The Crew: Shadows of the Past

Prologue

P.O.V.: Drake

Drake's species: as of prologue he's human.

Time: late afternoon

Location: Drake's Workshop of Mechanical Madness

Hi I'm Drake. You probably know absolutely nothing about anything going on, but of course that is understandable. Now before the crazy stuff actually begins I must warn you this story will also be told by most of the others within The Crew so do not be alarmed also please go away if you do not like foul language thanks. Now on with what happened before I got my dumbass frozen.

It all started about five months after getting married and getting my workshop finished.

"And that's the art of weapon forging" I sing totally not parodying a song at all while reforging my broken halberd.

"Drake, why are you singing Art Of The Dress?" I here my wife, Monika, say as she walks downstairs.

Monica is a little taller than me, has long brown hair, and emerald green eyes.

"First off I am not sewing. Second I don't think dresses can be made in a blacksmith forge and third I am actually singing The Art Of Weapon Forging." I say as put the heated metal in a bucket of water for a moment.

It is true I am a brony. The only people that know are part of the crew. If word got out to the public that I liked pastel colored miniature horses my status as hero would probably turn to zero.

Monica responds with a giggle and says "I know but you are just so fun to mess with."

"I'm glad you think so." I say as I look at my new halberd.

"Marshall called by the way he wants The Crew to meet in a couple of hours." Monica says.

"Another fucking meeting? God damn he's really getting on my nerves with these meetings I mean seriously we almost had to cancel our wedding for a damned meeting." I say in a grumpy manner.

"I know what you mean because if you remember he called a meeting right as we had to leave to catch our flight to Scotland for our honeymoon which we missed. In fact I believe he owes us a week off for our honeymoon." Monica says matter of factly.

Not that I disagree with that I mean I missed my honeymoon because Marshall decided to call a damned meeting at midnight so I do not disagree with the fact.

"True point. Lets head to the meeting room so we can have words. This is a democratic crew after all."

"Then why does Marshall keep getting reelected as the boss?" Monica asks.

"Because we thought Marshall would've not ran every single time. I should bring this up with Error. I'm sure Error can agree that our boss needs a term limit." I say as I start walking upstairs still holding my halberd.

"And a limit on meetings per month." Monica chimes following me as I make my way to the third basement down which is also where I live because the main floor of the base is where our meetings are held and where The Crew can just chill, the first basement is basically a gym The Crew uses for running drills and exercising, the second basment is our pool and where we train before we do underwater stuff, and the fourth basement is my "workshop of horrible things" as was coined after I built the IMC or the Ice Cream Machine, which didn't make ice cream despite it's name and appearance. I got some parts I needed from some shady guy and it turned out the parts I got were unstable and instead the machine sent the entire crew through the multiverse .

It wasn't fun the first or second time. The second time was cause by some old "friends" of mine.

But the final reason I live in the third basement is because I can and because someone needs to stay at the base at all times.