In Port Clinton, a Reading 6 Chime whistle was heard, along with loud chuffing from a steam engine.
Sean: I guess we already know who that is.
Jazlin: Hopefully the rails stay dry for her.
S.B: No more rain. It should evaporate off the rails soon enough.
Mily: *Passing through the Port Clinton station with her train at 30 miles an hour. She gives four short blasts of her whistle, and passes Sean & Jazlin*
Al: *Blows his horn twice*
Besides Mily, three diesels were moving the freight. Al & Falcon, two SD50's were at the front with her, and pushing at the rear was Joey.
Jazlin: You know, it might take a while to get used to the combat we'll have to encounter from Norfolk Southern, but looking at Mily, and seeing her smile while running around this line. It really makes it worthwhile.
Sean: With the Northern Errol Line's antics back on Errol, I'd say I'll be used to the combat I may experience.
Jazlin: You won't know unless you really do experience it.
Sean: I don't want to, but if necessary, I will do my part.
Joey: *Pushing the train past the two engines* Hey guys!
Jazlin: Joey!
Sean: Hi Joey.
S.B & Mercedes: *Waving hello as he passes*
After leaving Port Clinton, Mily was enjoying her journey. She usually ran to Jim Thorpe down this line, but now she was going to have a longer trip to a different town.
Joey: We really need to see if we can get radios. Be nice to keep in touch with those three up there.
Al: How do you think the 42's doing by himself back there?
Falcon: Not sure, but I hope he's fine.
Mily: Knowing Joey, I'm sure he's more than fine.
Al: Why did you and Joey leave in the first place?
Falcon: Yeah, it was boring without you.
Mily: I guess a part of me wanted to explore a different railroad.
Al: And the other part?
Mily: Avoid Norfolk Southern.
Falcon: I remember Joey saying he was tired of those guys trying to scrap us.
Mily: We're coming through Molino boys, hold on. *Blows her whistle twice for the railroad crossing*
Joey: *Listening to Mily's whistle* That's really beautiful.
Mily: *Gives a short blast of her whistle, then let's out a 4th blow* Still no gates, or lights.
Al: Yep, old fashioned.
Falcon: Let me ask you though. Why did you come back if you're trying to avoid fighting those Communists?
Mily: Kyra asked me to.
Falcon: Oh right. Kyra.
Al: She'll be really happy to see you.
Mily had a flashback from a moment she had with the T1 4-8-4. It was July 2010. The two engines returned to Port Clinton from Jim Thorpe. They stopped at the station, but Kyra was feeling pain after they stopped.
Kyra: Mmm!
Mily: Kyra?
Kyra: Something doesn't feel right.
Mily: What's wrong?
Kyra: Either my flue sheets, or tubes.
As it turned out, it was her flues. Unfortunately, they weren't able to get repaired right away due to financial troubles. Now, after getting that, and other parts repaired, she's ready to work again.
Mily: I just hope Sean & Jazlin are able to adjust here without trouble.
After a few hours, they finally reached Pittston. The train was dropped off in the yards, and they took another freight back to Reading the following day.
When they arrived at Port Clinton, Kyra was waiting in a siding near the station.
Mily: *Excited* Kyra!!
Kyra: Hey!!
Mily: *Stops at a red signal* I'm so happy to see you again!
Kyra: I know, it's been 13 years. I'm waiting for a passenger train to take to Jim Thorpe.
Mily: Did you get a chance to meet my other friends that came here with me from The Island of Errol?
Kyra: Not yet, but I'll be very happy to see them once you introduce them to me.
Mily: You got it. I gotta get going. Signal's clear. *Blows her whistle twice, and pulls her train with Al, and Falcon*
Al: Welcome back Kyra.
Falcon: Good to see you again.
Kyra: *Closes her eyes, and sighs happily* It's really been too long since I've done this.
The End
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Sean: I guess we already know who that is.
Jazlin: Hopefully the rails stay dry for her.
S.B: No more rain. It should evaporate off the rails soon enough.
Mily: *Passing through the Port Clinton station with her train at 30 miles an hour. She gives four short blasts of her whistle, and passes Sean & Jazlin*
Al: *Blows his horn twice*
Besides Mily, three diesels were moving the freight. Al & Falcon, two SD50's were at the front with her, and pushing at the rear was Joey.
Jazlin: You know, it might take a while to get used to the combat we'll have to encounter from Norfolk Southern, but looking at Mily, and seeing her smile while running around this line. It really makes it worthwhile.
Sean: With the Northern Errol Line's antics back on Errol, I'd say I'll be used to the combat I may experience.
Jazlin: You won't know unless you really do experience it.
Sean: I don't want to, but if necessary, I will do my part.
Joey: *Pushing the train past the two engines* Hey guys!
Jazlin: Joey!
Sean: Hi Joey.
S.B & Mercedes: *Waving hello as he passes*
After leaving Port Clinton, Mily was enjoying her journey. She usually ran to Jim Thorpe down this line, but now she was going to have a longer trip to a different town.
Joey: We really need to see if we can get radios. Be nice to keep in touch with those three up there.
Al: How do you think the 42's doing by himself back there?
Falcon: Not sure, but I hope he's fine.
Mily: Knowing Joey, I'm sure he's more than fine.
Al: Why did you and Joey leave in the first place?
Falcon: Yeah, it was boring without you.
Mily: I guess a part of me wanted to explore a different railroad.
Al: And the other part?
Mily: Avoid Norfolk Southern.
Falcon: I remember Joey saying he was tired of those guys trying to scrap us.
Mily: We're coming through Molino boys, hold on. *Blows her whistle twice for the railroad crossing*
Joey: *Listening to Mily's whistle* That's really beautiful.
Mily: *Gives a short blast of her whistle, then let's out a 4th blow* Still no gates, or lights.
Al: Yep, old fashioned.
Falcon: Let me ask you though. Why did you come back if you're trying to avoid fighting those Communists?
Mily: Kyra asked me to.
Falcon: Oh right. Kyra.
Al: She'll be really happy to see you.
Mily had a flashback from a moment she had with the T1 4-8-4. It was July 2010. The two engines returned to Port Clinton from Jim Thorpe. They stopped at the station, but Kyra was feeling pain after they stopped.
Kyra: Mmm!
Mily: Kyra?
Kyra: Something doesn't feel right.
Mily: What's wrong?
Kyra: Either my flue sheets, or tubes.
As it turned out, it was her flues. Unfortunately, they weren't able to get repaired right away due to financial troubles. Now, after getting that, and other parts repaired, she's ready to work again.
Mily: I just hope Sean & Jazlin are able to adjust here without trouble.
After a few hours, they finally reached Pittston. The train was dropped off in the yards, and they took another freight back to Reading the following day.
When they arrived at Port Clinton, Kyra was waiting in a siding near the station.
Mily: *Excited* Kyra!!
Kyra: Hey!!
Mily: *Stops at a red signal* I'm so happy to see you again!
Kyra: I know, it's been 13 years. I'm waiting for a passenger train to take to Jim Thorpe.
Mily: Did you get a chance to meet my other friends that came here with me from The Island of Errol?
Kyra: Not yet, but I'll be very happy to see them once you introduce them to me.
Mily: You got it. I gotta get going. Signal's clear. *Blows her whistle twice, and pulls her train with Al, and Falcon*
Al: Welcome back Kyra.
Falcon: Good to see you again.
Kyra: *Closes her eyes, and sighs happily* It's really been too long since I've done this.
The End
SeanTheHedgehog Productions. Copyright, 2023.
This is a Trainz Fan Fiction. A prequel showing how Rachael, and Suzie joined the Eastern Pacific in 2015.
Maple Hill Minnesota. December, 2014
It was a sunny afternoon with plenty of snow on the ground. A freight depot is seen as a brown 2-2-2 steam locomotive happily waits for her signal to turn green. This beautiful engine is named Rachael, and she's about to take a refrigerated boxcar north, to Thunder Bay Canada.
The only other car in her consist was a caboose. Both cars were the same shade of brown...
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Maple Hill Minnesota. December, 2014
It was a sunny afternoon with plenty of snow on the ground. A freight depot is seen as a brown 2-2-2 steam locomotive happily waits for her signal to turn green. This beautiful engine is named Rachael, and she's about to take a refrigerated boxcar north, to Thunder Bay Canada.
The only other car in her consist was a caboose. Both cars were the same shade of brown...
