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Angels of Mercy are irrefutably the most courageous Engineers on the roads. Most transportation happens at night to keep away from enemy ground attack fighters, bombers, and fighters randomly strafing trains. However trains crash, go too fast to beat the sunrise, or one of the few trains during the day is spotted and hit by bombs or strafed.

When that happens, the Angels of Mercy are sent in. They run medium or small engines such as the Consolidation. Their train consists of the wrecking crane and supplies aswell as a transfer caboose modified to be a small hospital car.

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It was Wednesday Morning when the call came in, Engine 247 was pulling a trainful of Diesel Fuel. It was seventy miles away, and the smoke cloud could be see here in Chickoree Yard. Damien looked across the yards from his vantage point on the stairs to the bullet riddled bombed out switch tower, they had moved it below ground in a bunker with small little metal watchtowers with telephone lines spread out across the yards.

He watched the armed guards wandering around, all of them "Rear Lines" soldiers. Their species not allowing them into the trenches, a conglomeration of the larger dragons, 'Taurs, and some gryphons such as Damien himself. But he shouldn't sit around here long, he thought as he clasped his orders in his talons.

As he ran across the tracks towards the now bunker-like roundhouse only to meet his fireman. Before the war he would have thought her quite the looker, a nice shapely collie... But after the evacuation of Eastman and seeing her fighting off a unit of drake infantry with a pistol and a Carbine while the last of the wounded were being pulled aboard. He'd lost all those thoughts.

She smiled to him, "C'mon Damien, let's go. The Switchers already have '71 hooked up with Savior." Savior was the rescue crane, modeled after "Ransome and Rapier" on the british isles.

"'Aight Julie, let's go." He ran after her as she took off running.

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He pulled himself up onto the running board, and soon into the cab as Julie took the other side. Moving the reverser backwards, and watching the slide go upward he slowly moved the regulator back to apply a tiny bit of forward pressure on the brakes to stop the train from rolling backwards. He then began releasing the brake, allowing the train to roll forward as julie did her job to keep the engine running.

Soon the switchboard had all trains off the tracks as the Angel screamed down the tracks, ten miles an hour above the rated speed limit. The Column of black smoke rising high above the locomotive signalling, to any aircraft flying high above, that hey there was a train here!

And sure enough twenty minutes into the journey the high pitched humm of airplane engines could be heard.

"Julie, you hear that?" Damien remarked as he leaned out the window, looking upwards. "Yeah, I hear it. Don't sound good either, I'm going up on the tender to see what's up." She quickly climbed up onto the tender, propping her footpaws on the handholds and standing atop the water-tank. Damien watched her pull out the binoculars before he himself fiddled with a knob.

"I-I got something here. I can just barely see it, but it might be a messcherschimt. One things for sure! It's lining up for a strafing run!" Julie said the last sentence as she climbed, or leaped maybe you could say, down into the cab to grab the pair of helmets sitting in the cab and tossed one to Damien as she slapped her own one on.

Damien tugged his wings in really close as he ducked lower into the cab. Or as low as his massive form could fit. He envy'd Julie at times like this, able to make herself small.

But his thoughts were interrupted by the throbbing of machineguns and the "Pang" and "Twang" of bullets across metal. A bullet "Zinged" past his ear feathers and shattered the window infront of him, only to embed itsself on the walkway along the boiler. But the BF-190 screamed off into the skies, He wondered even more briefly why it hadn't loosed 20mm shells into the boiler. But he decided the BF must've been coming home from shooting down bombers. Which is why it hadn't taken the '71 out.

Damien chuckled loudly, as he shook his wings out, getting glass out of his wings. "I'm going to be preening for the next two weeks to get this glass out!" He jokingly complained to Julie as she stood up, "Ha, I told you feather suck y' steam powered Pidgeon!"

And so, the Angel of Mercy roared down the tracks to save more lives and clean up the tracks for more trains.

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Please put up with bad writing, or bad grammar. I wrote this story to go with the picture, and it's my first so. Yeah.

Description
Angels of Mercy are irrefutably the most courageous Engineers on the roads. Most transportation happens at night to keep away from enemy ground attack fighters, bombers, and fighters randomly strafing trains. However trains crash, go too fast to beat the sunrise, or one of the few trains during the day is spotted and hit by bombs or strafed.

When that happens, the Angels of Mercy are sent in. They run medium or small engines such as the Consolidation. Their train consists of the wrecking crane and supplies aswell as a transfer caboose modified to be a small hospital car.

-------------

It was Wednesday Morning when the call came in, Engine 247 was pulling a trainful of Diesel Fuel. It was seventy miles away, and the smoke cloud could be see here in Chickoree Yard. Damien looked across the yards from his vantage point on the stairs to the bullet riddled bombed out switch tower, they had moved it below ground in a bunker with small little metal watchtowers with telephone lines spread out across the yards.

He watched the armed guards wandering around, all of them "Rear Lines" soldiers. Their species not allowing them into the trenches, a conglomeration of the larger dragons, 'Taurs, and some gryphons such as Damien himself. But he shouldn't sit around here long, he thought as he clasped his orders in his talons.

As he ran across the tracks towards the now bunker-like roundhouse only to meet his fireman. Before the war he would have thought her quite the looker, a nice shapely collie... But after the evacuation of Eastman and seeing her fighting off a unit of drake infantry with a pistol and a Carbine while the last of the wounded were being pulled aboard. He'd lost all those thoughts.

She smiled to him, "C'mon Damien, let's go. The Switchers already have '71 hooked up with Savior." Savior was the rescue crane, modeled after "Ransome and Rapier" on the british isles.

"'Aight Julie, let's go." He ran after her as she took off running.

------

He pulled himself up onto the running board, and soon into the cab as Julie took the other side. Moving the reverser backwards, and watching the slide go upward he slowly moved the regulator back to apply a tiny bit of forward pressure on the brakes to stop the train from rolling backwards. He then began releasing the brake, allowing the train to roll forward as julie did her job to keep the engine running.

Soon the switchboard had all trains off the tracks as the Angel screamed down the tracks, ten miles an hour above the rated speed limit. The Column of black smoke rising high above the locomotive signalling, to any aircraft flying high above, that hey there was a train here!

And sure enough twenty minutes into the journey the high pitched humm of airplane engines could be heard.

"Julie, you hear that?" Damien remarked as he leaned out the window, looking upwards. "Yeah, I hear it. Don't sound good either, I'm going up on the tender to see what's up." She quickly climbed up onto the tender, propping her footpaws on the handholds and standing atop the water-tank. Damien watched her pull out the binoculars before he himself fiddled with a knob.

"I-I got something here. I can just barely see it, but it might be a messcherschimt. One things for sure! It's lining up for a strafing run!" Julie said the last sentence as she climbed, or leaped maybe you could say, down into the cab to grab the pair of helmets sitting in the cab and tossed one to Damien as she slapped her own one on.

Damien tugged his wings in really close as he ducked lower into the cab. Or as low as his massive form could fit. He envy'd Julie at times like this, able to make herself small.

But his thoughts were interrupted by the throbbing of machineguns and the "Pang" and "Twang" of bullets across metal. A bullet "Zinged" past his ear feathers and shattered the window infront of him, only to embed itsself on the walkway along the boiler. But the BF-190 screamed off into the skies, He wondered even more briefly why it hadn't loosed 20mm shells into the boiler. But he decided the BF must've been coming home from shooting down bombers. Which is why it hadn't taken the '71 out.

Damien chuckled loudly, as he shook his wings out, getting glass out of his wings. "I'm going to be preening for the next two weeks to get this glass out!" He jokingly complained to Julie as she stood up, "Ha, I told you feather suck y' steam powered Pidgeon!"

And so, the Angel of Mercy roared down the tracks to save more lives and clean up the tracks for more trains.

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Please put up with bad writing, or bad grammar. I wrote this story to go with the picture, and it's my first so. Yeah.