to hold my own.

I went up to Blaze and patted his back, "You did fine."

"Thanks, Sparky." I said, slightly enbarrassed by the near loss.

"Welcome." I said, propping back down ont he seat nad reading a famous classic by someone named Charles Dickens.

"Oliver Twist." I said, puzzled, reading the title of the book.

NRR: I've read that irl. Along with White Fang, War of the Worlds, Call of the Wild, Mutiny Aboard the HMS Bounty, Treasure Island, and Robin Hood among others.

I shrugged, "It's a classic. Odd title, good book."

"Huh." I said with a shrug. "Very odd title."

"You should at least read the first couple pages; they hook you."

"I might." I said, closing my eyes briefly. For some reason I didn't want to admit I probably would.

I jsut sighed and kept reading the book, my eyes locked on the words. I could overhear some impatient coyotes whisper to one another, "Eh, what're we doin' 'ere if we ain't fightin' those pesky felines? I think we should 'ttack while we can.." "Yeah.. it doen't make no sense, eh..?"

I whipped around to the coyotes. "You don't know much about war. That's why there are people higher in rank than you."

"Hmh." The two snorted and walked away, disgrunted.

"There's not an endless supply of soldiers and weapons..." I sighed, wondering how long it would take to construct a new fleet of weapons. Gears ran up to me. "Blaze! Blaze! Got a new invention!" He showed me a picture of a jet. "This baby can fly supersonic with bombs, missles, and a vulcan gun! Each has its own codename. Only the canines with the best reflexes can fly them. You and that canine, Carson, are two of the pilots." He said excitedly, pinting to Carson. "Yours is the Rouge Hawk, his is the Rouge Shadow." "Any particular reason they both begin with 'Rouge?'" "He's on your fighter squadron." "Huh." "You are with Torch, in the Rouge Flame, Gamma, in the Rouge Blade, Friction, in the Rouge Knight," (gasp!) "And Sparky, in the Rouge Phoenix." (double gasp!) He looked past me at Sparky. "I guess you've heard your new occupation?"

I nodded calmly, finally setting down the finished book, "Yes, Gears, I have. Pilot of the Rogue Pheonix in the Rogue Squadron, if not mistaken? I'm glad to be on the job." I stuck out my paw politely for him to shake, getting up and bowing slightly.

He shook her paw and nodded. "That is correct. Come on, you should know the controls of your jets." Gamma and Torch were nearby, so they tagged along. The group went out to the tank area to see the jets.

I followed behind, math and science cauculations of a jet's engines, controls stability and speed flowing throuh my mind. I learned all that I have of them and pushed it to the base of my thinking.