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“So, um, if you wouldn’t mind me asking, why’s the Seaddler built like it is? Never seen an aircraft besides a Vertibuck use propellers for, well, propulsion, before.” Marigold seemed to have gotten herself settled in the hotel room, the old ghoul letting off a quiet sigh as she looked out the window. Aerith and Crash Dive had gotten settled in the room next to us with Static and Scouring across the hallway - two pony max limit to a room, can get a bit awkward when there’re five of us. Least it evened out this time with there being six. Resting back on one of the beds, I idly sipped from a botle of Sparkle-Cola, Marigold turning about and trotting over to the other bed.
 
“Hm, never seen a prop aircraft before, really? They were popular before the war, least for civilian transport.” She wore a small smile as she rested herself on the old cushions, the lake flickering moonlight in through the window from outside as the electric lights filled the room with a soft yellow glow. “Gonna hazard a guess and say that the aircraft you’ve seen are all old military ones. Jets were mainly used by the armed forces, you’d see a propeller aircraft here and there but nine times of ten it was a civilian one repurposed for military use. Fought tooth and hock to keep Seaddler and her sisters from serving as more than delivery aircraft…” A small chuckle escaped Marigold as she rested against the pillows. “Kind of ridiculous now, I wound up having to put guns on her anyways. Two cannons in her nose and two turrets… suppose I should be thankful the fire stayed at the engine…”