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vaishalirapower · 1 year ago

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metalstitchinglocking · 2 years ago

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rebabbitting · 2 years ago

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joezworld · 7 months ago

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Christmas Story

December 3 - A few days later

The class 37 sniffed dismissively as Bear collected the train from him at Barrow. “Dunno why you need ta take this lot, I’s be good ‘nuff for ta job.”

Behind Bear, the trucks immediately began grumbling.

“Good enough for what? A demolition derby?”

“He’s a brute!”

“We want a real engine! Not some bulldozer with bogies!”

“Oh, now he thinks he’s going to do a good job?”

“I feel like he broke something. I pity his next train!”

Both engines sighed deeply, and the 37 looked relieved. “Actually, I think the rotters are your problem now - take ‘em to someplace where they might be needed, like the scrapheap! Ha!”

He laughed heartily, only stopping when he realized Bear wasn’t laughing along with him. “What?”

“I don’t get the joke.”

“You- what?” The engine looked at him. “They’s trucks mate.”

“And?”

“They’s difficult. Jus’ make sure to biff ‘em around a bit.”

“Why? That won’t make them stop.”

Bear continued to look like he had no idea what the other diesel was talking about, and the 37 rolled his eyes. “Yannow what? Fine. Keep em’, I don’ care.” And with that, he growled off to the fuel pumps, muttering under his breath about “soft engines that deserved to be withdrawn.”

The trucks sighed once the other engine had gone away, and Bear found that they gave him no trouble as he left the yard.

“He was terrible!” One of them shouted as they crossed the bridge onto Sodor proper.

“Awful!” chimed in another.

“A right menace!” called a third.

“We’re glad to be on the island again,” a fourth said. “At least you lot aren’t trying to hurt us!”

“That bad?” Bear asked with a raised eyebrow, mentally making a note of the engine’s number.

“Worse!” chorused several voices, and The Many Detailed Accounts Of The Awful Class 37 continued all the way to Crovan’s Gate. There, he left most of the train in the goods siding, and went into the works yard to drop off a few trucks, and collect the rest of his train.

He was expecting to find a few freshly-overhauled trucks, and maybe a coach going back to the big station, so it was a surprise to be sent down a line that led to the work’s small engine shed.

Where am I going? He thought to himself. Looking towards the main shops building revealed that the same set of green-painted wheels were still propped up against a wall, just like the last time he’d checked them - so it wasn’t the engine he knew was there…

Further confusing the issue was a crowd of people around the turntable - the Fat Controller and his son being among them. “Sir?” he called, unsure of what was going on. “Am I in the wrong place?”

The Fat Controller turned around, not having heard him arrive. “Ah, Bear, exactly the engine I was looking for.” He turned to the other men, most of whom were wearing tweed suits with elbow patches. “As my son was saying, we certainly have enough Western Region equipment to hand! In fact, I dare say that we have more GWR equipment than you do!”

One of the men, who was wearing less tweed than the rest, smiled slightly. “If this all goes well you most definitely will, Charles.”

The other men chuckled to themselves, while Bear looked on in confusion. “Sir? Am I taking an engine with me?”

The Fat Controller’s son, Stephen - who would soon become the new Fat Controller - stepped forward. “Yes, indeed you are. As you may have noticed, the increase in traffic has left the Little Western wanting another engine, and while you have served admirably,” He waved a hand around the facilities. “You are often called away for other duties. So, with that in mind, we’ve managed to temporarily source another engine. If he does well, he will be working the line full-time with Duck and Oliver.”

“Does that mean I’m to be replaced by a steam engine, sir?” Bear asked, suddenly struck by a burst of mirth at the situation.

The rest of the men laughed much louder than they had before, and the Fat Controller smiled. “Yes, as a matter of fact, you are.” He said jovially.

Presently, a steam whistle sounded from inside the shed, and dark green tender emerged from inside one of the bays, wreathed in a cloud of steam.

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Arlesburgh

"You'd think the Queen was coming…" Rex murmured to nobody in particular.

"Nah," Bert replied. "He'd be calmer if she was."

The small engines watched the chaos of the standard gauge engines:

Duck was barking orders at workmen like an engine possessed. Everything in sight of the pannier tank engine (including himself) had been cleaned or polished to an almost mirror finish, and it looked like he was on the verge of critiquing the wardrobes of passersby.

Someone had produced a roll of bunting, and despite its “ruddy anemic flag count”, it was being strung along the handrails of the pedestrian overbridge.

Across the yard, Oliver and the coaches were red with embarrassment, and looked anywhere but in their friend’s direction as the workmen crawled over them with rags and polish.

At the coaling stage, a grime-coated Donald glared daggers at several members of staff who were wielding a hose and brushes in a vaguely threatening manner.

“What are they doing?” Mike asked, watching as Donald’s driver aimed the in-cab hose at the cleaners in retaliation.

“Search me.” Bert replied. “Duck’s got some bee up his bonnet and is making it everyone else’s problem. Dunno why though.”

“Something about Cornwall, I think he said.” Rex put in.

“Cornwall?”

“I think. He definitely mentioned Truro.”

“Why would they be spiffing up the place for a city? And why Truro?”

A moment passed.

The three small engines blinked in unison. “Oh no…”

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The train swept into the station with far more fanfare than it usually would have. City of Truro took one look at the celebratory atmosphere and sighed good-naturedly. “It would seem that I was anticipated.”

Bear rolled his eyes at the spectacle and its hasty decorations. A limp bit of bunting drooped from the pedestrian bridge, bobbing up and down in the heat from his exhaust. “You’re lucky we were quick. I think they’d have gotten the brass band in another hour.”

“Hmm.” Truro murmured. The steam engine had been quiet almost the entire journey, quite opposite to the numerous stories that the other engines had told from his previous visit.

Bear rolled his eyes. This entire journey had been an exercise in being ignored, and at this point he was used to it. Truro, either through tiredness or some late-onset pompousness, had scarcely said one word to him the entire journey, while every engine, coach, and quite a lot of the passengers they’d come across had needed to recover their composure after seeing that City of Truro was coupled behind Bear, at which point they immediately began directing all comments to Truro, and none to Bear. Truro had of course gone from quiet to chatty like flipping a switch, which left the diesel feeling rather put out, even if he couldn’t quite articulate why.

His only real comfort was that Gordon or James probably would have imploded by now, the glory hounds.

There was a half-strangled peep from the yards, and he could see Duck looking as though he’d just witnessed the reincarnation of Christ. Ah, wonderful. He thought to himself. More well wishers for engines not named Bear.

About the only thing stopping Duck from making a beeline for the train (aside from his driver) was the signal leading out of the yard, which was set for Donald’s stone train to leave.

The steam engine did so, slowly, deliberately clanking his way through the station at a snail’s pace, drawing comments from Duck that somehow were both rapturous and ire-laden at the same time.

“I’d be gettin’ while ye still can.” Donald whispered as he crawled through the station. “Lest you have to participate in this muckle circus too!”

“You might be right…” Bear trailed off thoughtfully as his driver uncoupled him from Truro. Keeping in character, the “Greatest of all Westerners” didn’t say a word as the links were disconnected, and Bear let his crew drive him into the yard and out of sight, feeling like he was also very much ‘out of mind’.

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Unfortunately, things did not get any better after that.

Bear wasn’t party to the discussion, (being ignored again, perhaps?) but apparently some men from London had insisted that Truro - a “foreign engine, of unknown mechanical provenance” - required a support engine at all times, in case he were to fail while on a journey.

Duck had been nearly apoplectic on Truro’s behalf, but the big engine was equally furious. The two of them made such a racket that Bear managed to stay informed on the situation despite being in a different shed, and so he was not surprised when an inspector woke him up in the morning and told him to ride on the tail of Truro’s first commuter train.

The morning passed in the now usual manner of Truro not even acknowledging that there was another engine on the train, but somehow managing to find the energy to chat with seemingly everyone else.

Bear was beginning to feel well and truly slighted, and mentioned it to his driver as they pulled out of Haultraugh.

“To be honest,” his driver said carefully. “He’s probably an introvert.”

“A what?”

“Introvert. It means that he doesn’t like talking to people much, or being in groups.”

Bear made a noise.

“No, hear me out.” The driver rolled his eyes. “He probably doesn’t like it, but he’s famous enough that he’s got to talk to everyone so he doesn’t come off as a right bellend by not saying anything to them.”

“So he can act like that to me?”

“Have you shown one bit of interest in him as a famous engine?”

“… When you put it that way, no.”

“There you go, then. You haven’t tried being a screaming fan like Duck, so he thinks you’re not interested.” He paused for a moment, thinking something over. “Heck, he’s probably grateful for the peace and quiet, ha!”

With that, Bear felt a bit better about the whole situation. Maybe Truro was just shy, and nobody ever let him have a moment to himself. Maybe, he was just over-reacting. It was the early days of the Christmas rush, after all. Everyone was already busy, so Truro probably had a lot on his mind.

With that matter settled, Bear paid it no mind, and the rest of the morning went very well indeed.

Then came noontime.

The mid-day trains were always more crowded than the morning ones, as shoppers flocked to the stores and markets of the big city. Additionally, news of Truro’s arrival had spread by word of mouth, and more than a few people boarded the train just to say that they had rode behind a “famous engine.”

This meant that the train soon gained not one extra coach, but two, now stretching out to five carriages, plus two engines. It was a long and heavy train, and Bear soon found that he was having to help push, especially on the uphill section between Haultraugh and Arlesburgh West.

This seemed to cause some amount of upset to Truro, whose chuffing got rougher and crosser sounding as they went along the line - although if he was actually upset, he didn’t say it loud enough for Bear to hear.

Oh, Bear thought to himself. I hope he’s not berating himself for getting old or anything. It’s really not his fault; These new coaches just aren’t as light as the ones from his day.

This continued as they went up and down the line, until eventually, a huge lump of flaming cinders shot out of Truro’s funnel and splashed into a pond along the lineside!

“I hope that was only bad coal…” Bear said as the smoke from the clinker dissipated in the wind. “Otherwise there’s something wrong with Truro.”

He wasn’t the only one who thought that, and at Haultraugh, Truro’s driver stopped the train and began looking the engine over thoroughly. Engine and driver seemed to exchange some harsh words, but they were quiet, and nothing made it down the train.

“Um, excuse me, Bear?” A voice said from alongside him. It was Isobel, one of Oliver’s autocoaches. “But we need to keep to schedule. Are you going to move?”

“Ah…” Bear suddenly realized the situation he was in:

With three coaches, he and Truro could very easily fit within the confines of Haultraugh station’s platform.

With four coaches, each engine would overhang the edges of the platform slightly, but it shouldn't cause an issue for passing trains.

But with five, the coaches barely fit within the length of the platform, and both engines were well beyond the edge. In fact, they stuck out so far that they were fouling the points controlling the single track line at either end of the station. This meant that Oliver and his train were effectively trapped inside the station until Bear and Truro left.

And considering how closely Truro’s driver was looking him over, that might take some time…

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The Fat Controller met the train at the big station. “I will admit, this was not a problem I anticipated.” He began. “But there will be a solution by tomorrow, I assure you.”

“Sir,” a voice began, and it took Bear a long moment to realize that it was Truro - he’d almost forgotten what the engine sounded like. “Could the solution possibly be that I handle this by myself?”

“Unfortunately no,” the Fat Controller said gently. “While nothing that’s happened today is in any way your fault, Truro, it did have the unfortunate effect of proving, ahem, certain people, right. For the moment, you will have to run with another engine, and seeing as how Duck and Oliver are the only engines on the branch who can run with auto-coaches, Bear will have to remain with you.”

Bear couldn’t see, but Truro must have made some kind of face, because then: “And if Bear were to… become unavailable, I would have to substitute in whomever is available, like Delta, or Wendell.”

Bear rolled his eyes. Wendell and Delta were both significantly longer and heavier than he was, and he wasn’t sure if he should be flattered or insulted that this was being used as an incitement to behave.

That night, the evening rush was calm enough that the train was able to go to four coaches, and there were no more issues at Haultraugh, although Bear did notice some inspectors measuring various parts of the station’s infrastructure as night fell.

Truro continued staying mum, and while it did seem like he was just “an introvert”, something still niggled at the back of Bear’s mind.

Whatever it was, it stayed there all night, and while Truro joked and laughed with Oliver and Duck well into the early morning, it took Bear a long time to fall asleep.

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The next morning, the Fat Controller’s “solution” was simply to put Bear and Truro at the same end of the train. Neither engine seemed to understand how this was any better, but the inspectors assured them.

“It means we know which end of the train we can dangle off the platform,” said one. “You’re not carrying any passengers.”

“If we time it right, there won’t be any delays.” Said another. “We can have oncoming trains come in a minute earlier or later so the long end doesn’t block them.”

“We’re doing this so that we don’t have to de-board only the first few carriages.” Said a third. “While still making sure that we have one end of the loop open.”

“This is called a saw-by maneuver.” Said a fourth “We’ll just have to be careful not to schedule any other long trains, lest we have to do a double!”

To put it bluntly, the engines did not understand the men’s reasoning, but indeed, when they reached Haultraugh with their five coach train, Duck was able to depart easily while they waited at the platform.

“Well,” said Truro to no-one in particular. “I suppose they were right.”

“I worry what would happen if we run against a goods train, though.” Bear said, trying to remember how long the stone trains got.

“Must you bring such negative twaddle into this?” Truro snapped. “The last thing we need to hear is things such as that from you.”

Bear was speechless, and when the signal dropped a moment later, he was roughly jerked into motion by Truro setting off as quickly as he could.

They arrived at the big station without another word being spoken. As the passengers streamed out, Truro was uncoupled from Bear, and rolled off to the coaling stage. Bear, having a quite large diesel tank, wouldn’t need fuel for a while, and was timetabled to run the next train to Arlesburgh and back by himself.

This duty (and its sudden lack of City of Truro) pleased him greatly, and he was practically in a good mood as he rolled into Haultraugh.

“Mummy, where’s the steam engine?” a little boy on the platform asked, loudly, and Bear’s face fell so quickly that it could have qualified for a speed record of its own.

To make matters worse, Bear hadn’t even pulled into the station yet, and so multiple people on the platform saw this happen.

And felt sorry for him.

Bear knew that they felt sorry for him because they came up to him and told him so.

And then the opposing train was late, which meant that other people, including the child’s mother, thought that he had been so greatly offended that he wasn’t going to leave with the train until they said they were sorry.

So they came and apologized to him as well.

“I really am sorry,” Said the mother, after her son had apologized in a way that implied he had no idea that he’d caused offence. “He’s just really excited by-”

“Steam train!” The little boy shouted, as Duck’s train appeared around the bend.

“Steam trains.” The mother finished, lamely.

The boy was beside himself as Duck arrived, but his excitement quickly waned as he realized that it wasn’t the “right steam train.” Which of course meant Truro.

“Oh don’t worry,” Duck said, as the woman gave up on not causing offence, and instead carried her child into the nearest coach. “Everyone has got a favorite.”

“I can tell.” Bear just about kept a tone from his voice, which immediately proved to be the wrong decision, as it encouraged Duck to keep talking.

“I mean, we can’t all be the City of Truro, right?” Duck was pushing his coaches from the back, and looked round to see where his favorite-est engine in the whole wide world was. “Where is he, by the way? He at the other end?”

“He needed coal.” Bear was almost surly, not that Duck noticed.

“Oh! So he’s at the big shed, is he?” Duck looked thrilled.

“Yes. Perhaps you can run with him for a bit.”

Duck’s eyes lit up just as the signal dropped, and Bear left in a hurry, before he could say anything unkind.

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The Big Station

“Do I even want to know?” Stephen asked, looking out of the office windows. There was a crew of men assembling a stage right next to the ticket windows.

“Blame your sister.” Was all his father said, proving that he had something to do with this.

“Bridget lives and works in London. How could she have anything to do with this?”

“Bridget,” His father was really trying to pretend like this wasn’t his idea. “Has made many friends in London. Friends in embassies, foreign countries, various charities and businesses… the list truly goes on.”

“And?”

“And,” Oh stop being so coy you infuriating old man. “Some of those people represent organizations that could bring money to the island.”

“Did you involve the tourism council in this?” He involved the island’s tourism council in this.

“I did.” Oh joy, he admitted it, which means he has another scheme brewing underneath this plan.

“Which means…?”

“Don’t you want to figure it out for yourself?”

“No. No I don’t. I cannot think of anything I’d rather do less.”

“Anything? What about a root canal?”

“They have anesthetic, and talking to you is like extracting teeth. Please don’t make every little detail into a teaching moment, I beg you.”

The twinkle was still there, and Stephen had a brief moment of horror at the idea that someday he would be doing that.

“Well, if you insist,” His father went on. “The Island Council has been trying to attract foreign investment, and it would seem that they have been having some luck with it, although even I don’t know the full specifics.”

“Dad, is that stage going to be for some American huckster to hawk timeshares-”

“No, no, nothing of the sort!” Charles placated. “The stage is there for musical appearances.”

“What?”

“It’s a hearts and minds campaign. Advertising! But on a much more… subdued and charismatic scale. There won’t be any products, or grandstanding, just soothing Christmas music from around the world.”

Stephen could now (mostly) wrap his head around the idea, and approved of it (for now), but he could still feel one or two shoes getting ready to drop. “And who is going to sing this? The church choir? They can’t get through Good King Wenceslas without drifting several octaves.”

“Oh, good heavens no! That’s where your sister has come in; She knows a good number of foreign relations organizations who help organize things like this. They’ve lined up several bands with the help of their respective embassies.”

Aha, here is the bit that will give him a migraine. “So you’re telling me that we’re going to have a rotating bunch of… well it sounds crass to say it like this, but, foreigners, standing on the station platform, bellowing Christmas songs at our passengers for the next week?”

His father smiled, which was usually a bad sign. “A week? Oh no Stephen, they’re going to be here all month!”

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Later, Bear rumbled back into the big station. It had been a veritable cavalcade of small delays that meant he got later and later the further along he got. By the time he arrived, it was almost time to leave on the return journey, and he’d spent so much time idling in stations that his fuel tanks were almost empty.

Fortunately, the station staff had prepared for this, and he was uncoupled from the train as soon as he arrived. He expected to be pulled out to the sheds, but his driver instead dashed away, mumbling something about the toilets. His second man rolled his eyes, and retired to the station pub for a cup of tea. Now left alone, Bear was very surprised to see BoCo of all engines roll past him with a quiet honk.

Less surprising was the irritated hiss of steam from Truro, who was behind BoCo and facing the wrong direction.

In just a few short minutes the two engines were coupled to the train, and once the passengers boarded it was off, disappearing into the distance and leaving the station quiet.

Or, rather it would have been quiet, if there hadn’t been a number of people tuning instruments next to a bandstand that definitely hadn’t been there an hour ago.

“Who are you people?” He asked, more than slightly confused. There were at least a dozen of them, somehow.

One of them, who had just finished pinning up a large… American flag? behind him perked up and did a melodramatic bow. “We’re the band!”

“Band for… what, exactly?”

“Christmas music!” He exclaimed, just as someone else finished writing on a large signboard. It read:

TOMMY GERMAN & THE DANKE SCHON-DELLS

PRESENT

AMERICA’S CHRISTMAS HITS

(sponsored by the US Embassy, London)

This made… well it made no sense, actually, but Bear had no idea of what to do other than to say “Alright.” in as neutral a tone as he could, and wait for his driver to return from the toilets. After it was clear that they didn’t have a receptive audience, the band continued turning their instruments (and goodness there were a lot of them), before deciding “Do we want to rehearse any?”

They did, and soon a woman was stood in front of a microphone, while everyone else picked up instruments that seemed like they’d be of more use to a marching band.

Bear suddenly had a very bad feeling in the pit of his fuel tanks. I don’t think this is going to be I Saw Three Ships…

A very loud trumpet chorus reverberated through the station, followed by a much deeper instrument.

Then…

I want a hippopotamus for Christmas

Only a hippopotamus will do…

“what?”

#ttte #sodor #sodor shenangians #fic #christmas story

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weirdowithaquill · 9 months ago

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Traintober 2024: Day 16 - Golden

Oh, How Rebecca Loved the Sun...

In a siding, tucked behind a long line of trucks awaiting transport to the works for repairs, sat a West Country class. Her name was Rebecca, and she was patiently awaiting her crew. Golden rays of sun shone down on her, warming her boiler through and leaving her comfortable and just a little sleepy.

“Morning, Rebecca,” called her driver, striding over from the sheds. “I see they left you out in the sun again, eh? You always were fond of the sun.” “It just feels so nice, driver,” chuckled Rebecca. “Surely you understand?” Her driver just nodded in agreement, already starting his checks. As soon as he was out of sight though, he grimaced.

Rebecca was a delightful engine to work with – but she was naïve and oblivious to the extreme. All around her, steam engines had been withdrawn and replaced by diesels and electrics – she herself had been moved from Exmouth Junction just before all her classmates there were unceremoniously pulled from service and dragged away to be cut up. And yet somehow Rebecca didn’t realise. She barely noticed as the number of steam engines around her grew smaller and smaller with each passing year, long time friends vanishing while she was out on an express run.

“They’re just being useful elsewhere!” Rebecca would say when her driver tentatively asked what had happened to them, hoping one day Rebecca would wise up to the truth of the situation and admit they’d been scrapped. And every time Rebecca replied that her old friends – many of whom she’d known since she was built – had simply been transferred, her driver caved and agreed that he’d heard that too.

What was he supposed to say to his engine? This living sunflower of a locomotive who only seemed to see the best in everything, even as she became run down due to a lack of maintenance.

“Come on Rebecca, we’ve got a train to pull,” her driver said kindly, and swung up into her cab. He could only hope to keep protecting her for as long as possible. At least until she either figured it out on her own or he was unable to hide it any longer. And much to his displeasure, he didn’t think either of those options had a very long lifespan left in them.

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Rebecca’s driver clung to the letter, scrunching it up in his hands. His engine had been sold off.

“I thought I’d get longer,” he sighed, letting the letter fall to the floor as every fibre of his body seemed to sag in sadness. His golden girl was being preserved, sure – but not on the railway. She would likely not run again, not where she was going.

“Morning Rebecca!” he chirped, trying to put on a brave face. The West Country Class opened a sleepy eye, gazing down at her driver even as she hummed at the warmth of the beams of sunlight gently warming her boiler. “I have exciting news for you!” “Oh? What is it driver?” asked Rebecca curiously, gazing down at him with bright eyes. Looking closer, the deep, also black of the pupils was flecked with hints of golden, her eyes an almost warm brown in the sun.

“You’ve been sold,” her driver said as gently as he could. “You’re going to get a full overhaul and a special coat of paint next week, and then you’ll be going to your new home!” He tried to smile, but it felt weak in front of his engine. Rebecca just stared at her driver in confusion.

“Who bought me?” she asked. “S. J. Edwards’,” replied her driver. Rebecca frowned; had she been a puppy, she’d have tilted her head to the side in confusion. Her driver felt a bit like he was telling a golden retriever he was ‘selling it to a farm in Scotland’.

“Isn’t that the toy company?” quizzed Rebecca. “I didn’t know they needed an engine.” “Neither did I, Rebecca,” replied her driver. “But that’s who bought you.” Rebecca seemed… apprehensive about the revelation that she was being sold on, but still went about her regular duties with her usual cheerful mood.

“Maybe I’m going to pull special trains of toys for children,” she thought to herself out loud. Her driver winced in her cab, but said nothing. He would just have to let her dream for a little while longer.

The days passed rapidly, far too rapidly. The sun kept up its shining for once, giving Rebecca plenty of time out in its golden rays. To her driver, it was almost as if the heavens above were giving Rebecca her swansong. She was certainly getting the most out of the good weather, spending all her time out soaking up the sunshine in between trains. In the sheds, the other engines spoke in hushed tones about the odd West Country Class who just seemed oblivious to everything, though her driver did everything he could to keep Rebecca from hearing the whispers.

It was not enough. It was never enough.

Rebecca was sent to Eastleigh Works for the repairs. She was to get a full overhaul to prepare her for her new life – one of the last major overhauls of a steam engine the works would ever undertake, and also Rebecca’s first true taste of the truth. Without her driver or her friends around to protect her, Rebecca was faced with the ugly reality of British Rail. As she waited for her turn in the works, she was placed in the Eastleigh engine sheds, right near where rows of steam engines stood silent, men weaving between them with cutting torches. These men held none of the same love for steam engines that her driver did. Instead, they silently did their work, slicing deep cuts into slowly rusting engines to pull them apart and sell off their metal for reuse. A line of stonily silent trucks stood between the engines living at Eastleigh sheds and those dying there, a stark dividing line which was being steadily loaded up with the cut-up remains of the engines.

The weather changed too, the sun hiding away behind thick grey clouds that unleashed great heaps of rain all over the countryside. Rebecca was left cold and alone, not even able to talk to the other engines due to how shocked she was.

“Poor thing,” sighed a Lord Nelson Class from the other side of the yard. “She really had no clue apparently. Must’ve been nice, living without the knowledge.” Rebecca didn’t agree. She wished she had known, she wished she’d been able to grab all of her friends and cling tightly to them. They were gone now, weren’t they? Brought to places like this and left on cold, damp sidings until they were ripped into by the scrappers. They’d all put on such positive attitudes around Rebecca that she’d never suspected, never heard the undercurrent of fear that permeated every illness and rust patch that made itself known.

Her friends were dead.

Rebecca was a very different engine, going into the works. Even as she was buffed and shined and gifted brand new parts machined to perfection to ensure she was the absolute peak of health, all she could think about was how there were hundreds of engines right outside being treated to agony and death while she was pampered. Rebecca didn’t even notice the golden yellow livery being deftly applied until it was finished, bright orange and red lining and embellishments being carefully added to compliment the new colourful livery. Her number was changed, as was the lettering on her tender.

Gone was the old British Railways logo; in its place stood a large stuffed bear holding a banner with ‘S. J. Edwards’ written on it in a fancy logo. The teddy bear looked very fancy, not that Rebecca could see it. All she could see was the men scurrying about in front of her, preparing her to be moved.

She had taken up enough space in their workshop for too long already, and now they wanted her gone so they could begin work on the next EMU overhaul. Rebecca was dragged out by a Class 07 and gently pushed backwards up a rickety ramp and onto the back of a Scammel Contractor lorry. Rebecca felt very odd as she watched her tender get added to a second trailer moments later, seeing just how different it looked for the first time.

“Where am I going now?” she asked the foreman. “S. J. Edwards’ main plant,” replied the foreman briskly. “You’ll be their shining mascot… or something like that.” He turned away to signal that Rebecca was chained down and ready to move, even as Rebecca began to realise just what the foreman had said.

She was to be a mascot. Mascots didn’t move, they didn’t haul around presents. They sat still and smiled even as the years wore down on them. She’d seen it from an old tank that had been the mascot of a town until he was so rusted and tired that he had to be taken away and placed in a specialist museum to be restored.

Or maybe that had been a lie, and he’d also been scrapped.

Rebecca travelled far on the roads, through towns she’d once served that now had only diesels, if any railway at all. How had she been so blind to everything changing? How had she managed to miss each event as it happened?

The truck turned again; Rebecca felt something shift under her. The roads were so uncomfortable, and yet it was the only way to the factory now. There was no railway out to the S. J. Edwards main facility anymore, because British Railways didn’t think it important.

There were no more steam engines safe from scrap because British Railways didn’t think they were important.

The truck slowed to a stop, and a crane rumbled up. Rebecca looked over – the building was certainly fancy, and right inside the front entrance there stood a plinth. It was empty but for a pair of rails set into the concrete.

That… that was her new home, wasn’t it?

Rebecca was carefully pushed inside, moved on temporary rails up to the plinth before her brakes were locked on, chocks were forced under her wheels and the temporary rails were ripped up. Her glorious golden paintwork was starkly contrasted by the tears falling from her eyes.

“Stop crying and smile, idiot!” snarled a man in a pinstriped suit. “You’re meant to be a mascot, not a sob story. What child wants to see a blubbering mess when they come visit?” The man rapped his cane against Rebecca’s buffers. It didn’t hurt, but it was enough to silence the stunned engine.

Rebecca looked up – above her stood a large dome from which great white lights hung to illuminate everything far too brightly. It was nothing like the golden rays of sun Rebecca so loved to feel on her boiler. These lights weren’t warm, they were cold and unforgiving.

And at night, they were abruptly shut off, plunging Rebecca into the dark with only her own thoughts and her tears.

And even today, one has to wonder if Rebecca will ever feel the sun again?

Back to the Master Post

#weirdowithaquill #fanfiction writer #thomas the tank engine #traintober #traintober 2024 #ttte rebecca #british railways #prompt: golden

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supersmashsoni · 8 months ago

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An idea for another Brenner Era Season

1. Haulage Capacity: When an old haulage wagon Skarloey used back in the early days is restored by the Earl, Peter Sam gets the chance to ride it and enjoys it. Trouble ensues when he forgets to mind his limits when he tries to help a broken-down Henry to the next station.

2. Edward and the Express: When Gordon fails, Edward is given the Express despite the big engine’s protests. Edward tries his best, but a faulty coupling might spoil his chances.

3. Alfie to the Rescue: Alfie feels left out when the rest of the Pack gets to help with a spring celebration. He gets his chance to shine when Thomas has an accident.

4. BoCo’s New Driver: BoCo gets a new driver, but he quickly proves to be rude and inexperienced, ending with the diesel being sent down to Brendam by mistake. The driver tries to improve for the better, but BoCo struggles to accept it.

5. Sticking it to Percy After an argument with Henry, Percy intentionally gives him a heavy train as a prank. This plan backfires when the small engine has to take the train himself after Henry is delayed.

6. Mavis and the Trolls Mavis tries to spook Toby with a story about trolls cleaning up the quarry at night. Toby winds up turning the prank against her when he takes Sir Topham Hatt on a late-night visit to collect some rocks for a garden.

7. May the Best Engine Win!: Thomas and Emily have a friendly competition to see who will get their work done quicker. Things seem neck-and-neck until one of Emily’s loads spills at a sharp bend.

8. Nia's Perfect Plan When Nia is given several jobs, she comes up with a plan to get it all done on time. When the plan starts to fall apart though, she stubbornly sticks to it.

9. Leave After the Bluebell!: The engines are excited when Stepney is due to visit the island again after a long overhaul and hold a welcome party for him. Stepney however winds up nearly missing his own party when he offers to cover Norman’s work after the diesel fails at Vicarstown.

"The Festive Season" DVD:

10. Hannah and the Avalanche: Hannah finds herself bored by the care Toby and Henrietta take during winter and decides to travel with Thomas instead for some excitement. She learns to be careful what she wishes for when Thomas accidentally brings snow down at Hackenbeck Tunnel, burying Hannah.

11. Can He Handel It?: Sir Handel starts taking heavier stone trains to finish his goods work earlier. This mixed with a blizzard spells disaster.

12. Gordon's Christmas Special Gordon is put in charge of a special Christmas train but will have to miss spending Christmas with his friends. This results in Gordon having a nasty argument with the other engines when he suggests he doesn't want to. Scotsman may have a way to make things right.

13. Spencer’s Snowslide: After Rebecca gets covered in snow at Crovan’s Gate, Spencer teases her insufferably. He eats his own words when he slides into a blockage at a tunnel.

14: Coal Competition: Max and Monty compete to deliver the most coal one winter. This leads to an embarrassing accident with Trevor and his cart when Monty doesn’t watch where he is going.

Back to normal episodes:

15: Norman Mixes it Up: Norman tries to prove he is more than his faulty engine through helping out the other engines with their work. He winds up accidently having to do several jobs at once, leading to him pulling one of the strangest mixed trains the Island’s ever seen.

16: Bad to the BoCo: Jealous of all the praise BoCo receives, Diesel challenges the big diesel to a strength competition. BoCo is reluctant to take part but does so accidentally when he accidentally takes the train Diesel put together for the competition…with Diesel still at the other end!

17: Bulgy and the Twins: While helping out around Edward’s branchline, Bulgy tries to cause trouble for the engines. He soon runs afoul of Bill and Ben, who trick him into trying to appease a transportation inspector.

18: Holding Your Buffers: Stanley assumes the famous Stepney is used to being pampered on the mainland and tries to give him the same on Sodor, unaware Stepney is annoyed with his overbearingness and losing the chance to do real work again. Things come to a head when Stanley tries to take a passenger train for a delayed Stepney.

19: Read All About It: Frank, the Small Railway’s new diesel, feels left out after learning that the other engines were in a book and accidently hits the back of the shed in anger. He redeems himself when Rex has steaming issues, and Frank comes to the rescue.

20: Rosie’s Passengers: Rosie is asked to cover for Thomas, but her overeagerness leads to her accidentally beating Percy to the junction and she winds up going to Knapford Harbor by mistake.

"Summer at the Seaside" DVD

21: Terri-ing Them Apart: A new engine named Terri, and her snarky brake van Clarice, arrive to help Ryan and Daisy on the Harwick Branchline. After a near miss, Ryan mistakes Terri’s generally nervous nature for her being afraid of him and he tries to make amends, which only stresses Terri out more.

22: Only I in Team: Frank grumbles about having to clean up after the other small engines. He winds up being truer than he thinks when a drought leads to the steam engines being taken out of service, leaving Frank to handle the railway by himself.

23: Terri and the Trucks: Terri’s timid nature makes her an easy target for the troublesome ballast trucks. The Scottish Twins give her advice to keep the trucks in line, but she overestimates the effectiveness of their methods, leading to a tense struggle up Gordon’s Hill.

24: Clarice and James: Clarice is rather impulsive and enjoys picking a fight. This leads to chaos when James has to take over one of Terri’s trains, and Clarice decides to taunt the red engine. The two's bickering soon leads to trouble.

25: Perfect Porter: When Porter covers for Philip at Tidmouth, he decides to rearrange the shunting arrangements to be closer to what he thinks is perfect. This leads to chaos when the other engines can’t make sense of the new organization system.

26: Skiff and the Dolphins: Skiff discovers a group of dolphins living around Arlesburgh. However, when some hunters try to illegally catch them, Skiff tries to save them.

#ttte #brenner era #episode idea #too many characters to list #some of these are based on pre-existing books #crossposting from bluesky

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biggsodorcitystories · 24 days ago

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Diesel 10 (& 'Pinchy.')

Thank you to everyone who took the time to vote in my recent poll. As I expected, Diesel 10 strolled away with a comfortable majority of the votes (although not as comfortable as I had thought), so here he is!

Diesel 10 is a heavily modified BR Class 42 engine and is the younger cousin to Daisy and BoCo. The latter - or at least his class - were an object of admiration for Diesel 10 in his early years, given that they were being seen as pioneers who paved the way for the diesels to take over the steam-controlled railways. Like all built diesels, Diesel 10 was told that he was going to revolutionise the railways. However, he may have taken it to heart a little too much.

In his early years, Diesel 10 began displaying signs of having an unpredictable temper. As such, he was assigned to work in a scrapyard, out of public view.

Some time during his time there, Diesel 10 underwent an illegal procedure that gave him his metal claw arm. In human form, this manifested as a third limb, sprouting from his back. But the most interesting change was mental.

Diesel 10 no longer suffered from his violent mood swings but instead seemed to have developed two separate personalities, complete with distinctive voices. One was louder and openly aggressive, while the other was quiet and calculating. There was no sign at the time that either personality was aware of the other, but both had developed an odd attachment to their third arm, treating it as a separate entity called 'Pinchy.'

Eventually, British Rail convinced Sir Topham Hatt to give Diesel 10 a trial. Diesel 10 was openly excited by this prospect. Not only was Sodor the last staunchly pro-Steam railway, but had become something of an urban legend among diesels. Several of their number had been sent to work there, and almost all of them had become pro-Steam. A story had spread of a steam engine witch who had put the diesels who stayed under a spell. Two of these were Diesel 10's elder cousins: a diesel railcar called Daisy, and BoCo - one of the BR class 28 diesels he had looked up to so much. Diesel 10 went to Sodor with the intention of finding his cousins and freeing them of whatever bewitchment they had been placed under.

This plan hit an immediate snag, as BoCo and Daisy were both away on the mainland for completely unrelated overhauls when Diesel 10 arrived. So, instead, he built up a reputation of fear with the resident steam engines, keeping them out of his way while he figured out who the steam-witch was.

But his meeting and interactions with the other resident diesels: Mavis, Salty, Derek, Dennis, Rusty, and Bear led to confusion. All of them seemed happy to live and work alongside the steamies but didn't seem to be under any sort of control. Even Diesel, the only one who shared any normal anti-steam views, only seemed interested in antagonising the steamies rather than taking over, although that might have been down to his advanced age.

When his cousins returned, Diesel 10 was even more confused. Both Daisy and BoCo seemed completely normal, and both insisted that nothing was wrong. Attempting to talk sense into them ended in failure, with Daisy angrily insisting he stop talking to her altogether if he was going to keep on with nonsense like that. BoCo seemed to listen at first, but refused to see reason and eventually the two had an argument after which Diesel 10 avoided speaking with him.

When the new, mostly younger diesels arrived on Sodor, many of them didn't remember the steamies on the mainland. Diesel 10 took it upon himself to warn them about the resident steamies on Sodor, with a hope that they might not get bewitched. They seemed to look up to him, responding to his guidance, although Den and Dart seemed very interested in asking him questions about Pinchy and himself.

The steamies kept out of his way, but Diesel 10 couldn't help but feel resentment about their better treatment, especially their Steam-Works. He and Diesel came up with a plan to take it for themselves, roping the newer diesels in to help when Diesel somehow convinced Percy to come to the Diesel-works. The plan seemed to succeed until the other steamies and the controller himself showed up. While this did result in a hugely improved Diesel-works, Diesel 10 was publicly scolded and felt he lost a lot of face and respect, as the younger diesels - particularly Paxton and Sidney - started making their own way on the island. As a result, he spent a lot of time sulking in the diesel-works, answering the increasingly specific questions from Den.

Despite having being used by them, Percy appeared to befriend the diesels. After he found Sidney's wheels, the forgetful diesel would hear no wrong about him, and the others followed suit. Any attempts to be hostile were immediately shot down by the others, especially if some of the older diesels were present.

Over time, Diesel 10 started to feel a little less unhappy about living on Sodor and even started being civil to the steam engines. Although he is still treated with apprehension by most of them, he has managed to form something resembling friendships with Percy and Percy's sister, Lady. Although he suspected that one or both of them was the cause of the bewitchment of the Sudrian diesels, he has since come to the conclusion that another engine is responsible.

However, neither he nor Pinchy seem to mind so much anymore...

#biggsodorcitystories #ttte #ttte humanized #bscs rambling #bscs art #ttte diesel 10 #ttte headcanons #bscs headcanon

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naurasweetarudesu · 7 months ago

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Rusty: "I love donating some of my old parts after overhaul so when another engine use it, I hope it will overpower & take over their consciousness so i got another vessel to use as my own." 😊

Diesel: "That's weir- Wait a minute! Why am I at Crovan's Gate??! It's not part of my branchline???!" 😨

Rusty: "Ì̷̗t̶̖͙͐ ̷̜̈͗ą̷͐p̷̼̋͝p̴̢̖̈͑e̸͈͇͗å̴̩̾r̶̘̃͜ṥ̸̰ ̴̧͊m̴̺̳̀͛ỳ̴̢̫̉ ̶̼͙͘e̵͙̲͛͗x̷͉̫̽p̶̯̹͋͆e̶͔͌r̸͍̫̆i̷̻͙͠m̶̨̹͌̿ȩ̵̫̌n̵͓͉͗͛t̶̟̯̅͝s̷̖̗͂ ̵̣̈̄ͅḧ̶̙̯a̴̻͓͊̈ṣ̶̢̂ ̶̖͙̅b̴̛̖̜e̸̻̝͝ĕ̸͖͒n̴̝̐ ̷̳͎́s̴̹͋u̵̾͜c̷̢̺̍ç̶̬̆e̸̙̅s̴̫̔̑s̴͍̆͘f̷̹̍̌u̸̢̼͛̍l̷͎͂.̴͉̕͝.̶̟͋.̶͚́̅~̶͝ͅͅ!̴͖́̐ 😈

#I'm sorry i fw this kind of humor 😞#ttte rusty #ttte diesel #ttte incorrect quote #Hey Rusty what do you mean by that?

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hazel-of-sodor · 9 months ago

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Something Holy This Way Comes

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