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In today’s world, engines are retired and are either restored, preserved, or even sold to another railroad if they are lucky. However… If unfortunate enough, they could also be sold for scrap. Some accepted death, while others completely evaded it, with some even escaping under their own power with no fuel or power whatsoever. Mr. Collins, being the CEO of the Baltimore & Southern of course, did not want his railroad to be like other railroads and scrap old equipment. Instead, he wanted his railroad to preserve old equipment by having them run again, against the FRA’s orders. Luckily… LOTS of engines and equipment were hopeful, having heard about the B&S, and hoped to be rescued.

We start off in Penn Station, where demands for freight and passengers had excelled dramatically. This had led to mixed trains needing to be run, and causing stress on the engines. Even the High Speed Train Sets on the Tsunami High Speed Route were growing tired.

Andrew arrives in Penn Station, exhausted from at least 15 cars of passengers and freight. He was blessed with the fact that it was his last train for the day.

All of the engines felt the same way as Andrew, and one day, everyone was so tired, that some of the engines’ parts started to fail. That’s when Erie spoke up.

Erie: I’M DONE WITH ALL THIS WORK… WE OUGHTA NEED MORE ENGINES…

Eric: Agreed! I may be strong, but because I’m pulling passengers again, I can’t even go up to 120 like I used to with High Speed Freights!

Andrew: I’m also tired of having to pull mixed trains! The cars are so pissy, and they ruin the comfortability of the passengers I overheard!

Anais: LET’S REBEL!!!

Horton quickly snagged Anais and pulled her back.

Horton: Easy there tiger!

Snake: Am I the only one who actually enjoysss thisss hard work? I mean, yeah, it’sss a bit too much, but it alwaysss keepsss me awake at night when I get thossse night trainsss.

After he said that, all of the other engines started to argue and began using the turntable like a weapon to speed back into each other.

Snake: Oh give me a fucking break…

The cowl unit cautiously uses the emergency turntable in the back to slide past the fighting engines.

As Snake was going up to Canada to visit his buddies up there, he heard a familiar voice in Waterville up in Maine.

Snake: Fucking enginesss don’t know how to hold in their sssanity for onccce

???: Brother?

Snake quickly comes to a stop.

Snake: Who sssaid that?

???: Ah. I’ve thought it wasss you coming up here all this time young bro.

Snake slowly backs up, to see an old and rusted SD40-2F. By the number plates of 9007, he knew who he was talking to.

Snake: L-Louie?! What happened to you?!

Louie: SSSold for scrap. CP left me for dead. They thought I’ve outlived my usefulness. SSSo, why are you still running?

Snake: I’ve essscaped Québec CCCity! Damn guardsss were dumbfounded and I’ve essscaped sssouth! Found myssself in New Haven before an AEM-7 found me and took me to Baltimore! Heard of the Baltimore & SSSouthern?

Louie: NO WAY!!! You’ve been rostered there?! Lucky you! I wish I could sssay the same for me…

Snake: Funny ssstory. We actually need more enginesss! Maybe if I can…

Suddenly, Grant rolls into the yard with a manifest. He notices the second SD40-2F, and was rather confused.

Grant: Um...Snake...What’s with the second SD40-2F?

Snake: Grant, that engine isss my brother Louie. He wasss unfortunately sssold for ssscrap recccently.

Louie: Bonjour. Niccce to meet you.

Grant was still confused.

Grant: Snake, do all SD40-2Fs speak like this? I’m just confused.

Snake: Indeed we do. It’sss sssomething about having to do with our air compresssorsss.

Grant: Oh, okay.

Snake: Now, back to what I wasss thinking.

Snake then looks at the fence gate at the beginning of the scrapyard and gets an idea.

Snake: AHA!!! Hold on bro! I got ya! I think I found a sssolution to our rail vehicle crisssisss!

Snake then busts through the metal fence and then stops just short of Louie.

Because of this, alarms started blaring.

Warning System: WARNING. BREACH IN SCRAPYARD SECTOR B.

Snake quickly couples to Louie.

Snake: SSSorry Grant. GOTTA GO!!!

Snake quickly escapes south to Baltimore as some of the scrapyard workers try to shoot sticky darts at the Emergency Fuel Cutoff button on Snake, but he just was moving so fast that he quickly went into the darkness.

Over at the dispatching facility at Boston, the runaway alarms were indeed blaring due to Snake suddenly heading down south at high speed, and because Snake lacked a driver and brakeman.

Boston Lead Dispatcher: The hell is going on?

The Boston Chief Dispatcher enters the building.

Boston Chief Dispatcher: Gotten reports from Waterville Scrapyard that a cowl unit busted an inoperable sibling out of the scrapyard. They tried stopping it but it was just too fast for them.

???: Is this it?

The Boston Chief Dispatcher and Boston Lead Dispatcher walk over to the one who found the speeding units.

???: 9013. Isn’t that one a cowl unit? He’s one of the last of his class. Last time I checked 9007 was in Waterville before the break-in.

BLD: What’s your name son?

Dispatcher Quincy: Summits; Quincy Summits.

BCD: Well then. Mr. Summits, I want you to let me know where the cowl units are. I’m stopping this fucker.

Dispatcher Quincy: You serious? You’ll die trying to. Remember the Quadruple Diamond here? You’d be dead if you were to block him once he enters the NEC.

The Chief Dispatcher got in his Hi-Rail and waited for the 2 units.

Back with the cowl units, they entered Boston and saw the high rail start to chase them

BCD: 9013, apply the brakes NOW.

Snake however, didn’t, he instead sped up as he knew the dispatchers were after him for Louie.

BCD: Son of a bitch… Ok Red Barn. Try this for size.

The Chief Dispatcher shot at a switch stand and tried to cross in front of Snake, but that was a huge mistake…

Snake: Alright tracker boy! Let’s sssee how thisss’ll end!

Snake then sped up towards the switch while the BCD was crossing, then…

BCD: AAAAAAAAAAA-

Snake slams into the Hi-Rail, and smashes it against a signal.

Louie: Aw yeah! You nailed him hard bro!

The dispatchers however, had seen the Hi-Rail get smashed at the 4th Diamond 1.5 Miles away.

Dispatcher Quincy: I warned that fool. Guess he doesn’t care to know the engines.

Soon, Snake arrived with Louie and explained his idea to Mr. Collins, along with what happened on his way to Baltimore.

Mr. Collins: That’s a brilliant idea! But, why did you kill the Chief Dispatcher of Boston?

Snake: He tried to ssstop me from sssaving Louie. Hisss plan was to go in front of me, but I ended up pinning him againssst a sssignal.

Louie: Mr. Collins, my younger bro didn’t do anything wrong. He wanted to sssave my life, and it just ssso happened to sacrificcce someone else’sss life.

Mr. Collins: Ok. Snake, set Louie in the shops and you can rest. I’m going to have your trains consist purely of equipment moves and freights. Can you deal with that?

Snake: Yesss sssir!

Mr. Collins: In the meantime, I’ll let the dispatchers know not to interfere.

Mr. Collins uses a remote controller to control Snake into the sheds and has him rest.

But it would be another engine that’d find someone else in need of saving.

As Snake left the area to fetch SEPTA 2308 in Fraiser Yard and the NJT ALP44s left to die in the Lackawanna Cutoff, we now focus our attention on Eric.

Eric: Well everyone, it’s the weekend. We can finally rest.

Andrew: Snake can’t, but it’s for our type. He’s being a lifesaver.

Eric: Got that right. Hm. Speaking of engines, I’ll be down in Miami for a railfan special. I’ll see you guys soon.

Down in Virginia, some teens thought of sending him down the wrong line. They indeed did so with Eric now going down the wrong line.

Eric: Wait hold on. This isn’t the way to Miami.

He was right. Instead, he was sent into an abandoned electric freight line.

Eric was moving slower due to lower voltage.

Eric: Fucking teenage-

Eric was going to continue on, but he saw something that stopped him.

Eric: Oh my god…

Right in front of him, he saw an entire storage area of Genesis locomotives.

Eric: I gotta help these innocent engines… Aha!

Eric, automatically controlling himself, couples to the swarms of P40s, P42s, and P32s. He leaves them in a siding and sees something big.

Eric: HOLY SHIT!!!

He slowly enters the yard, and sees the boilers of several steam engines such as a B&O EM-1, a N&W Y6b, and a CAGY 2-8-2 Mikado.

Eric quickly pushes on the Genesis engines and speeds off with them.

Once he dropped the engines off, he quickly got a crane and several flatcars, and returned with the boilers.

Andrew came up to a tired Eric after he returned the rail cars to their places.

Andrew: Dude. Where’d you find all of these engines?

Eric: Some kids threw a switch into a scrapyard…

Andrew: Still though! You managed to cause another steam program to happen! CAGY was looking for some steam engines and the fact you found their boilers means that we can have the engines go on the CAGY! Along with some remaining in our steam program.

Eric was pleased with himself and went into the sheds to snooze.

It was at the point where a whole locomotive and rail car search and rescue was issued, thus earning the B&S the name “Class I Heritage”

Description
In today’s world, engines are retired and are either restored, preserved, or even sold to another railroad if they are lucky. However… If unfortunate enough, they could also be sold for scrap. Some accepted death, while others completely evaded it, with some even escaping under their own power with no fuel or power whatsoever. Mr. Collins, being the CEO of the Baltimore & Southern of course, did not want his railroad to be like other railroads and scrap old equipment. Instead, he wanted his railroad to preserve old equipment by having them run again, against the FRA’s orders. Luckily… LOTS of engines and equipment were hopeful, having heard about the B&S, and hoped to be rescued.

We start off in Penn Station, where demands for freight and passengers had excelled dramatically. This had led to mixed trains needing to be run, and causing stress on the engines. Even the High Speed Train Sets on the Tsunami High Speed Route were growing tired.

Andrew arrives in Penn Station, exhausted from at least 15 cars of passengers and freight. He was blessed with the fact that it was his last train for the day.

All of the engines felt the same way as Andrew, and one day, everyone was so tired, that some of the engines’ parts started to fail. That’s when Erie spoke up.

Erie: I’M DONE WITH ALL THIS WORK… WE OUGHTA NEED MORE ENGINES…

Eric: Agreed! I may be strong, but because I’m pulling passengers again, I can’t even go up to 120 like I used to with High Speed Freights!

Andrew: I’m also tired of having to pull mixed trains! The cars are so pissy, and they ruin the comfortability of the passengers I overheard!

Anais: LET’S REBEL!!!

Horton quickly snagged Anais and pulled her back.

Horton: Easy there tiger!

Snake: Am I the only one who actually enjoysss thisss hard work? I mean, yeah, it’sss a bit too much, but it alwaysss keepsss me awake at night when I get thossse night trainsss.

After he said that, all of the other engines started to argue and began using the turntable like a weapon to speed back into each other.

Snake: Oh give me a fucking break…

The cowl unit cautiously uses the emergency turntable in the back to slide past the fighting engines.

As Snake was going up to Canada to visit his buddies up there, he heard a familiar voice in Waterville up in Maine.

Snake: Fucking enginesss don’t know how to hold in their sssanity for onccce

???: Brother?

Snake quickly comes to a stop.

Snake: Who sssaid that?

???: Ah. I’ve thought it wasss you coming up here all this time young bro.

Snake slowly backs up, to see an old and rusted SD40-2F. By the number plates of 9007, he knew who he was talking to.

Snake: L-Louie?! What happened to you?!

Louie: SSSold for scrap. CP left me for dead. They thought I’ve outlived my usefulness. SSSo, why are you still running?

Snake: I’ve essscaped Québec CCCity! Damn guardsss were dumbfounded and I’ve essscaped sssouth! Found myssself in New Haven before an AEM-7 found me and took me to Baltimore! Heard of the Baltimore & SSSouthern?

Louie: NO WAY!!! You’ve been rostered there?! Lucky you! I wish I could sssay the same for me…

Snake: Funny ssstory. We actually need more enginesss! Maybe if I can…

Suddenly, Grant rolls into the yard with a manifest. He notices the second SD40-2F, and was rather confused.

Grant: Um...Snake...What’s with the second SD40-2F?

Snake: Grant, that engine isss my brother Louie. He wasss unfortunately sssold for ssscrap recccently.

Louie: Bonjour. Niccce to meet you.

Grant was still confused.

Grant: Snake, do all SD40-2Fs speak like this? I’m just confused.

Snake: Indeed we do. It’sss sssomething about having to do with our air compresssorsss.

Grant: Oh, okay.

Snake: Now, back to what I wasss thinking.

Snake then looks at the fence gate at the beginning of the scrapyard and gets an idea.

Snake: AHA!!! Hold on bro! I got ya! I think I found a sssolution to our rail vehicle crisssisss!

Snake then busts through the metal fence and then stops just short of Louie.

Because of this, alarms started blaring.

Warning System: WARNING. BREACH IN SCRAPYARD SECTOR B.

Snake quickly couples to Louie.

Snake: SSSorry Grant. GOTTA GO!!!

Snake quickly escapes south to Baltimore as some of the scrapyard workers try to shoot sticky darts at the Emergency Fuel Cutoff button on Snake, but he just was moving so fast that he quickly went into the darkness.

Over at the dispatching facility at Boston, the runaway alarms were indeed blaring due to Snake suddenly heading down south at high speed, and because Snake lacked a driver and brakeman.

Boston Lead Dispatcher: The hell is going on?

The Boston Chief Dispatcher enters the building.

Boston Chief Dispatcher: Gotten reports from Waterville Scrapyard that a cowl unit busted an inoperable sibling out of the scrapyard. They tried stopping it but it was just too fast for them.

???: Is this it?

The Boston Chief Dispatcher and Boston Lead Dispatcher walk over to the one who found the speeding units.

???: 9013. Isn’t that one a cowl unit? He’s one of the last of his class. Last time I checked 9007 was in Waterville before the break-in.

BLD: What’s your name son?

Dispatcher Quincy: Summits; Quincy Summits.

BCD: Well then. Mr. Summits, I want you to let me know where the cowl units are. I’m stopping this fucker.

Dispatcher Quincy: You serious? You’ll die trying to. Remember the Quadruple Diamond here? You’d be dead if you were to block him once he enters the NEC.

The Chief Dispatcher got in his Hi-Rail and waited for the 2 units.

Back with the cowl units, they entered Boston and saw the high rail start to chase them

BCD: 9013, apply the brakes NOW.

Snake however, didn’t, he instead sped up as he knew the dispatchers were after him for Louie.

BCD: Son of a bitch… Ok Red Barn. Try this for size.

The Chief Dispatcher shot at a switch stand and tried to cross in front of Snake, but that was a huge mistake…

Snake: Alright tracker boy! Let’s sssee how thisss’ll end!

Snake then sped up towards the switch while the BCD was crossing, then…

BCD: AAAAAAAAAAA-

Snake slams into the Hi-Rail, and smashes it against a signal.

Louie: Aw yeah! You nailed him hard bro!

The dispatchers however, had seen the Hi-Rail get smashed at the 4th Diamond 1.5 Miles away.

Dispatcher Quincy: I warned that fool. Guess he doesn’t care to know the engines.

Soon, Snake arrived with Louie and explained his idea to Mr. Collins, along with what happened on his way to Baltimore.

Mr. Collins: That’s a brilliant idea! But, why did you kill the Chief Dispatcher of Boston?

Snake: He tried to ssstop me from sssaving Louie. Hisss plan was to go in front of me, but I ended up pinning him againssst a sssignal.

Louie: Mr. Collins, my younger bro didn’t do anything wrong. He wanted to sssave my life, and it just ssso happened to sacrificcce someone else’sss life.

Mr. Collins: Ok. Snake, set Louie in the shops and you can rest. I’m going to have your trains consist purely of equipment moves and freights. Can you deal with that?

Snake: Yesss sssir!

Mr. Collins: In the meantime, I’ll let the dispatchers know not to interfere.

Mr. Collins uses a remote controller to control Snake into the sheds and has him rest.

But it would be another engine that’d find someone else in need of saving.

As Snake left the area to fetch SEPTA 2308 in Fraiser Yard and the NJT ALP44s left to die in the Lackawanna Cutoff, we now focus our attention on Eric.

Eric: Well everyone, it’s the weekend. We can finally rest.

Andrew: Snake can’t, but it’s for our type. He’s being a lifesaver.

Eric: Got that right. Hm. Speaking of engines, I’ll be down in Miami for a railfan special. I’ll see you guys soon.

Down in Virginia, some teens thought of sending him down the wrong line. They indeed did so with Eric now going down the wrong line.

Eric: Wait hold on. This isn’t the way to Miami.

He was right. Instead, he was sent into an abandoned electric freight line.

Eric was moving slower due to lower voltage.

Eric: Fucking teenage-

Eric was going to continue on, but he saw something that stopped him.

Eric: Oh my god…

Right in front of him, he saw an entire storage area of Genesis locomotives.

Eric: I gotta help these innocent engines… Aha!

Eric, automatically controlling himself, couples to the swarms of P40s, P42s, and P32s. He leaves them in a siding and sees something big.

Eric: HOLY SHIT!!!

He slowly enters the yard, and sees the boilers of several steam engines such as a B&O EM-1, a N&W Y6b, and a CAGY 2-8-2 Mikado.

Eric quickly pushes on the Genesis engines and speeds off with them.

Once he dropped the engines off, he quickly got a crane and several flatcars, and returned with the boilers.

Andrew came up to a tired Eric after he returned the rail cars to their places.

Andrew: Dude. Where’d you find all of these engines?

Eric: Some kids threw a switch into a scrapyard…

Andrew: Still though! You managed to cause another steam program to happen! CAGY was looking for some steam engines and the fact you found their boilers means that we can have the engines go on the CAGY! Along with some remaining in our steam program.

Eric was pleased with himself and went into the sheds to snooze.

It was at the point where a whole locomotive and rail car search and rescue was issued, thus earning the B&S the name “Class I Heritage”