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The hanger was normally alight with the buzz of activity, its massive expanse was able to hold an array of aircraft and vehicles that could be deployed at a moment's notice. Right now, in the midst of a very long period of peace, there was hardly anything to be alarmed about. That didn't keep the massive airship, of which the hanger was housed within, from being on active duty. It stayed among the clouds near the border of its home country, like some colossal metal triangle held aloft by just as gargantuan rotors.

Despite the fact that the only war machines that were routinely launched were for training and surveillance purposes, the ship still required the entirety of its staff to keep everything running well enough. The whole ship was like a living organism, in that most activity died away when the sun went down, leaving the hanger in a state of silent rest. Save for a couple of individuals that went about their nighttime business, there wasn't anyone else around for the whole section.

Far off to the side of the hanger near the drop doors was an elevator that was rapidly ascending towards the higher decks. It rattled on, a wrought iron cage with mesh sides and a mesh gate that held those that were inside from falling out. When the elevator got closer to its destination it slowed and finally stopped, the highest possible floor in the room.

Before the cage had even come to a halt it was easy to see who was all inside, in this case there was only one occupying the cart. Beyond the steel mesh work, a large figure was easy to make out. From the sheer size and shape many would have thought it to be a huge man, but the opposite was true. When the telescoping doors pulled apart a hefty woman was revealed. She was tall and muscular, arms as thick as bridge cables showed a hard life of manual labor, though her disposition as a rhino likely helped in that department. She was a very broad shouldered individual, often having to step sideways when going along many of the high strung catwalks that crisscrossed through the hanger.

When she stepped out, the metal grating gave a slight shudder beneath her weight. She wasn't a fat individual by any standard, but she held an intimidating thickness that some might have mistaken for such. Powerful thighs allowed her to stride about with ease and stay on her feet with hardly any rest. If anything, a lot might have considered her to be very curvy, her figure akin to an hourglass as she had a massive bust that matched her butt. Not too many of her features were accentuated though, a pair of dirty overalls atop a grease stained, white shirt kept her to a modest standard.

She stared down the long suspended corridor with tired eyes before she leaned down and took a hold of the incredible heavy tool box that she was often tasked with carrying around. This time was no different, though it was far beyond her normal work schedule to be in the hanger at this time of night. She couldn't keep an annoyed grimace from showing on her face as she went down the catwalk and glanced around at the massive skyhooks that held the legion of aircraft aloft.

In any other circumstance she wouldn't have agreed to come out there, but there was an urgency to the call she had received from her friend. She would have normally shirked this kind of thing off, but she held a certain softness for this particular individual that she was going to meet. It was likely their shared kinship to being orphans with no one else but themselves, but that was often tested, her friend being quite the trickster.

From a distance away she was able to see that a light had bloomed against one of the suspended aircraft and the dancing shadow of another woman hard at work at something. So far it didn't seem like her friend had lied at all, but the encounter was still pretty young. Before long, the heavy footfalls of the rhino woman alerted the other to her presence. From behind a large opened piece of armor a face peaked out, a set of goggles set on her face.

She held the long cunning snout of a vixen, her fur a shade of orange that gave off the appearance of sherbet ice cream. She was very similar to her burly friend in a lot of ways, sharing the typical strong physique of a life long mechanic. Though she wasn't as tall or big, she was still more than capable of holding her own in any heavy lifting situation.

"It's about damn time, Ruth!" the fox girl laughed and slowly got up from her prone position. She was wearing a loose fitting red t-shirt tucked into a pair of blue jeans that hugged her hips. An open box of tools was laid out nearby, which lent credence to her actually doing work and needing help with something.

"Terry! Causing trouble again?" the other grumbled as she got near enough to peer down past her large horn at the vulpine. Her voice was deep and slightly hinting at a foreign accent.

"No!" Terry shouted and folded her arms over her voluptuous bust.

"Yeah, we'll see about that," Ruth said as she pushed past the fox and set her own tools down by the others. "So what do you have going on here?"

"I promised Roy that I'd get the Charge Capacitor back in but its...kind of jammed? I'm not strong enough to push it all the way in," Terry admitted and bit at her lip, her cheeks flushing as she wasn't one that freely admitted defeat, but it was getting pretty late. The sour attitude made the rhino woman chuckle to herself as she peered a bit closer to the partially dismantled aircraft. To get down where the Charge Capacitor was she went to her knees and moved closer. The action had her large backside become pushed out, a sight that had certainly caught the vixen's attention.

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