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Mechanid World - The Reckoning

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Brody Crophopper didn’t enjoy crop dusting. He never did, regardless of how he was built as a mechanid.

He didn’t have much of a choice when he was younger. It was either work under Leadbottom and get paid to crop dust in order to save up money to move out and go to college or be trapped crop dusting forever.

He was, according to Leadbottom, one of the best if not the best he had ever seen.

As soon as he had enough saved in the bank to last him until college graduation, Brody promptly had quit Leadbottom’s business, much to the old flyer’s dismay.

He focused on his studies, learning, getting a degree and eventually certified to become a high school biology teacher.

But this time, he wasn’t alone. He had met his now wife Lynn in college and they had fallen in love.

They were blessed with their first born, Dusty. two years into their marriage and when Dusty was fifteen, had their second child, Andrew “Andy” Crophopper. They were overjoyed, two healthy sons. Dusty adored his little brother.

But Brody could see history seeming to repeat itself before his eyes.

“Dusty, you can quit anytime. I will happily pay whatever needed to help you pay for whatever it is you need but you don’t have to.” He remembered saying to his son as he sat with him outside during a cool summer evening. His son was exhausted from a day spent flying and dusting crops. He was turning eighteen soon.

“Dad, I can’t lean on you and Mom for these things. You guys have another kid to look after. It wouldn’t be fair to Andy if you guys couldn’t get him something he needed or wanted because you spent it on me. I have to stand on my own and…” Dusty sighed, laying back on the grass, closing his eyes. “This is what I’m gonna be stuck doing.”

“No. Do I look like a cropduster?”

Dusty opened an eye, looking at his father, confused. “Do you what now? Of course you’re not a cropduster.” He laughed. “You’re a teacher.”

“And you want to become a racer?” Brody asked his son seriously. Dusty went silent before nodding as he sat up quickly.

“More than anything.” He looked up at the stars. “I want to fly fast. So fast the world won’t know what hit it.”

“Then I have something to tell you.”

Father and son locked eyes. One serious the other curious.

“Remember this, anytime someone tells you to give up or tells you that you aren’t built for it. You are more than what you are built for.”

“I’m more than what I was built for.” Dusty echoed.

“More than just a cropduster, right?”

Dusty got a determined look. “Never gonna crop dust again once I’m a racer”

Brody ruffled his son’s hair, pulling him close. “Good. I don’t want you to feel like you’re trapped crop dusting forever.”

“I’m not Dad but thanks.”

“Anytime.”

Dusty had used that phrase many times in his life and proven everyone wrong about him.

But Brody was not at Propwash now to reminisce about his son’s teenhood and their bond.

But for vengeance.

“Oh, Leadbottom!”

Lynn guided her younger children away, reasoning that they could see their brother, figuring if Brody was on the rampage it was best to just let him go nuts.

“Brody, remember, murder is illegal.” She said.

Andy and Olivia gave their mother shocked looks. “Is he gonna actually kill him?” Brody heard Andy ask as they rounded a corner.

Brody cracked his knuckles. Oh no. He’ll just WISH he was dead.

He came to a stop, seeing Leadbottom taking a break. “Hey, you!”

The old plane looked up. “Oh, Brody. It’s been awhile. Come back for some crop dusting?”

Brody felt his eye twitch. Do I really look like a farmer still? “NO! I came here because of you harassing my son!”

“Which son?”

“DUSTY!” He practically roared.

“Oh. Wait, was this about that racing nonsense?” Leadbottom got an annoyed look. “I told him, he should just give up on racing and now he’s never going back to crop dusting.”

Brody cracked his knuckles. “Good, because heaven forbid your house catches fire and Dusty remembers how horrible you treated him when he was INJURED of all things! HE COULDN’T EVEN GO PAST EIGHTY PERCENT AND YOU WANTED HIM TO CROP DUST!?” Now the screaming had begun.

“At least I was giving him a job!”

“Which he didn’t need! You think racing doesn’t make good money!? He made half a million in the last several months with racing ALONE! That’s more than he’d ever make CROP DUSTING.” Brody yelled back. “And not only that but now he’s also firefighting which is an amazing career. He’s doing some REAL good and proved one thing.”

“That so?” Leadbottom raised an eyebrow, remembering how similar Brody and Dusty were as far as stubbornness went with their dreams.  

“That the Crophoppers are more than what we were built for. And if you ever… EVER treat my son like that again, you won’t have any crops to dust.” Brody vowed. “He may be an adult now but that is still my little boy.”

“Look, I didn’t realize what I said was that offensive.”

“Don’t you dare apologize to me. It’s my son you owe that too. Dusty has been through enough heck.The fact you’re so senile as to not see the hurt you caused him… That’s unforgivable. You can tell me my dreams and goals were useless but at least I’m doing something I’m proud of.” Brody glared. “Now, got anything to add?”

Leadbottom sighed. “... I’m sorry.”

“Hmph, good day.” He stormed off.

Eventually, he came upon the fire station, seeing Dusty messing around with his siblings, the three of them laughing up a storm. Olivia was on her brother’s shoulders, using his goggles, Andy was next to him.

“Set up for a drop!”

“Oh no! The fire’s spreading!”

“Hurry!”

Lynn stood off to the side, laughing at the silliness. Brody went over, hugging her.

“It went bad?”


“I was yelling.”

“Oh, Love.”

“Sorry… but I didn’t kill him at least.”

“Good boy.”

Brody shrugged.

Worth it. I will always guard my kids.
Storm: Hey guys Storm here. Anyone who's seen Planes: Fire and Rescue has seen the way Dusty was treated by Leadbottom while he was injured of all things and I'm sure we all wished he got his comeuppance and Dusty's father Brody was happy to give it to him!

Don't anger a Papa Wolf. He'll tear you to shreds.

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