Rarity's Aircraft.

Edit: It's been named the Sky Raptor.

Rarity, Luna and Twilight designed, made in Cloudsdale from the newly installed Sky-Works factory...

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Edit, for the pony's figuring out a name, It's an Interceptor and Bomber. Probably a little like an F-16 but much faster. Smart bomb carrier too...

Re-Edit: Ok here's some story then, not very exciting as it talks about how the ponies and Princess do the engineering stuff, which only some of you may find vaguely interesting.... (added 19/9/2012)


"It must have the body of a deity! - It must be unique! - A bold statement that says – Rarity! Look upon me, for this is the plane of Equestria! –“

Luna’s Ponytech manufacturing facilities were faced with a staggering dilemma when Rarity laid out the design sketches for her new jet.

Rarity continues glowing with enthusiasm, despite the worried look upon Twilight and Princess Luna.

“It shall have retro shaped engines remodeled to look futuristic.”, says Rarity administering her drawings, “This lovely K wing design and long, sleek neck. I want everypony to know how marvelous a purple plane can be.”

Luna and Twilight gather closely about the table skeptically perusing Rarity’s overtly flamboyant design.

“Tis a missile, with thy passenger.”, balked Princess Luna. “Neigh be such impossible aircraft.”
“Hold on a sec Princess.”, said Twilight flipping over the scattered pages, “What about the electric fans from your wave energy capture program, with a bit of code and some modular E-kits, you could stabilize it with vectors… ”
Luna leans in closer. Lightly she strokes her chin with a hoof while her intense, turquoise eyes traverse the plans with renewed scrutiny.
“Thy craft would be swift..”, says Luna flipping a page, “…and thy technology difficult...”. Luna stops on the sheet showing Rarity in flight, “Thy creation wouldst bare a new standard.”

“Naturally.”, says Rarity with glittering eyes.
Luna nods at each, and the assembled mares formally return the gesture in respect for the undertaking.

{ --==--==--==--==-- }

“Pray tell fair Twilight, what of thy remodeled engines?”, said Luna.
“Your majesty, the fan blades pivot on their central axis, allowing them to go from 100% thrust to negative 100% thrust in a matter of split moments, all while maintaining the same rotation speed.”, said Twilight reading through her design notes. “We don’t lose any energy like the old ones which used to stop the fans then reverse the motion. With ours, it’s instant, directional power.”
“Excellent.”, says Luna proudly. “And thy vector ports?”
“We can shunt the air flow easily through them due to the pivot-able fans, they pose no problem.”, says Twilight holding the appropriate diagram. “We can make both the forward and the rear of the engine channel the airflow. We barely need internal gate control.”
Luna nods and is about to speak, Twilight intercepts her thoughts.
“Princess, why didn’t we ever use these before? You’re fan-motor designs are genius. We can even make this thing –almost- hover safely for landing.”, says Twilight beaming with admiration. “With computer control and vectors, even engine or vent failure can be compensated for. This will most likely be the safest plane in the sky.”
Luna chuffed at the praise barely contains her smile, but her serious nature slips in, “But thy wings be problems, still…However, your Princess hath foreseen a solution. Thy wings must swing back a small ways, and thusly thy tip extensions become new rudders at greater velocity.”
“I can,, see that,,, yes… That can work…”, says Twilight reimagining the setout. “It would still be a lousy turner, no matter what we do… But that’s ok, the g-forces will always be low on the pilot and body then.”
Luna nods.
“And with the power capacity, only electric turbines would work,..-”, says a pensive Twilight, “-..do you think Rarity would mind if we make it a nuclear engine? The insulated, ball-uranium safe type?”
“If thy Rarity demands her jet her way, then we hath no choice but to make it so.”, says Luna.
“It’ll require a lot of venting to keep it cool.” Says Twilight pointing to the image showing the rear of the craft.
“Have fair Rarity remodel it to compensate for thy additional vents, perhaps her design flair shall be invigorated anew.”, says Luna.

{ --==--==--==--==-- }

Much later, nearing the end of the design phase, Luna was still uncertain about the final CAD pictures. The craft now made perfect sense, but its payload was terribly, terribly small. She ran a hoof over a trackball, spinning the 3d model on the screen. “How can thee defend thyself if one can neigh breech the air..”, said Luna deflating, “Nor lift from thy earth.”
The Princess of the Night was beginning to feel the strain of the multitude of refits and notations piling up about its inferior carrying capacity. It was beginning to look like a hopeless, fat, fast whale with no weapons to speak kindly of. Twilight had engineered all that she could from thrusting vector control, but the truthful sums and numbers drained the Princess of her enthusiasm. “Tis a pretty whale.”, sighed the Princess.

Luna reached over to find a stray red pen to administer the final deathstroke to Rarity’s dream plane. Scratching over papers, her keyboard, folders and calculator, oddly her pens could not be found. That was until she realized she had been throwing them around wondering how this dart of a plane could fly better without proper wings.

Luna looked upwards at the ceiling.

One pen, stuck in the roof above her its nib buried deep, dangling like the Sword of Damocles. She held her gaze at its light form precariously logged in the fine white foam tile.
Luna wearily returned her sight to the screen in front.

A shiver ran down her spine.

She bounded up from her chair, sending it smashing reward. Her eyes seared with intensity, the same daggers’ intensity that her sister often recalled as the eyes of Nightmare Moon.

She gazed at the solid form 3d picture of Rarity’s jet on the screen, thoughts careening through her head.

Her eyes narrowed to slits and a wide grin spawned over her mouth. With forceful hoofs she plucked up the monitor and flipped it on its right side. The planes image now stood upright, just like the pen in the roof.

“Tis a rocket, neigh a jet!”, said Luna staring deep into the image.

Luna clobbered a heavy hoof on the desk sending it’s entire contents upward. In split moments she snatched her mobile phone as it appeared from the flying clutter. Instantly she magically pressed a number while the debris clattered and broke upon the floor.

“TWILIGHT!”, yelled the Princess.
“Hunh? Wha..? It’s the middle of the night? Who’s yelling at me?...”, said a weary voice.
“Twilight! Your Princess hath found a solution to lift fair Rarity’s fat plot into thy air!”, said a joyous Luna.
“Oh? Oh! Princess Luna! .. Oh, its you! Oh, wait, you have? What with Rarity’s rear?”, said Twilight trying to grip consciousness.
“Rockets!”, said Luna.
“Rockets?”, asked Twilight pensively, “But, but there is no room to fit anything more. Our fat whale as you call it will end up being a pregnant one if we add extra equipment. Your not talking disposable rockets are you?”
“Neigh fair Twilight, thy engines can also form a bell aperture inside, tis neigh a perfect bell, but tis a suitable for thy rocket blast chamber. Your Princess hath the design in her head. I shall cometh immediately to thine chamber, prepare thy self in thy nightgown if thy must.”
*Click* goes the receiver.
Twilight looks at a sleeping Spike. “Why does she always work so late at night?”.. “Oh wait… Dam it, why couldn’t she be the princess of lazy Sunday afternoons, or the princess of comfortably awoken mornings...”

With forethought, Luna had gifted Twilight with enough chocolate to keep a rhino in orbit. Throughout the night and remaining morning the two mares reengineered the rear of the engines to now include a strong closing bell aperture, whilst still allowing airflow past, albeit rather constricted.

“See fair Twilight! Thy rocket is made! Thy engine be a true rocket, a fan and vector unit.”
Twilight nods her head, it was done. The carrying capacity of Rarity’s new jet was instantly quadrupled. It now had a fair chance of being a particularly fast jet with a protected cargo bay for all manner of weapons. It’s low velocity handling when at full weight began to mimic a standard jet.
A sleepy Spike leaned over and looked at the drawings on the coffee table, “So you put a missile in your missile jet?”
“Precisely!”, beamed Luna.
“I’m sure there is a joke for that somewhere.”, yawned Spike.

{ --==--==--==--==-- }

“My dear and faithful student, what have you learned about friendship today?”, asked Princess Celestia to her adoring Twilight.
“Princess, I’ve learned that your sister is one mean mother-slapper who won’t compromise her principles until the job gets done. Friends should be there for each other to help and not hinder the creation process, then they can make this!”, said Twilight ripping open a giant curtain in Celestia’s main ceremonial hall.

“Hi Darlings!”, beamed a uniformed Rarity leaning on a ladder at the cockpit of her fully assembled new, shiny jet.

*FLOMP!*

“Princess?”, queried Twilight, “Princess Celestia, are you okay?”.

"Psst", said Luna capturing a guards attention, she then nodded in Celestia's direction, "Code 3 again.”

Ah.. Princess?