(This session is divided into three segments. The beginning consists of Launchpad and Spitfire. The middle consists of Oboyo, Egon, Helios, and M85. The final segment is everyone combined.)

It's mid-day, in downtown Shrike, and most of the commercial establishments seem to be packed with people bustling about with work appointments or lunch breaks. Amid them, however, is a simple one-story office, bearing the logo of the Wonderbolts, and the personal signature of Spitfire, who's sitting inside at one of the few desks in the building, going over reports and recruitment forms.

The door cracked open as a muscular, bipedal pelican entered. The creature seemed to be fascinated in what he had found, simply taking in the sight of the office in awe and completely oblivious to any others working nearby. (Oboyo)

"No, no, no, and not good enough..." With an irritated sigh, Spitfire shakes her head before looking up from the paperwork at the unexpected arrival of a... pelican, in her office. "Why aren't there any good applications here, and what is this...?"

The pelican seemed to be so infused with awe that he didn't even hear the comments from the Wonderbolt. It would seem that a more effective means of getting his attention would be in order. (Oboyo)

The relative lack of attention has Spitfire drawing in a deep breath as she stands up, and fixing the musclebound pelican with a sharp gaze. "Ten-HUT!"

"Whoa!" shouted the startled bird, reacting almost naturally towards the order. He snapped to attention and began to state his name, "Scoutmaster Junior Woodchuck Launchpad McQuack reporting, sir-mam!" It hadn't quite dawned on the bird yet just who he was reporting to. (Oboyo)

"As you were." Spitfire steps out from behind her desk, scrutinizing her potential recruit intensely. "Good form. I'm going to guess you're not here to apply for the Wonderbolts?"

"Aww gee, thanks!" said the bird as he relaxed, feeling somewhat humble. "What's The Wonderbolts?" asked Launchpad with a confused look on his face. He forgot what he was doing, he simply spotted the building and imagined a kind of air force club. Not that he'd be able to join one anyway, as he was already contracted to earn a piece of silver a mile for another employer. (Oboyo)

At this, Spitfire blinks a few times, before about-facing and moving to a small display case near her desk. "That's new... The Wonderbolts are the premier military organization in Equestria, tasked with protecting the Princesses and ensuring peace, as well as hosting airshows."

"Airshows? Oh boy! I love airshows!" shouted the beefy bird, flinging his arms up into the air. He then pulled them down an scratched his head, "Ehh..heh heh..I don't know anything about protecting princesses though. I once crashed Mr. McD's expensive biplane during one. The crowd was so excited that they carried me outside! Heh heh heh, good times." said Launchpad, ending with a sigh. (Oboyo)

The enthusiastic exclamation has Spitfire practically sweatdropping, before raising one forehoof to her forehead. "Ok, so getting you into the Wonderbolts isn't as much of a good bucking idea... Regardless. There has to be a reason why you came into a Wonderbolt recruitment office."

"Aw gee..I didn't mean to interrupt anything. I was just running an errand for Mr. Jinsaka when I saw this place. I thought it could have been some kind of air force club, heh. I'm his pilot now, but we're waiting for the helipad to be finished before we go on his ghost hunting adventures to the save the cleft and all. It'll be tons of fun!" proclaimed Launchpad loudly without a care in the world for restraints on his personal business. (Oboyo)

"Well, even if this isn't Equestria, and I'm not as responsible for leading the other Wonderbolts or protecting Princesses Cadance, Celestia, Luna... You can count Spitfire in, and I won't let you down, with my military training!"

Launchpad looked a little confused as he scratched his head, "Uh..you want to come along too? Okay! Mr. Jinsaka's waiting for me right now, so I can introduce you to him!" Launchpad then began to head for the door he entered, "I can't wait to fly again! My last crash was pretty awesome, hehe." (Oboyo)

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Various noises filled the afternoon air, a norm for the industrious and independant city of Shrike. Upon a bench near a produce stall sat a man wearing a dark trenchcoat, and next to him sat a blonde haired man holding a little device. "So that thing's always going to detect me, huh?" asked the man wearing the trenchcoat. (Oboyo)

"M85, we have said it once and we will say it again. Your landings suck with that jet engine." A slightly charred-loking Helios hovered out of a nearby side street, followed by a apologetic M85. "Bah, forget it. We have plenty of time to practice later."

The blonde haired man nodded, "Not because Florence is aware or anything, but simply because of the properties that make up the Spirit Rune. It's not entirely a bad thing, so long as I keep the details about it out of potential enemy hands. I can come up with a reason for it and explain that to the others. As if you're carrying a 'leader beacon' or something." (Oboyo)

Oboyo smirked at the idea of a 'leader beacon', but he was fine with whatever Egon thought worked best. It was then that the two noticed the enormous mechon nearby. Egon kept a focused face as he gazed at the robot, keeping silent while Oboyo made a comment, "Well there's a hulk. The Engineer's Guild really should come up with size regulations on their creations."

"Well, for now we need to go and get more metal alloys. Where was that map again?" The M85 obligingly pulled out a road map of the town from the storage compartment on it's back. "Ah, thank you." Helios studied the map for a minute. "Looks like the shop is over there, past that bench."
Helios looked over at the two men on the bench. "Huh... Our scans indicate something off about those two. Can't place it, though." The M85 shrugged and chirruped something. "What? NO, you can't just go up to a person and ask them why they are wierd! That's horribly rude."

Egon remained silent, staring at the enormous mechon relentlessly. Oboyo glanced over with a smirk on his face, "Whatcha think? Are the stars going to be out tonight?"
Egon wasn't amused. "Very funny. Well, your pilot's still out goofing around. Why don't you go and see if it's 'fate'?" mumbled the scientist, still reluctant to accept such a concept. Oboyo shrugged to himself, the man had a point. He then got up and attempted to approach the mechon, but then stopped to think to himself. These two were a little..trickier to approach than the others he's been meeting lately.

The M85 struggled to fold the map for a moment before giving up and just stuffing it back into its compartment. Helios, meanwhile, went over to meet with the man who was coming towards them. "Say, we remember you. You were in Truce the other day, wern't you?"

Oboyo scratched his head a little, seemed Guardia's famed city was more bustling than he thought. He had also expected to be conversing with the giant and not the tinier mechon. "Erm..that's right. I was paying my respects to a recently departed friend. My name's Oboyo Jinsaka. That's quite a buddy you've got with you."

"Oh, yes. The M85 is rather imposing, we must admit. But it follows us." Behind Helios, the M85 huffed irritably. "Anyway, we haven't properly introduced ourself. We are Helios."

Oboyo nodded, "Good to meet you, Helios. I'm waiting for my pilot to finish his business. This whole 'save the cleft from ghosts' thing is gonna get real stressful in the near the future." said Oboyo shamelessly. Egon could be seen facepalming and groaning in response.

"Rid the Cleft of ghosts?" Helios flickers his lens in confusion. "We were unaware that this was a problem. Do you need any help?"

Were the scientest able to facepalm any further, his hand would be protruding through his skull. He couldn't believe how easy it was. Truly, Oboyo was a master recruiter. Or just damn lucky.
Oboyo nodded with a serious look on his face. "Yeah, it's a problem. Maybe not so much for..well..mechanical beings..but a single ghost can ruin multiple lives." said Oboyo as he turned and gazed at the various citizens doing their own things. "The cleft is home to many kinds of beings. It would be hateful and genocide to say that all spirits have to be purged, but those who linger around with the living are rarely benevolent. Besides that..well.."
Oboyo then turned back towards Helios, "..if you can trust such things from a complete stranger..let's just say that the cleft will soon be seeing a lot of them. And not one will be of benevolent intent."

"Well, we aren't sure what a hulking death machine that has an odd passion for growing flowers during the spring months and ourself can do to help, but we wouldn't mind providing assistance." Helios thinks for a moment. "Oh, this is an excellent opprotunity to design new weaponry!"
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After an hour of packing her gear, and making sure the office is locked up tightly, Spitfire skillfully works a key into the pair of locks with one forehoof, before picking both saddlebags and her armor up, then rising into the air. It's as she flies away from the recruiting center that the Wonderbolt commanding officer catches sight of both 'Mr. Jinsaka' and Helios.

At the same time, Launchpad could be seen from the air a street away, clearly goofing off again. (Oboyo)

Even with most of her gear packed into the pair of saddlebags hanging from her back, Spitfire doesn't seem to have much trouble flying, even as she catches sight of Launchpad off in the distance and casually glides to Launchpad. "Well, I've got everything I need for the trip, McQuack."

Launchpad seems to be in his own world again, looking around and keeping to himself. Perhaps another means of getting his attention would be in order. (Oboyo)

"Oh, come on... /EYES!/" While hovering in midair, Spitfire draws in another deep breath, before flying close to Launchpad's face and shouting.

Launchpad gasped as he heard Spitfire's voice, snapping to attention and shouting loudly, "Scoutmaster Launchpad McQuack reporting, mam!" He had no idea what the command actually meant, he was just reacting. (Oboyo)

"Now that I've got your attention... I've packed all my equipment, and locked down the office." With this, Spitfire's landing and folding her wings, at the same time she slips the office key into her right saddlebag and pulls the hood of her uniform over her face.

"Huh? Oh yeah! Aw gee, Mr. Jinsaka's probably been waiting for a while. He should be over by the square with the doc. Let's go!" said Launchpad, leading Spitfire over in the right direction. "Heh heh. I never get tired of this city. I wonder how many crashes those guys in the guild have survived. Not nearly as many as I have, I bet!" proclaimed Launchpad proudly. (Oboyo)

"I'm going to do the smart thing, and just avoid asking about it..." There's a nonchalant shrug from Spitfire, even while she flies slowly after Launchpad to meet the rest of the group. "It's kind of the same for me, even if I'm far from Canterlot and Cloudsdale, or Equestria in general."
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Oboyo smiled. "I'm glad to hear that you believe me. Very well, Helios. Welcome to the Paranormal Deliverance Force." At the same time, Launchpad could be seen around the corner with Spitfire. "Hey Mr. J! I finished that errand! I even got a tip!" shouted the bird loudly, catching a few glances from onlookers in the process. Oboyo groaned and turned towards the muscular pilot.
"Took you long enough. And it seems you've made a friend." said Oboyo, turning to look at Spitfire.

"Well... From one military organization to another..." Despite her comment, Spitfire's remaining professional, and stopping about a foot from Helios and you to render a crisp salute. "Captain of the Wonderbolts, Spitfire, reporting and awaiting your commands."

Helios glances over at the pony and the mallard-man. "Oh, hello there Spitfire. You are here for the same thing as us, we assume?" The M85 waves at the duo from behind Helios and chirrups a greeting.

Oboyo raised an eyebrow as he looked at Launchpad once then back towards Spitfire, not completely sure of what just happened. How did they meet and what the hell did he say to her? "Uh..well..it's a pleasure to have you, Captain Spitfire. You certainly seem.." Oboyo trailed off slightly as he examined her equipment, "..ready to go."
Oboyo then turned towards Helios, "You two know each other? Ahaha, Egon! Tell me again that you don't believe in fate!" said Oboyo, turning around to shout at the blonde scientist who was still sitting on his bench, who simply ignored him. Oboyo shruged and continued on, "Our group is based in a manor just off of the intersection of Main and Kohryuu street. If you're not busy right now, I could give you a tour around the place. Although.."
Oboyo then turned towards the M85. "..He has to stay outside. At least until I get a bigger door."

Helios nods. "It's just as well, we still need to pick up the alloys from the shop over there and the M85 can take care of it by itself." Helios motions for it to head over to the shop. The M85 sighs and walks over to the store. "Well, lets be off to see your manor then."

"We've met before, yes. And it'll be an honor to fight alongside all of you for this realm." Again, Spitfire's saluting, before deciding to move with the group into the manor. "I've ensured that the Wonderbolt recruiting office will remain closed for the duration of this operation."

Oboyo nodded towards both of them as he turned towards Kohryuu street. Egon rose to his feet and beckoned for Launchpad to follow. Oboyo smiled to himself and felt accomplished, in what was a simple daily errand fate had granted him new allies for the inevitable war. Perhaps the task that was forced upon him wouldn't be so difficult after all. Only time would tell.