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>Citadel Doctor Heartbeat >>26337461 >Eyebrows inquisitively raising at your inspection, the mare flicks her ears in silent amusement, the right side of her muzzle pulling back in clinical exasperation. "You.. barely answered my question. Not like other humans, are you."
>Releasing a quiet, mock indignant exhale, the Citadel Doctor silently leans forwards, her chest pressing against the medical bed with a a wide, demure and dubious smile. "I questioned Oranti thoroughly as to what occurred in the Atrium, and despite my best efforts to understand what seems to be some form of conditioning, you seem to be much more private and suspicious than the two whom came here before.. not that I am surprised, merely cautious, after all, I must ensure the Citadel's operations function as smoothly as possible."
>Eyeing the heap of mushrooms, flatfish, and several small token shrimp on the wooden serving plate with a morbid nose twitch, Heartbeat's eyes roll up to you, nose twitching in morbid fascination. "The wonders of biology and culture, perhaps. Perchance you would tell me, are humans omnivorous? Rumors abound and conflict quite often on Tallus you see, and it would be much more helpful if I were to know the standard human diet in order to assign proper medical treatments.. within reason, of course."
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>Post #1/2: Shanis & Roust >>26346278 >Giving her best hopeless shrug, the Vanguard's blue eyes orient on the Mercenary Queen blatantly keeping her own accord, the Changeling's tone contemplative. >'You have likely seen reactions similar to hers before, specifically from Naliyna, Twisted Wing, Doctor Tipper, and Mercy. It is a form of self-preservation against unknown factors, but mostly embarrassment since she is asking a deeply personal favor from mares that are unaligned with her. While most of us consider her a good friend, Shanis shows her emotions very easily, which makes me think she is not used to close interaction.' >Gazing at the old world scenes above, Roust's four insectoid wings flick several times in irritation. >'I think I was a builder. There are many memories, vague as they are, of constructing domes and carving planting bowls out. I will ask my Queen when we return if that is what I had done.' >Sparing another glance at the pieces taking up the dome's center, Shanis points a serrated blade at the top of the stack, angling it down and apparently trying to count them.. which wasn't going well for her. "..I'm not even sure here. Roust, help me out will you?"
>'Of course they are, and yes, there are approximately eight hundred resonances here. I do not understand why, but Changeling chitin is able to survive for millenia, similar to insect chitin, without degrading much. Spiral once stated our psionic makeup is able to preserve them even more so than normal, which is why I requested him to produce your armor from my sheds. Also, our armor is much more comfortable than most other materials!' "Innnnteresting info. I'll take your word on it, but I still don't feel right being here."
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>Post #2/2: Shanis & Roust >>26346278 >Slowly swiveling her head back in a manner that seemed to be questioning her sanity, the winter suited pegasus purses her lips tightly, keeping her voice neutral through a very disturbed mental question directed at you. "I.. uh, I don't.. have enough experience with psions to understand this imprint business, but I have been told by numerous sources that they're basically 'stains' on reality. Most are benign, some are just echoes of the past, or something like that, but others can be trouble. I'm not good with anything I can't touch, so let me know if I need to get out of here."
>"Does this mean you're WEARING parts of her? I'm all for fun fetishes but that's kind of weird to be honest.. ..I'm just gonna go check out what this stuff on the racks is." [1d6+2] <E.Weakened Scouting
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>'Give me a bit to inspect it, though I think it is too faded to tell much.' >Very much unfinished, the platforms had been hewn from some form of igneous rock that seemed indigenous to the region, not quite granite, yet reasonably tough enough to withstand their use as possible temporary sleeping quarters. >Scattered across the rough surfaced stone was a large number of old Crystal Kingdom era coins, most of which were copper and bronze, although a scattering of quartz, amethyst, agate, garnet, topaz, and peridot mintings were apparent. >It seemed strange to you why such normally common semiprecious stones would be used as coins, particularly since silver, gold, and much more valuable gems were readily available in what would eventually become the Empire's lands. >Studying the odd biotype for some time in deep thought, rubbing a front hoof on her nose for some time, Roust flutters her wings in surprise. >'Bigger than a Warden, smaller than a Knight? ..I know what this one was, a Baron of the Defender caste, but why does it keep repeating when we are here?' [1d6] <Event The GM-L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk
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>Razorback Fortress, Clinic: Everyelk >>26356187 >Going ramrod stiff straight at hearing the horrified howling coming from an awoken Tipper, all the Druids remained still like deer caught in headlights as the Clinic owner emptied her lungs of oxygen. >Once crushing awkward silence filled the room did they all snap out of it, Astral Poinsettia being the first to break the silence. "Um...Tipsy?"
>Swinging her head back and forth to observe the stuffed interior to ascertain her surroundings, the mature Pred-Elk flicked her ears when she copped on to what might be stressing the medic out so much. "Oh, I see. Humph -Everyelk, listen up."
>Waiting for the procession of ears to swivel in her direction, Astral tapped the edge of her cloven hoof on the clinic floor as she spoke out her plan in a calm demeanor, not wanting to upset her brothers and sisters. "Dust Leaf, Sand Tempest, and Stone Petal, take the food to the Treehouse and leave them on the heatstones, tell Amber not to eat them then return here. Myself and Snowfall will stay."
>Barking happily at their sisters confidence, the three Pred-Elks took the food and galloped off, Astral however catching the door and keeping it open. "Snowfall deer, please vacate the delicious aroma of food from the Clinic."
>Confused, the druid shrugged their shoulders before taking in a deep long breath of air. >With a chest puffed out to hold in such an intake, the elks white muzzle was latched shut as they waited for Astral's order. "Now."
>Tail wagging at being able to release, Snowfall opens up to blow the stench of cooked meaty food out of the door. [1d6+3] E.Druidry
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>Coming back minutes later, the three elks noticed the clinic was a bit chillier and absent of the yummy aroma of meat, though the thought of food disappeared from their minds when they saw Astral and Snowfall sitting at either side of Tipper, giving the old mare a hug. "Group hug!"
>High trotting over, the three joined in. RC-1129 "Thunder Raven" !!kqaqE++AVPJ
>>26362968 >The familiar noise and the rumbling of the ground underfoot brings a grin to the Commando's face. A quick look behind him shows the pleasing results of his work. >The situation is far from stable, however. >The two of them are heavily injured and the Greccion requires immediate treatment. A safer location would be optimal, but his condition necessitates action be taken with minimal delay. >The spear will need to be removed, but doing so immediately will likely result in excess blood loss. Priority goes to the wounds on his back. Fractures, burns, and heavy bleeding. >He doubts that those small devices, whatever they are, can deal with it. >He, however, has something that can. >He opens the suit's systems on his datapad and disconnects his pack, lifting it free of his back. >With the internal Bacta system disengaged, the pain in his chest slowly begins to resurface, but he ignores it as much as he can. >Placing the pack on the ground next to the Greccion, he delves into a section that is rarely accessed, carefully drawing out a tube filled with an unmistakable clear liquid. >That is another concern - it, too, is in limited supply. This tank will last for quite some time, but it won't last forever. >It is not, however, a concern to worry about now. >What is a concern is the state of the operation. Both of them have taken heavy damage, but have managed to kill what is likely an important enemy unit. >Prolonging their time behind enemy lines poses a serious risk, one that is now all the more deadly. He would hate to fail to complete an objective, but it seems sensible to return to base and target the enemy's supplies another time. >They have still achieved something, and the loss of that thing alone could be a blow to the enemy in itself. It will be best to cut their losses and pull back. 1/2
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>>26520560 >With the tank now disconnected from the system, he opens one end. This is certainly not how these specific canisters were intended to be used. It is fortunate that the ends can be removed for restocking purposes, facilitating this improvised application. >That, and the fact that Bacta can be effectively applied in such a manner at all is lucky. It would pale in comparison to the direct injection system his suit utilises, of course. "Sit still, aruetii. This is going to hurt."
>Although he does not have experience in using Bacta on an open wound, it is a reasonable enough assumption that, despite its healing capabilities, it will sting on contact. And hard. >He pours out a small amount of Bacta into the wound, focusing first on the bleeding, applying some Bacta to the burns last. >He does not expect much in the way of a response, but he attempts to make some conversation with the Greccion. An attempt to keep him mentally active may prevent him from losing consciousness. >The battle was hard-fought, and would have been fun if not for the battering the two received. With that detail in mind, a less stirring topic may be suitable, one that would be easier to talk about. "You mentioned family, aruetii, tell me about them."
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>Rune City >In a dim office on the second floor did a pony whom let themselves in find a mare, muzzle scrunched on her table asleep. >Tsking, the other mare jostled the sleepy pone awake with sharp hoof jabs until a disgruntled mewl escaped the unicorns mouth. >After some chitchat in the office' minibar with hot Pink Lace coffee to wake the unicorn up, did a particular topic of importance come into focus. >Said the earth mare, whom was slowly chewing a stocked biscuit, savoring the flavor with skeptical eyes honed squarely on the now fidgeting unicorn. >Swallowing the morsel, the larger pony clacked her hoof down on the polished wooden surface of the bar, marking the panel with a vague imprint. >Silence was all that came, with the unicorn growing more uncomfortable while the earth mare grew angrier. >Backed into a verbal corner, the horned pony retorted back with equal force to get some breathing room in the discussion. >Breathing through her nostrils for a moment, the guest mare leaned back, content to let herself simmer. >Glancing to quick for the other pony to notice, the unicorn coughed to stall for time as her horn was enveloped in a soft glow. >Narrowed eyes widening in surprise as the "Rune Boon" Newspaper floated in front of her, the aggravated expression loosened into a jawdrop as she looked at the main subject of the papers presented. >...
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>Isiet, Rogue Elite Matron >Peering around the door from her trashed personal office to listen in on a report of damage, the white and blue cloud-cloak covered pegasus nods, closing it with an agitated tail flick. >Turning about to eye the smashed heartwood desk with great sadness, Isiet gives a small sigh, then turns towards the suited Mr. Agent, staring downwards for a minute before speaking. >Tiredly motioning with her left wing towards the rear of her office, the new Matron trods off to the north side, collapsing facefirst onto a pile of soft cloud material. >Managing to, barely, roll onto her left side without a grunt, the mare's eyes shut, speaking with a muffled, exhausted tone.
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>Mr.Agent https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pMKYFKpJyM4 >>26520938 >Lighting his fag, he took a puff as the new Matron talked, and she had flopped onto some comfy lookin' clouds did he then talk, his voice more gravel than ever. >Stress and cancersticks will do that to you... "Don' swea'tit, you didn' want more blood stainin' the clouds already."
>Taking the cig out of his mouth and placing it in the nook of his ear, the Operator slightly limped on over to the exit, attaché case clasped tightly in his hand. "Listen, tanks for all the help an' more Isiet, mean it. Ya can count on me to repay you, know wadda mean? Anyways, I'll be informin' the boys back in base whats been happenin'."
>Opening the door fully to leave, he stopped midway through to give Isiet a genuine crooked smile with a wink half hidden behind his cracked shades. "An' I'll be damned if I ain't gonna repair the relations between Las Pegasis an' Razorback! Remember, ya got my business card after all."
>With a final nod he closed the office door behind himself before strutting to the Translocation Stone and back to Razorback, body and mind burdened by healed wounds and crucial information. [1d6] The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk
>>26521096 Another one! Mr.Agent !e88D3nK6Zk
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>Order Territory, The Butchers Den: The Greccion >>26520560 >>26520565 >As you applied the the Bacta to the Greccions wounded back, the muscles under his duel coat shivered in response to the sting of the chemicals. >You could see the applied Bacta was working well on the exposed flesh of your leaders back, he hissing in vague pain as the injury stopped weeping blood. 56/120HP SHOCKED! >Wheezing through a tight beak, the wingless Gryphon opened his eyes to see a greyed out blurry world, the voice he could hear muffled under his heartbeat. "Where...we, where Mino..taur?"
>Forelegs twitching, he tried to move but pain anchored him back down. "Both healthy...safe too..if -if do mission. Must complete...Mission."
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>>26521573 3XP awarded to Thunder-Raven.
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>Eventually, the shouting stopped. >And eventually, the ringing in Collins' ears stopped too, after about five minutes. >He removed his hands from both sides of his head, confident he hadn't gone completely deaf. >And that really wasn't directed at Kalatrine and Thansimum. >No matter how much Collins was glaring at the two of them. >He thought about directing something at Twisted, too. >Something along the lines of how she was being over the batpony filly. >Casual flippancy really didn't seem ideal for not knowing where exactly a young child was. >Especially one who'd only just been rescued from slavery. >And where exactly where Jeff and Belltower, anyway? >That made Collins worry. One part in child safety, the other in the frightening lack of communication between people at the fortress. >Maybe that was as much his problem as everyone else's. >But that could wait for another day. Right now, Collins just wanted this one to end. >Casting a slightly sideways glance at the cat-booted pegasus, the mercenary looked back at the counter, towards Alys and Caliya. >He sighed heavily. >She'd fit right in. There were always vacancies at the madhouse, after all.
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>>26521573 >The sight of the Bacta working on the wound captures the Clone's attention. He had no doubts of Bacta's potency, of course, but a chance to see the more intricate effects of it is interesting. >The bleeding has stopped. The Bacta should be able to go some way towards healing the wound. >For the time being, however, he cannot wait around. >He quickly retrieves his rifle, and returns the canister to its place inside the pack, reconnecting the tank and sealing the compartment before finally mounting it on his back and restarting the systems. >In mere moments, the stinging in his chest is washed away once again. >The Greccion is still conscious. Still wanting to continue, as well. "Still behind enemy lines."
>"Minotaur"? Not a name he's ever heard before, although that much is to be expected. Shouldn't be hard to forget when it comes to making a record later. >He quickly glances back at what is left of a corpse and captures an image of the sight to add to the record later. "It's dead. Very dead."
>"All over the clearing in pieces" is what he would have liked to say, but he can't afford to be as relatively relaxed as he usually is. >The Greccion tries to move, to no avail. Putting physical stress on himself is not going to help the situation. The Commando takes him onto his shoulders as he did before, taking care to avoid contact with the spear and causing any further damage. >Admirable resolve, but being too ambitious has its drawbacks, too. "We're both nearly dead and there's still plenty of ground between us and our target - carrying on is probably going to get us killed. If we pull back, we can recover and target their supplies another time."
>He has a feeling that he's going to insist on pushing forward, so before he has a chance to respond, he changes the topic back, trying to make sure he stays awake. "I've told you a little about mine, tell me more about yours, aruetii."
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>Order Territory, The Butchers Den: The Greccion >>26523092 >Gasping for air as he was lifted up, you felt his claw barely cling onto the edge of your shoulder armour before it slipped back down. "That..good."
>You didn't know which one of your statements that was directed to, but even with his heaving wounds taking their toll on his body, you could hear a faint gratification under that grating voice. >Hindlegs wobbling as he stood supported, the Greccion let his beaked head hang low as he returned to taxed mutters. "Dying sound...good plan. Both females, both...healthy...both persecuted..B -but innocent."
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>>26523950 >The tone of the Greccion's voice suggests that the Bacta is already getting to work. >Thankfully, he seems to agree with the Commando, allowing him to focus on getting out of the area. >As much as he might seem otherwise, he isn't very interested in the Greccion's family, only using it as a way to keep him conscious while the two leave the clearing and head for thicker concealment. "Persecuted? What for?"
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>Order Territory, The Butchers Den: The Greccion >>26525072 >Instead of walking down the decline along the river, you instead go through the forest accompanying forest, in there you got solid footing without fear of slipping and causing more injury. >The flora was thankfully not that thick to cause a hassle with the harpoon still lodged in the Greccions shoulder, whom right now appeared to grow more delirious. "Me...I am c -criminal...Do this for senpai -ily..Die for Kingdoms...or let family...be harmed..."
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>>26356470 >Eric listened closely, eyes flicking about her form as she moved and spoke, hands clasping in his lap. >Surely, even if he was fully drugged-up, there would be some semblance of human movements and emotions in this trip. >His head tilts slightly as he listens, eyes still flicking over her form. >He waits until she was finished explaining, internalizing the entire story as falsehood. >Looking down into the hands in his lap, staring into them for a moment. >He mimics the mare's Inhale/Exhale, then lifts his head to look her in the eye. “Well...”
>He cracks a forced awkward grin. “I've heard cocaine's a hell of a drug, but grenades? This is nuts.”
>He reaches up with his left hand to scratch at his jaw. “Tell me, uhh... Tipper? How likely is it that I'm having a near-death hallucination right now?”
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>>26525834 >The fight does not seem to have drawn too much attention. Perhaps either nobody was close enough to hear, or they assumed that the "Minotaur" was victorious and thus chose not to investigate. >How stupid of them. >The Commando heads back where they entered the area from, staying among the plants as much as possible. >The Greccion seems to be drifting closer to losing consciousness. He isn't bleeding any more, and he is relatively stable. That occurring should be safe. >He details some circumstances that the Clone doesn't think about too much. >The most he assumes is that he has been brought into service as punishment, and that doing so prevents his family from being punished as some sort of an agreement. >He says he's doing it for something or someone - there was a word that definitely wasn't Basic, but it didn't quite sound like the other languages he's heard. >In any case, at appears that this service is expected to end in his demise. >Not unlike the rank and file of the Clone Army. The Commandos, of course, are intended to last a while longer. "Reminds me of someone."
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>>26520146 >Pareidolia examines the plate of food, taking an experimental bite of a mushroom as Heartbeat remarks on his demeanor. >As she leans against the bed, he turns his head to regard her with slightly narrowed eyes, swallowing before responding. >Suspicious? >... >It must seem that way to ponies who know little of human culture. "I have every reason to not be open with disclosing information out of a sense of responsibility, not distrust."
>He looks back to the plate, pinching one of the shrimp tails and eyeing it for a moment before eating it "Humans are biologically omnivorous."
>From what I've heard, misinformation has accumulated as humans continue to operate unchecked >Time would be the most useful resource, greater than even Command's equipment right now. Anonymous
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>>26346284 >Walking out the Armory into the cold night air, you're confronted with.. absolutely nothing out of the ordinary. >A rather suspicious nothing at that since there was hardly any movement on the walls. >Wandering around into the courtyard in a random direction, you manage to flag down several of the black and purple armored ponies on erratic patrol routes during the meandering. >Although each gave you conflicting reports of where the well-known pegasus had wandered to, it seemed as if she may have exited the Fortress through the pagoda. PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi
>Isiet, Rogue Elite Matron >>26521096 >Painfully rolling her head in the opposite direction, just enough to open an eye towards you, the mare lifts a bitten ear up, letting it down with a stilted mutter. "With as many lives have been lost, it wouldn't have mattered, the entire plain under us is bright red."
>Returning a small, coarse snort with a click of her teeth at you, Isiet sneers down into the puffy cloud material, visibly and emotionally drained. "Keh, don't bother, we're done with Equestria. I'll be moving Las Pegasus as soon as critical repairs are done... probably going to creep our way towards Saddle Arabia, weather's always warm there. Stay safe, if that's even possible now."
>Paying less than zero percent attention to you, the still unending lines of battered and still injured pegasi waiting to be seen by even more stressed unicorns, a few of the ever suspicious earth pony druids from the Everfree stare as you pass by, nostrils flaring as they continue their examinations. >Having taken your very simple suggestion (with the proper finder's fee, of course!) to place signs pointing out each area of the Undercity long ago, it was relatively easy to find the newly installed translocation matrice in the southern passageway's end. >Surrounded by a quartet of hostile, aggressively blood red armored pegasi, the small squad of Shanis' elites temporarily on interdiction duty, you're given little more than a second of examination before being quickly waved on, the apparent youngest rasping out an order to send you immediately to Razorback. >Popping into the rarely seen pagoda without so much as a delay of time, it seemed some enterprising individuals had retrofitted the outdoor structure to be much more cozy, and there was even a brand new map of the Fortress posted on the north exit. PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi
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>>26522873 >Keeping a contemptful scowl on the 'surviving' Kingdom adherents, long enough for the silence between the three to become much more antagonizing than you'd have thought possible, Twisted turns her head in your direction. >Silent for a few seconds, a wingblade rotates out from under it's protective feather, pointing towards the Crystal mares in a threatening motion as she speaks, her undertone heavy and cold. "Whatever conflicts you two have better not rise up again, this is not the time and it ain't the place to have schoolyard squabbles. Now, if I can make a suggestion that won't insult your intelligences, I SUGGEST that you help us with this situation in all due haste because it is very quickly chewing the morale of everypony here to pieces. Is this understood?"
>Pursing her lips tightly at the responding nods, worn creases of subdued anger crinkle her eyes for a moment. "Good, now play nice and go with them."
>Glancing towards Malyne leading the other fillies and colt out rather bouncily, the Burning Pegasus turns about, stomping towards the minibar with a barely heard mutter. "You and me both, Thrill, you and me both.."
>Returning an exasperated glower to you, Caliya's ears lay back, eyes narrowed in chagrin and giving a 'do I look like your maid?' stare, giving up with a dismal groan. >Stepping over a cackling Allys, her hooves scraping on the floor slowly, the shaggy gray stallion shakes his mane out in irritation, heading towards the ice chamber in search of the rare bottle of milk. >Picking themselves up and brushing off, Thansimum and Kalatrine don't even spare a look before clopping off after the company of foals, though you do catch a snippet of mocking between them as they exit. [Kingdom Crystal Pony] "Not what I expected her to look like."
[Kingdom Crystal Pony] "I'm surprised she does not have a sign that says 'mare mauler' around her neck-"
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>Order Territory, The Butchers Den: The Greccion >>26526055 >As you hobbled your way through the undergrowth of the forestry surrounding the lake, you could see its large mass was becoming more obscured with every step you took by trees and sticking out bushes. >Shuddering from the shoulder down to his back wound, the Greccions pained voice drowned in gurgles as he talked at a slower pace. "Need...mission...do. -an't go...b-back.."
>With a hacking cough, a globe of blood and bile spat out of his beak, thick residue pooling in his lower jaw to drool out over its sharp edge. "...Die for...family.."
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>>26355735 >Keeping a straight face while Twisted literally shouted the two generals down, Sunny rubbed her ears. >The shout had set them ringing just a bit. >Turning to Twisted with amusement, she raised her voice as though her hearing had been blown out. "DON'T FIND WHAT? DO WHAT AT THE RANGE? WHAT BORDER?"
>>26522873 >What she sent around came around in the form of that humans /hilarious/ little jab about cats. "Oi. You."
>Sunny flipped him the bird with her tertiary pinion with a good natured grin on her face. >Folding her wing back to her side, she muttered bemusedly to herself more than anyone else around her. [Pegasi] "Milk's not even alcoholic."
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>Doctor Tipper >>26526024 >Eyes crinkling at your strange expression, the faded pink unicorn turns her chair halfway, leaning back to eye a cabinet above you. "I don't think there's any cocaine left.. hmmm, nope. Not that it was much good to start with after being rained on. I think one of the human medics threw it out."
>Turning back to offer a small shrug, it's quickly followed by a cheerful smile, turning to point at a small, round glass water bong close to her tea pot, covered from the rear by a small towel. "But I do have about forty varieties of mareijuana from southern Neighvada if you'd prefer, just don't ask where I get it from, and as for explosives I don't allow them in here, there's too much sensitive equipment and supplies to risk."
>Tilting her head to the side with a raised eyebrow, the aged Doctor lifts the cup after a few moments, draining it slowly, then directs it onto her desk with a muted pink glow. "Well-"
>Swiveling her chair to face you, the blanket is pulled upwards from behind her with a similar glow, wrapping around her shoulders, then over her forelegs as she sighs. "To be very honest with you... the chance is high. I know that I would lose my mind if I found myself on another world, mostly because I'm much too old. Listen, if you really want to, I have some.."
>Trailing off for a minute to think, Tipper's ears flick several times apiece, swiveling about to her desk, the top and side drawers opened, peering into each while she speaks. "Some human equipment loaned to me, stuff that I can't use. For obvious reasons"
>Lifting a forehoof and wiggling it with a small, mildly amused snort, four hard shelled plastic kits land next to you with a number of rattling sounds, the unicorn slowly spinning back. "One is something called a stress tester, the other three are ee-lick-trom-neck, or something like that, chemical testers that I've been assured can detect just about anything."
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>The clinking of the ice chunks was the only noise made as Vick sat silently at the bar stool >Patience was usually one of his strong suits and he rarely got excited >But try as he might, he just couldn't stop the welling energy >How much longer should he wait? >Surely a few more hours. >Maybe tomorrow? >Licking his lips in anticipation, he glanced around the room without really seeing anyone >What was he going to do if he caught it? >He could always take his time with it. >A nagging part of him pointed out that it was an innocent animal. In no way deserving of pain >But that voice was much easier to ignore now >The real question was: Did he want to do it? >He knew it would be excillerating. >Excitement like he rarely got. I mean look at him now. He could barely wait an hour >Hmmm >But if he were to decide now. It would kill the excitement? Wouldn't it? >Yes. Much better this way >Smiling much more contentedly, he took a swill of his drink, lighted a smoke and looked around for someone or somepony willing to share in conversation
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>Citadel Doctor Heartbreak >>26526275 >Mildly impressed at the complete lack of flavor, the only taste there was to be had from the obviously rushed sauteing was an overabundance of heavy butter, and a tiny sprinkling of salt. >Staring blankly for a few seconds, Doctor Heartbreak tips her nose down, a rueful smile tugging at the edges of her lips, visibly trying not to laugh. "Do.. you have any idea.. how.. silly that sounds to a medical mare?"
>Cheeks bitten into for a bit, the vibrant pink mare turns her head towards the sleeping golden harpy, then back to you, ears rolling in circles with a thinly hidden smile of amusement. "I do understand not wanting to share species vulnerabilities, especially allergies and the like. That is why I insist on running complete sterilization procedures on rooms, equipment, and patients.."
>Trailing off shortly, Heartbreak turns to slouch against the bed, eyebrows raising in mock resignation, motioning towards Eleyana with her chin in subdued humor. "Despite your 'physical characteristics' not matching up to the rumors most of us have heard by now, humans are remarkably similar to several otherworldly species. This includes harpies, minotaurs, and Shrikes. The reason I am asking you now is.. I have been ordered to, within the next month, devise patient procedures for humans in the event of critical or life-threatening injuries, incapacitation, shock, and loss of extremities."
>Pausing while her ears flatten, the unicorn slowly releases a long, dim sigh, bending down to rub her snoot on the edge of the bed, grumbling in a morose tone. "There are only two factions that can produce prosthetic limbs, and they are much more expensive than we thought. I would much prefer to remain on the Citadel and collate information rather than travel to Razorback, especially since it is so cold down there."
Mr.Agent !e88D3nK6Zk
>Mr.Agent https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IELn5j8aqUc >>26528762 >Even though he had spent months down here in the Undercity, the suited Operator felt a new wave of guilt course through his body as he passed the regularly tired faces of the ponies trapped here, their injuries preventing them from moving on. >Probably a good thing, don't want them to see the mess on the land below. >It cut him deep, deeper than that bane-enchanted blade giving him a limping leg. >This might be the last time he will see this place, for a long time at least. And maybe, MAYBE, if he is able to come back it won't be the same as memories serve. >Ponies here will certainly be more disgruntled. >Right now he needed to inform Razorback, humans and ponies alike of the news he has. Of the events that has transpired. >Although it didn't mean much to them coming from him, Mr.Agent gave the Merc's a friendly pegasi goodbye as he stepped through the Translocation portal. >"Not evena day in the dry cleaners can remove dis stink from me." >On the other side of the portal in the Pagoda, he placed the cig back in his awaiting cracked lips and took a deep puff. >He wanted to calm his nerves now that he was back, since he had an 'ole lotta 'splainin to do. RC-1129 "Thunder Raven" !!kqaqE++AVPJ
>>26530595 >The thickening concealment is appreciated. Ideally, it will spread as far as they need. >The Greccion seems to want to carry on after all. >The line between ambition and stupidity is thin. "Negative. If you've got to die for something, make it worthwhile."
>While it's no concern of the Clone's, the Greccion's situation does sound peculiar. "And you are not bringing me down with you. I don't care if you've got a good reason to die, I've got three good reasons to live."
The GM-L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk
>Order Territory: The Greccion >>26531983 >Your surroundings, and more importantly, the ground under your feet change progressively as time went on, from softwoods and thin bushes to bunched hardwoods and tighter thickets. >Most worryingly of all was that it was slowing down your progress, since you now had to take extra care in not letting the protruding length of the harpoon to get snagged in increasing foliage. "How is...protecting family...n-not worth...while?..."
>His breathing rose in pitch as he said that, might of sounded angry if not for being completely banjacked though. >You felt his claw try again to latch onto your shoulder, but again the smooth surface did not grant such. "Leave me...here...not bring...-ou dow....-oo."
>Once he regained what little stability he had, he tried to talk up more over the sound of your crunching boots on leaves and twigs. "...what rea..sons you...live?"
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RC-1129 "Thunder Raven" !!kqaqE++AVPJ
>>26533389 >Progress is slowing. >The pair are still safe, however. This is acceptable for now. "I mean in relation to the enemy, aruetii. If something's going to cost you your life, it better hit them hard. Unless you're like me, it's a waste."
>It's frustrating enough to have to abandon an objective and fall back. To have the Greccion die would only compound that. >It would also make returning impractical. The Commando has a greater chance of getting lost if he does not have someone who knows the area better with him. "Not happening, aruetii."
>He realises that he may have intended that as an order, but after the events that transpired before, he does not see fit to take orders from him, accentuated by the change in his method of addressing him. "Commandos One-Two-Oh-Three, One-One-Seven-Four, and One-One-Two-Five...four reasons if you include the Republic."
The GM-L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk
>Order Territory: The Greccion >>26534776 >He remained silent as you told him about your brothers and the Republic, though you felt one of his hindlegs sluggishly keeping in tandem with your footfalls. >You stop, the forest floor around you becoming to thick for you to navigate with the impaled Greccion hanging on by your side. >If you were to move onward bushes and trees would hit the long body of the harpoon, potentially increasing the damage already done to the the albinos shoulder. >Looking around, you could barely see the manufactured lake through the swaying treetops. >Despite the arduous journey, time had no relation to your progress it seemed thus far. Anonymous
Anarchy !!4QznITjnpcL
>>26530861 >He blinks and stares, just listening to the doctor speak. “Doctor? That, uhm... That was a joke.”
>Watches as the mare continued, and even brought out those plastic boxes, his gaze following them on their journey to land next to him. “Electronic.”
>His gaze rises back to her and he clears his throat. “And that was more, uhm... Existential, Doctor, than medical.”
>His right arm lifts to scratch at the back of his neck as he shifts and looks off. “Anyways. Is this supposed to be like, a check-up?”
>Gaze returns to her as he gestures to the kits next to him. “Or ah... Is this the check-up?”
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The GM-L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk
>Mr.Agent >>26531860 >Taking out his phone, Mr.Agent called for DJ Lonestar, or anyone for that matter as he read up on the Bulletin Board. >"Lotta happenin's goin' on, aye?" Pareidolia !!jTiS3DP9uQ9
>>26531150 >Pareidolia grimaces briefly as the utterly bland flavor rolls across his tongue. >Far removed from Allys' cooking. Standard fare hospital food. >No change from Earth hospital standards. >He continues eating as Heartbreak elaborates, leaving her initial question as a rhetorical one. >As she mentions her orders, he slows his pace and glances around the room with a furrowed brow. >'Patient procedures for humans' in the event of critical injuries... >Are the Starborn providing joint assistance to alleviate Tipper's workload? >Would provide much needed relief. >If Tipper had agreed to this, why haven't they simply requested information from her? She has the most experience working with humans and would readily provide expertise. >'Cold' is not a sufficient excuse if this is an order. >Prosthetic limbs... >It is surprising that the majority of Razorback has avoided needing them for so long besides that operator with some sort of alloyed arms. >There may be future potential in this project, if I acquire the necessary equipment. >Pareidolia sighs and looks down at Heartbreak as she leans into the bed. "Dr. Tipper would welcome the assistance. While I can provide some information, human medical treatment is not my area of expertise. It would be more useful to request information from Tipper directly as she is better equipped to answer your questions. Mild discomfort would be a small price to pay."
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>Post #1/2: Empire Spa & Hooficure >>26350659 >Lazily tossing the same salute back, Anon slumps down into his couch, the familiar sound of video editing software coming from his cell. "Yeah... later."
> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G8SbRin2GM4 >Stepping through the doorway, you're greeted by a high, open air crystalline foyer, streamers of blue, purple, and red cast by subdued glowstones from the ceiling trailing down, leaving streaks in the warm, steamy air. >Slouching in front of a low circular counter, a host of potted plants, mainly aloe vera and flowers clustered around it, two sets of green and orange tufted ears twitch back, then forwards. >Lifting a set of claws to point behind her, four luxuriously shiny coated Crystal mares, each with similarly styled rolled manes, take somewhat surprised notice of you, Belltower muttering something in an already sleepy tone. >More than likely rolling her eyes, Malyne reaches under both broad forest green wings, carefully digging into what were obviously hidden underwing pouches, then hops off to lay a spread of silver and gold Bits onto the counter. "Tadaa~, here you are."
"Just the four of you?"
"Yes ma'am."
"Such a sweet heart, aren't you? Selitrine, Carmine, Topaline, please escort these lovely mares to the steam room."
"Aye aye madam!"
>Trotting out from around the counter, the first of the four mares, a young, dusky red mare with a charming smile lifts her head, motioning towards a short hallway ending at a curtained door, the short roll of her mane bobbing merrily. "Greetings sehr, I am Qestal. Do not worry, you will rejoin your mate and fillies shortly, but first you must be..."
>Losing her train of thought, Malyne spins around to give you a short wave and a giggle, then prods her mother into following along with the yellow, red, and topaz Crystal mares into an opposing hallway. PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi
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>Post #2/2: Empire Spa & Hooficure >>26350659 >Rubbing her chin for several moments, Qestal sets her hoof down, a friendly smile crossing her lips. "Well, first things first, a hot shower. Come with me to clean up, and then I will show you to the spa."
>Spinning about with clicks from gilded crystalline hooves, you're left with little choice but to trod after, the mare holding the curtain aside to enter, then closing it. >Pausing in the middle of a lounge crossed with a locker room, the dusky red Crystal mare points out an unfamiliar, very much out of place bright red locker, giving instructions to remove your weapons, armor, equipment, and clothing, stating that she would return after you'd finished. >Peering in after ten minutes to ensure you were completely stripped down, Qestal simply nudges you into a dimly lit steam room, featuring a host of comfortable chairs and couches, all carved from solid dark wood, some padded with the ubiquitous white leather-like material ponies were so fond of, while others were barren. >Motioning towards a stream of hot shower flowing down onto a rock waterfall on the left side, Qestal states to wash off, relax until comfortable, and then head into the next room for the 'adult spa', the mare offering a small bow before turning about and trotting into a pony height door, locking it after her. >Entering the third room after a while, you find a thick, heavily fogged walk-in spa sloping into the floor after several feet. >In the middle of the near-perfectly hot water, you come across a pair of long, similarly padded tables in the center, Belltower stretched across both of them, hazy green eyes rotating onto you with a slowly spreading smile. "I think.. you should get comfortable 'cause there's going to be a lot of warm, soft hooves coming in real quick..."
"For both of us, kekeke~!" PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi
>Rasera, Traveling Merchant >>26366371 >Giving each other snarky grins, the Lunar Guard pair turn about, looking for somepony else they could shove their retrieval duty off to. "Heh, I bet he had a heart attack seeing those prices Aster, I know I would."
"With how much you spend on booze you couldn't afford half of one."
"You shut your yap, I buy the good stuff and you know it! Now let's go find a unicorn or the Changeling before somepony or somehuman starts yelling."
>Raising an eyebrow at the mention of comics, Naliyna slowly lifts a hoof, placing it on the end of her snoot and rubbing with a disbelieving sigh. "Unbelievable.. THAT is what you spend half your pay on? And here I thought Mercy's collection of gem coins was bad. Listen, those comics might be collectable in about twenty or thirty years, and that's only if they're in perfect condition."
>Stifling another sigh, the fuchsia mare sets her hoof down, tilting her head up at Rasera with a bright smile, then nods down at the ground, both leaning forwards to scratch numbers into the cold packed dirt. >To Aster and Blitz's incredible amazement, for once the bartering process didn't break into hoof-to-snout combat. >Rocking back on her hooves after several minutes of silent back and forth bickering, the Japoneighse mare stoically shaking her head and pointing at the sign, Naliyna turning to stare at it. >Rolling an eye back to Aster, Naliyna lifts her shoulders with an 'I tried, but that's as far as I can go' smile. then eyes the stack of futons with a grudging, mildly impressed tone. "I think I've met my match here.. best I could get is ten percent off, but no more. These are completely hoofmade, had to have been by a grandmaster craftspony. As far as I can tell though, they're flawless, so if you want one you better get one now."
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>Rune City >>26542131 >Slamming the shot glass down, the unicorn mare returned to staring at the Rune Boon papers to see if it was blurry yet. >No, her vision was still crystal clear. >Another shot was in order. >With her horn being enveloped in a soft glow, the mare prepped a new glass of liquor as her morbid expression faced the headline of yesterdays papers top article. -"Hoomons, Facts or Fiction with Mrs.Frosty Bottom"-
>Her friends shrill cry continued to resonate within her flattened ears back when she brought up the newspaper. >It was honestly a do or die moment for the unicorn, give her Earthmare friend something or get a hooful of pain to the muzzle. >Sighing, she levitated the new glass over to her, and before taking it down took a glance at her storage. >This was the last shot, she needed to buy more booze. >And right now she was nearly out of Bits. >Swallowing the burning liquid down her throat, the depressed pony dropped her head onto the minibars counter. >Get hoomons to do a concert. >Or go broke, with ties with the council ruined. >And worst of all no more drinks too. "Fucking Frosty just HAD to do that Q&A."
PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi
>Twisted Wing >>26530664 >Pausing to turn her head back, the Burning Pegasus stabs your general direction with a one eyed squinty stare, then rolls her head around in an aggrieved circle. "Don't you start that nonsense or the next time I feel like shouting it's gonna go straight down your throat and vibrate, now get over here before I decide to make you foalsit-"
[Pegasi] "For a month straight."
>Waving you and the remarkably unenthused human to the minibar, Twisted lazily slides over the counter, collecting twelve bottles, dumping each in the center. >Sitting down next to a dim green pegasus forcing herself to inhale through short, nearly breathless giggles, Twisted places a hoof on her nose, staring apathetically at the chosen liquor. "...if today gets even a bit weirder, I'm gonna file a lawsuit against Discord."
>Noting peripheral movement from your left, a wiry, shaggy coated gray earth stallion enters your visual radius, setting down a wide brimmed bowl of cold milk two feet from you, though you note a small glimpse of very odd, and very sharp, carnivorous teeth. >Offering little more than an acknowledging nod, the earth pony turns around silently, skirting off towards the opposite end of the mess hall. >Popping a cork off a bottle of sweet, berry scented Moor wine, Twisted sets it down with a leery nose wiggle, sliding one each towards Sunny and Thrill. "The rules are simple you two: the first one to pass out, get dragged off by somepony or someone else, throw up, hallucinate, or be unable to finish their milk loses..."
"Not that I expect any of us to win, really."
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>>26536007 >Current status prohibits the two from continuing. >Removing the spear is a poor option. May cause noise and fatal loss of blood. >However, no patrols have been sighted so far. Hostile presence may be smaller than anticipated. >Navigating out of the area through areas of less foliage may be viable. "We're going to have to find another way out, aruetii. We can't risk removing the spear, but the lake's too open."
>The Clone searches for potential routes out that both provide some concealment, but still have enough room to escape, attempting to minimize the pair's profile as much as possible. [1d6]<B. Perception
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Hollow Case !!FEMvVzbE8O0
>>26520154 >Looking bashful, Hollow rubs at his scars while he looks on >Ooh, that one tingles... >"Frankly, I find her frankness quite refreshing, after having to deal with other ponies. I'm sure she'll get over it..." >Eying Roust's wings more than the picture covered ceiling, Hollow gives Roust a Look >"I don't mean to cause offense my lovely changeling, but you seem a bit...scatterbrained for building work." >Snickering under his breath, Hollow continues onwards to his work, poking the pile of chitin as he goes "You oughta teleport some of this stuff back y'know, it really is good for building. Although, Sweet might try to eat it..."
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>>26520165 >Crossing his arms and staring at the imprint out of the corner of his eye, Hollow nods his head vaguely "I know a bit about them, and you aren't far off. Sometimes they get put in place on purpose, like this one probably was, sometimes they pop up through other means, during moments of intense emotion, that sort of thing. I guess a particularly strong one could cause some kind of trouble..."
>Turning his head to grin at Shanis, Hollow pokes at...certain areas of his armored bulk suit >"It really fosters a deep connection, you know? Seriously though, it is good for building and armor. Gives you a warm fuzzy feeling!" >Amongst many other feelings! >Putting aside his juvenile humor yet again, Hollow poked and prodded at the coins curiously "Hey, there's a whole bunch of old Crystal Kingdom coins up here, copper, bronze, and...quartz?...amethyst? Why would they use common gems like those for the currency? Anyway, either of ya'll know if these are worth anything? Maybe a collector or historian or something...although, I guess they technically belong to Chryssy.
>Pulling some empty satchels from somewhere amongst his bag, Hollow carefully sweeps the scattered coins in, securing the satchels in his bag once finished >Pointedly avoiding approaching too closely to the creepy psionic imprint, Hollow gives Roust an unnerved Look >"I don't know, isn't it just a warning system, or complicated form of evacuation order? Maybe he just left the imprint behind on accident? All I know is that you are -seriously- tempting fate to come and fuck us with lines like that one." >Feeling decidedly nervous just at the thought of it, Hollow looked around, spreading his mind and eyes, just to make sure... [1d6+2] <NVG
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>Order Territory: The Wounded Greccion >>26544177 >Your former leader gives a barely perceived nod, the bloody drool cascading off the side of his beak flopping into his ruffled plumage. >With your current predicament of carrying the Greccion, you felt the Underdarks tendrils slip away as you moved through forest in search of a way out, leaving you just as exposed as before. >After giving your surroundings a sweeping investigation, you could not find a path-of-least-resistance through the thick foliage at first. But up ahead several metres away northwest of your position did you spot the treeline dispersing, giving wide enough space between hardwoods for you and the Greccion to safely traverse through. Anonymous
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Sunny !FlareDy136
>>26543609 >As soon as Twisted wasn't looking her way, Sunny silently poked her tongue at the pegasus general. >However, she quickly assumed a perfectly straight face at the mention of Discord. >For a moment, she seriously considered bugging out again. She could manage it. >However, foalsitting was not her forte, if that threat was even half serious. >Shrugging it off, she moved over to the bar, claiming a stool. >Bringing the bowl of milk before her with a wing, Sunny shot the stallion an unamused look before dipping her muzzle into it. >Probably Discord in disguise. Seems very him. >Thinking it over, she drank down a sizable portion of the milk before glancing at the Moor wine. >That's more like it. "Permission to retreat, ma'am?"
>Hah. Anonymous
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The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk
>As they sat around the barrel of fire they talked about their past experiences with psions. >Most of the band Lont was now a part of didn't have much actually, which did not surprise him. >So when it came around to him to talk, he was brutally honest about it. >He could see the fear in their eyes as he confirmed the fears they had suppressed so far, it didn't help that he had an extreme view on them. >And why wouldn't he? >Every event he encountered a psion at this point was in the military. >And only once did see a friendly one. >The rest were slaughtering imperial soldiers by the droves in their spindley suits, doing impossible acts in the name of killing his fellow comrades. >How his former squadmates didn't see the world as he did he could not understand. >At least now this new band he can warn of the dangers of psions. >And the measurs you can go to suvive when one is near.
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The L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk
>>26550706 >Sadly though, APG's (Anti-Psion Grenades) were classified as military grade weaponry, so getting his hands on them would be impossible. >Telling the gathered group this troubled them greatly, however Lont did have one trick he learnt from the army that can't be regulated. >He told his new team mates about the mental measures when combating psions, namely if you feel you've been tricked by one or sudden memory lose. >Lont said verbatim what his instructors had taught him, and at that moment he felt pride for what he was doing. >Psions, they were a devious species, they must be distrusted constantly, second guessed thoroughly, and most important of all; dealt with extreme prejudice. The GM-L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk
>Canterlot: Venous >>26551857 >Venous watched as the latent coat enchantment that came with her armour faded away to be replaced by her natural orange coat as she striped down in the barracks. >A final sigh of relief came out of her tired muzzle as her helmet was propped up onto its respective stand, the mint green glow of telekinesis evaporating from the piece. "What a night, a horrible night."
>She lamented while coming to a stop in front of a wall mirror, her personal brush hovering over her messed up vibrant blue mane. "And that shampoo didn't protect my mane either, HORRIBLE NIGHT I SAY!"
>Snorting grimly at her own reenactment of a pompous Royal, the Honour Doctor mulled over the nights events as she tried to revive her manes tranquil roundness. >"At the very least my lucky rat tail is still intact, thank you O colourful bead." >Princess Celestia was back in control and has led an extermination of the Royal Guards as her first action, however Venous could not join the fray as a call was sent out from one of the Noble Estates. >Mary Duo Whell's to be exact. >She didn't need to remember what she saw back there. >Worrying of all out of this mess was that the Noble in question was taken prisoner by the raiders. >They have suspicions and a few leads, however nothing solid as of yet. >Time was of the essence she and everypony knew, the longer this played out the worst the outcome it will be for Duo Whell for sure. >And the Nobles' human... >He just sort of left for somewhere right after having a small breakdown. >Was that what all humans were like? >Surely not, or else all the rumours of certain high profile Guard ponies being, well..."partnered" with some would make even less sense now. "OW!"
>Pulling her brush from out of her mane to inspect it, Venous' green and blue eyes narrowed at seeing one of its teeth bent. "This is new, must be the fault of an enemy. Or one of the other mares, typical, jealous as always of my pretty mane! Oh well, life could be worse..."
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RC-1129 "Thunder Raven" !!kqaqE++AVPJ
>>26545273 >A route of passage lies ahead. >A small remainder of thick foliage cover blocks access. >Not dense enough to waste a breaching charge on. >Blaster fire, however, should be suitable to burn a way through. >With shots placed into the larger and sturdier branches, he should be able to weaken the block enough to push through, making a large enough space for the two to pass safely. >The Clone carefully lays the Greccion down on the ground and draws his sidearm. >It can be fired with one hand alone, but the preceding engagement has shown aiming to be much more difficult under current conditions. >In addition, fewer shots will lead to less total noise. The DC-15s may be far quieter than the DC-17m, but it is still not silent. >Very quiet, yes, but not silent. [1d6]<B. Energy Weapons
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>Order Territory: The Wounded Greccion >>26553602 >With a whimper cut off by a dry hack, the Greccion unconsciously steadied himself on the uneven ground as you turned your attention to the dense wall of brush. >Taking aim for key points you identified to give the most yield, your visor was filled with the flash of Plasma rounds being discharged. >Bark of trees, stalks, branches of plants burnt away on impact before the echo of your weapon faded into the lush background. >Lowering your gun, you admired your handiwork; a literal hall carved out of the thickets and bushy mires led all the way into the dispersed trees. >Your HUD picked up frantic movement above, and checking to see what it was you saw a flock of local bird life flying away from the destruction. >You realize that although rampant fires won't break out, it would take around an hour before the smoldering remains of the obstructive flora had ceased producing streams of smoke. RC-1129 "Thunder Raven" !!kqaqE++AVPJ
>>26554217 >It seems that he will not need to barge through at all. >Excellent performance, given the weapon's damaged state. >Being notified of nearby motion, he snaps back to attention, aiming up, only to find the source being (hopefully) harmless native creatures. >The strenuous movement punishes him with a brief resurgence of pain. >Thankfully, he is not left clutching his chest for long before the Bacta takes effect. >The smoke and the fleeing animals will be likely to attract attention if seen. >The pair need to move fast. >The Commando returns to the Greccion's side and picks him up once again. "We're going to have to pick up the pace, aruetii. Might be best if I carry you again."
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>Order Territory: The Wounded Greccion >>26554499 "Can't...move...b-by self. Slow you, down."
>He gasped as you lifted him up onto his hindlegs again, where they shook in place before you moved through the passage you created. >Although you were fine, the Greccion began to cough out his lungs as the smoke filled the air, but remained silent on the matter. >However, once you cleared the burnt patch of land did his breathing not improve, in fact it sounded akin to a spluttering rusted fossil fueled engine. >Thankfully, the dense undergrowth petered out around the first layers of the spaced out hardwoods, granting you faster movement away from the smoldering clue of your presence here. >Tall grass and other leafy plantlife covered your tracks, it helped too that every now and then you passed over naturally fallen trees. >The sounds of animals in the distance was somehow relieving, as they could potentially warn incoming danger. >Looking up into the sky, you noticed the a mild layer of mist was slowly accumulating, telling you it must be right after midday about now. RC-1129 "Thunder Raven" !!kqaqE++AVPJ
>>26555157 >Less foliage. >Thinner visual concealment, but increased mobility. A fair tradeoff. >The two manage to soon put some distance between themselves and their route of exit. >The Clone notes the Greccion's ragged breathing. >It may be worth finding a safe area to apply some more Bacta. >The two are making good progress...he thinks. >Thanks to his method of focusing only on what is at hand, the exact details of the route they took are scarce. >A lot of walking. Snow turned into grassland at some point. >He believes they're heading in the correct direction, at least. >With enough Bacta, the two should be back up to speed in time. >There is certainly enough in the canister. >How long what is left over will last is another matter. The GM-L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk
>Order Territory: The Wounded Greccion >>26555362 >Stepping into a patch of ground where the glass was replaced with discarded needles from overhanging trees, you tried to recall what you did back then as you slowed down to a slow walk to prevent any tracks being made. >From what you remember of the trip from Anfang to here, you climbed down from a mountain range, then up along the spine of another and gradually walked down again into the Orders land. >The travel time of that was a day and a half you think, which posed another problem. >There was no feasible way the Greccion could possibly make it to higher altitudes with the harpoon still stuck in his shoulder, and to leave it until reaching the border would create more problems with the Guard towers stationed around like the one you briefly stayed within. >On the other hand to remove such a weapon would take time and cause great amount of pain and stress for the Greccion, maybe fatally so. However to leave it in would prevent bleeding, but as you have experienced your Bacta can counteract this. >Then again, there might be a chance that he might of lost all feeling at this point. >The day was burning away, and you knew if decisions have to be made they have to be made now while things were calm. Anonymous
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PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi
>Doctor Tipper >>26537367 >Turning her chair to motion the teapot onto it's stand, Tipper rolls an eye back at you with a humorless stare. "That didn't sound much like a joke to me. Like nearly every doctor on Tallus I'm of the medical opinion that providing certain agents or plants has far more benefits than side effects, if it's both properly and reasonably managed. Criminalization of 'substances' is the most ridiculous, stupid, and heavy-hoofed authoritarian measure I've ever heard."
>Wrapping the blanket around her tighter, the aged mare lifts her shoulders momentarily, resting her head down with a brief smile. "Whatever that means. Just call me old fashioned, all these devices that humans keep showing me are more confusing than the difference between pain killer and pain reliever. Besides, I'm older than all of you here and that means I'm allowed to make my thoughts known without having to ask."
>Shrugging once more in response, a hoof wiggles under the blanket, each of the cases popping open one after another, small instruction manuals spread across them. "Not at all. There's only two checkups per year, once after Hearth's Warming Day, the other in the middle of summer. Unless you come in here injured, ill, covered in quills, spines, or lava, the only other reason would be to have a smoke out-"
>Edges of her lips curling back in a smile, Tipper's head motions towards the water-bong once more, taking on a small, thoughtful frown. "Or to talk about something you're having problems with. Unless.. you're requesting a checkup to see if somepony or someone's drugged you.. I don't know why you'd have something get spiked, but you can test yourself with those to start with, and then I can run alchemical and blood tests if you don't come up with any proof."
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PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi
>>26538859 >Hearing the oft heard sounds of an accepting beep, it's followed by blankets or a pillow being shifted, a loud, aggravated groan, and then Lonestar's tired, crackly voice. "Ugh.. who the fuck is calling me right now, and.. ..forget the and, most importantly, what time is it, what do you want, and where are you?"
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>Citadel Doctor Heartbeat >>26538953 >Expressing a primly indignant scowl at the grimace, Heartbeat turns her head to the left, eyes turning blank shortly. >Returning to you, a shocked, wide-eyed stare is given, the Doctor's head lowering with a depressed frown, winding up with her snout crushed into the sheets. >Silent for nearly a minute, the mare speaks up in a soft, uncomfortable tone, her eyes panning towards the foot of the bed. "I cannot leave the Citadel, human. I was born and raised here, so I have no.. resistances to the infectious agents of my parents' own world. I cannot ask for Doctor Tipper to come here, some do not trust her past history, and the Council does not allow non-Starborn members admittance. The two humans whom came before you are close affiliates as one joined, and the other may, yet you are not, an-"
>Cutting herself off quickly, Doctor Heartbeat lifts her head up, giving you a short, negative shake. "It may not matter much, but I will tell you regardless: while you were asleep, the Council stated that you are to be permanently excluded from admittance to the Citadel due to your statement that you had, to quote: 'expected to arrive here within two years', or something similar. There was one Council member in dissent, but they were immediately overruled, and it is likely they might face disbarment."
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>>26559265 >Pareidolia opens his mouth slightly in an attempt to say something, but pauses and tilts his head to look at Heartbeat >Born and raised here. >Fully extra-planetary? Complete isolation? >For what purpose? What utility would that serve? >Potential for complications and foreign pathogen infection incredibly high >Is this a quarantined wing? >... >Pareidolia nods slowly and closes his mouth as she turns to look at him >He arches his eyebrows as she informs him of the Council's decision >Well at least there is one course of action we can agree upon. >With preliminary assessments complete, Command would agree that current priorities are not with the Starborn. >Other operational issues will be addressed in subsequent actions. >One dissenter facing disbarment? Strange. >He weakly smiles for a moment as his upper cheek muscles twitch due their lack of use. "Thank you for informing me. I appreciate your disclosure."
>For once, they're being practical. >I wonder if Jeff and Clemency can be entrusted with this sector. >Rubbing a hand over his mouth to assuage the muscles, he glances over to Eleyana to see if she was still asleep "Though, I find it amusing a Council member would face disbarment over my situation. This was not the reason you came here. What information do you need regarding human physiology?"
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>>26556097 >A complex situation. >This time, the Clone does not have a strange feeling to guide him. >He spends some time considering the possibilities. >By now, the Bacta should have had whatever effect it will to his health. >If he is to remove the spear, he will need to act fast in applying more Bacta. >The downsides of leaving it be outweigh those of removing it. >Not by much, but even a minute difference is worth acting on in this state. "Aruetii, how are you feeling?"
>He asks the Greccion, attempting to determine if the Bacta has dulled his sense of pain and fatigue like the supply provided to him does. "That spear's going to have to come out, or we're not going to get very far."
>Wasting no time conveying what he intends to do, he looks for a secluded area, one with enough concealment to sufficiently hide any blood. The GM-L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk
>Order Territory: The Wounded Greccion >>26561443 >Getting no answer from the lurching Greccion, you shake him gently enough til he squawked out a response. >Apparently he had fallen asleep, least he should slightly be more energized. "Where am I?"
>Sagged feline ears twitching around the sides of skull as he eyes investigated your surroundings, he eventually released a sigh through his nares as he remembered what was happening. "Trouble it is..."
>Tilting his beaked head to the side, he examined his shoulder out of morbid curiosity, albino feathers long since turned fully dark red around the numb wound. "Get it out."
>His one functioning foreleg latched onto your shoulder, this time there was enough reinvigorated strength to help his claw stay put as you carried him off to the area. >The grass was taller here with no stone nor fallen tree, only tall hardwoods and their needle leaves covering the air above, forming a sort of alcove. "Know how remove Harpoon?"
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>>26562017 >The Clone is briefly concerned, worried about the possibility that the Greccion had quietly died. >Not for the Greccion's sake alone, however. >Thankfully, he seems to be having an easier time talking, and quickly agrees on this course of action. >It would be easy to be hesitant. The easiest options isn't always the best. >A suitably concealed location is soon found. >Once again, he lays the Greccion on the ground and detaches his pack, extracting the Bacta canister. "As much technology as I have, the most I can do is pull really hard and drench the wound in Bacta. This won't be pretty."
>He opens one end of the tank like before, and leaves it upright, ready for immediate use. "I want you to keep your eyes on me, alright?"
>He says, pointing towards his glowing blue visor. "Don't want you falling asleep again, or else you might not wake up."
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>Order Territory: The Wounded Greccion >>26562938 >Carefully laying down onto his back, the albino catbird propped himself up with his one good claw as he examined the fettered remains of his other leg. "Won't be easy too. Painful also, but must remove harpoon."
>Rotating his head to you knelt down beside him, he gave a solemn nod before locking his raptor eyes onto your T-shaped visor. "Tell when."
>Taking deep breathes in and out, you could see his irises dilate and contract as his heart drummed against his crest. RC-1129 "Thunder Raven" !!kqaqE++AVPJ
>>26563656 >The Greccion readies himself, and the Commando does the same. >He thinks that notifying him would not be as effective as trying to distract him from it. He may be able to attempt to prepare for it in the former case, but no amount of preparation will make this process any easier. >That, and he hopes to keep the Greccion's attention on something else like he did before. >He gets a loose grip on the harpoon, gently enough to not move it and cause any damage. >Keeping him as calm as possible may reduce the risk. A heart attack would be complicating. >He considers his choice for a moment. There is the potenial for Republic secrets to be in danger of exposure. >Although it'll be years or longer before anyone, let alone the Republic, finds this planet. >In addition, the technological level of this planet all but ensures that nothing on it will ever make use of anything he says. There is no risk of such information finding its way into the wrong hands from here. "Tell me more about your family, aruetii, and you can ask anything you want about mine. What are they like?"
>The prospect of a trade of information may help to calm the Greccion. >He gives him time to start responding, waiting until he is underway with his answer, before tightening his grip and pulling as hard on the spear as his arms will allow. The GM-L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk
>Order Territory: The Wounded Greccion >>26564338 >The criminal took a sharp intake of air at feeling the slight movement from his numb shoulder as you gripped the harpoon, the embedded barbs of its head not causing any discomfort. >Between deep even breaths as he continued to stare intently into your visor did the Greccion respond, his voice determined and restraining against the quivering fear. "Both strong, both survivors. Fledgling more like mother, but have my f-F -[Greccion] "!!!!!!"
>Yanking as hard and as fast as you could, you immediately felt the barbs viciously bite back into the ruined flesh of the Greccions shoulder, giving painful residence as the Gryphon slammed his beak shut with a powerful rattle that could of cracked his face open. [1d6] U.Iron Will
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>The vibrations from the harpoons head scraping against bone was brutal, however with tenting meat you were able to pull the weapon free from the gaping hole. >Its removal having created a new wave of crimson blood pouring out over of the black jagged rent in the criminals thrashing body. RC-1129 "Thunder Raven" !!kqaqE++AVPJ
>>26565136 >While his gaze darts between the Greccion's face and the spear, the Clone's head stays fixed, giving the impression of a constant stare. >With some difficulty, the spear comes free, and the Commando immediately drops it and grabs the Bacta canister, immediately applying some to the newly opened wound to stop the bleeding as fast as it began. "They sound like my brothers and I! No mother or father, but born and raised to be fighters by some of the greatest warriors in the Galaxy!"
>He goes off of what little the Greccion managed to say, trying to continue some kind of conversation to keep the Greccion awake. His voice is slightly raised to ensure the Greccion can still pick up on it. >The rapid application of Bacta should help to minimize the pain, and go some way towards closing the wound. PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi
>Post #1/2: Shanis & Roust >>26544345 >>26544350 >Rolling a front hoof in wide circles on the smoothed stone underneath her, Roust stops to pass an amused grin over an unsuspecting Shanis, slipping into her less formal thought patterns. >'Well, the only ponies I can think of that aren't 'frank', as you doubly put it so, would be Zigri, Amerose, Broken Hoof, and Hodch. They're much more secretive than even Mercy says is normal.' >Huffing out loud, the skinny Vanguard's multifaceted eyes squint back at you. >'I can focus for hours on a single task at a time.. if I want to. I'm thinking about taking some with, but I'd like to contact my Queen first, give me a bit.' [1d6] <E.Contact
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>Poking through the storage racks and inspecting maker's marks, Shanis pauses to glance over several with a dry tone, though a twinge of amusement radiates around her. "Could also be used to say 'keep out' to everything else. Probably what's making me nervous."
>"I'm very seriously reconsidering this very awkward friendship of ours, you nutcase." PonyStrangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi
>Post #2/2: Shanis & Roust >>26544345 >>26544350 >Pausing from her inspection, a stilted 'hmm?' comes from behind the pile of chitin, Shanis sticks her head around a chunk of flank armor, blinking confusedly. "Gem coins? ...what? I need to see this-"
>Skittering out from under the, to her, looming stack of doom, the black suited pegasus skates rapidly at you, sliding to a halt quickly and scanning each one as they're dumped in. "Awful weird. Gotta say I've never seen one before, and no, I don't have any idea what they're for. Maybe one of the conclaves separated from the Kingdom and minted them for their own use? I'm gonna suggest asking Naliyna about these first, she's the expert on ancient Tallus stuff. If she doesn't know, I'd say either Succubug or.. that metal-skinned horse face should."
>'Tempting what?' >Blinking back into the real world, Roust swivels her head around, ears twitching about, then sticks her tongue out at you, sniggering. >'I haven't tempted anything, except maybe Shanis, so there's nothing to worry abou-' >For a moment, you, Roust, and Shanis both feel a tremendous vibration, the entire dome tilting perhaps half a degree, and then sense the arrival of something quite large, incredibly hungry, and very much annoyed on the surface. >'....I TAKE NO RESPONSIBILITY FOR TH-' "Just be quiet, and get us out of here instead of avoiding blame."
>'But my sled and Fuoco are on the surface!' >Letting out an inarticulate half-groan, half-sigh, Shanis double facewings herself, visibly shaking in contemptful pragmatism. "And there I was, safe, warm, and thinking, 'oh, maybe I should bring Sweet with me, she might like to play around in the snow', and then there's this Changeling saying, 'nah, don't worry, you're safe with us'. This is the last time I ignore my own worst judgement."
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>The Hangover >>26548094 >Popping another three corks off, one is slid to you, the other at Thrill, the last one stared at for several moments before Twisted rolls an eye to you, offering a slight, mere shake of her head. "Denied. We're going to get hammered and forget what just happened so when tomorrow shows up we're all on speaking terms. Now.."
>Glancing over at the saucer quickly, a single long black wingblade flicks up, stretching out to drag it in over front of her for a solemn inspection. "You know.. since you didn't finish this.."
>Pushing the first bottle of Moor wine, raspberry you think, in front of you, two bright blue hyacinth eyes glint coldly, a small, subtle grin creeping across her lips. "That means you empty this first. All. Of. It. In. One. Go."
"Starting right now."
>As far as Sunny or Thrill was concerned, Moor wine didn't seem to be anything special.. right up until the moment all three begin to black out after the fifth bottle. >And black out, they do! Anonymous
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>Order Territory: The Wounded Greccion >>26565669 >Dropping the blood and flesh covered harpoon, it thudded hard onto his damaged scaly foreleg, its wounds still raw enough to be ultra sensitive. 49/120HP BLEEDING! SHOCKED! >Whipping his head back, the Greccion broke away from staring at your helmet to instead gaze water eyed into the low canopy above, his other foreleg beating a clawed fist imprint into the spine covered ground to keep conscious while simultaneously to coup with the flaring pain. >Applying the Bacta like before the chemical concoction flooded the gaping shredded wound, blackened muscle developing a hardened sheen as bright cascading blood ceased running down his feathery hide. BLEEDING CEASED! >Hyperventilating, his one supporting foreleg buckles under him. >Laying flat on the ground he twitched and spasmed, his back wound getting covered in discarded spines, but that was least of his problems since he was having a hard time breathing properly. RC-1129 "Thunder Raven" !!kqaqE++AVPJ
>>26569003 >Highest priority treatment complete. >The wound on his back is still open. >Another application of Bacta should help to stabilise him. >The Clone takes care to attempt to keep the spines near the wound from falling inside as he expends another helping of Bacta. >With his free hand, he does what he can to keep the Greccion from writhing, to make the application while simultaneously keeping the spines out as easy as possible. >Once finished, he sets the canister aside again and grabs the sides of the Greccion's head, forcing it to come level with his. "Keep it together, areuetii! Tell me more, keep talking and you can ask me as much as you'd like!"
>Of course, the Greccion isn't going to care about his family, either, but if it keeps his attention until the Bacta takes effect, it's good enough. The GM-L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk
>Order Territory: The Wounded Greccion >>26569293 >Beak going slack, blood flecked panting bathes your helmet as his glazed eyes refocus on your visor. 51/120HP [Greccion] "????"
>By the way he talked it sounded he was unsure what was happening, even perturbed too. >His other claw, which has been digging a trench into the dirt smacks onto your supporting arm holding his head, dirtied digits smearing mud onto your light grey armour. "D-did you...rip h-harpoon OUT!"
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>Mr.Agent >>26559079 >Fag nearly falling out of his lips, the suited Operator quickly placed the cig onto his favored ear before talking into his phone. >"Should recharge the ting more often." "Hey there Lonestar! Its me Mr.Agent, 'prolly 'aven't heard of me much. Its nearly day break fer all I know, anyways that ain't the point of dis phone call."
>Turning his back to the Bulletin board, he adjusted his tie as he surveyed the long missed surroundings of the Fortresses interior. "I needs to tells ya of what's been happenin' in Las Pegasis. The place is falling apart an' worse, we are no longer close allies wit 'dem an' a human was part of the 'ole fiasco, need ya to relay the 'ole message know wadda mean?"
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>>26569706 >With the Greccion seemingly stable, the Clone casts his eyes downward. >A more-than-unremarkable amount of blood adorns his chest. >At least it's not green. The Geos have a way of making awful messes. "I did, aruetii. It's not perfect, but the bleeding has stopped, and the wound should close soon."
>He replaces the Bacta canister and mounts his pack again. "We don't call this miracle fluid for nothing."
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>Order Territory: The Wounded Greccion >>26571241 >His grip tightens as he gave you a scolding look through the dulling pain. "Never pull hook weapons."
>Sliding his claw off your wrist, he stamped his foreleg down into the ground to prop himself back up, his disgruntled sigh expelling the tension. "What do now, return to Anfang?"
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>>26571767 >The Commando wonders why, if the Greccion was so opposed to this method, that he didn't say anything earlier. >Thankfully, the question of whether or not Republic secrets would be in danger does not seem to be relevant any more, as the Bacta has quickly started to take effect, and the need to keep some kind of soothing conversation going has disappeared. "Affirmative. My vitals are still dangerously low, and yours will be, too. Bacta works miracles, but only if you're submerged in a tank or you've got systems like mine and a Bacta Dispenser."
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>Order Territory: The Wounded Greccion >>26572364 >Shaking his head, the Greccion tries to stand up, but his legs give, leaving him to slump back down in his proned position. "You, go. Need finish mission. Can't go back."
>Tilting his head to the side, he stares off into space, as if trying to see something through the forests, the mountains and snow in a far off distant place. "I'm not leaving."
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>>26573070 >The line has been crossed. >This exceeds poor decision making, and stumbles into the territory of incompetence and empty bravado. Few things are more likely to get someone killed. >A bigger head is an easier target. >The Greccion is clearly not in a state to return by himself, let alone finish a covert operation. As if to prove the Clone's mental statement, he tries and miserably fails to stand. "That's never going to happen, aruetii. Look at yourself. The only thing we'll finish by carrying on is ourselves, and that's to say nothing of how you'll fare alone."
>The Clone wonders if the Greccion somehow wishes for death. If by "can't go back" he refers to the agreement, the terms of it must be woefully wasteful. >Much better gains could be made from the giving of someone's life. >With the way the two escaped through the thick foliage, and the Greccion's condition, it seems likely that enemies will be upon him before he has the chance to do anything. "I doubt you'll even make it back the way we just came before enemy patrols find you. That, and I don't feel confident that I'll even find my way back on my own."
>The Commando feels the need to repeat what he said before. "If something's going to cost you your life, you had better hit the enemy hard. And like this, the only thing you could take down with you is me, aruetii."
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>Order Territory: The Wounded Greccion >>26573475 >Staring into your visor with a harsh glare for a long silent moment, he eventually relents and lays back down onto his back. "...Make good point. Also owe you."
>Taking his time, he carefully raises himself up off the needle carpet ground to stand on his weak legs. >Well, three legs, as his left foreleg was ruined. >Seeing he was going to be moving with a limp at best, or a decommissioned appendage at worst, he gave you an accepting nod. "When we go, Thunder Raven?"
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>>26566795 >Sorta, but not quite... >"Maybe frank isn't the right word. She's...I'm not finding the right words here. Do you not see what I'm getting at? Maybe I'm just going nuts...er! Also, Amerose and Hodch at least have a professional reason for being secretive, what with their occupations." >Pondering that particular thought, Hollow grins at Roust, his eyes filled with his usual mischief >"Not that his secretiveness has stopped pretty much everybody figuring him for being a filly fooler." >Well, I won't judge a pony for his fetishes >After all, these ponies are terribly saucy... >"Yes dear, of course you can...I've seen you staring at mushrooms all day! Anyway, I guess we could use up this stuff for building and weapons projects. I doubt Succubutt has enough of a shortage problem to need this little pile. But, I suppose it is hers..." >Allowing his grin to become ever more cheshire, Hollow Stares deeply at Shanis "It's a possibility. And if it makes you feel anybody, it's making me nervous as well!"
>"But hey now, don't be hasty! After all, we've made such a good team so far!" >Snicker! 1/2
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>>26567120 >I had a feeling this were weird... >...if they were some kind of independent currency though, that could possibly explain why they've used less valuable material, but surely, if you were going to make a currency at all... "Yeah, it is a bit. I'll ask Nal when when we get back, and then I'll probably ask Chryssy if she'll want them back. Also, I have no idea how to even talk to Silver. Probably the same way I talk to Discord, just going outside and yelling until they show up..."
>It does make my voice -horse- after awhile though! >Mouth tightening and going straight as a line as the dome shifted with dramatic ferocity, Hollow turns to look at Roust with the kind of look that just screams "Why have you done this?" "This is really making me glad I grabbed that disc. Now, both of you hang on, this may get bumpy!"
>Rushing at Shanis and dragging her quickly towards Roust, Hollow gets his hands firmly on the both of them, before closing his eyes and focusing hard on the top of the hole, and the sled still sitting there >One, two, three, warp speed! [1d6+3] <E.Warp Shift: Teleport
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>Critical Operation: Drowning the Sea of Gold, Completed. >Dante gains: +3XP, +1 Canterlot/Solar Adherents/Tower Guard Rep, +5 Lunar Adherents Rep, +5 Dynasty Rep. >Razorback Fortress. >Noon. >Safely 'delivering' the now mostly patched up Royal and Honor Guard, including a quickly poked awake human, an irate Hodch, and Denra, into the encampment. >Besides the reservist and former diplomat, the host collectively sigh, then begin the grim, thankless task of removing clear, sticky layers of amniotic fluid from their weapons, armor, equipment, and most importantly themselves. >A deep, tired yawn vibrates the air for a moment, a barely corporeal, transparent unicorn phases into the physical spectrum upside down, legs curled under her with a content, yet dubious smile directed at Dante. >Tossing her last small radish at the ghostly unicorn, Marble Leaf casts her helmet off, head swiveling about and eyes narrowed tightly. >Allowing herself the luxury of a long sigh, Marble turns about to nod at the Razorback members, Denra and Hodch flashing suspicious looks at each other.
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>>26576946 changing trip because i forgot the last one >Well, that was a very...strange trip. >Felt like it lasted months, even though it was just a few days. >Ah, well. >Though, it was weird being suspended like that for so long. >It's been so long since I stood on my own power, that my legs feel like jelly! >...speaking of jelly... >The hell is this stuff on me? >I begin to bring my arm to my face for a cursory sniff when a rather loud mare's yawn draws my attention. >Oh, hey, it's that mare that did the translocate thing in the first place. >With a rather strange look on her face... >Something seems off about that smile. >I shrug it off, some flecks of the weird jelly dripping off of my form. "Eh, I'd rather be suspended in that thing you did than dead. Say, what do you mean by-"
>And, interrupted by another mare. >How un-surprising. >As I continue to look over my form at the strange substance coating me, a shock of fear runs through my body. >Mist is...missing? >This doesn't make me feel too at ease. >Oh, no, she didn't go missing, she... >Left? >Why would she leave without telling me? >Or anyone at all? >This doesn't bode well... >And what did that unicorn mean 'inside me'? >That's an awfully strange way to phrase the translocation. >I shrug, yet more of the viscous substance falling off of me with my slight movements. "Hey, no problem. Yeah...never thought I'd have to participate in a purge, and I'm not sure any future employers of mine would appreciate it."
>Sighing and shifting my footing briefly, I look at the portal mare and Marble. "Hey, if either one of you hear anything about Mist, let me know? I know she can take care of herself...but I'd still like to hear if she's alright."
>Just once last thing... >Why were they so worried about taking a bath or something like that? >I begin to bring my arm up to my nose to smell. >'I mean, it's not like-' >Wait, I know this smell. >It's the smell of... >Oh. >I'm coated in Maregoo. >... >mfw RC-1129 "Thunder Raven" !!kqaqE++AVPJ
>>26574665 "What for, aruetii? I'm just trying to keep a clean record."
>This planet and everything on it has no relation to the Republic. As if any events occurring here will ever find their way onto his record. >Even if anything did, while losing an allied operative would reflect poorly on a Commando in any other circumstance, the death of someone from such a vastly inferior force would not be a concern. "Right now. The sooner we get out of enemy territory, the sooner we stop running the risk of having patrols catch up to us."
>He really should not have introduced himself like that... Corsen !DAnGERhWoo
>Eventually finding the Command Center, Corsen pries open the explosives locker, pushing the nightvis optic up and raising an incredulous eyebrow at the assortment within. "...if only I could carry half of all this."
>Pocketing a single skull and bones canister, hoping it to be something obviously outlawed and highly lethal, he goes on to quickly look over the regional maps. >Pocketing a map of Canterlot for later use, the Cultist takes a permanent marker, then goes to scrawl a small note on the explosives locker: "Separate munitions, too much in close proximity - install hardened cells for separate explosives - do so underground if possible"
>Stepping back to inspect his awful handwriting and the lack of name, he shrugs, tossing the marker back where it came from, then steps out, hurrying towards the pagoda while palming the canister with a smug smile. "If only-"
>>26552823 >Demanding the hated circle to deliver him closest to the Honor Guard barracks, Corsen breaks into a half-jog towards the building, slipping the folding blade under the bulky cold weather suit. >Halting at the barracks and eyeing the building for a moment, he decides on performing the tried, tested, and true method of doing everything at once, starting with the very obvious Solar Adherents. "I have a message for the Honor Guard unicorn leader that arrived at Lady Duo Whell's mansion: come find Corsen.. which would be myself, at the northeast garden of Canterlot Market Square in one hour."
>Not even bothering to give them a word in, he spins around, returning to the same translocation stone and requesting the general name for the red light district of Canterlot, then begins searching for the dive bar rumored to have the shadiest criminals around. [1d6] <U.Scouting
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>>26577919 >Order Territory: The Wounded Greccion "You save me, even when seek death. Not death want by Minotaur, but worthy one."
>Stepping around inside the alcove to test his movement, he grimaced at the poor results his locomotives gave. "Can't go way came in. Must find other way."
>Lifting up his wounded arm as high as his pain threshold could afford, he pointed off into the distant mountains seen barely through swaying treetops. "North that way, take days return to Anfang."
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>>26579112 >The broken Basic takes the Clone a moment to decipher. "You're never going to win this fight by throwing lives away. Even in a war of attrittion, each one has to count for something, even if it's just taking down two clankers for every Clone that dies."
>He picks up the spear, trying to judge if keeping it will or will not make the journey back too difficult. >Preventing the enemy from recovering this weapon would help thin out their supply of heavy armaments. He believes that the "Minotaur" may not be unlike a Super BattleDroid - powerful, but much rarer than the rank and file. "Why not? Think we might've been followed in or something?"
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>Order Territory: The Wounded Greccion >>26579709 "That why tasked make death good."
>He sighed as you hobbled out of the alcove, his head swaying back and forth as if drunk to observe his surroundings. >With the harpoon hefted in both your hands to judge its weight, you found it was remarkably balanced for a none technological world. >This meant the creator of this weapon must of been a master of their trade when it came to vicious tools, this theory exemplified by the wicked head of the pole-arm. >Wicked hooks ran done each side of its tapered octagon head with grooves in between the rows of devilish ensnarer's to allow shanked prey to continue bleeding. >It was heavy, even for you, and it being 5-6ft in length made it cumbersome right now, but perhaps there were other craftmasters out there to shorten it for your own personal use you thought. >Returning to look at you over his shoulder, the beaten Greccion bodily shudders at seeing you eye the very tool that nearly took his life. "Don't know. But not that. They be alert more in place. Goal big, hard to miss, reach mountains."
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>Canterlot: Venous >Using a knee to rub the back of her ear where some of her mane was pulled by the damaged brush, Venous knickered happily at feeling the irritation fade away after applying some kneegrease. >Although she was a unicorn, nothing could beat your own flesh and blood when it came to removing an itch. >Not even magic. >"If one were to find such a spell that could be greater at dissuading an itch, I would happily bear their foa-" >Thoughts cutting off as her ears perked up at the sound of rushing hooves nearing her barracks room, Venous merrily trotted over to meet the incoming visitor with her mane proudly done in time. >"No pony shall see my mane tardy. No. Pony." >Opening the door before her with a telekinetic pull on the hoofle, the Honour Doctor stood at attention as a fellow Honour Guard still in her armour came to a stop in front of her. "What matter do you bring at this time of night?"
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>>26578020 >You could feel the Portal Remnant eye you with disdain as it begrudgingly opened its colour maw to allow you to jump to other parts of the city, but you were well used to entities not perceptional to your eyes silently judging you back in your dimension. >In fact you think you would be dead by now if you did so with any of the malicious beings back there. >Spitting you out like a bad tasting glob of phlegm back into reality, you found yourself in a part of Canterlot that you immediately spot had fewer light sources illuminating the place. >However you could chalk this up to it being nearly day break as well. >Regardless of lighting conditions, as soon as you took your first step you faceplanted the flagstone around the Translocation matrice. >Apparently the steps for this Translocation point were much closer to the stone than you were used too, leaving you to crumble done onto the path, your legs propped up on the steps which damned you. >Thankfully Tzeentch was merciful and didn't allow you to be injured. >This time. >Damn fucking bird. Anonymous
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>>26580679 >The Commando understands the need to be concise in communication, but this extent is a bit much. >If his assignment is to go out with a bang, his earlier ambition to attempt to do so in such an injured state does not reflect well on his situational awareness or decision making. >The weapon may be transported back without too much difficulty. >It is primitive, as is to be expected from this world. >He does not have much training in melee combat, but he can still appreciate a well-made weapon when he sees one. >Although times have changed, his Mandalorian upbringing imparted him with some knowledge of melee weapons, if through nothing but education on the old ways of combat. >It is well made and the design is admittedly effective. Its weight would give it considerable power in the hands of those with the physical strength necessary, and it would be an easy weapon to wield for such combatants. >He has not had an opportunity to assess a melee weapon before. It is an interesting activity. He does not notice his immersion in the analysis, nor does he notice that he murmurs all of his observations. 1/2
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>>26580679 >>26582782 >He has no interest in using it for himself. Instead, the Grecion's allies may benefit from it being in their possesion. Modifications could be made to make a weapon more suited to their use, which could be put into production, increasing the combat effectiveness of their forces. >It takes the Commando a moment to realise that facilities for such large-scale production will not be present. On the other hand, such scale may not be necessary - the forces themselves are sure to be an order of magnitude smaller than any he knows of, let alone the Clone Army or the CIS. >The Greccion's judgement is sound. Having been occupied with other events, the earlier engagement around the guard post had slipped his mind. >Security is likely to have been tightened in that area as a result. "A different path would avoid the guard post from earlier and the surrounding area. I had forgotten about our encounter."
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>Order Territory: The Wounded Greccion >>26582782 >>26582796 >Dryly chortling in amusement at your forgetful memory, the injured Greccion swung his beaked head back to looking around the area himself and you were currently hiding in. "Border likely patrolled, must stealthy. Don't like harpoon you carry but keep if want, at risk."
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>>26587216 "Bringing it back would have its advantages. Modifications to the design could make it suitable for use by you and your allies. Turning the Order's own well designed weapons against them could give you an edge."
>A trap still lies on the Greccion's body. >This external application of Bacta must dull pain more potently than the Clone had expected. "You'll probably want to remove that, then, aruetii."
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>Order Territory: The Wounded Greccion >>26587686 >With apparent confusion rife in his voice, he continued to survey the forest as he talked back with bafflement. "Not Order weapon. It Minotaur one, mercenary. Gryphons have better anyway."
>Once you pointed it out, the Greccion cursed in his own language as he forced himself not to flip out. >Spending the next 20 minutes removing trap and inspecting the wound, his shoulder slumped as he held his tail in his good claw. "Tip of tail dead, can't feel anything. But no bleeding, best leave it for now."
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>>26588283 "Mercenaries? That would make their numbers within the Order's forces even smaller."
>Which in turn makes eliminating one all the more impactful. "I hope, for your sake, that you're right. But, even so, lessons in design could be taken from this and, if nothing else, I'd like to take a closer look in time in order to make my records as detailed as possible."
>The Clone does not realise the lack of a point to making records about this planet. >The Greccion eventually removes the trap. Injury is far less serious than existing wounds. No bleeding. "Good. I won't have to expend any more Bacta."
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>Order Territory: The Wounded Greccion >>26588791 "In that case, we go now, head for mountains."
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>As you trudged after (and easily keeping up with) the limping Greccion, your surroundings gradually transform from high grassed forestry to thin small bushed woodland with scattering rocks here and there. >Above your heads you could see snow from the mountain peaks drift down south, caught in a cold front that would eventually come your way. >Or you would walk into. Anonymous
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>>26589361 >The Commando is easily able to keep pace with the Greccion. >The pace is slow, but good enough to not make assisting him a necessity, nor an action that would provide a substantial increase in mobility. [1d6]<B. Perception
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>In time, the density of foliage diminishes. He notices signs on the mountainside of wind, and likely accompanying temperature changes. >His thermal balancing systems will be fine. The Greccion, in his injured condition, may not be. He alerts him of this, leaving it up to his judgement. "Things are going to get cold, aruetii. Are you able to handle it?"
>He seems insulated enough, to the Clone. Not to the extent of a Wookie, but one would have to look very hard to find anything that comes close to matching those walking carpets. Anonymous
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>Order Territory: The Wounded Greccion >>26590704 >Even when damaged greatly, the Greccion was able to sink into the Underdark deeper than you, whom only was able to diminish your sound of movement and partially fade away your body. >Catching flakes of moss falling off the side of a rock to indicate where the Greccion was in relation to you, you assume he had stopped to catch his breath and check on you and your question. "Wounds let heat loose over time, even frostbite in cold altitudes. Need hunt and skin animal to pass mountain tops."
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>>26594556 "A wise precaution."
>This will incur delays to their return. >Ideally, it will not take too long. "We'll have to target something sufficiently big, that won't also pose a threat."
>Although up and moving again, neither can afford to forget their current status. >The vibrant red alert on his HUD that refuses to diminish ensures that he will not. Anonymous
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>>26599642 >It was a reprieve this shade, granted by this stalwart tree in the middle of a sea of green, under baking sunlight that would fry a frog dry. >It was relaxing this music, played by my trusty fellow sitting right next to me, calming his nerves and mind with such a pleasant distraction. >It was reassuring this gun, handed to me by the military I served, protecting my squadies and I from harm. >It was nice this moment, this break. >It was soothing and tame, until the mortars came. Anonymous
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>Order Territory: The Wounded Greccion >>26599773 >Scraps of claw on stone indicated that he climbed up onto the stone he stopped next to, you assume the Greccion was investigating the surrounding woods for viable prey. "Must be animal nearby, must be."
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>>26601504 >As the Greccion moves to look from a height advantage, the Commando searches the immediate area for signs of nearby creatures. >Staying mobile is a high priority. Spending too long looking in one area may allow the enemy to catch up in the event that they send out scouts. [1d6]<B. Perception
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>Order Territory: The Wounded Greccion >>26603442 "Around time year big prey still eating openly, even here."
>As you searched for any wildlife the Greccion shimmered back down off the rock, flecks of moss trailing his descent. "Afraid can't hunt, you do it with weapons."
>You heard plenty of flora all around, from bugs in the undergrowth to birds in the sparse canopy overhead. >But no large prey animals whatsoever, until your HUD picked something up a few feet away. >Investigating, you found a large dollop of feces splattered on a combination of fallen bark and rocks. >Judging by the size the animal must be around the same as the Greccion, and by how...soft it with a twig, it was still fairly fresh. >Turning around at a disgusted sneeze, your catch sight of the Greccion's silhouette snap around from his spastic hacking. "Smell bad, but belong to plant eater, close it has be."
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>Citadel Doctor Heartbeat >>26559496 >Slowly bringing her head up to eye level, the vibrant pink unicorn nods briefly while her lips curl downwards, sitting down to eye the top blanket's complete lack of patterns. "I suppose so. Being self-quarantined at a young age oft times makes dealing with others complicated, even superficial."
>Still dead to the physical world, the golden harpy hadn't so much as moved, leading you to think she wouldn't wake up for quite some time. "Hmph."
>Ears folding backwards after the snort, the Doctor's muzzle scrunches, her face contorted in a strange mixture of moods. "Gale Ironmane is not somepony to discount or deal with unfairly, even if one knows her weaknesses. I do not know if I distrust that pegasus more than I fear or loathe her, though the desire to spy on her every waking moment is nearly unbearable. I will state that she made an excellent point of physiological human differences deserving further stu-"
>Nose twitching aggravatingly, Doctor Heartbeat blinks, then assumes a rather neutral face, a sound similar to a broom on stone occurring as she clicks her tongue once, a sheaf of paper drawn up from somewhere along with what looked like a pencil, writing down the list while she speaks. "What I require are the basic biological processes: what human foods are preferred and necessary; what is to be cooked and what is to be raw; what is toxic, poisonous, too acidic or alkaline to consume; the minimum amounts of each general food group necessary to sustain both minimum and excellent health; the requisite toxin, poison, and allergen responses of known Tallus foods; and last would be comparisons between what we usually have on hoof to prevent, cure, and treat symptoms."
>Paused from her note taking, the mare's snout wiggles back and forth in near-deviousness. "If you would prefer, I have a contact in the Moors by the name of Peach Drop that could pass this information through to me."
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>>26608352 >Pareidolia brings his gaze back to the books before him as he idly finishes off the last shrimp on his plate >His brow remains slightly furrowed as he listens >Then my deduction was correct. >Though, quarantine would not explain a superficial attitude towards social interaction. >Her position demands that. Or was she selected for some other reason? >No clear motive for the practice at present. >He looks sidelong at Heartbeat as she begins talking about Ironmane with absolutely no prompting on his part. >...These ponies really do speak their minds more often than they should. >Convenient information for me. >Ironmane has an interest in studying humans? >Worrisome. And I've yet to be informed of her tasks. >Will need to minimize the amount of information her prying finds. >He takes a bite of another mushroom and closes his eyes as she recites her list >Information on diet... >Dietary risks... >Effective medical models of treatment... >And has a contact in the Moors. >With such an extensive list, even if she is confined here if this was her assigned task, she should have clearance to request the Starborn affiliated humans to provide this information. >That would be a preferable first option to recruiting an unexpected intruder. >Exhaling and taking a sizable gulp from the water bottle, he taps his fingers against the page of one of the volumes. 1/2
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>>26608780 "I may need to make use of Peach Drop for whatever information I cannot recall now."
>He pauses briefly, still drumming his fingers. "Given that this was your assignment, to acquire said information, wouldn't it have been more reasonable to request the presence of one of the Starborn affiliated humans to provide it? They have access to the Citadel and could easily acquire what you need. While I will be able to provide some of the information you requested, I do not understand why you opted to ask an intruder instead of Razorback directly."
>He stops tapping his fingers and looks at her. "Is something preventing you from making use of that option? If so, how were you expected to accomplish this task when you have little to no contact with humans?"
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>>26570265 "Ehh.. now I remember you. Figured you'd left for somewhere like a few others've done, got lost, or been killed. Go ahead, I'm listening."
"....well.."
>Silence reigns for over a minute, then two; a patch of static occurs before a short shattering of glass later, finally ending with the former DJ slipping into a thick, enraged Texan accent as something else breaks. "Thas jus' fucken great! All we done for 'em ruint bah one sonnuvabitch thet couldn' keep 'is nose clean, fuck ev'rytha-"
>The transmission cuts out immediately, leaving you with a single fading bar of battery life. GM Strangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi
>Shanis & Roust >>26576366 >>26576406 >'You mean she has a willingness to speak? I agree!' >Wiggling her ears in wide circles, the Changeling squints up at the dome, black nostrils flaring as a condescending glare hardens her face. >'I've made it very clear what I'll do to him if he becomes a problem.. ..as for my Queen, she has told me that we may recover everything we want from here, but we should be leaving very quickly before whatever THAT thing is decides to dig down.' "We can talk about the fatflank and the weirdo later, right now I'd like to know how we're going to ge-"
>Gazing down Roust out the corner of her eye by using the stereotypical aggrieved matron's look, Shanis' ears flatten and eyes glint dangerously at the rough treatment, caught in mid-sentence, thus making her unprepared for the twisting, strangely tasting colors of psionic teleportation. >Deposited into pitch blacked snow via a bright green C minor tasting rift next to the sled, Shanis lands facefirst inside it, Roust flopping into the two foot snow with a single never ending, enraged mental harangue that probably included every swear word across Tallus, half-spaced and all, that is if you could remember it, silently fumes about leaving her armor behind. >Streaks of blue from the east catch your attention beyond a dead still Fuoco: station wagon sized chunks of bright, whirling blue claws, or perhaps teeth, forming a sequence of hundred foot long chained blades ripping through the snow and ground at a frenzied pace above the dome, a sudden deadpan from Roust making the Mercenary Queen's blood both boil and freeze at the same time, shouting to be heard over the painful noise. >'That is a Frost Ripper.. a small one.' "You call that thing SMALL!? ARE YOU INSANE?!"
>'I was years ago, but no, that is a small one, perhaps twenty years old at the most.' "THEN GET US THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!"
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>Mr.Agent >>26610690 >Tsking at his phone nearing its deathbed, he ended the called before re-securing the cig in his lips. "He'd better tell 'em all soon, gotta feelin' worse is'till on its way."
>Pocketing his hands as he turned to gaze north, the suited Operator had only one thought on his mind. >"Wonder if there is any clients 'round here." Anonymous
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>>26610773 Nice rushing. Looks like you'll come out with less than when you went in.
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>>26604213 "Strenuous activity is not advisable."
>Unfortunately, his blasters have been displaying erratic performance. "My weapons should be enough, but you may wish to be prepared for the event that they are not, aruetii. They are badly damaged, too."
>His armaments will be a priority for repair. The broken vibroblade must be mended first, although such a relatively simple repair should not take much time. >The ways in which Geonosians made messes were unlike what leads the Clone's search. >Much more disgusting. Unlike the corpses earlier, his respirator is able to dissipate the stench that plagues the Greccion. >He cannot help but stifle a chuckle at the sight, before mentally chastising himself for this slip in focus. >How the Greccion can identify its source is beyond him, but now is not the time to think about the fine details. "A herbivore? A prime target."
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>Order Territory: The Wounded Greccion 1 AMBUSH TOKEN FOR THUNDER-RAVEN!
>>26612544 >Scanning the closeby flora for implications of the defecaters' presence, you spot a short bush missing some of its spindly leaves with some of its neighbors crushed to the side, as if a big animal barged its way through them. >Checking yourself, you find that your preyish armoured body has faded somewhat translucent, although you felt your bright vibrant blue visor would be a dead give away against the green environment to any searching. >Or not wanting to be searched... >Before you heard him, the patter of a pebble bouncing off rock to rock announced the Greccion coming to a stop next to you, his voice lowered as a shimer of his head surveyed the tree covered horizon. "Yes, no bones and green. Plant eater close, but where."
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>>26541568 >Inwardly agasp at Nalyina's comment, the Night Guard scrunches his muzzle disdainfully. >He does NOT spend half of his bits on just comics! >There's other stuff, too.. "I-I do that! Which is why I always buy TWO of each comic! One to keep in it's original packaging, and one to read."
>Finding that his logic is infallible, Blitz changes his mood, smiling smugly at the aging crystal pony. >And sneaks in a silent raspberry in her direction, while her back was turned around to negotiate with the Japoneighsian. >That'll show her! >Rolling her eye's at Blitz's painfully immature display, Aster smiles softly at Nalyina's results for some wiggle room and brings a hoof to her chin to contemplate. >Thumping Blitz in his light armored chest, to cease his now playful leering, she looks over at her saddle bag strapped to him. "Split an S-Rank Travel? Fourteen from me, thirteen from you."
>The pegasus looks at her oddly, head cocked to his right at the odd purchase decision. "Why do you want a travel one?"
"My mattress is nice and broken in, and I don't have a good travel futon. And you can use it... whenever you wan, I guess."
>Knowing an incentive always works on him, Blitz instantly perks up and agrees with a nod and reaches back to pull out a separate bag to hoof to Rasera. >Collecting the necessary bits from both saddle bags, he loads the pouch up with twenty-seven hundred bits worth while Aster points to the third name and price from the bottom and signals for only one futon to the black slender mare. Hollow Case !!FEMvVzbE8O0
>>26610773 >Choosing to stay silent at the idea of retribution against Hodch, Hollow just keeps up his grin >That's hopefully not gonna be a problem...Hodch is a good ally, despite his tastes >I have seen a few interesting cases myself... >Dusting the snow from his armor, Hollow looks at Shanis, than at Roust, than promptly removes his helmet and headbutts it...gently "I forgot about the damn armor...I'm sorry Roust. Still, better than being eaten."
>Sauntering (quickly) over to Shanis, dusting her off a bit, before hoisting her over to Fuoco and the sled, Hollow deposits her on it as gracefully as possible "Sorry Shanis, for that teleporting, the one that's about to happen, and making you lay on a skeleton!"
>Now choosing to merely rush, without any sauntering, to Roust, Hollow hurries her over to the sled, makes sure his body is in contact with it, Fuoco, and Shanis, and another hand on Roust >Geez, why can't teleporting be easier...at least we're within the limits of this stupid disc... "Okay, so...this'll probably be even bumpier than my teleport, so...hang on?"
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>>26614208 >The Commando's gaze quickly locks onto the unnatural gap between some of the plants, and he moves in for closer inspection. >One of the plants has been damaged. Almost certainly used for feeding. >Focusing more on tracking down some prey than hiding from possible hostiles, if he can keep up the pace, he follows this lead and alerts the Greccion. "Signs of activity. This way."
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>Order Territory: The Wounded Greccion 1 AMBUSH TOKEN FOR THUNDER-RAVEN!
>>26619552 "Can't see enemies, hear animals in distance back fire at. Smoke cleared likely."
>The memory of that little stunt you pulled off back there made the Greccion gag up some spittle, his sore smoked throat slightly disrupting his concealment before vanishing again. >Taking in a few deep breaths to focus his mind and body, your wounded partner skulked after, his profile low even within the embrace of the Underdark. "Right way, I keep look for enemy."
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>As you moved out, one of your boots slipped on a particularly moist chunk of wood, causing you to lose your footing somewhat. >You were able to correct yourself easily, although the abrupt move washed the Underdark off of you, leaving you perfectly visible to the naked eye. [Grecccion] "????-" "-Won't do good when seen."
>It was simple enough following the tracks, since they were cutting through an increasing amount of pebbles and stone covered ground, leaving scuff marks and displaced rocks to give away the direction the animal was heading. >Observing the wider picture of your environment to get into the mind of the animal, you conclude it took a shortcut through this mismatched patch of stones to reach an open area of long grass up ahead by several yards, bypassing nasty looking briar's that yourself and the Greccion were about to encounter. [1d6] >The Hunters Anonymous
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>>26620845 "Possibly, but we can't afford to take any chances."
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>>26621618 >Rectifying the slip immediately seemed to have pleased whatever forces were at play on Tallus, as your body was mostly invisible with any sound you made dulled away, combined with the natural rustle of undergrowth caught in timid air currents masked your movement even more so. >The path your prey left behind vanished from your sight for the next couple of feet, until you spotted a moss covered rock laying on its bare side, residue of dirt still clinging onto it from when it was knocked out of its place in the ground. >Taking up this lead, you soon discover more evidence of the creatures presence, this time it snacking on a dead bush of bristled twigs. The leafless shrub in question was slick still of saliva from the grazing herbivore, meaning it was closer than you thought initially. >Looking around, you spot a new trail of trampled brush moving towards the long grassed area that bathed in what sunlight that came through increasing mist overhead. >Eyes squinted as he took another glance from over his shoulder, the Greccion stopped in place as his feline ears swiveled curiously at a distant noise way back. "Heard sound, scuff on stone could be anything. Stay careful."
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>>26622526 >The spontaneous optical camouflage is still as odd a phenomenon as it was when he first encountered it. >The Commando jokes to himself about this being early signs of Force sensitivity. >Since the Greccion can conceal himself so effectively in this way, perhaps this is a world where everything just so happens to be Force-sensitive, he thinks. >He quickly scolds himself once again, knowing that such breaks in focus will likely get him killed on this planet. [1d6]<U. Stealth
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>Discovering more indications of the target's path, he quickly follows it closely, occasionally checking behind him to see if the Greccion is keeping up. >It is not long before his haste is justified. "Could be, but we can't afford to assume anything but the worst."
>As he glances back again, he sees the Greccion standing still, his ears in constant motion. >Likely possessing a superior sense of hearing, and attempting to pinpoint the source of the noise. >A useful ability. But only in less urgent circumstances. "Keep moving, aruetii. We cannot let them catch up."
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>>26577171 "Me neither."
>Wrinkling her nose in agreement, Marble Leaf kicks her helmet back towards the tents, turning about and rumbling in irritation. "We'll keep an eye out, but knowing those three they'll scrounge ten tons of food, ingredients, spices, and expect us to haul them back.."
>Staring straight ahead with blank eyes, Denra speaks up with a just-about-to-lose it tone. "I... I need to go-"
>Spinning on hoof, an instant, burning wash of air occurs, as do multiple teleports in sequence, blurs of yellow heading directly at the new barracks. >Taking on a world-weary expression, Hodch lazily clicks his teeth together another while his ears flick in thought. "I imagine Pella could be a tad bit irritated if she thinks you were with another mare, so I do suggest taking a shower or bath.. you know, Denra did tell say he was trying to figure out what was carrying us and how, swore he could hear a heart beating, too. What most concerns me is whether or not she actually 'birthed' us.."
>Raising a hoof to eye the birthing fluid, a mix of disgruntled fascination and concern crossing his face, the deep purple unicorn sniffs at it once, then nods in a slow, sage manner. "And I can state that indeed she did, this is definitely amniotic fluid. While I'm reasonably certain we've been ingesting her fluids at a rather small rate.. hmm, well, no matter, it won't cause any lasting harm. Good night to you, and please remember to keep this quiet."
>Offering a casual nod, the reservist casually snaps around, strolling towards the pagoda and humming without a care in the world, leaving you questioning what, precisely, the devious undertones of his statement was. Anonymous
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Dante 'Doc Feelgood' !!CI20gJSuHRZ
>>26627447 >Trying to shake off the maregoo, I fleck more on the ground around me. >Someone will clean it up, I'm sure. >Freezing in place, I turn to look at Hodch. "..So, you're saying that she straight up gave birth to us? And this is..."
>A small hiccup of disgust goes through my throat. "And we've been 'INGESTING' it?! Urgh...yeah, I think I don't want to let -anyone- know about this."
>You know, if I didn't find this so incredibly revolting, I would be laughing my ass off. >At any rate... >I very calmly start to walk towards the barracks' showers. >By that, I mean I sprint towards them at the fastest pace I can, wanting to rid myself of the birthing fluids. >A small thought occurs to me as I run, intent on taking one or eight showers. >'Wait...did she say she enjoyed that?' >After spending way too much time to be healthy in the showers, and feeling cleansed to the pore, I find myself faced with the daunting task of cleaning my weapons of the birthing fluids. >Who knew oiled machinery and bio-fluids could mix and become a mega-oily and twice as hard to remove substance? >After that, I take my current set of clothes (after removing all of my personal stuff that could be salvaged, and throwing the rest that couldn't away), and put it in a water-tight bag and place it in the hamper, with a note on top. >The note reads 'Please don't ask what the fluids are- You don't want to know, and I -wish- I didn't know what they are.' >After completing the minor process, I return to mine and my herd's room, collapsing on the bed, and nigh instantly passing out. >A single fleeting thought about where Mist went passes through my mind before the grip of sleep overtakes me. Anonymous
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>>26557782 >With his lips pulled in a flat line, Eric stares back. "Right."
>He clears his throat. "And it's the uhm... Intensity, ma'am."
>The man looks down at the plastic cases she had so conveniently popped open for him, lifting one of them to inspect it, glancing over the instructions and the contents. "I'll pass. On both of those, I mean."
>He glances up with a slight, wry smile. "I ah... Prefer keeping a clear head."
>He places the case back down and leans forward, forearms braced on his knees. "But I guess, ah, where should I be getting started here? I'll be straight with you, I don't know what I'm doing here."
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>Lying facedown on the stone to stew in building rage, disgust, and a morbid rising sense that he was being purposefully fucked with, the Cultist takes several minutes to collect what few wits he wasn't sure he had left.
>Eventually rolling onto his back, he twists around and sits up, casting a mollified snarl onto the general vicinity as he stands. >"If a single pony sees this I'm going to cut their legs off boil their hooves into glue and close their mouths PERMANENTLY-" >Flipping a middle finger backwards at the hated circular torture cell, Corsen brushes himself off indignantly, then pulls out the map of Canterlot. >Unfolding and glaring at it for a while, tracing a finger across the streets with great unease, he mutters in contempt, then begins seeking out the closest reputed den of villainy. [1d6] <U.Scouting
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>With that in mind, Surplus now had to find the pagoda. >Some questions would point him in the right way, but still he was worried. Exiting the fortress would be his first excursion out into the Everfree. >Alone. >Now he was worried. Caliya had warned him about going off alone, but at the same time, Sweets had gone off alone. And she wasn't in the best of states. >One man rescue mission? Perhaps?
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>Citadel Doctor Heartbeat >>26608780 >>26608884 "That is fine."
>Eyes flicking at you, Heartbeat's nose briefly wiggles in thought, reaching up with a knee to rub her chin, her tone becoming vaguely timid. "There are.. numerous factors which prevent me from fulfilling this request properly. First, I have not met both affiliates as they have not returned to the Citadel for some time. Secondly, General Twisted Wing is one's mate, and Brawler Belltower is the other's. Due to the position of the medical ward, I may only see them twice per year, each for less than five minutes of time, and I have neither the ability to impose demands on them, nor am I allowed to operate outside my jurisdiction. Third.."
>Motioning with her head towards Eleyana, the Citadel Doctor rolls her eyes without malice in her tone. "I am training my replacement alchemist, one that has her head higher in the clouds than any pegasus.. except, perhaps, for Lucky. Fourthly, upon hearing that a non-Starborn affiliate accessed the Citadel and was promptly thrown into a fully one-sided confrontation.. with me being the chief doctor, you can see where this is going. I thought that an 'interactive learning experience', to quote a certain hedonist, would provide more informative in an informal, non-hostile setting. Treating a patient, opening dialogue with said patient, studying their respective injuries to a satisfactory level, or lack thereof, checking one's books for second opinions, and then finding a third opinion from another doctor is not exactly standard procedure, for myself, however, that is personal preference."
>Placing her hoof down, Heartbeat tilts her back, the corners of her lips curling up in a small, amused motion. "As well, one does not encounter a thinking, feeling Otherworldly sentient that is not a maddened slavering beast or high ranking threat very often, you know."
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>Order Territory: The Wounded Greccion 1 AMBUSH TOKEN FOR THUNDER-RAVEN!
>>26622923 "Movement, sound of metal and hoof. Many, enemy patrol certain."
>After lowering his profile he followed you closer to the long grass, ears still facing backwards. >Now a few feet from the edge of the grass, you could hear the sound of something munching from within the grass's interior, most likely your prey. >However, movement from your right stole your attention and turning to look you saw a predator of sorts stalking low near the grass too. >It appeared to be a mostly canine, apart from its six legs. >Looking back, you could see the edges of helmeted ponies coming into view. >From what you could tell, they appeared to be equipped in lighter armour then what you have already seen, their movement suggesting they too were hunting something. Anonymous
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>>26639354 "I doubt we could take them all out at once."
>As effective as it would be, the Clone does not wish to expend another detpack. Priming it would give them time to close in, and the sound could easily attract more enemies. >Target is in close proximity. >Local wildlife poses competition. >Its strange appearance steals his attention for a moment, before he thinks about what the best course of action would be. >Blasters are a no-go, the sound would give their position away. >If it is allowed to kill the target for them, the creature could then turn its attention to the pair, or steal the corpse. >Eliminating the competing predator and hiding its corpse inside the concealment of the grass would solve one of their two problems and leave no trace for the enemies to follow. >If done efficiently and quickly, the target should be an easy kill from there. >The Commando relays this plan to the Greccion, his voice hushed as he spots the enemy. >Reduced armour - befitting of a scout. They are definitely on their tail. "Target nearby. Predator in proximity. Aruetii, you take the predator and hide yourself and its body in the grass, and I will eliminate the target."
>With the current situation analysed, he starts to think about what to do from there. >There is little they can do besides continuing to escape. The proximity of the scouts indicates that they have been able to keep a faster pace. >If the pair can leave no trace, a change of course could throw the scouts off. >Alternatively, a trace may be left in another direction, leading them on the trail of a target that is not there. >After another moment of consideration, he judges that too much relies on chance in the former possibility. "From there, I will leave traces of blood that indicate we have moved, while we instead leave in another direction. The scouts should follow that instead."
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>>26640375 >Order Territory: The Wounded Greccion AMBUSH TOKEN(S): 1, THUNDER-RAVEN!
>Although his head and ears did not change direction, he gave a cautious nod as he continued to stare at the approaching group of ponies. "What if hunt predator not us?"
>His voice was barely audible as he finally back stepped slightly closer to you, the shimmering made by his movement masked by the wind rustled brushes. "If hunting us, would be Order forces like before, these ponyfolk arm with simple things."
>In full view now could you see that their equipment was drastically more mundane than the equines you faced earlier on, but what they didn't make up in strength, they made up in numbers you saw. >Ten at least, the lead pony halting at catching sight of the humped back of the canine beast ahead of them, they talking in a determined bray. [Order] "????"
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>>26636716 >Canterlot: Venous >With a scowling face that could crack stone, you could not see a single living being, pony or otherwise nearby. >Good. >Or bad. >Whatever God was playing with your mind at the moment. >As you angrily stomped your feet into the darkened streets of this part of Canterlot did you feel the hair on thee nap of your neck stand on end as you visualized the incorporeal being in the Translocation Stone judgingly stare at your back as you receded deeper into the city. >After a while of following the map, you realize the light granted by the dim lamps and housing did not help that much when it came to deciphering the finer details of the map. >Looking up from the held piece of paper, you found yourself at dried up fountain quarter the size of Duo's, its insides filled with more edible weeds than flamboyant flowers. >Before you ripped the map into pieces, your brain flicked on. >Checking, you see that this was a landmark on the map, and you were three blocks away from the Brothel, easily traversed by following a straight line. >Easy enough. > "Where is he?!"
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>>26641039 >A clearer look at the pursuers confirms the Greccion's observation. >The difference in equipment is large. Perhaps too large for scouts. A scout team would also be much smaller. "You may be right, aruetii, but our position is still at risk."
>They may be civilians, but the pair still need their target. >From their reaction to the sight of the canine, the group appear to be hunting that instead. >Moving into the grass may draw their attention, given their position, and have them mistake the two for additional prey. >If the pair move away and leave the group alone, it is possible that they will eliminate the competing predator for them. >It is unknown if they will attack the pair's target, however, if they even notice it among the grass. If so, they will need to be subdued, and the prey taken from them for their own use. >That would use up the Commando's final EC Detonator. >Although, the situation would justify it, and the group is likely to leave as one, bunched up and maximising the grenade's potential. "We will break off and give them some space. If they are here for the canine, we can let them take it out of the situation for us, but we will need to steal the body of the target if they kill it, too."
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>Order Territory: The Wounded Greccion AMBUSH TOKEN(S): 1, THUNDER-RAVEN!
>>26641343 >Staying silent for a pregnant moment, the Greccion finally agreed. "Slip deeper away from them."
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>>26641904 >As the Commando backs away, he watches the group split up. >One team to take the canine, while the other moves away with some unknown goal. >They do not appear to also be after the pair's target, but they will need to stay cautious in case they return. >As they go, they vanish from sight. Witnessing the Greccion do it is one thing, but to see so many also pull it off adds some validity to his earlier thoughts. >He, of course, lacks such an ability. Attempting to hide himself as best he can as he backs off, he moves slowly to reduce the impact any falter in the concealment may have. [1d6]<U. Stealth
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>Order Territory: The Wounded Greccion AMBUSH TOKEN(S): 2, THUNDER-RAVEN!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DkSzne1Esg4 >>26646701 >Even though you had no such inherit ability that appeared to be readily available to every other inhabitant of this planet, you too, once again found yourself slipping deep into the unidentifiable plain that lay right outside of corporal space. >With your being hidden under the veil like every other sentient within the vicinity, you could not see the Greccion move, but knew he too was following suit and was taking care in his step to melt away from the immediate fight that was about to take place. >While you were busying yourself in making sure your steps did not falter and thus break your concealment, you did not catch the canine creature turning on its axis to confront the approaching hunting party after catching wiff of them, its two browless orange eyes honing in on two of the stalking five ponies. >Its sleek fur coat changed coarse as said coat stood on end in attention, a defensive tactic to make itself appear larger to enemies you wagered. >The equines however were not fooled by this, and with a plethora of nets and side-mounted spears did the five charge at the cornered animal, whom in turn lashed out with flailing swipes after a surprisingly large leap produced from its hindlegs. [1d6+2] >Visible ponies
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>>26650430 >Somehow, the Commando is able to disappear from view to an effective degree. >It's useful and it seems to work, so he can do without questioning it for now. >The predator turns its attention to the approaching hunters, and both sides attack. >If the fight progresses and moves to a sufficient distance, he and the Greccion may be able to eliminate their target and move on. >He continues to watch as it unfolds. [1d6]<B. Perception
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>Order Territory: The Wounded Greccion AMBUSH TOKEN(S): 2, THUNDER-RAVEN!
>>26650779 >The beast's counterattack took the two poorly concealed ponies off guard, and so when swinging claws and gnashing teeth met their hastily preparing defenses were they beaten back by a few feet into some unsavory thrushes. Hunter Pony#1&2 90/100HP >With its back completely exposed, the three invisible ponies broke out of stealth at the flanked creature, driving their spears and shortswords at its limbs. 492/500HP >Spinning in wild circles did the animal fling its bleeding limbs at its attackers, stubby but sharp claws and serrated teeth coming into contact with the lightly armoured ponies. [1d6+6] >Canine catastrophe
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>As you watched on, you took note that the other ponies that disappeared into the undergrowth did not show up yet to aid their brethren in this rapidly devolving fight. >Glancing back into the long grass, you could not see tail nor ear of the herbivore previously grazing inside its thick realm, it presumably scared off by the sudden fight between hunters and hunter. >Raising your profile carefully to cast your visor into the thickness of the greenery, you saw that a pathway had formed where the prey animal had run off too, leaving a literal corridor for you to follow. RC-1129 "Thunder Raven" !!kqaqE++AVPJ
>>26651699 >The hunters appear to be having a tough time with their prey. >While it goes against his earlier decisions and actions, trying to help them is only going to expose the pair, and in their current statuses, it is a risk not worth taking. >In addition, the others have not returned to provide support. Should they do so, the pair's assistance will be unnecessary. >A look into the grass reveals a trail to the target, having fled due to the outbreak of combat. >Following this parting would not disturb the grass, and thus would not indicate their presence within. "The target has run away, but it has left a path through the grass. If we move now, aruetii, we can track it down while these hunters are distracted without drawing attention to ourselves."
>Allowing the fight to finish may result in the hunters following the trail as well. If they do so after the pair track down their target, they will still be able to escape with its body and leave a fake trail as the Clone planned before. [1d6]<B. Perception
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>Order Territory: The Wounded Greccion AMBUSH TOKEN(S): 2, THUNDER-RAVEN!
>>26651943 >From a spectators standpoint, the maniacal flailing of the canines legs appeared to be a ferocious and deterring tactic, however hunting party of ponies were close enough and numerous that the forces dealt were absorbed by their unflinching positions. >As you scanned the sea of green for any hint of the animal, just in case it was nearby, the wall of grass closest to the ensuing battle was battered down by a stampede of hooves as the other five ponies charged into combat, they braying out in their native tongues. [1d6+10] Hunter Pony Group#1
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"Look opening now in front us, enter in no notice or trace. Come."
>Not one to risk all that has been achieved thus far, the Greccion took tentative limping steps towards the gaping hole that led access into the long grass, his breath short and ears sharp. [1d6] B.Perception
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>Rasera, Traveling Merchant >>26616342 >Turning her head back partway, Naliyna only manages to express an 'I'm a bit impressed, but something is still wrong here' look of partial surprise. "I suppose that makes some sense. Do you even save anything just in case something bad happens like.. I dunno, get fired, break a leg, need to pay for a one way trip to Ewerup to flee from a bunch of angry minotaur cows, or anything else?"
>Without waiting for a response, she returns to gaze up at the still as-of-yet-unknown and unconscious human with a doubtful nose wiggle, motioning at Japoneighse mare, then herself, and finally at Spruce with a questioning ear wiggle, receiving little more than an awkward, dumbfounded widening of her eyes and a slow, confused tilt of Rasera's head. >Halfway covering an irritated sigh with a background hum, the Crystal mare directs the blanket off the human, then the human off the stack of futons while spinning on hoof, then nods quickly at Aster and Blitz, skate-floating towards the clinic afterwards. "Try not to drive her crazy, mad, off, or anything else for that matter, I've a feeling she has other stuff for sale that WON'T be easy to barter down-"
>Shifting from side to side on her hooves, Rasera quickly assumes a friendly, if still very much timid, smile at the remaining pair, leaning over the sign to triple check the request, finally offering an 'acceptable' shake of her mane, which seemed to be about the only Equestrian body language she knew. >Promptly high trotting in place, the spindly sable mare appears to set out another pair of stands, leaping up and headbutting the A-Rank futons off, with considerable difficulty. >Satisfied that the first two were out of the way, Rasera turns about with a bright cast to her face, motioning for Aster and Blitz to.. what they confusedly realize is a very strangely phrased series of bodily movements that make a request: >"Assume please the position." >... Anonymous
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>>26653100 >The battle continues, and the second group emerges from the grass. >Waiting has proven to be the optimal course of action. >All of the hunters' locations are now known, and they are all occupied. >It is now safe to slip past. >The Commando immediately begins to move, without really focusing on the Greccion confirming what he has already thought. >He keeps his form low, but still moves with haste, occasionally checking behind him to ensure the Greccion is keeping up and to observe the fight, for little reason other than to stay aware of his surroundings. >His earlier concern about civilians cannot be afforded in this situation. [1d6]<B. Perception
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>Order Territory: The Wounded Greccion AMBUSH TOKEN(S): 2, THUNDER-RAVEN!
>>26657218 >The Greccion was lagging a few feet behind as you entered the grass, your wide vision suddenly being reduced to a corridor. >Outside the long grass you could see the edge of the fighting, they ponies and the predatory animal exchanging blows but none leaving any impact to each party. >For a single beast, it was putting up quite the fight. >Inside the new terrain, you saw where the other pony party came from, they circumventing around hazardous bushes by trudging through here, leaving a trail of where they entered from. >But this trail was not connected to the trail left by the prey, in fact a slither of grass wall was between you and the wanted tracks. RC-1129 "Thunder Raven" !!kqaqE++AVPJ
>>26659415 >As the distance between the two and the fight increases, the Commando gradually quickens his pace, taking care not to leave the Greccion too far behind. >The view of the hunters soon diminishes. >So many, having such trouble with one target...either it is a very fearsome target, or these hunters have an alarming lack of expertise. >Given his experiences so far, the latter option is very plausible. >The trail left by the backup team is visible, but thankfully distinguished from the path to the target by a few undisturbed blades of grass. >Putting the fight out of mind now that the two are leaving the viscinity, the Commando continues down the path left by their prey. The GM-L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk
>Order Territory: The Wounded Greccion AMBUSH TOKEN(S): 2, THUNDER-RAVEN!
>>26660473 >Making sure that your breakthrough of the separating grass was not too apparent, you soon find yourself in where the herbivore was originally grazing before it being startled. >The ground was cleared of grass where you stood, meaning the animal was quite efficient in gathering cud. >Which also meant it would have a large bulbous stomach to digest such quantities of food, making it a bigger target for you. >Crouch walking through the afforded corridor for a couple of metres, the sound of battle was just about to leave your hearing when your path was abruptly halted by an intact wall of grass. >Coughing behind you, the Greccion snaked around your side to investigate what was happening. "Where it go, something big can't disappear without trace like this."
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>>26661723 >Following the trail is a simple task, until it completely vanishes. >The Commando studies the dead end carefully as he does so, as if the answer were written on any one of the blades of grass, in a pointless attempt to find something to make sense of it. [1d6]<B. Perception
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>He immediately begins to analyse the situation, attempting to identify the next course of action. >They had not accidentally crossed onto the path the hunters had left - and even then, if they had, it could not end in such a way, either. >The two paths were completely separate and the evidence showed nothing had crossed between - the second team could not have come across and taken the target from them, and the target could not have traveled along the hunters' trail. >As before with the spear, he says these deductions aloud, quieter than usual and completely unintentionally, but still easily loud enough to hear. >One other option springs to the Clone's mind, although highly unlikely and part of little more than a "what-if" scenario. This, too, is announced inadvertently. "It's as if it took flight."
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>Order Territory: The Wounded Greccion AMBUSH TOKEN(S): 2, THUNDER-RAVEN!
>>26662857 >As your visor stared closely at one singled out grass blades edge, a tiny bug crawled into view from the other side, taking you by surprise. "Not fly but jump, look there."
>Speaking up after investigating the surrounding area for any sign of what happened to the big game, the Greccion had a barely perceptible silhouette of a claw pointing beyond the grass end. >There, a few metres away was another crater in the centre of the untouched green landscape, with a wide meandering path cutting through its body. "Jumps away to escape, but leaves trail."
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>>26655934 >Slipping his tongue back into his mouth, before notice, Blitz stares at the crystal mare like a deer in bright lights. >With little, to no, reasonable or respective explanation to counter Nalyina's "Uhhhhhh.. Yes. Why would I need to buy a trip to Ewerup when I can us- yes score!"
>The pegasus whispers to himself, in sudden victory, as she turns back around and then skims off ot the Clinic. >Saved it! >Aster keeps her mouth shut, and smirks to the side, knowing full well his mom has happily bailed his flank out of trouble more times than he's probably told her. >What a mama's colt. >Waiting for Rasera to confirm the purchase, Aster takes a few seconds to interpret the slender black mare's motions. >Realizing what she is planning to do, the Lunar Guard nudges Blitz and silently orders him to turn around to accept the awaiting newly purchased futon. >She does the same, and turns around. Anonymous
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>The Waiting Room >>26616410 >'You know all of my heatstones are in it! Naliyna refuses to trade any more of the small ones to me until I pay her back in mushrooms that aren't going to make her a pumpkin!' "What are y- I AM NOT TOUCHING MISTER RATTLES HERE WHAT IF HE'S CONTAGIO-"
>Snarling what was presumed to be a callous remark on being picked up like a foal, Shanis violently flails her legs upon contact with the wood, unbalancing herself and crashing armored flanks first onto the undead mage. >Lifting your feet off Shanis and Fuoco and setting you back into the snow, the slender Vanguard lets a subtle snicker infiltrate your thoughts while she clicks her tongue. >'Hollow, you only need to make contact with whatever needs to be translocated, so since Shanis, Fuoco, and the sled are all tou-' >Flickers of blurry static, much like shitty lunch box cars spinning in a distant tornado, cloud your vision for a space of time that was both indeterminate and very, very short, Roust continuing her lecture unabated while at the same time placing a hoof on a very irate Shanis to calm her. >'-ching one another then you only needed to make contact with one of the three in order to translocate them at the same time... is this a new building?' "Not new. Been working on it for the past month, not even sure what to call it yet.. and I don't recall inviting you four here."
>Hands clasped behind his back and staring up at an actual ceiling for once, Anon turns his head, gesturing to an in-progress waiting room, with accompanying couches and magazine strewn tables to boot, all white of course. >Pointing up at a suspiciously large television set showing a certain four beings standing a good distance away from a particularly large blue menace, the masked man stifles a chortle. "Not as entertaining as other events I've watched, but quite fun regardless."
>'Has he been watching us?' "Looks like it, yes."
>'I hope he didn't watch me slip Mercy all those mushrooms." "....WHAT?!"
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>Post #1/2: Doctor Tipper >>26636087 >Tossing her front hooves in the air with an exasperated noise, the older mare's molten silver eyes swirl, ears flattening in a distinctly non-human gesture. "Intensity, duration, feh! It's all semantics! The only part that matters is the patient is comfortable and not crying about the forty knives sticking out of their plot!"
>Halted from the start of a possible lecture, Tipper drops her forelegs down, turning her head to the right with a guilty expression. "I.. excuse me, I've a few complaints about our medical system. And, I do understand, but sometimes it is important to clear one's head in other manners. If you ever feel the want or need to, come see me."
>Tapping her front hooves together, the faded pink doctor rocks back in her chair, lips curling down in a momentary grimace. "As I stated before, you are not on your own world. There are perhaps ninety other humans here which 'arrived' here, most from before death, a rare number of invitations.. and a few other unpleasantnesses such as suicide. I could summon a few of them to share what they know if you'd prefer."
>Pointing a hoof at the three cases, the instruction manual for one is lifted and brought to her for perusal, frowning over the small book after a minute. "If, however, you mean to determine if you've been drugged and this is a carefully crafted psionic illusion, well.. then both of us are in serious trouble because quite frankly I'm a little scared now that you've brought the idea into my mind. Now, the instructions say to..."
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>Post #2/2: Doctor Tipper >>26636087 >The first case's contents are lifted up and shaken with a subdued pink glow, set down, while the same process is repeated to the other two, a fairly hefty electronic tablet is set next to you, along with a case of small sterile needles in individual packaging, and a glass cube with a small hole tapped into it, a faded hoof pointing at each in turn. "Push the red button that says 'power' first, then place on a level surface. Remove a needle from it's wrapping, without stabbing yourself or others. Prick a ring or middle finger, then squeeze a drop of blood into the hole in the cube. Place the cube in the center... then press the green 'start' button. It will perform an electrochemical analysis that the warranty, whatever that means, says is guaranteed to detect over twenty-nine million known and unknown chemicals, toxins, pollutants, minerals, acids, simple and complex compounds, and.."
>Blinking at the instructions for a minute in quickly growing confusion, Tipper's ears flop to the sides, looking up with a dumbfounded, partially worried stare. "There's a bunch of other words I do not even know how to say, but.. well, here, you read it."
>Floating the booklet back to you, which was made from the bog standard, unsurprisingly cheap paper that nearly everything military wise was like, the basic instructions read out as the unicorn had stated.. although the advanced instructions were, quite frankly, a host of medical jargon gibberish. >Lastly was a section detailing a functional laptop or desktop with a number of installed medical diagnostic programs, particularly those in the toxicology and pharmacology fields, would quicken the process, though neither were required. Pareidolia !!jTiS3DP9uQ9
>>26637664 >Pareidolia nods, remaining silent as Heartbeat explains. >Neither the ability to impose demands or operate outside her jurisdiction? >If the assigned task requires those measures to be fulfilled, then she should have clearance for task relevant parameters. >...But, this isn't Command. Native cultural organization results in inefficiencies. Unavoidable. >Even then, a simple word of mouth request does not seem too imposing... >He follows her gaze towards Eleyana before looking back to her as he takes a sip of water >Reasoning is...sound enough, given the circumstances. >Not standard procedure? Then what -is- her procedure for unknown species? >Given the status quo, highly probable that reference material is minimal or outside her access. >What use is a quarantined doctor for an organization? >His right eye twitches slightly as Heartbeat mentions Otherwordly creatures >It seems this world's encounters with them are similar to Command's. >Confirming suspicions. "Fair enough."
>He gestures to the sheet she had written her list on. "If you've written everything you needed to know."
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>>26665668 >No avail was expected from inspection of the dead end. >Expectations were met. >The Greccion spots the trail continuing some distance away. It seems the Clone's thoughts were not so inaccurate after all. >He shifts his focus to why the target did such a thing. Maybe it did so as the hunters drew close. >Another possibility is that it was trying to bypass something. >Once again, he fails to notice that he's saying everything out loud. >Using the superior reach of the spear, he parts the grass ahead of the pair. >He continues to move forward slowly, cautiously and only after checking that each step is safe to make. [1d6]<B. Perception
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>Order Territory: The Wounded Greccion AMBUSH TOKEN(S): 2, THUNDER-RAVEN!
>>26672172 >With your stance shifted to compensate the extended harpoons in front of you and its weight, you moved forward with careful ease through the thick layers of tall heat ridden grass. >Checking the ground beneath your feet you could not see anything apart from the roots of the surrounding grass you were departing, no traps or dangerous plantlife of the sort either. >After a few more well placed steps later, you finally got to see a clear view of the animal you have been hunting for some time now. >It had four legs, each one bulging with muscle mass that could propel it in any direction. In between these was a bloated stomach that churned from digesting mounds of grass, and from what biology you knew it probably held more then one stomach also. >The head was square with wide lips that were split by a lashing out tongue that groped for many green blades, eyes and ears large but concentrating on something else that wasn't you. >From where you have approached, its flank was in clear range for a stab at with the harpoon. Anonymous
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>>26673027 >With no obstructions, the reason for the creature's movement is unknown, but quickly becomes unimportant. "Target spotted."
>Quadruped, powerful legs, likely possessing sharp senses. >And entirely distracted. >The Commando readies the weapon, and lines up a good angle of attack. >Approaching from the side gives him room to strike any number of internal organs and cause serious damage. >Satisfied with his aim, he charges towards the target, aiming to spear it through the side and wreck as much as he can of its vital organs. [1d6+3]<B. Melee
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>Order Territory: The Wounded Greccion >>26673722 >The herbivore's head snaps right up into the air as you sprang into action, its ears swinging to your direction as it realized what was happening, though it was too late at that point. >Thrusting forward, the harpoons brutal head pierced and tore into the bloated side of the animal, a temporary jet of vile stomach gases hissing from the puncture before the wound was sealed by the rest of the incoming weapon. >As you rammed the pole-arm in, you felt through vibrations along its shaft that the wickedly hooked head was snagging internal organs and scrapping against hard bone. 58/80HP DOUBLE DAMAGE 29/80HP >Letting out a low-note keen, it attempted to jump away but found its legs not working as intended, shock having it hop in place then falling onto its untouched side. SHOCKED! >Body and limbs twitching independently of each other, you watched on over your successful hit. >It then dawned on you the irony of it all. >You, a Republic Commando, an elite soldier of a space faring republic, has been reduced to acting out like a caveman so your partner can survive the winter conditions of the mountains. >Oh if Delta Squad saw you now, let alone yours... RC-1129 "Thunder Raven" !!kqaqE++AVPJ
>>26675324 >The Commando's strike punches through the side of the creature easily, and the further the weapon goes, the more destruction he can feel it causing. >Very effective, for something so primitive. >Removing the weapon takes some effort, and in the time in which he pulls it out, the unnerving sense of familiarity creeps up on him again. >He reminds himself that it was nothing more than a mind trick, but that doesn't stop the unease. >Or the fact that what just happened is uncomfortably close to the Geonosian's methods of attack. >Circumstances demand awful things. "Target eliminated."
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>Order Territory: The Wounded Greccion >>26675814 >Having limped out a perimeter around the fallen animal while you were busily causing the things death through stress and pain rather than doing something more humane, the Greccion was now sitting on the opposite side of the corpse to where you were at as he silently measured out just how long it would take to flay this beast. "Is big animal, don't need skin all to cover me. Take meat too for food in case bad happens. Will be hour least of work, Thunder."
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>>26677755 >With the area relatively safe, time is not of the highest concern. >The Greccion's plans are wise, but having to cook any meat taken will take time and may attract attention. The Clone does not wish to take a gamble on how well his Bacta supply can handle food poisoning, repairing multiple fractures and rejuvenating vitals at the same time. >He doesn't think about it, but it's an odd situation for him, having to potentially rely on something killed by his hands for sustenance. >The circumstances demand it, of course. "We're well hidden here. We should be able to take that time, but let's not dawdle."
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>Order Territory: The Wounded Greccion >>26678074 "Alright."
>He spoke in an almost defeated response as saw an indentation on the nap of the dead animals neck slowly deepen into a careful puncture by an invisible claw, this was followed by furred skin being repeatedly tugged at until the flesh split open into a slice, each jab from the Greccion's claw growing the length and depth of the cut. >For using his claws only he was making remarkable time as it was, for when he reached its rigamortis plagued shoulders it had only been twenty minutes. "You...have cutting thing...on you?"
>He was tired, fatigued even. He was in no real shape for combat let alone carving the skin off of something around his size. Anonymous
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>>26636724 >Eventually finding what seemed to be a pagoda, not that you'd seen a great number of them or the nocturnal ponies in armor gave you mildly uneasy stares, the clusters of couches and the lone tent on the southern side gave the place a comfortable, if not charming, atmosphere. >The moment you spot the large disc in the center of the building, covered in what seemed to be an odd mixture of runic writing and a small amount of English text, it occurred to you that you had no idea what you were even doing. Anonymous
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>>26633795 >Not even slowing his stride, Hodch calls over his shoulder in such a lackadaisical tone that it makes you even more suspicious than you previously were, the unicorn also vanishing from sight with a distinctly sharp popping noise. "That would be correct, ye-"
"-ey, just got back-"
>Waking just enough to realize a warm, partially wet and daffodil smelling body presses into your side, Pella continues her line of thought, wings flopping across you before consciousness begins failing once more. "You would not BELIEVE the amount of sugar and cream I'm going to have to buy to keep this ice cream thing going. Every single mare in the Basin village went to tell their friends about it, so I'm probably going to be stuck running this bloody business, and I'd really like to find some way to..."
>Eventually peering up at your passed out face, the pink-winged pegasus rolls her eyes, then settles in for a well deserved snooze of her own, but not before one last thought strikes her. >".......why does he smell like Las Pegasus?" Anonymous
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>Rasera, Traveling Merchant >>26669537 >Briskly hopping up, the Japoneighse mare's bun bounces tightly as she shoves the abominably heavy travel futon to land atop Blitz first, though to her delight Aster finds it to weight half as much as her armor. >Clopping her front hooves together with a jubilant smile, Rasera quickly bows her head in an overly respectful motion, waving the pegasus and earth mare off. >Turning to eye the remaining three futons, the sable mare tilts her head, quickly setting up a bright red travel tent, leaving a 'Tonight closed, return soon at night!" sign out front of the stand. Anonymous
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>>26679779 >The Commando takes up watch, patrolling a very tight area around the Greccion and the corpse. >He stays close, not risking venturing out too far. The occasional glance back at the Greccion shows that he is making good progress. >Before long, however, his stamina begins to run out. >Swapping positions would be beneficial. He seems to possess sharp senses, and the Clone's vibroblades will make short work of this, while his Bacta supply will prevent such fatigue. >He disconnects his pack once again, and retrieves what seems in appearance to simply be a sizable dagger from inside, before mounting it once again. "We will change places, aruetii. I can take over from here."
>He moves to the Greccion's side, close enough for him to now notice that the blade is quietly humming. Anonymous
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>The toy boat he had been working on sat off to the side as Vick hacked away at the sizeable log he had retrieved during his many escapades into the forest >His strong, grizzled hands hardly noticed the wood as he improved on his first design >Stopping every so often to stare at the door to the wood shop, he continuously wiped sweat from his brow >Of course, it had little to do with his labors and much more to do with his restlessly wriggling insides >"Perhaps he could just go take a peek" the man thought to himself >Maybe he hadn't secured them down well enough? >Perhaps the weather had knocked some over? >A larger animal could have destroyed some >And so, sweating away, the well-padded human pretended to focus on his hobby as his mind tried to give him excuses to check on the root of his excitement
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>Order Territory: The Wounded Greccion >>26686681 >As soon as you sit down next to him, the tired catbird lets you have more room to operate by crawling over the now foul smelling animal corpse. "Will look out, not sure if eyes stay open long."
>The Greccion did a good enough job for you to work with, his carvings giving you how deep you needed to cut and such. >What took him considerable repeating jabs with his claws only took you a few breaths of filtered air as your vibroblade silently glided under the furred skin of the cadaver, and once it was time to roll the thing over onto its other side to continue your work your partner was quite surprised at how fast you had done things. "Sharp weapon, better than harpoon."
>He commented with exhausted awe as he watched you sinking the blood slicked blade underneath flesh again like a surgeon, or for your case a medic on the field. >... >... >Standing up, you evaluate your handiwork. >The broad back of the long deceased herbivore was completely drenched with stinky viscus fluids outlining the vague rectangular shape of flesh you had sliced off, strands of hair ruining the sleekness of your efforts. >Not like the Greccion was going to mind, you assumed. "Look good, no time to tan need to leave if reach at night."
>Although short, you heard the appreciation in his regathered breathing as an outline of a claw sunk its talons underneath the skin, respective lumps growing bigger as he secured his grip. >With a heave from him a barrage of wet sickening sounds came as the Gryphon pulled the skin off what anchoring meat survived from your previous slicing. >Now standing up straight on his hindlegs with a grizzly prize clutched in claw, the Greccion took a moment to regain himself, out of the Underdark and its granted safety. "You can clean this, or no and move on now?"
>adjusting his forleg to the side, he presented you the savage article of "clothing's" raw underside. RC-1129 "Thunder Raven" !!kqaqE++AVPJ
>>26687733 "It's not the sharpness, aruetii."
>The Commando takes a moment before continuing to ensure his concentration is not broken. >Such an operation does not require such focus, but completing it as soon as possible is necessary. "It's vibrating."
>With nothing else to add, his response is kept jarringly short. >More potent than the spear, most likely, but melee combat is best left to the blades in his gauntlets, as a last resort. >Their effectiveness is, of course, drastically hindered in their current state. >However, they will be simple to repair. >With the Greccion satisfied, he cleans off the blade with some neighbouring blades of grass and returns it to its place inside his pack. >The risks posed by this raw flesh being brought into contact with the Greccion's open wound are uncertain. It would be best to sanitise it to avoid having to use up any more Bacta, but the best thing he has is his welding torch, which is unlikely to be effective and not worth expending some of its limited power. "We need to keep moving. There is little I can do to effectively sanitise it. If worst comes to worst, some Bacta will take care of things."
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>>26671271 >I'm beginning to get the feeling I've overreacted again >Might be too late... >Choosing to stay conspicuously silent through the translocation, Hollow blinks >Then blinks a lot more when he realizes he isn't in the middle of the Fortress "Have I buggered something up here, or is the universe responsible?"
>Puffing nervously on his cigar, Hollow stares Anon down, before pulling another cigar from his vest "Well, you don't exactly seem to have a mouth, but it would be rude of me not to offer one, considering we've intruded. So, where exactly is this...waiting room? I hope you aren't going to be playing dentist."
>Looking over at Roust, Hollow shrugs >"I always assume something is watching us at all times. It's safer that way, I say." >Let's see what situation my kneejerk reaction has brought us into this time... The GM-L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk
>Order Territory: The Wounded Greccion >>26688045 >Nodding in agreement, the Greccion propped himself back down onto all three functioning legs by shimming down the now useless, and partially flayed herbivore. >Throwing the furry stretch of meat onto his back, your partner jostled it around to get used to the new foreign wet sensation seeping into his wounds' hole. "Lets go."
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>... >The edge of the tall grass was closer then you thought, it being within sight as you were 30 feet into your journey of returning to Anfang. >Beyond the relatively safe confines of the grass was the forest, it now dimmer than before due to the sun reaching past its zenith in the sky and now was on course of lowering itself to the darkening horizon. >It would be a couple of hours until night came however, and whether or not yourself was near the border at that point was still up in the air. >Every so often as you checked your surroundings for enemy patrols or any other signs of danger, you catching sight several times of the invisible Greccion producing an outline of himself as he adjusted the flayed cape on his back, it no doubt being a source of great irritant to him and his injuries. >... >... >Gone now was the forest, its hardwood trees and bountiful shrubberies having gradually receded away in the wake of larger stones until the ground beneath your boots were made up of solid granite. >This was definitely not the way you came in, but as the Greccion said, as long as you reached the mountains it was fine. >The mountains in question were now looming overhead, with yourself now on a higher altitude overlooking the edge of the forest you had just traversed, the Dams lake nowhere to be seen due to fog. >Coming to a stop close behind you, your Gryphon comrade huffed for some cold mountain air as tired eyes scanned the barren surroundings for landmarks. "Border close, stone or tower in..sight?"
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>>26671546 >Eric blinks and stares, mumbling the start to a response but choosing to not express his thoughts at the pony's outburst. "O... Kay."
>He responds carefully to her first offer, then shifts slightly at one of her words. >Suicide. "That... Won't be necessary, miss."
>His response was a bit curt, and for some reason he couldn't keep back a short bark of laughter at her suggestion of Psionic Illusion. "Science fiction. Fun."
>Nonetheless he leans forward, interest piqued a little at the explanation of the case's contents. >He wonders how, precisely, they would pull the illusion of Levitation off. "I think I stole something like this once."
>After a moment of hesitation he reaches up with his left hand to take the little booklet, taking a few moments to leaf through it. "Mhmm. Mmhmm. Ah, oh, kay, hmm.. Mmm. Hmm..."
>He looks up with a cheeky smile, gesturing the booklet. "I know some of these words."
>He looks back to the pamphlet then down to the tablet, which he'd do as the paper instructed: Pressed the red Power button. "So I do... This? Then... Ah..."
>He just places the weighty tablet across his knees, making them as level as he could, looking down at the paper, then back at the supplies, then placed the paper to the side. "Then I.... Prick my finger and drop some blood into the cube, right?"
>Examining the item in question he nods, turning it around to find the indent. "Neat."
>Unless he was interrupted, the man would go about following those instructions. The needle was removed from its packaging and moved towards his left index finger, but he'd switch it over to go at his right hand. >He pondered which finger to prick for a moment, switching between the two, then went for the index. >After that he'd simply continue following the instructions, squeezing the blood into the cube and placing it on the tablet. "And then... Go."
>And he pressed the green button. Surplus !iOASB9ZGyY
>>26683143 "Great. It's a fucking Stargate."
>Surplus slumped his shoulders. Maybe there was a redial button or something. >Wait, what the hell was he thinking? This is seven kinds of retarded. >Hitting random buttons on a Stargate would just as soon bring him to find Sweets as it would suck him into a supernova. >Something else had to tell him how to work this or how to track her. >Returning to the compound he flagged down the first member of the fort he could, trying to find out more about the platform of copywrite infringement. >Maybe they could even follow the last code dialed. >It is, as your people say, worth a shot, Daniel Jackson. [1d6] Intuition
>Maybe I'm actually not that retarded and have a savant affinity for alien shit. Anonymous
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>>26686046 >Razorback, North Wall Entrance: Aster & Steel Blitz >Waiting patiently, and bracing, for the eventual weight, Aster takes only a fraction of the rather heavy futon's weight. >She takes it well enough. >Hefty and firm. A few expeditions, and night breaking it in, an it'l be to her liking. >Blitz, however. >The Earth mare hears a loud exhale of a gasp as the futon lands onto the red pegasus, next to her. >To his looks, its's heavier than Blitz would like. "Wow... it's pretty soft..."
>Straining a smile, he straightens his near-buckling legs and tries to shift the weight onto Aster. Who only re-distributes more of the futon onto his back. >Eyes crossing and cheeks puffing, at taking nearly the full weight, Aster waves Rasera off for the night and turns her partner around to head back to the camp. "Why am I carrying most of this thing? You wanted it, and I can't even fly with this!"
>Aster smiles smuggly at him. "I paid more, so you carry it."
>Scrunching hard, having been tricked int hefting the futon across the courtyard, the two make their way back to the encampment. Anonymous
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>>26688847 >The two make good progress by the time the sun begins to set. >Continuing at night would reduce visibility, but the same would also be true for any guards, making passing by undetected easier. >As the Greccion halts, the Commando does so and looks behind him, intending to ask why, before he makes the answer apparent. >He does not respond, only turning back to immediately search for any guard posts. [1d6]<B. Perception
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>Order Territory: The Wounded Greccion >>26693461 >As you both scanned the horizon for any oddities that could tip you off to the presence of Order activity, the Greccion took long deep drawn breaths as he composed himself on the rocky mountainside. "See something distance, lights and closer...movement."
>Pointing your eyes into the right direction with an outstretched arm, you spot in the distance with difficulty a tiny blurry pinprick of orange on the edge of your sloped perception, it barely sticking out against a backdrop of grey earth and purple sky. "Keep climbing they far not come close for while, we pass border way before come close to us."
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>>26629949 >>26631244 >>26628393 Arc Troopers > Republic Commandos
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>>26694651 >The Greccion spots something before the Commando does. >Without his helmet's electrobinocular systems operational, it's hardly surprising. Taking into account how quickly he was able to find something, it's likely that he would have beaten him to it even with the systems functional. >His sense of sight must be strong, as previously thought. "Probably a patrol."
>Unsafe to assume anything less. >The Greccion is correct, though - their distance makes them relatively safe from the patrol, with a good opportunity to move away and ensure their paths do not intersect. "We've got plenty of time."
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>Order Territory: The Wounded Greccion >>26695682 >Hearing scuffling of claws on stone, the Greccion climbs ahead of you, the steepening mountainside making him on a higher plain as he talked over his shoulder with haste. "Then move, safety close."
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>>26696147 >The Commando wastes no time in continuing. It should not take long for the two to move out of range of the patrol. >He notes the caution in the Greccion's voice. Maybe he made him change his thoughts on whatever deal he is in as a whole, or perhaps he simply is not as resolute as he should be. >Given his recent experience, he leans towards the latter being true. [1d6]<U. Movement
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>Order Territory: The Wounded Greccion >>26696305 >While you returned to climbing up towards the mountains with a jog, your wounded partner was having trouble returning to the pace he had earlier. "Legs hurts...should not of stopped!"
>Hissing in annoyance at the throbbing pain coursing through his legs, he was forced to take things slow, inevitably causing you to slow down as well. >Glancing back to the splodge of orange moving on the dark horizon to see if any remarkable progress was being made by the patrol, you notice that a dozen metres away ahead of you was a bolder, its body more shapely to the rest of rocks strewn across the sloped area. >Inspecting it from where you were at, you could perceive familiar markings carved into it, although more subtle. >Reaching his limit of patience at the pain, the Greccion stomped his claws and paws forward as he silently snarled out a squawk to himself. "Fuck this!"
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>>26696800 >In the decreasing light, the surface of the large stone is difficult to see, but he manages to notice numerous markings. >The early warning ring? They're making good progress, despite the fact they have been moving at an almost leisurely speed. Being forced to do so by to the Greccion's injury annoyed him. >Until the Greccion's pace vanishes. The Clone keeps on walking for a few steps before realising that he has completely stopped. >Unimpressive stamina. >The previous pace was frustratingly limited. >This kind of delay cannot be afforded. >The Commando turns around and walks back to the Greccion. >He holds the polearm out, sounding thoroughly annoyed. "You carry the weapon, aruetii, and I will carry you."
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>Order Territory: The Wounded Greccion >>26697061 was supposed to be B.movement not B.perception ffffff >In an equally annoyed tone your partner barks up to you, profusely denying himself from touching the damnable harpoon by hobbling past you with haste. "Keep it and keep up."
>After a few wide strides you catch up to the fast limping Greccion as he made his way towards the border, his breathing quick paced determination that was fueled by the ever present pain that seared into his limbs. >Quiet moments of nothing were filled by the world entering its final twilight phase as you both wordlessly marched within sight of the square dotted lines announcing where the Order's territory end, though tiredness and frustration compounded the Greccion to move past the embedded stones in the granite surface with no care nor celebration. >... >... >Maintaining the speed you were both treading, you soon start to see deep crags develop in the rapidly frosting over stone surface of the mountain, they rising higher by cutting deeper into the earth like wrinkles in the weathered features of the elderly. >For the time being they provided excellent concealment from snooping eyes, although at this point they were running their harsh lips up to your waist already. >Now out of enemy lines after unceremoniously walking out some time ago, the Greccion spat onto the passing wall of the corridor he took shelter in, his attention focusing onto you albeit with his ears, as his head was understandably unable to swing back to observe you. "Happy now out of Order, happy not done things in there?"
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>Doctor Heartbreak >>26671575 >Lifting a hoof and giving her snoot a lengthy scratch while she rereads her own hoofwriting numerous times, Heartbreak finally nods, placing the note atop the stack of books next to you with a grim sigh. "Yes, this should be all that I require... if not, then I suspect Peach Drop will be back to use her limited time here to demand more modifications from me. As much as I wish she would stop overcharging her enchantments the damned bat never once thinks about the stress it places on her body."
>Visibly twitching under her angry, tortured words, the vibrant pink mare's mane raises, flattening as she spins about with less than perfect grace. "I will return at dusk to check upon you, but until then if you require anything, and I do mean ANYthing at all, even a hoofjob if that is what you desire-"
>Clopping towards the door and leaving the stern warning in her wake, she pauses to flash a humored, yet insulted smile in your direction. "Please throw the heaviest book available at Eleyana's improperly and highly placed teats. It may be the only possible way to awaken her."
>Opening the unbarred door, then shutting it after her, you're left in near-perfect silence once more.. except for an indignant sounding, reactive snore from the harpy. GM Strangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi
>The Waiting Room >>26688069 >Rocking back on his heels at the question, Anon exhibits a frown across the mask, tapping his chin with an index finger in consternation. "Deeeefinitely the second.. this room isn't even yet ready to send an Operator yet, so I'm going to place my current bet on-"
>Spinning about to face you, the tall humanoid tilts his head to the right, hands shoved in his pockets followed by an annoyed snort. "Discord or Silver, with a very tiny chance of the outsider. I suspect the first two have the most involvement with Razorback above the Princesses, though I'm reluctant to bet against one of them right now."
>The mask seems to raise at the eyebrow of it's own, the green man's emotions irately bubbling at the surface, removing a hand to wave at the offered delectable dismissively. "No thanks, I'd rather not turn into Denra, his lungs are probably charcoal by now. As for WHERE this place is, give me a minute and I'll show you."
>Briefly clamping Shanis' mouth shut with a band of green energy, Roust's eyes harden belligerently, the background of her mind processing a thousand ideas on how best to keep her actions secret. >'My Queen's intentions are admittedly novel, Empress Silver is a whorish fruitcake, Princess Luna is lazy, Princess Cadence is concerned over the Crystal Empire, Princess Celestia is busy with Canterlot, and Discord is a.. how to say this best? A mule's rear.' "..you piece of shit, where is i- ahh, Channel 3. Here we go, take a look you four."
>Having tapped away at a remote for the past minute, Anon gestures at the screen displaying the precise moment that the four of you vacated the entrance to the Outpost. "I was given some 'help' on rigging the translocation discs to this room. We're not technically on Tallus, in one of it's many unused spectrums. So, if you want to, this-"
>Waving the remote with a very candid sense from behind the mask. "Can send you back about one second after using one. Pretty good, huh?"
Pareidolia !!jTiS3DP9uQ9
>>26702176 >Pareidolia picks up the note and checks the list as Hearbeat continues. >As she prepares to leave, he glances over. >His brow furrows in a look of confusion and mild disgust at her comment. >Why are these ponies so obsessed with... >He maintains the expression as she leaves, slowly shaking his head in disbelief. >I do not understand, and I do not want to. >Why would she care? She has no competition, and such things are irrelevant in here. >With a deep exhale, he stretches his arms and sets the nearly clean plate off to the side. >Pulling the volumes near him again, he opens them to noted passages and begins reading once more. >Continue analysis. I nearly had a solution. [1d6]< Research: Earth Pony countermeasures
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>Doctor Tipper >>26689317 >Lifting a blanket covered knee to rub her chin, the faded pink unicorn's nose wriggles thoughtfully. "Science is fiction when the proof is indisputable though. I've always been confused why humans thought 'fiction' meant 'did not happen' or 'is not fact'.. ah well."
>Tugging the warming device around her shoulders a bit tighter, Tipper lifts her shoulders, molten silver eyes closed while her face twists in a tired, mollified motion. "Laugh all you want young human, I've seen and felt precisely how real a psion's illusions can be. There are... times I would like to forget."
>The doctor remains silent and still, cracking an eye open to watch with subdued interest. >Upon the 'Start' button being pressed, a series of laser pulses orient from the screen into the cube, scrolls of text list your blood type, followed by too quick to read lines of code. >The hefty tablet continues it's processing unabated for one minute, three, five, and finally ten, the aged unicorn's chin finally landing on her chest, deep, soft snores coming from her at steady intervals. >Close to the eighteen minute mark, a muted chime occurs, the display reading out a slow list of current hemoglobin, red cell, white cell, platelet, iron, oxygen, and vitamin counts, then your blood sugar levels, all within excellent boundaries for your age and purported physical condition. >Continuing after the primary list is a series of toxicology and pharmacological reports showing a grand total of no known negative effects, although a scrawling entry flashes on the screen, the bottom of the listing then reading out: "Arcane Poisoning: 5 of a known maximum of 100. Estimated time until physical dissipation or biological degradation: unknown value. Estimated long term danger: none/negligible."
RC-1129 "Thunder Raven" !!kqaqE++AVPJ
>>26698478 >The helmet conceals the rolling of the Commando's eyes. >Poor decision making, lack of resolve, dwindling stamina, refusal of assistance. >He may be determined, but he crossed the line between it and stupidity long ago. >And he's the one they send behind enemy lines? >If this is what passes for special forces, the idea of visiting that compound becomes almost inviting. >As the sun sets and the Commando wishes his low-light mode was still functional, the two cross back over the early warning system's threshold. >With that, their situation becomes substantially safer. >The Greccion's question comes across as strange. He does not see what would cause happiness. "We eliminated a strong and most likely valuable enemy unit, prevented the enemy from recovering its weapon and successfully exfiltrated. I'm satisfied. "Happy" is not a good descriptor for such a situation."
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>Order Territory: The Wounded Greccion >>26703443 >Scoffing at your answer, he remained silent as personally wished for the energy to leap out of this trench he was limping through. >Reaching a natural ramp that was created by decades of wind and rain which broke in the confining crag walls, the Greccion took this opportunity to stumble out of the chest deep scar where he was met by blustering mountainous winds. >Out of the natural shelter frost had layered together to form sheets of black ice that filled the innumerable potholes, rents, ruts, gaps, depressions and splits which came from the hardy granite being viciously broken down by the elements. >However having learned his lesson back at the river, your comrade took extra precaution in his steps, implementing his talons and claws to afford that bit more of a grip on the steepened shelf. >With a shiver running through his body as he stood out there in the open frigid slope, the Greccion turned his beaked head back to you over destroyed shoulder, the dismissive tone in his cawing unmistakable in the din of whistling air. "Minotaur be replaced easy just like harpoon. Order hire Minotaurs all time every time fighting kingdoms, we done nothing."
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>>26703897 >If he thinks like that, there may be no hope for this cause. >Unless the Order is equally pathetic. "Rule 45:"
>The Commando replies without bothering or thinking to explain the existence of the "Commando Rules". "Any crash you can walk away from is a good one."
>Expecting the Greccion to completely miss the point, he elaborates. "The same goes for operations. We came out alive, and that's enough. Your situation is like mine, aruetii, so you should understand that."
>But as has already been shown, there are many things he should do that he does not. The GM-L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk
>Order Territory: The Wounded Greccion & Someone Else >>26704045 >Rotating his whole body so he stood facing you, his furs and feathers bristled upright as they were caught in prevailing currents that made the joints in your armour chilly to the touch. "I extend life by days hoomon, when see me alive they damn family for failing."
>Before he could release another salvo of chirping grievances a stern cough rattled from the space between yourself and the Geccion, it originating a few feet distance. >Cut off and startled your partner took an immediate defensive stance as best he could in the conditions the ground afforded him, however, as he was about to bark or leap at the source of the intrusive noise the empty air was replaced by a Gryphon as they revealed themselves to the both of you. [Gryphonic] "???"
>The commanding bark sounded feminine, and although he was in the presence of another Gryphon the Greccion kept himself invisible as he growled a mixture of unidentifiable emotions. [Greccion] "???"
"Hush Criminal, I overheard what has been said as I skulked my way here. You have done poorly and have no right to speak unless spoken too."
>Turning her short beaked slim head from where she perceived the Greccion to be over to you, the Gryphoness chortled slightly as she observed the trench you stood in. "I take it you are the hue-man that joined the Greccion on his mission?"
>She was dressed in clothing's of greys and whites, her legs appearing bulky due to armour hidden underneath the layers of wrapping cloth. >Unnaturally jet-black wings clung to her sides, sharp pieces of metal intermixed with pinions denouncing many blades at her disposal. >Tail and head were too covered, but it was the former that had some weird apparatus on the end of which you could not discern. >Raising a foreleg under an aforementioned wing, the mysterious Gryphoness brought out a Soap Cube, it bearing a particularly golden sheen to its surface. "Were you two planning on going somewhere?"
Pareidolia !!jTiS3DP9uQ9
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>>26702665 >Pareidolia pauses to take a sip of water from the now half empty bottle. >Looking back to the physiological section of Spiral's guide, he rereads the same passage twice before nodding intently. >Quadrupedal limitations, despite enhanced endurance and strength. >Focus on biological limitations. [1d6]< Research: Earth Pony countermeasures
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>>26704738 >Clearly, he does not. >The Clone begins to retort by explaining his own situation, but the sound of an eavesdropper alerts him. >In mere moments, he transitions from standing idly to having his pistol at the ready, aimed towards the direction it came from. >A Gryphon reveals itself, and his arm slowly lowers. >An ally out here? What for? >A rapid scan gives the Commando all that he needs to know of its armament. >She seems to see the Greccion coming back alive as a disappointment. Evidently, he's not the only one who fails to see the poor quality of this agreement. "I am. Not for the same reason, however."
>This Gryphon also has a supply of the cubes. >The appearance does not match any seen previously: its function is unknown. "Returning to Anfang. He requires medical aid, and I have some questions for Parn, as well as requiring somewhere where I can repair my equipment in peace."
>Questions concerning the human compound, and the localised hyperspace travel he used to escape. The GM-L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk
>Order Territory: The Wounded Greccion & Someone Else >>26704869 >Fondling the cube in her bandaged claw as she listened to your answer, speculative yellow eyes moved on over to where the Greccion now stood visible, where they stayed as she responded with less than expected enthusiasm. "Medical aid of all things, to him? Asking information from Parn and resupplying after an excursion into the Order is an understandable objective I can relate too, but seeking to prolong this criminals life?"
>Locking eyes with each other, both refused to break away, the Greccion with a scowl on his beak while the Gryphoness bore a condescending smirk at the edge of hers. >The whipping torrents were nothing compared to the two catbirds as they sized each other up in pregnant silence. >You could almost feel as if they both forgot you were even there. >Well, being invisible kinda helped with that... RC-1129 "Thunder Raven" !!kqaqE++AVPJ
>>26705497 >As the Commando eases up, the concealment washes away and slowly uncovers him. "I have been made aware of the circumstances. If they dictate that he die, then he should at least die achieving something. Unless the Order is just as wasteful, throwing away lives like this will lose you this fight. That, I can say for certain."
>It doesn't cross his mind that she would not know why he can speak with experience in this kind of matter as some kind of authority on it. >Knowledge of the Clone Army will not be common here, of all places. It will spread fast throughout the Galaxy, now that they have been revealed on Geonosis, but even their distinctive appearance is unknown here. >The Clone does not realise this, still getting to grips with the pitifully low level of technology. The GM-L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk
>Uncontested Land: The Wounded Greccion & Someone Else >>26705688 >Realizing that you were in fact still here and they were not alone, the Greccion was the first to break away the staring contest by lowering his eyes to busying talons that were excavating ice out of a shallow rut, in way of ignoring the authoritative Gryphoness. >Slightly puffing her crest out at outlasting the troublemaker, the newcomer promptly placed the golden cube onto the rough uneven ground, rubbing it until it began to lather on its own accord. >Melting in her claw, she began to chirp and caw in the language you heard her use earlier, it must being her races. [Gryphonic] "????"
>With wider arching circles she spread the dissolving cube across the icy slope of the mountain to the point where she had to move her own body to complete the 5ft wide circumference. >Finished, she rubbed some residue off her claw onto her clothing to clean it a bit, not really content in doing a thorough job however. "So be it then hue-man, not my place to speak, I just get paid to observe border activity. Now, both of you onto this circle."
>At this, the smeared disc on the ice and rock began to glow with a light hue, shining particles of light breaking off from the lathered soap already. >Begrudgingly limping over to her side, the Greccion sat his ass down and stared ahead, something the Gryphoness didn't mind at all as she beckoned you on over. "Hurry, these cubes do not grow from trees nor do they last without supervision from an expert in Runetry."
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>>26706236 >Surprisingly, she concedes and doesn't question his unexplained experience. >She begins to use the cube, and seeing it undergoing use does not make its purpose any clearer. >Some effect to things inside the circle is all that the Clone can identify. >This will not be a way back to Anfang, but it gets them both out of the wilderness, so he quickly steps inside. >There is, at least, the potential that it will be somewhere that he can get to work and allow the Bacta to bring his vitals back up. The GM-L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk
>Anfang: The Wounded Greccion & Someone Else >>26706311 >Stepping inside, and either not a moment too soon or by her silent command, the circle in which you stood in intensified its brilliant light, floating flakes turning into the familiar rune language you've seen in the past, they pulsating with energy as they began to encircle all three of you. >Layers upon layers of afterimages created a cylinder of impenetrable light followed by intense weightlessness of being transported somewhere, a constant din entering your ears throughout the whole experience. >The din grew into a solid white noise, and when it was about to turn annoying did it transform into something resembling muffled chanting. >Very much as what Gryphoness did beforehand. >In the blink of an eye, your stomach sank back into place as solid ground planted itself under your boots in the same instance as the cone of light vanished, replacing the confined view with that of a snowed over base of operations. [Gryphonic] "???? -!!!"
>A very old coot of a Gryphon squawked in surprise during mid-sentence as he was welcoming the female catbird in a congratulatory manner, whom mewled in mild anguish at the use of teleportation. >From the alarm of the greyed out catbird, other Gryphons nearby sprang to attention, however once seeing who it was returned to their fires and posts, though their eyes distinctively stayed on your partner with utmost contempt. >Taking in deep breaths at her own leisure, the clothed Gryphoness stood up straight out of the snow as she regarded your comrade for the past few days. "We have returned to Anfang hue-man, now would you please help me escort the criminal to his cell?"
>Cawing in airy aggravation at her patronizing personality, the Greccion threw off his bloody cape and began to hobble off into the direction of a hut near the back of the encampment, the many blazing fires more than doing enough to heat up his cold body. "Do it myself you [Greccion] ????"
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>>26700606 N.19 is fucked.
RC-1129 "Thunder Raven" !!kqaqE++AVPJ
>>26706846 >Inside the circle, the Clone stares as it glows, brighter and brighter with each passing moment. >Unidentifiable characters form in the air, but something seems slightly familiar about them... >His observation of them is cut short, however, as he suddenly finds himself both blinded and deafened, not unlike what the Greccion used before. >Except he is quite sure that whatever it was, it was not capable of distorting gravity. >By the time his alarm only just begins to subside, the feeling of weight returns. >It takes a moment for his sight and hearing to clear up, during which he ends up stumbling slightly and coming embarrassingly close to falling over into the snow. >...Given the state of his chest cavity, such a fall would have been more than just embarrassing. >Recognising the location, he realises why those symbols were familiar: they were, if not identical, similar to those on the localised hyperspace travel...thing. >"Rock" sounds too unceremonious for such a device. >Returning to standing upright, he instinctively scans the surroundings, being very quickly drawn to the Gryphons' disgust at the Greccion. >Why, he does not know. He does not care, either. >If they all feel the same way, there may be no hope for them after all. >If they are so keen to have their operatives slaughtered, it will not be long before the Order defeats them. >For the sake of surviving, the Clone makes a mental note to make visiting the compound a priority. >For the sake of not forgetting, the Clone also makes a physical note on his datapad. >Having recovered from the travel, the Commando perks up as the Gryphon addresses him, before the Greccion promptly leaves. >Once safely out of earshot, he sighs, clearly exasperated. "At last, he's gone."
>A wholly unimpressive operation. From the sound of his voice, it seems to the Gryphon as if the expression worn by his helmet matches that on his face. "Not even Palpatine himself would have the patience to endure his stupidity."
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>Anfang: The Wounded Greccion & Someone Else >>26707339 >Finding you were in the same mindset as herself, your erstwhile friend chuckles as her eyes watched as the distant limping Greccion was suddenly flanked by a few winged guards, the harshly speaking around him as he was escorted the rest of the way to the isolated thatched building. "Take it he has done poorly? What am I saying, he is alive and both of you are visibly wounded. Of course he did poorly."
>Shrugging her black wings despite herself, she paid no heed to you pointing out the obvious. "I would enjoy your presence in talking shit about that one, however since I have returned to Anfang I will take this opportunity to resupply and rest before being sent out into the fields, have a nice night hue-man."
>Giving you a curt nod of the head, the Gryphoness chirped for the old geezers attention, who after using chunks of snow to smooth his plumage down received her invite for a walk and talk around the main bonfire. >As you were left alone, your attention was snagged by an armoured catbird standing at ease by the closed door to Parns' large hut, and once he saw you noticed him he lowered his spear back down into an idle stand by his side. "You return, best tell Parn! He is in here healed and is in the mood for hearing bad news."
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>>26708299 "Him being alive gives you another opportunity to make his death effective. He would have died crawling through the foliage, nothing but fodder for enemy patrols. Throwing away lives so carelessly will lose you this war. Each death must cause a blow to the enemy larger than that to yourself. Believe me, aruetii, I know how this works."
>The Clone speaks with a surprising amount of understanding for a foot-soldier. >The last statement hangs eerily in the air, without clarification. "But, yes. He is not useless in a fight, which does not count for nothing, but he refuses assistance, he crosses the line between ambition and idiocy, and he is willing to kill masses of civilians. He did poorly. I can only hope he was far from your best, aruetii."
>The Gryphon departs, leaving the Commando thinking about one word in the middle of her parting sentence. >Spoken with venom. Maybe a curse word of this world. >As he reaches that conclusion, another Gryphon seeks his attention. >With the opportunity to talk to Parn again, he calls to mind the priorities. >Somewhere to repair and heal up in peace, human compound, hyperspace network and the enemy polearm. >In no particular order. Anonymous
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>>26702889 "That's-"
>Eric reserves his words, just giving a little sigh as Tipper makes her assertion. >He relaxes back against the couch as the tablet works on his knees, holding his pricked finger against his leg with a bit of pressure. "I see."
>He responds simply, gaze drifting back to the unicorn, watching as she slowly nods off. >He let her be. >The sniper had stared at the Doctor for the entire eighteen minutes, watching for any hint of the drug trip ending, or something changing. >... >That needle was probably more drugs. >Fuck. >He pulls a sharp, muted gasp when the tablet made its noise, jumping and almost knocking the tablet to the floor. >Bolts up and grabs it, giving a sigh as he stares down at its readout. "Mhmm... Mhmm. Mm... Mhmm... Neat... Oh so that's what my bloodtype is. Ewhu?"
>The sniper's eyebrows knit together as he stares at the final readout. "Arcane Poisoning? I don't even like fantasy, what's this?"
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>>26520133 >/mlp/ >innawoods.net God damn, I bet /k/ and /mlp/ have an 80 percent crossover traffic
GM Strangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi
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>>26689600 >Studying the circle of barely glowing runes and examining the specific english phrases carved onto it, a number of names listing specific continent locations form on the outermost ring, a few of which were fairly easy to understand yet the rest weren't recognizable: "Equestria Mainland"
"Southern Equestria: The Moors"
"Northern Equestria: The Crystal Empire"
"Western Equestria: Neighvada & Unaligned Territories"
"Gryphon Kingdoms"
"Dragonspine Mountains & Aligned Territories"
>Forming inside the center of the stone disc, a further cluster of location names appear, listing mountain chains, large lakes, rivers, plains, and various other biomes, though the innermost ring was entirely unrecognizable. >Following these sparks of knowledge, an annoying headache begins forming, letting you know that you'd been thinking much too hard. Anonymous
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>Anfang: Parn >>26708666 >As you walked on over to Parns building and the Gryphon by its entrance, you noted how easy it was to do so, this being attributed to the cleared out snow that had to replaced at mounds of reinforcement against the walls protecting Anfang. >Giving you a once over with his eyes lingering on indentation on your chest, the door guardian hand waved you in after opening the door himself. >Having entered the single roomed structure again, the door closes behind you with a firm thud, leaving you alone with Parn who was sitting up straight facing you. >He appeared much healthier than your previous engagement with him, even the lighting was brighter then you remember. >Giving you a welcoming nod his beaked head, both ears flat against his skull as wings raised slightly from the sides of his body. >Must be a formal gesture of some kind. "Welcome back Thunder Raven, I see you have returned in relatively one piece. How was your time in the Order territory?"
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>>26712773 >It takes the Commando a moment to realise that the Gryphon's attention does not lie solely on the armour that makes him look incredibly out of place, but on the newly-formed dent on its surface. >The armour's damaged state must have allowed this additional misshaping. Once it is repaired, such damage will be substantially harder to inflict. >He enters, and as told, Parn has been revitalised. He performs some kind of gesture, one which he does not know how to return, let alone feel compelled to do so. "Eventful. We were ambushed by a Minotaur on our way to the objective, and were forced to fall back. We managed to kill it, though, stole its weapon, and as you can see, returned alive."
>He presents the polearm at his side. >Hopefully they will make good use of it. >Or not. It doesn't concern him. >With the short report over and done with, he moves on. "I have some things I would like to know, aruetii."
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>>26228485 >After taking a moment to think, while staring at Kraut, I sigh. "Actually Kraut..."
>Looking up at the human, I give a bit of a sad smile. "I don't think I'll be coming with, after all..."
>Even if we were already here. >Shaking my head, I look away for a moment. "I know I've not been feeling myself for the last month or so... So I want to go and think... everything over."
>Looks back up at him, and gives a soft smile. "But I'll be back at the Fortress, hopefully when you're there. Goodbye Kraut, I'll be off to search for myself... But I promise I'll return."
>Before going, I fly up and give him a big ol' hug. Then, once getting back to the Portal Remnant, I use it to go back to Razorback Fortress to prepare for my trip. The GM-L.O.N.T !e88D3nK6Zk
>>26712890 >Anfang: Parn "I see."
>Examining the harpoon as you presented it to him with keen eyes, a small grin creeping onto his beak. "You should keep it as a trophy for yourself, and although it belonged to just a mercenary, it would serve a good memento."
>Leaning his head back slightly after taking in every detail he could of the weapon, the Gryphon focused his attention on you, and for a brief moment your dented chest armour. "Alright, tell me whatever you would like to know."
>>26713128 >Another time... >The portal opened wide promptly at your command, and without hesitation closed behind you, saving you from the many prying eyes of avian kind. >Stepping out of the translocation rift back into the Pagoda, you find it was the same as you last left it. >Which would be strange if it did change while you were absent, seeing how you were gone for merely a few minutes at most. Anonymous
Humanized Sunny Feathers.
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>>26714129 JJ Abrams got to this picture, fucking hell. The goddamn glare blinded me.
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>>26714538 Have this instead, comrade.
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>>26715100 Looks more like an average Operator, at least.
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RC-1129 "Thunder Raven" !!kqaqE++AVPJ
>>26713632 >Does he fail to see the potential? "I have no need or want of it. You, however, could adapt its design. It's very primitive, but very effective. Turning the enemy's own potent weapon design against them could help you in this fight."
>Although he has little interest in the outcome of this war, he needs the Gryphons to stay in it long enough for him to be able to leave. "First, I need somewhere that I can begin my repairs and heal up in peace. Secondly, you thought earlier that I was part of "Razorback" - is this a group of humans? That would explain why the Minotaur and the unit sent to meet us both identified me as such. I also found a large military complex, and I would assume that it belongs to them. And last, when I found myself inside, I used some kind of stone to escape, not too different from the one in this outpost."
>The writing was strange, responding to touch and acting as if it were a means of inputting coordinates. >Having to remember numerous sequences would be inefficient, but he does not expect much better. It's some kind of miracle "Could that take me back, and how is it used? From experience, all I know is that activating different sequences of symbols lead to different locations."
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>Anfang: Parn >>26716145 >Raising a feathered brow in curiosity at what you say, he chuckles before answering, a claw lifting off the nestbed to waggle in the air in some form of mannerism. "You do realize that is a harpoon yes? Anyone in any faction can create one, why I think it was just a personal preference of the Minotaur you took it from."
>Placing his claw back down, he tilted his head to the side as he recalled some distant thoughts, which brought forth displeased purrs from his crest. "In any case, a real dangerous resource the Order has at their disposal are the 'Manipulator Blades', something you probably have not witnessed, seeing how you speak of a mere harpoon being a "potent weapon"."
>chortling at your own expense for a moment, he regained his stoic posture as he maintained to listen to your questions. "To answer all your inquiries at once in some form or another, yes. Razorback is the group of humans you met before, whom are our allies and friends. They have a stronghold or fortress in the Everfree Forest which is isolated from the rest of the world with access only gained through Translocation. There you will find your peace to repair and heal, to return, all you need to do is tap the corresponding symbols on the matrice to whisk you to their home."
>Ears flicking to one direction at hearing something inaudible to you coming from outside, he nodded in confirmation at what your speculations. "Indeed Thunder Raven, that is how it is done. If I were you, I would look for symbols that would represent Forest, Fortress, Equestria...the country most of the Everfree is situated in."
>Clearing his throat after talking so much, he gave you a questionable look as his eyes flicked to the closed door. "Now I have a few questions for you pertaining towards your partner. Namely, is he or is he not dead? What did he destroy? Was his actions admirable in any sort of way? And lastly, what are your thoughts on him?"
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>>26716862 "Do not take me for a fool, aruetii, I am perfectly capable of identifying something when I see it. The quality of your armaments is unknown to me, so it seemed worth the effort to bring it back. As far as rudimentary melee weapons go, this one is capable of some formidable damage."
>The name that Parn uses is foreign to the Clone, but what that implies they are capable of is much more familiar. He calls to mind his brief encounter with the Force-Users. >They seemed to act as a channel for the wielder's power. The way it was if he was trapped under some invisible net leads him to believe that the extent of their powers may be lesser than he expects. "I believe I have had an experience with them. Acting as conduits for the user's Force abilities, which seems to indicate a lack of range without them."
>If nothing else, that he can be slightly relieved about. >They may be incredibly dangerous, but they may not be as skilled as he has been trained to expect a Jedi or a Sith to be. >The humans are allies? >That makes his earlier escape unnecessary, although the circumstances had demanded it. >He will still stick out horribly, however. Caution will not be misplaced, for the time being. >The lack of supporting units in this outpost makes that statement a little hard to believe, but not impossible. He does not have much reason to doubt Parn, who does not have a conceivable reason to lie. >That said, he did send the Clone on a suicide mission, and without any kind of indication. 1/2
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>>26716862 >>26717465 >Even a localised hyperspace travel system, reduced to such laughable simplicity. >The strange symbols are intended to represent different locations and structures. Incredibly vague and imprecise. >At least operation will be easy. >The Commando is mildly annoyed to have so many people caring about the Greccion coming back alive. >Although he begins to wonder if he ever -could- make his death impactful. >Speaking of his actions in the field plants that doubt in his mind. Unimpressed, his responses are kept short and concise, and more than a little blunt. "He returned alive."
"Nothing besides my time and my ribcage."
"Not in the slightest."
"He is an unfit leader, and posesses none of the qualities of a respectable warrior."
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>Anfang: Parn >>26717465 >>26717480 >At first caught off guard at your bluntness and that the Greccion was indeed alive, Parn lowered his frame as he speculated to himself in his own tongue, the tone sounding bleakly disappointed. >For a while he remained in this state, staring down at his twitching claws as he muttered under his breath. It got to the point you were fed up and were about to leave when the Gryphon snapped out of it, probably due to him noticing the movement you made for the door. "Sorry for that Thunder Raven, got lost in thought. So the Greccion failed on all accounts, pity, his race is already endangered and to have to put his family away would be a blow to their population."
>His brow knitted together as he recalled something, looking up to you quizzically. "What made you think he was a "warrior" at all?"
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>>26718194 >This is new information. >To be under such an agreement despite those conditions tells that the Greccion either did something abominable to deserve it, or that such awful decision making skills are somehow a biological trait of the Greccions. "Why do it? I have some idea of whatever agreement is in place, so if he has to die, make sure he does so effectively. Giving him only one chance is pointless."
>The Clone thinks about this for a moment. "If it's so imperative, have him escorted in by a team less useless than he is. Something to make sure he gets to his target alive, and to make sure that he makes his death suitably impacting."
>A more appropriate setup than having him wander in alone. "I've already said this enough times, but if a unit has to die, it needs to be balanced out or else you'll run out of people long before you wear down the enemy. I know how attrittion works very well, aruetii."
>Repeating his earlier words once again carries the uncanny weight. It does not come to his mind, but it is strange and questionable for a mere footsoldier, even if one as elite as a Commando, to be able to say such things with confidence. >That, the Clone silently concedes, is a very good question. >Evidently, his standards were far too high. >Rather, his standards were as they should be, and the Greccion failed miserably at meeting them. "In all honestly, aruetii, I'm not quite sure. I never expected much of a military that is dwarfed by an order of magnitudes by the Republic, but even this was an unmitigated disappointment. I hope, for my sake and the sake of this military itself, that he fails to meet its standards just as much as he failed to meet mine."
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>Anfang: Parn >>26718503 >Parn just shrugged, you note he had a different air to him compared to the other Gryphons you have seen. Rather then being openly hostile towards the Greccion, he showed signs of, at worst indifference, and at best concern. "I do not write the laws, human, I merely follow them."
>Tilting his head to the side, he gave a counter to your point quite matter-of-factually. "Why a team when it took just one for the Greccion to make it into Order territory, -you- namely. Another question for you now, would he of been able to complete his task if you two were not ambushed by the Minotaur mercenary?"
>Rolling his eyes, Parn shuffled in his nestbed to settle in more, to get comfortable in case this discussion became prolonged. "We do not waste warriors, we do not needlessly throw away the lives of dedicated hardworking militia either. However it is a different case for criminals and scoundrels. The Greccion was presented an ultimatum; die damaging the Order and his family will live with no repercussion, or die by our claws and they will be persecuted and shunned. Even more so already afforded to their race."
>Sniffing dispassionately through his nares, something that was balanced out by him giving you a charitable look with dilated raptor eyes. "It is your own fault for expecting a high standard from him, Thunder Raven. Although it isn't either, I assume you are new to this world, so your perspective of Tallus has not fully developed yet. What I can assure to you though, is that whatever performance your erstwhile partner displayed was nothing compared to a prepared Gryphon assault group."
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>>26722681 >This is a case of laws? >So it -is- a biological trait. >Fascinating. "Wasteful laws, in that case."
>It's not hard for the Clone to see what Parn is thinking. >As much as he would like to not have to operate with the Greccion again, it would at least be bearable if he is given the lead. >It speaks volumes about his ability that the Commando sees himself, with absolutely no experience whatsoever in such a role, as a better leader. "I cannot say for certain. The target had not been located, and defences between our position and it were unknown, but until the ambush, we were making good progress. In the event that the path was clear, we would likely have succeeded."
>The Clone finds the apparent disparity between the perceived worth of different lives perplexing. "Ability only matters so much in a suicide mission. This is an opportunity, aruetii. Even if you work to get results worth the loss with trained warriors, not doing the same here is missing potential."
>In this kind of scenario, any life would be worth the same. How many detpacks you can strap to it. "Fulfill the ultimatum by having his death be as damaging as possible. He may be incompetent in anything but a simple fight, but explosives have no dependancy on honour or ability. If you have to detonate one with you, all that needs to be done is the press of a button. No amount of standards makes that any harder."
>He does not wish to actually expend a detpack for this. They have explosives of their own, and that will be enough. "I know what you were implying, aruetii, and if it matters so much, we can attempt it again once I am healed and have made necessary repairs, although this time, I'm not sure that I will be as determined to have it fulfilled on such a vital target. We had an encounter near a guard post on our journey in, and there seemed to be a large number of enemies inside. Destroying that may be a more achievable objective, and still worthwhile."
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>>26722681 >>26723009 >The Commando's frown is hidden behind his visor. He blames him as if he knew all there was to know about the Greccion from a glance. Perhaps it was an incorrect assumption about his abilities based on his appearance. It is understandable that inhabitants of such a primitive planet might expect interesting things from something as technologically distinctive as him. "I am, and I do not plan on staying. I hope what you say is true, aruetii, because the standards set by Mandalorians are strict, and anything less is damning in their eyes."
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>Anfang: Parn >>26723009 >>26723015 >Parn merely shook his head even when he had a sympathetic grin plastered on his beak. "Hmph, talk to Ri'Vahz and the Overking if you have a problem with the laws."
>Sitting up with a straight back, the Gryphon leader crossed hi forelegs much like the same as the Greccion did, however it being more rigid and restrained. >That due to him being a pure quadruped, you summarized. "Hmm, would of made it then...And what was this target yourself and the criminal were heading towards?"
>Raising two taloned digits in a subtle mannerism, he conceded with your view. "True Thunder Raven, true."
>Interest piqued, Parn leaned forward some as you described what transpired. "Understandable you ran into a guard tower, there are many dotted throughout the border within Order territory, they could be ample targets for future attacks, if we wished it. That, and their detection system. Which means..."
>Going silent again, you did not finish an eyeroll when he asked you with some haste behind his avian voice. "You and the Greccion were able to get past the detection system?"
>Oh, he was asking himself that. >Chewing on the rhetorical question, Parn had to struggle to get back to topic instead of brooding on plans and schemes going through his head. "Stay or leave, it is up to you human, you have done what you wanted to do. But, there is one thing I want to address, I was not implying anything, I was just stating that the Greccion could of made it by his lonesome, as originally dictated."
>Eyes lighting up as a thought crossed his mind, the seated Gryphon looked to you for an honest answer. "Which brings up a good question, what is the current state of the criminal?"
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>>26723670 >Neither of those names mean anything to the Clone. >Not like he cares enough to actually act on it. "Farmlands, a source of supply for the enemy. We could have gone some way to starving out the forces in the area if we hadn't been ambushed."
>He had forgotten about the early warning system's selective responsiveness. >That information had been understandably overshadowed by everything that followed. "Yes. There was no reaction from the early warning system. There may be the potential to blow a hole in it. With a destroyed guard tower and a weakness in the system, it may be a suitable target for future operations. There is also a weakness in another detection ring further in, which may be used to send in units on a covert operation."
>Parn is technically not incorrect. The Greccion -could- have made it to the target alone, provided that he did not do anything stupid, which is more than doubtful, and if he had not been ambushed. >This what-if scenario only comes about if, of course, he had not attempted to attack the dam. which he probably would fail at anyway. "Maybe, but I have my doubts. He wanted to get it done through a reckless, cowardly and dishonourable attempt at destruction, without knowing what exactly he was looking for, and almost certainly without the means to do so, for little reason other than anger. Alone, I'm not sure he'd pull off much."
>It'd take a well-placed detpack to blow a big enough hole through the dam, and the Clone is certain that those small cubes lack anything near the same level of power. "Alive, but only just, as am I."
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>Anfang: Parn >>26723814 >Using a knuckle to stroke the underside of his beak in deep contemplative thought, from where you stood, you could see ideas grow and die under those lipped eyes. >After the reprieve your attention was caught by a loud purr vibrating out of the Gryphons crest, Parn himself getting up off the nestbed with a relieved exhale. "It is good to walk again, maybe I can sneak a quick flight too."
>Snickering to himself, the leader of this encampment with a relaxed demeanor moved a few steps closer to you, his mind seemingly decided on something. "The Greccion has failed true, however he has shown along with yourself a great opportunity to strike back at the Order. The law will be enforced yes, but there are no Enforcers here right now, so if quick we might be able to get him back up and running again before anyone notices."
>Giving you a short bow of the head, Parn leaves for the door, his head tracking you as he did so. "Thank you for your services Thunder Raven, you may leave or stay, whatever you choose. You are always welcomed back here, along with the rest of Razorback."
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>>26724368 >The Clone briefly wonders how well he will fly, missing a substantial part of one wing. >At least he seems to agree with his perspective of the situation. That helps his mood a little. >He decides to hold off on speaking about Bacta's healing potential. He has used up enough already. "Have him healed enough to make it to the guard post, and with a powerful supply of explosives. I will make whatever repairs I can in that time."
>It will take far longer to get any one piece of his gear back to full potential, but his Bacta supply should have him healed quickly. As for the Greccion, these "Enforcers" must not visit very often if Parn considers waiting until he is well again viable. "The Gryphon that met us on our way back brought us here with one of those small cubes - I may need one of those: we were caught in an avalanche on our way out, and I do not know the way back because of it."
>This gesture, he understands much more clearly, and returns. "Thank you, aruetii. If I do find somewhere to set up in this "fortress", it should not be too difficult to find me when everything is ready."
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>Anfang: Parn >>26725420 >Opening the door and stepping outside, you saw Parn dissuade the stationed guard from getting up from his slacked position. [Gryphonic] "????"
>Eased by his leaders untranslated words, the armoured Gryphon tilts his head in your direction as you leave the building also, he closing the wooden furniture behind yourself. "It may take us a few days to heal the Greccion, I'm just guessing since I haven't seen the extend of his injuries."
>Surveying the bonfire ridden snowed in village and its residents, Parn returned wing flap gestures from many satellite groups lazying around sources of heat after they each spotted him coming out of his hut. "If you want Soap Cubes for your own use, there is an expert in the Vale called Yuntri. He sells banded Cubes to any that have plenty of coin."
"Equestrian or otherwise."
>Ears rotating around to take in the various warbles and caws before looking over his shoulder to you, Parn used his stunted wing to point you towards the stone that brought you here in the first place. "I will send you a message when the time comes, but be forewarned, it could be sooner than you expect."
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>>26710547 >Ceasing it's analysis with an utterly monotone yet somehow merry chime, the text remains on the tablet while secondary processes catalog information for future references, the screen turning gray as it enters standby mode. "Arcane poisoning is a rather new, unique term coined by Princess Cadence of the Crystal Empire."
>A not so subtle, gentle and warm sounding voice intones from next to Tipper's desk, it's owner a luxuriously carnelian coated unicorn mare wholly opposite the sleeping doctor's. "It is also listed as a subtle term for the radial, linear, and non-linear background effects of nearly all energies, which to humans are colloquially referred to as 'magic' in their circles of thought. It is unfortunate that we understand so little of arcane poisoning's affects and effects on the human physiology."
>Standing on her tiphooves to peer at scattered pages across the surface, the mare turns to offer a humble, coquettish smile, a pair of gently glowing, softly star-shaped carnelian pupils meet yours, a suspiciously calm sensation emanating from her proximity. "Greetings, human, I am Nova Flicker, a Ward in service to Razorback. I am also Doctor Tipper's nurse, aid, and understudy.. at times. Despite our lack of knowledge, we are diligently studying how best to preve-"
>Pausing mid-sentence, the mare's eyes roll back into her skull, the lids closing as lips part in a perfect 'O' shape to emit a strange cross between a wafting snore and that of a fainting goat. >Collapsing snoot first onto the clinic floor, the mare's legs and ears twitch spastically as she tumbles onto her side, chest rising and falling while her eyes twitch in even, deep REM sleep rhythms. >... >Slightly awkward, yes. >But only slightly. Anonymous
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>Post #1/2: A Little Payback, Yes? >>26626245 >>26652615 >Somewhere around Las Pegasus.. in everypony and everyone's mind, but really, it's more like dawn. >Leaving Sunny to continue lecturing the impeccably placed stuffed animals surrounding her, each given their own paper mache seats and decorative hats, on the importance of professional battlefield attitude, Twisted shakes her head, instantly regretting the decision during a painful swallow of what felt like half-molten glass shards. >Swaying like a drunken Arkadian caught between a unicorn and a vintage book, a few portions of the General's consciousness spy Thrill attempting to imitate art as an actor of life, carefully painting himself to appear as a fiendish green and grey Eldritch being, replete with armor plating, strange mechanisms, and what could only be long barreled weaponry... possibly used to deliver tins of peaches at high velocities. >Deciding the idea to be both terrifyingly necessary and deliciously metallic, she decides after a few seconds, or perhaps minutes, to consider the ambiguously noble notion for later use, then staggers towards the bay windows overlooking the encampment. >Pushing one of the more firm couches into place somewhere near the center, Twisted sprawls across it, leisurely working out the kinks in her neck while keeping watch over what she knew to be nothing important. >Trying to stay awake through the monotonous, calming repetitions of paint brushes and repeated battle drill orders, the Burning Pegasus bolts upright at a flicker of yellow and red smearing itself across the thick glass, shouting for Thrill and Sunny to take cover behind her, which for no particular reason, fails to work as intended. >Belatedly realizing the false alarm, and dislodging both the human and the pegasus from the couch cushions, a tap on the window, an overly large yellow finger then pointing towards the west: GM Strangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi
>Post #2/2: OR, MAYBE, THE HINTS OF CHAOTIC RUMINATIONS~ >>26626245 >>26652615 >Shaking the tent's door flap twice, Marble Leaf backs up, sighing at the patch of ruined, frayed brown material.... which promptly disgorges a wall of Moor kittens, happy meows roiling across the courtyard. "WHERE ARE ALL THESE KITTENS COMING FRO-"
>Across the camp in the Night and Lunar Guard quarters, flocks of brightly colored Crystal Empire sheep spontaneously pop out of tents, the occupants nearly smothered in waves of bouncy baa'ing lambs, adding injury to insult. "SOMEPONY!? ANYPONY!? HELP, IT'S GETTING HARD TO BREATHE! IT'S LIKE DROWNING IN FILLIES ALL OVER AGA-"
>Inside the very corner of the southwest wall, the black tent emblazoned with the green eye of Empress Silver burns, archaic dirges of despair solemnly intoned by a lone Tower Guard mare, silently, yet loudly, denying this fate as litters of puppies roll around her mattresses and pillows. >Finally returning from the fruitless search of somepony that could speak Japoneighse, Peach Drop takes one step out the southern side of the pagoda, turns her head several degrees, then about faces much faster than would ever be considered safe, diving under the closest couch and begging for mercy.. to which Mercy takes incredible, immediate, and violent offense to. >Raising an eyebrow in many shades of fascination, Hodch sips from a fresh cup of tea, then frowns at the unexpectedly sweet flavor. "What did I put in this?"
>"Milk." "...I do not remember adding mi-"
"THIS kind of milk, unicorn~!"
"Huh, good... point? Wait, where did you come fro- NO NO NO YOU'RE TOO OLD FOR M-"
"And that my dear friends, is why JUST ICE always prevails!"
>Reaching around with both hands to pat himself on the back, Discord merely offers a two hooves up, using both of Sunny's front hooves of course, then rapidly slithers across the ceiling to the nearest vent, villainously cackling in a pleased manner. "BECAUSE CHAOS IS SNOW JOKE!"
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>>26733035 Babbeh doge and
>>26733684 proper gun range usage.
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>>26726170 >A ridiculously optimistic estimate. His injuries are far more serious than what could be healed in a matter of days, especially without Bacta. >This difference in their abilities to treat injuries makes the Clone a little bit more appreciative of his own Bacta system. "They are very severe, aruetii, far more than mine."
>Not to detract from the fact that he is, as he speaks, very much on the brink of death. >Bacta helps tremendously in helping one forget. The incessant alert on his HUD does not. "I do not, aruetii. I have no means of procuring one of my own, and no reason to do so besides the operation at hand."
>Why he thinks that he may be in possession of money after he confirmed that he is new to the planet is a mystery. >He may be worth a fortune, but he does not have a single Credit on him. The currency would not even be present on this planet, anyway. >Parn's warning completely misses its mark. The Commando silently stifles a chuckle. "Alright, aruetii. It will not take long to repair my blade, anyway. Substantial repairs to the rest of my equipment will take far longer, so I don't need to be concerned about that for now."
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>Anfang: Parn >>26734881 >Breaking away his fond gaze from his surroundings to you once again, his eyes traveled to the weapon you held in your grasp, mild concern knitting his plumage brow together. "I see that the harpoon has left over residue on its head, take it that is from the Greccion?"
>"Residue" is an understatement, and since it was now brought to your attention you could still see chunks of dead flesh crammed into the nooks of the pole arms horrid hooks. >As you examined the spear Parn signaled a Gryphon over with quick wing gestures, once arriving in front of him he spoke in a commanding tone to the summoned catbird, who begrudgingly accepted to whatever he was saying. >Swinging their pale feathered head between their leader and the Greccion's isolated hut, they excused themselves and returned to the ring of Gryphon's they originated from. >Spreading the orders given, you witnessed a trio of similarly light coloured Gryphon's join the messenger as they leaped into the air, their white wings gliding them to the criminals cell in short notice. "With the camp's Healers all working on him, he will be as right as a primary in no time."
>Finished watching the Healers disappearing into the far off building, Parn shrugged his shoulders, not really knowing how to answer what you said. "Razorback has plenty of Bits as I heard, but since you're not interested in getting some before the raid...Well, you can make due with what you have, right?"
>His actions went unnoticed, and so a few Gryphon's, most having particularly rugged looking suits and plate armour approached their leader. Sensing the hailstorm of questions, Parn raised his wing to you before trotting through the 1ft deep snow to meet the gathering militia halfway. "Take care Thunder Raven, hopefully we will be seeing you later."
>He shouted over his shoulder right as he stopped in front of a crescent of armoured warriors, each one cawing, squawking and chirping a wall of inquiries at the crippled Parn. Anonymous
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>>26735732 >The Clone's attention lands on the tip of the weapon, finally noticing the debris, droplets of blood still occasionally staining his arm. >His armour will need cleaning. >Or maybe leaving it as is wouldn't look so bad... "Partially, and also some from the prey we hunted to shield his wounds from the cold."
>It could look intimidating. >...No, that's Sev's thing, even if nobody can tell where the paint ends and the blood begins. If there is any paint. >A group of Gryphons fly off in the direction the Greccion went earlier. He assumes them to be medics, and is soon proven right. >"Right as a primary" is an odd figure of speech. >After all, his primary weapon is in no state to be used in comparisons of well-being. "I'm not a part of Razorback, so I have no right to any wealth of theirs."
>Such cubes must be expensive and in low supply if only one cannot be spared for such a mission. >He can make do. He will most likely form a path to retrace as they leave again, anyway. >Without the Greccion to slow him down, little time will be lost. "You, too, aruetii."
>As Parn becomes surrounded by a crowd of Gryphons, he turns and heads back to the hyperspace stone. >Until he thinks of something better, that name will do. >As instructed, he tries to look at the inscriptions as symbols and not another language, identifying and touching ones that seem to indicate forestry and fortresses after some time spent staring closely at the stone. >The last thing that he was given is much harder to correlate to a symbol, although part of it is vaguely familiar. >A few minutes of datapad use later, and he finds why. Part of the name bears resemblance to the scientific identification of horses. >He stands idly in mild disbelief for a moment. >Whoever named that place has a horrible sense of humour. >It helps him in his search, though, and he eventually decides on one that looks sufficiently accurate. 1/2
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>>26736199 >A rift opens up once again, and by now the sight of the compound has already become unfamiliar. >Not that he spent enough time there for it to become familiar, anyway. He steps through. >Still cautious despite Parn's assurance, he does so with his sidearm in his free hand. >... >The transition from hyperspace back into normality was jarring when he and the Greccion were intercepted. >Currently having stumbled into and smacked his head against part of whatever structure houses the stone, the Clone is able to make a noteworthy observation. >The effect is intensified when moving. >Greatly. >Instead of moving, he takes this sudden appearance of support to continue leaning there while the disorientation wears off. >It takes some time. >Once it has, he stands back upright, and quickly locates the spear that had fallen from his hands. >He scans his surroundings, and is able to identify that this is, indeed, the compound that he had escaped from. His hiding spot remained familiar. >>26731488 >As he continues to check around him, his anxiety completely melts away, and absolute confusion remains in its place. >As far as unexpected situations he had considered, this was nowhere to be seen on the list. >He tries to set out to locate one of the human inhabitants, but his attention is all but completely stolen by the various swarms of animals in view. >The shock begins to fade, albeit very, very slowly. Once it does, however, his anxiety does not return. The gap eventually starts to fill with something approaching disappointment. >Some "fortress". >He finds it easy to see why these are apparently well known, if they are this...peculiar. >Whatever sort of operation is being run here, his hopes are not high. Hollow Case !!FEMvVzbE8O0
>>26702482 >Why is it always the two of them? >And why does he say "the" outsider? "This seems entirely too subtle to be Discord, and I have no idea why Silver would bother. But, considering you said "the" outsider, I assume you mean somebody specific. And that kind of thing just sounds like trouble."
>Although, maybe Chryssy could be involved "Suit yourself, more for me. Benefits of genetic engineering, my body handles smoking a lot better than most. To be honest, I figured you weren't that...biological."
>Feeling a bit more at ease around the masked man, Hollow blows a gentle smoke ring, as he looks over at Shanis and Roust, feeling more bashful by the second >Feeling like more of a coward with every passing second here... "You know, I bet he could give himself a mule's rear pretty easily."
>Mulling over that thought in the back of his mind, Hollow stares with a grimace at the screen >And then gives a dubious glance at Anon "Well, I'm glad you aren't going through a dentist phase then. This is more interesting. So basically, this just teleports us back, or does it have something else up it's sleeve? I'll be honest, I feel a bit...annoyed at myself now, for running away so quickly. Not that I know anything about how to fight a frost ripper, though I could scan it or something...mentally."
>Looking over at Roust, Shanis, and the unresponsive Fuoco, Hollow shrugs mentally "So I guess I wouldn't mind going back and trying to pick a fight, but I do wish Roust had her armor, and Fuoco wasn't so...useless."
>This is a strange situation, to be sure >I wonder if I can make something fun out of it? Anonymous
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>>26730242 >Eric's head snaps up when he heard the new voice, hand flashing to his hip in the moment, until he saw the figure standing next to the desk. >His head tilts in just the slightest as he listens to the explination. "Neat, magic poison. Maybe I'll sprout wings and horns like y'all."
>The man is greatly surprised by the mare's eyes, showing visual, momentary, shock that passes quickly as the little pony continues. >And then fell over. "..."
>He blinks and stares, leaning up to look at the narcoliepized pony. >Was that a word? >He cared not, it was now. "Erm... Hello? Are you, uhm..?"
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>Ra- "NO NO NO! CUUUUUUT! >What is YOUR problem now? "I know precisely what you were going to state and the answer is NO! From now on out, this place shall hereby be known as [REDACTED][REDACTED]! >....REALLY. "Yes, really! You may continue now. >Fine, jacka- >>26736544 >Pandemonium Fortress. >...... >Sometime around dawn. >Belatedly watching the spectacle of perhaps a hundred armored and unarmored ponies, the only differences between the apparent militaries being white and gold armor alongside black, purple, and blue armor, visibly struggling against the overwhelming numbers. >The entire scene was tactically amusing, if only for the fact that there the attempt to contain something approximating the unusual, rapidly spreading infestation was entirely one sided, commanding shouts >An angry snarl to your rear leads to the strange sight of a light brown pony-bat hybrid, her face seized in an expression of stark terror, darting out from behind you, her back and flanks withering under repeated painful blows, the unseen assailant continuing the assault as she runs. >... >Some form of advanced cloaking capabilities, or technology, was at work here it seemed. >A loud popping sound inside the pagoda is followed by a heavy thud, and as you turn to see what the next problem was your armored boot halts upon contact with a decidedly hard obstacle: a thick, shiny silver disc. >Not knowing if you could pick it up, a small white note left atop the semi-precious metal gave it the title of a 'Wish Disc', whatever that meant, and detailed explicit instructions for it's use. >Quite troubling, this past day must be. Anonymous
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>>26738739 >The compound seems to additionally house other units. Not humans, and thankfully distinct from the horses the Clone has seen before. >They are also attempting to contend with the horde of animals, and miserably failing. >The Greccion was bad, but this... >At least the outpost seemed to be serious. This is utter chaos. >He hopes he can find somebody sooner rather than later. He would like to find somewhere to work in peace and not be subjected to this nonsense for any longer as soon as possible. >He hears a voice from behind, and turns to face it. He is hopeful for a moment, before instead finding not a human behind him, but some kind of amalgamation of two separate creatures. >For a moment, he thinks his presence is terrifying it, before it runs away, seemingly under attack from some concealed assailant. >Having been lost for a moment, he does realise that he may have had something to do with it, anyway. A tall stranger in a large suit of armour, a blue, glowing stern-looking helmet, with blood staining its chest and arm, wielding a polearm dotted with pieces of fleshy debris... >Maybe not on the Geos, but Sev's idea seems to be effective. 1/2
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>>26738739 >>26741400 >His attention is stolen yet again by the structure that he just left. >As he does another about-turn, his boot comes into contact with some metallic object, which he picks up for inspection. >Currency? It's a bit large for that. >Some writing is attached, detailing the object's identification and function. >Which the Clone almost immediately laughs at. >Inexplicably procuring items by means of writing on a piece of metal. >Sure. >He's almost tempted to write "A way out of this frelling mess" on it. Instead, he tosses it into his pack and tries to locate somebody. >The closest building is where he hid in his brief time here. He didn't get a very good look inside, nor did he intend to, but it seemed to be some kind of infirmary, at a glance. >He could easily be wrong, but it was certainly not what he is currently looking for. >What he is looking for is another person. >How this faction is apparently well known as the human faction of Tallus when the compound appears to be staffed by anything but humans is a mystery. >A cluster of buildings lie to the north. He decides to head that way, in the hopes of finding increased activity in the area. Or any activity, for that matter. Anonymous
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>>26065867 >>26741415 >>26741400 >it was nearly dawn now, and still the knight could find no rest >worries of what might happen to him as a result of his failure to protect the elks weighed down on his troubled mind as he tossed and turned >and then, just as he was finally ready to drift off to the oblivion of sleep, the knight heard it - the sound of that which governed the magical mass transit system he'd come to call the "Swirling Madness," in recent days >the sound drifted to him lazily on the near-morning haze, and something about the name of the arrival stirred his interest enough to motivate him to roll from his bed and begin strapping into his armor >[Indurian] "Thunder... Raven, yes?" >[Andrammelech] "Yes, I have heard it as well. Quite a strange title. Even amongst current company..." >now finally strapped into his armor, the knight sets about out the cabin door, jogging through the light fog >his usual boisterous clanking was somewhat muffled by the moist air as he moved to intercept >finding the trooper as he was moving north, Indurian called out to him, even as the trooper turned his strange helmet to meet his form >[Indurian] "'Twould appear that mine armor clanks with its usual voracity after all..." >waving an arm as he jogs, the knight calls out [Indurian] "Hail, my bipedal porcelain compatriot!"
>now fully reaching the clone, visor tipped up and arm outstretched, the knight continues [Indurian] "I am called Indurian. A noble knight in service to the White Lion's Crest, I greet you gladly."
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>>26742194 >It does not take long for the Commando to find someone. >Or, rather, for someone to find him. >A voice calls out, which immediately returns his anxiety in full force. >He whirls around with his pistol raised toward the source, before quickly realising that if the Gryphons and this faction are allied, there are many better ways to introduce himself than behind the trigger of a blaster pistol. >There are also better ways to introduce himself than carrying a large spear and being covered in blood, but those are matters that cannot be helped. >At least, this time, it's a human. He stays where he is, trying to assess it from a distance, until it quickly closes in. 1/2
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>>26742194 >>26742863 >As you approach, the man's appearance becomes stranger and stranger. His helmet appears to have what would be empty space to permit sight, but instead, what fills it is opaque, and glows blue. >He dons full body armour of a light grey colour, with red accents around some of the edges. It looks quite dusty, certainly not metallic, and dried blood covers some of the torso and his left arm. It is also in exceedingly poor condition. Cracks, dents and other signs of damage almost entirely cover it. >Beyond that, he carries a long polearm, and a strange looking weapon. Not entirely unlike some of the firearms one could find in the Fortress, but certainly odd in appearance. The polearm, on the other hand, looks less strange and more disturbing. Pieces of flesh are stuck to the barbed tip. >After your greeting, he stands still for a few moments. His helmet makes it impossible to gauge his reaction. >A few moments more, and he finally responds. "Uh...hi."
>His voice pairs well with the imposing size and stature of his armour. His confused tone, however, mismatches it quite drastically. >Judging by the scene behind him, it's not hard to imagine why he sounds so perplexed. >His gaze travels down to your hand, which he only now notices. >He slowly mirrors your action, before seemingly remembering what to do and finally shaking your hand. "I'm T-"
>He cuts himself off, seemingly not concerned about subtlety. "I am RC-One-One-Two-Nine."
>His formal, numerical introduction and near monotone voice give the impression that he's acting on some kind of pre-constructed behaviour. Indurian !!kpSbe56qSJP
>>26742890 >>26742863 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5uzvLbnmC_w >taking in the full form of the man standing before you nearly at eye level, you immediately take note of a few things >firstly, the thick-looking set of what appeared to be metal armor, made of some odd material. the set looked well-maintained, new even, being well polished and completely without the damage your suit showed >the suit looked to be mostly without embellishment either - a very spartan and practical set. The same could not be said for the other items the knight carried >secondly, you take note of the two blades at his hip and the shield upon his back >the two blades appear well-made. The first is a longer weapon, looking to be roughly 51" long, and you safely wager that it is made of steel. The blade is decorated with golden accents, leaf like in shape, while a deep blue gemstone rested near the base of the flat tang. >the second blade is much shorter, 55cm in length and entirely leaf-shaped. You take note of the markings on the blade - one smaller marking, appearing to be a tattoo-like image of a bull's skull, has been expertly etched into the blade, as well as floral etchings along the raised spine of what you assume is once again steel >and lastly, the shield upon the man's back. the design appears both deadly and delicate - from where you're standing, it appears that the item was made to resemble a kind of dense flower bud, with metal petals sticking out from the edge. even from this distance you could see that the points of these petals were quite sharp - for catching other blades perhaps? >turning your attention back to the knight, you see him grin nearly ear to ear, armor audibly shifting as he begins to give a low, jolly laugh [Indurian] "My my, quite the name you have there friend! Eleven Twenty-Nine! Good to have you!"
>...quite the jovial fellow [Indurian] "You look to be in dire need of rest and repairs friend. A Difficult journey, I take it?"
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>>26743153 >The man, if he is actually of flesh and blood and not some kind of mechanical being - of which you're not entirely sure, spends a moment staring. >At least, his helmet does. His eyes could be darting around inside, and you'd never know, while his head stays frozen in place. >When he eventually responds, it sounds as if he's lumbering out of deep thought, still slightly confused, or maybe both. "Affirmative. Almost everything I have is damaged in one way or another. Not past the point of repair, however, but it will take a lot of time. I need somewhere to begin working and to heal up."
>At the mention of injury, one dent catches your eye. It's quite sizable, and located on his torso. "I will likely be spending some time here, and I don't know this compound, either. It would be best if I was familiarised."
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>>26743483 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wv0_KT_Icsc >giving a slight chuckle, the tin man speaks once more [Indurian] "Hah! A tour, is it, then? Well, accompany me a moment and I shall introduce you to these fine accommodations."
>a series of clanks and clunks accompany the knight's broad, sweeping gesture [Indurian] "Let us begin - there lies the Clinic. 'Tis the place of healing these parts. The practitioner within is truly quite skilled. She may be able to help with whatever damage that sizable dent there has caused, friend. I strongly recommend paying her a visit."
>he then throws out an arm back towards the clone's point of entry [Indurian] "I take it ye know already of the nature and purpose of yon structure, yes? Yes, moving right along..."
>he then swings that same arm around into a pointed gesture behind him [Indurian] "And this large bird bath behind me is... well, more or less simply that!"
>the knight throws back his metal head and laughs heartily at his own joke >...perhaps a bit too jovial >with this, the knight gives yet another sweeping gesture to the north, turning his body with the motion >the knight then begins slowly clanking northward, waving a hand after you [Indurian] "Come now, we have not much... well, darkness... left! There is more to tell!"
>over the course of the next thirty or so minutes, the knight and the clone clank and march their ways about the courtyard, Indurian telling Raven every shred of information he knows about each building, placing special emphasis on the Workshop [Indurian] "...and this place is known locally as the Workshop - it is far and away your best shot at achieving the repairs you seek - and so desperately need. I am skilled in some crafts as well-"
>he taps the smaller blade on his belt [Indurian] "-This beauty is hand-forged by yours truly, in fact! If you require aid in your repairs, mayhap locate me - I may generally be foun- well we shall get to that momentarily..."
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>>26743789 >1129 follows closely behind as you lead him around the various buildings, opting to stay in silence as you do so. >Hopefully for the sake of paying close attention. >His spear has changed hands, and as you give details on each location, he taps away at his right forearm with some speed. >A blue light emanates from it, slightly dulling the way his visor stands out in the low light, if only because his entire head now sticks out in a similar way. >Whether or not his gaze actually follows where his helmet points is questionable, but he does a good job of as at least looking like he's observing each structure you lead him to. >As you trail off, he takes this opportunity to finally speak. "Some assistance may be of use. I appreciate the offer, aruetii. I do not expect you will be familiar with the materials, or have experience with the tools I have, but my time here so far has had a number of surprises, so maybe there will be more."
>There was one word in the middle of that, which was certainly not any language you knew of. "That might be being a bit too hopeful. And it sounds like predicting the future, which I'm sure I can't do. Maybe you or somebody who makes use of this "Workshop" will find some use for this."
>He gives the spear a slight shake. Some of the debris sways a little bit. If the blood on his arm was from it, it has long since dried up. It looks no less grim. Indurian !!kpSbe56qSJP
>>26745297 >the knight ponders the strangeness and oddity of everything hes observed about this "Eleven Twenty-Nine." >finally he pipes up about it, the jolly demeanor finally broken by a wave of obvious curiosity [Indurian] "By the by, whence art thou from? Thou speaketh in a tongue with which I am not familiar - one word, yes, but it shows - thou weareth strange armaments and wield strange articles..."
>the knight rests chin on fist as he continues [Indurian] "To be sure, you are the most alien of all my compatriots so far, Sir Eleven Twenty-Nine. The blue glows, this talk of strange, unfamiliar materials."
[Indurian] "My realm, Ivalice, knows not these things. In fact, whence I had but first set foot within these walls, I was stunned to witness the power of those cacophonous death tubes which others so blithely refer to as 'Guns.'"
[Indurian] "From whence I hail, not but bow, blade, and the mystical forces which those whom are known as 'Mages,' so deftly weild - these are an Ivalician's fighting tools."
[Indurian] "Bearing witness to your affects, however, has quite honestly 'Thrown me for a loop,' as some might say. All of it beggars explanation, Sire."
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>>26745528 >As the flow of information about the Fortress ceases, so does the blue light's shine. 1129 listens closely, and spends a few moments in silence after you finish speaking, perhaps in thought, or perhaps trying to make sense of what you said. >Soon enough, though, he responds. "That's classified, aruetii. The most I can say is that I'm not from this planet. As much as you seem to fit in, I do remember seeing a couple of people outfitted in some more modern equipment. If you aren't a native, then that makes them even more confusing, even if it is relieving to find somebody else in a similar situation."
>His use of the word "modern" sounds quite forced. "I've never heard of a planet called "Ivalice", but it sounds a little bit similar to what is found in the known Galaxy."
>Speaking of a Galaxy is being well known betrays some information on the kind of environment he has come from. "The most I can explain within my rights is that the rest of the Galaxy is far more advanced than this world - and, from your description, Ivalice. I would estimate a technological discrepancy of a number of millennia."
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>>26745970 [Indurian] "Hrm... well, thou art entitled to thine secrets, I do suppose... I have mine own as well, after all."
>the look of scholarly curiosity melts away, giving rise to the knight's usual jolly look as he cracks a small smile [Indurian] "Aaaah, but we must yet continue! There remains more to be seen, comrade! Or would i be better suited calling you, what is it you say, this 'Are-ew-tee?' Is that title preferable?"
>he listens to the clone answer as he leads him onward round the base >eventually the knight finishes the tour with an anecdote after giving a speech about the glory of the Arena [Indurian] "...and that is precisely how I came to wrestle into submission a well-endowed and practically clothes-less woman using only a small knife!"
[Indurian] "That... appeared to be much less terrible an utterance before it left my lips, i daresay."
>he then turns to the clone with a sigh and lightly claps him on the shoulder [Indurian] "Well, in any event, I do hope that life finds you well twixt the four walls of this grand Fortress."
>the knight removes his hand and begins to walk briskly towards the cabin, speaking to the clone as he left [Indurian] "Because, if thou art any bit alike with myself..."
>and now you could've sworn you heard the knight speaking these last few parting words in an unnaturally deep and wholly unnerving voice [Andrammelech] "This realm is thine grave."
>you dont have enough time to stop the man to ask about the change in voice before he's already jogging quickly again back from where he had come Anonymous
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[1d20] <HOW SEVERE IS THE BLENDING [1d20] <HOW LONG DOES THE BLENDING LAST [1d2] <WHO GETS TO LIVE?!
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>>26749265 "It's "ah-roo-AY-tee." A neutral title, but there are many worse things I could call you."
>Your eagerness to continue prevents an air of awkwardness decending after that, although you're not sure 1129 would pick up on it. >He seems too...odd to do so. "An interesting story. I don't have many from my training."
>None that he can tell you, at least. >The glowing gaze tracks you as you leave. "You should be able to find me in the Barracks, or the firing range. Maybe the Workshop, although most likely only to investigate the equipment used there."
>Even without seeing his face, it's very obvious that you caught him very much off guard. >The change in your voice makes him take a step back, and his free hand shoots to and hovers over his pistol's holster, before he hesitates, probably debating what to do. >He doesn't make a choice before you're gone from sight. 1/2
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>>26749265 >>26754377 >The Clone finds those parting words almost offensive. >Indurian does not possess the technology or the knowledge that he does. He has never met a Mandalorian. >His determination and strength are not as pitiful as Indurian seems to think. >With his mood once again soured, he reviews the information he has gathered. >No matter how good the infirmary may be, it won't compare to Bacta. He is incapable of removing his armour, anyway. >The armoury will be useless for anything beyond assessing the technology level of this faction. The Workshop will likely only see use for the same purpose, and in the event that it serves as a good location to conduct repairs. >The firing range will be an optimal location to assess his weapons' performance, and identify damages within. >And, of course, the Barracks. Time will tell if they will be an adequate place to begin repairing. >Bacta will prevent fatigue, but it is unknown if there is a limit to its effectiveness. >Best not to test that and endanger the upcoming operation, as well as his repairs. >He returns to the cluster of buildings, taking a moment to remember which was the Barracks, before heading inside. >Locating a vacant room does not take too long. He leaves the now dry spear leaning against a wall, and does not pay much attention to the layout, focusing mainly on attempting to sleep. >Even in an environment much more comfortable than a cave, it is a difficult task. Not impossible, but difficult. The pack makes things difficult, but eventually, he succeeds in falling asleep. Anonymous
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>Post #1/2: The Waiting Room >>26736739 "Then you haven't made enemies of any of them, and I sincerely hope you don't. You'd be surprised how insane it is to try outthinking, outplanning, and outperforming any of the alicorns. On the topic of Discord, I don't even try, but as for the outsider if I say anything about that one then I'm liable to piss a few humans off... not the first of which would be you."
>Left hand lifting up, a familiar blue and white beer bottle with a ribbon pops into place, flicking the cap off, the man twitching in a self-deprecatingly guilty fashion. "Despite.. being a foot taller than most and colored green, I can die. I think that means I'm as close to human as I can be, but I don't want to test that theory out, and, I'm glad you asked. This little room is much better than that, let me show you first."
>About facing and pointing the bottle up, Anon taps a button on the remote, the screen then splitting into two, the left side displaying the waiting room with a series of unintelligible symbols scrolling on the bottom, the right showing the scene of the Frost Ripper. "To put it simply, I've managed to acquire enough information and a few relics from the rulers to put together a... one second-"
>Pausing to reach into his vest, he brings out a fairly hefty looking cell phone, tapping several keys, a door opening under the insensate undead mage and sending him into the Fortress while Roust rocks back on her hooves, ears twitching with a followup tinge of annoyance. >'I can order my armor to move, but it's much slower when I'm not in it.' "The skeleton's out of it, might be better off with just you three. Now, you could call this an experimental micro-universe in a few meanings: for one, it's outside of both realspace and dimensional space, which means it's contained. Two, time doesn't flow here unless it's allowed, so whatever enters will stop, and restart when leaving. Three.."
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>Post #2/2: The Waiting Room >>26736739 >Pausing once more, Anon's head turns towards you several degrees, his tone turning highly reluctant. "This place creates a backup, of sorts, of whomever is in here at the time, with the exception of me. It's the same process behind creating a save state on a hard drive, one that can be restored at will. Unfortunately, the problems with it are.. very complex. As the Empress explained this to me, every time this is done the multiverse itself diverges, splitting timelines in two, three, or maybe four if one is very unlucky."
>Lifting the bottle up for a drink through the mask, somehow, Shanis' eyebrows furrow in a morbid fashion, unhooking her wings from their protectors and jabbing a serrated blade upwards. "Hold up here greenie, I know how this works, it's the same problem that happens whenever Eldritch and otherworldly monsters travel through reality, they create schisms in each reality that lets others similar to them bleed through."
>'...what? I don't understand, what do you mean by travel through?' >Shooting the Vanguard and you a compromised expression, the Mercenary Queen stifles a sigh, sliding towards the closest couch, climbing onto it stiffly and signaling for a drink of her own. "It's not a simple answer Roust. In short, when alternate dimensions, realities, and spectrums split, like what he just said, that means everything is copied, just like copying somepony's writing style. The problem here is that each copy is a little bit different from the first, or each other, so if you copy a copy enough times it winds up looking nothing like the original. I think it's called degradation, or something like that."
"Got it in one."
>Handing another bottle of the rather cheap brew to the suited pegasus, Anon shrugs his shoulders, his tone only slightly dismissive. "I don't foresee any problems happening so long as this isn't used often, but if it becomes the answer to every little bit of trouble.. well, it won't be fun."
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The greatest human waifu of all, fite me if you disagree.
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>>26763470 Absolutely disgusting.
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>>26641039 >With great relish, the Cultist deliberately stomps on the shredded map several times, turning about and heading back onto the street. >"Should have brought a flamestick to burn half this world down, save some ashes to bathe in later." >Removing the black skull cap from it's home pocket and slapping it on his head, Corsen begins trodding towards the brothel while whistling merrily to himself. >Halting at his intended destination, he decides to continue his original plan, slipping the monocular up for a quick check of external security, along with the frequency of ponies entering and exiting, and whether or not they were taking weapons. [1d6+2] <U.Scouting+Nightvis
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>>26759489 >Surprised isn't really the word...and...hmm "No, no, I can see exactly how much of a pain it would be trying to outfox that lot. Discord though, is impossible, but fun. And all that...well, I obviously don't know the circumstances, but this sounds like something that is inevitably going to come out regardless. I don't know who this outsider is, but maybe it's something worth discussing sooner rather than later? Just my two cents."
>Is that?... "You know, instead of that, you can just have some of my brew, if you want...its mysterious, but I bet it's better than that can of swill. Probably better for you too.
>Not even nuclear war can stop the ribbon... >Shaking his flask of mystery alcohol in what he hopes is a tempting manner, Hollow watches intrigued as Anon operates his bizarre system "I'm actually a bit curious how you managed to get all of this technology so well synced up with...well, I'm assuming this is all mostly magical. I'm not quite sure if your doors are magical, psionic, or both though. Is the old fashioned cell phone easier to get working with the magic, or is it just preference? I mean, if it was just preference, you could like, make this whole place look like...a limo flying in a pocket dimension, or something."
>Just an idea, yes? >Meanwhile, science! Magic! Multidimensional physics! "I wish we had a replacement for him. I'll just summon Succubooty if things get out of hand. Still, the way you've explained this so far is surprisingly simple."
>Y'know, comparatively >>26759563 >Ooh, multiple Hollows! "Well, I've always wanted to meet myself. Man, I wonder what it would be like to talk to a me that was still all split in the personality department..."
>Probably -really- annoying, actually... >Or oddly arousing! >Staring as the Merc Queen explained things to the Vanguard, Hollow contemplated >This all sounds very dangerous "Well, I can't imagine us using this too much...we'll just have to accept our consequences like we normally would."
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>Snoozing Doctor, Unconscious Nurse >>26737985 >More than likely experiencing a rather long narcoleptic episode, the carnelian unicorn remains where she'd collapsed, mumbling short sentences of physiological jargon, most of it on the circulatory system and crude, pre-modern neurological terminology, both of which were completely out of order you notice, her legs and nose occasionally twitch, letting you know she was, at the least, alive. >Still soundly asleep in her chair, the blanket surrounding Doctor Tipper had loosened, falling down around her shoulders and exposing the top of an older worn writing tablet, the type with a steel wire coil holding the pages together at the top, a decidedly archaic quill lazily nudged halfway through the coil. >Catching sight of oddly colored green eyes staring in your direction from the back side of the clinic, their owner, a fairly good sized horse covered from hooves to ears by a black, insect-like armor, accented by thin glowing lines of green separating each piece of armor, lifts it's head to stare for several moments. >Two rather metallic sentences, surprisingly in plain English, form in the air a foot above the old doctor's head, definitely illusionary in nature, or perhaps holographic, accompanied by an annoyed metallic snort. 'You will have to excuse Doctor Tipper and Nova Flicker, the first usually goes to sleep right around this time, the second suffers from highly random bouts of severe narcolepsy. If you require medical treatment, it may be best to send a radio message for a human medic as I have several rather critical cases to treat.'
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>Post #1/2: The Waiting Room >>26767302 >Swishing the bottle slowly around at the question, the glint of a murderous cheshire smile forms across the mask, dissipating a bit too quickly as the sensation is replaced by a business tone. "I'd rather not give my competition any ammunition, even though it doesn't have any at the moment mind you. I simply don't need any more interruptions."
>Eyeing the flask for a moment, Anon lifts the bottle, two creases in the mask indicating a great deal of doubt. "I'd.. probably better not, the most I can handle is three bottles, so I'll pass. What you have there is either a nuclear grade hangover or fuel for an Eff-Ay-Ee."
>Tossing the remote up into the air, with a tiny flourish, a green thumb and middle finger snap, freezing it in place, the tall humanoid giving it an exasperated sigh. "Look, I'll be very honest here: I don't even know what I'm doing ninety percent of the time. I hear an idea, jam a bunch of shit together, and hope it works. If something fails and becomes dangerous, I scrap and toss it into a black hole. At some point I'm going to give up, but for right now, THIS thing functions properly."
>Tapping the neck of the bottle with a finger, the tapping stops, Anon's eyes under the mask rotating in your direction, twinges of psychological trauma rapidly bubbling onto the surface of his otherwise closed thoughts. "I... I can't.. they won't stop sc-"
>Snapping himself out of it after a few moments with a visible full body shudder, the bottle is clenched tightly while the free hand tosses a new translocation disc towards you, shakily making a shooing motion before grabbing the remote and tapping several buttons quickly. "I've.. kept you all here long enough. This'll be a test run. I'll watch everything closely, see what happens, try to find any flaws or loopholes. Try not to do anything that can't be repaired, please."
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>Post #2/2: Shanis & Roust: The Outpost >>26767302 >Popping back into the frozen Northern Wastes at nearly the same exact spot you had vacated one second, or ten minutes by pocket dimension time, Roust scowls upon hearing the massive chains of the Frost Ripper tearing into permafrost soil. >Sending an order at her armor to move, and silently hoping it wouldn't trip, the Changeling turns to give you a funny stare. >'I'm not sure which part about that being annoys me more, his lack of courtesy or the trouble that surrounds him.' >Shanis, however, becomes a snickering pegasus pancake in the snow, sliding the hood on and flailing her wings around half-heartedly. "Oh dearest comrades, please help this old mare out, I've fallen and I can't get up~!"
>'...why do I bother.' "Because your face scrunches in this awfully cute way when somepony annoys you, and I'm pretty sure you're doing it right-"
>Blatantly ignoring the background devastation of earth and ice, Shanis pokes her head up, eyes narrowed behind the visor, a hidden grin under the mask spreading as a wingblade points out Roust making the exact same annoyed scrunch she was just describing. "Yep, see, just like I said."
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>Standing up and partially negating the sticky enchantment on her wing protectors, Shanis shoves them back onto her sides, stopping for a moment, then slowly turning her heat her eyebrows wriggling amusedly behind the diamond plate. "And see what a Frost Ripper really looks like. Give me about a minute, going to catch a win- ...saaaaaaaaay, Roust, dear, sweety-pie? Care to help me out?"
>'...I hate you harder than the singing nutcase that bothered the Hive. Fine, just don't complain if I refuse to catch your overly curvy flanks.' >Before Shanis even gets a chance to respond, a minotaur sized, bright green set of dragon claws scoop the pegasus up, hurling her into the air. [1d6+8] <E.Psionicism: Stratospheric Launch Protocol Alpha
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>Canterlot: Venous >>26766852 >The Brothel was only brightly lite building in the street, as every other building was so dim in comparison it was if the place was abandoned. >Though, judging by shadows moving behind curtains of many windows it appeared ponies were busy amongst themselves and in their own little worlds. >As you scanned the entry way of the three storey house, your monocular night visor picked up flashes of a sort, like glimpses of light caught in a window pane. >The sporadic flashing continued, and as you investigated the face of the brothel for a source, you could see this phenomenon covered the whole building. >Must be a form of ward to protect or detect, perhaps both. >There was no bouncer nor any other visible security, instead there was a sturdy wooden stripped door reinforced by polished brass stubs. In the centre of which was a platinum plaque in the shape of a stylized heart, and right in the middle of that was a closed post flap. >Entry must be gained from asking those already inside, you gathered. >Movement caught your eye, and by instinct you braced your back against the wall of the house neighbored to the Brothel, the intense shifting pink and red lights making the unlit parts of the street that much darker, affording you decent cover. >Now bathed in the light the Brothel produced you saw a group of ponies approach from the other side of the building, a crowd of six, five mares and one stallion. Perfectly encapsulating the sex ratio of Equestria. >Since they were on the opposite side of the whorehouse, they were right in front of the hardy door. >Leaving you with a good opportunity to get in, however there were prance windows between you and them. >A mare from the group, whom you assumed to be the leadmare of the herd stood in front of the door, using her hoof to knock on the plaque in a unique rhyme. >Several clacks later the post flap opened briefly before closing again, then on squeaky hinges the door opened. "What are you doing?"
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>Post #1/2: The Empire: Kingdom District, Six Crowns Hotel. >Shortly before dusk. >>26069550 >Awoken by sporadic, far off clicks of metal on metal, several tiny vibrations, silence, then much later a suspiciously quiet sliding sound, your mostly unconscious mind somehow registers a pair of fuzzy, curiously hazel slitted eyes. >Once more noting the sound, it finally equates itself to cloth as the very familiar sensation of hooves are planted alongside your chest and knees, the shape of the batpony, a mare in excellent condition with a dark lemon coat, lifts it's head, one eyebrow raising, the other lowering, alternating several times slowly. >Nodding once, a spreading smile takes over the mare's lips as the examination ends, ears folding back and nose wriggling in a dangerous fashion, head bending down to plant her nose next to your ear, a silky, devious voice whispering huskily: "Just hold still human, I'll make this as painless, and long, as I can, or if you'd rather make it short and painful, you could always fluster my flanks~!"
>... >Despite what should be the mare's apparent expertise in matters of carnality, and that of several more batmares all eagerly piling in, the next half hour or more passes by with intensely crippling boredom, the swirling thoughts in your head starting off with: >"Why is this so.. VANILLA now? ..I'm already bored!" GM Strangler !!jbSTgL8bKDi
>Post #2/2: The Empire: Kingdom District, Six Crowns Hotel. >Shortly before dusk. >>26071323 >Roused from slumber by a nagging itch, your first waking thought was what could possibly be biting through armor. >Rolling about while simultaneously searching for a back scratcher and and seeking out the source of irritation, the first fails to yield anything more than the hilt of a rapidly warming blade. >Eventually subsiding into two dull, frustratingly difficult to reach itches, reminiscent of deep musculature in the later healing stages, considerably easier to stand after stabbing yourself a few times, you belatedly realizing that the flambe function was currently "on".. >After a long shower and during a soak in the Six Crowns Hotel's unoccupied, heated public bath, Clemency is given a notice of duskfast to be served soon, the young Crystal pony attendant struggling to explain the term with a dismally limited vocabulary. >Fortunately for Lont, a bit of adrenaline fueled panic manages prevent anything other than himself from being set ablaze, and switches the blade off before anything else burns. >While taking advantage of the rather short, though not cramped crystal shower stall, a knock at the door is followed by a Crystal filly's singsong announcement of duskfast to be served during the hour, skipping off quickly after. >Meeting in a pleasantly dim lounge, the Empire seating and accommodations unsurprisingly the same as those Amerose insisted on having installed in the Enclave, the pair are seated in a sheltered corner booth. >Compiling their collected information on the previously unknown events in both the Empire and Las Pegasus, a grim reminder in the form of hay fries with tomato slices on the side, six whole, softly steamed and sparkling pumpkins, a clover milkshake, and an overly large slice of red cake on the side is delivered by a lethargic young unicorn stallion, stumbling off to take an order from a group of exhausted, ragged looking batponies. Anonymous
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>>26769110 >Eying the green man's grin, Hollow raises a questioning eyebrow "Well, whatever you say. I'm sure you have a good reason.
>Blanking at him, and then starting down at the bottle, Hollow's mouth opens slightly... >...I mean...I don't mind it... "Well...I mean, I quite like it..."
>Taking a tentative sip of his flask, Hollow just shrugs and puts it away...somewhere >It's his loss "Well, if it's that easy..."
>... "What? Won't stop what? Who is they? Are you okay, Anon?"
>>26769119 >Interrupted before he could attempt to administer more help, (or inflict more trauma), Hollow stared with vague annoyance at the frozen wasteland, and then returned Roust's funny stare >"Too cagey. If he has the same kind of mental process as the rest of us humans, I can't imagine the way he acts to be particularly healthy. Yes, I am aware of the irony of me talking about mental health..." >I mean, just look at how much I still talk to myself! >Allowing himself a self-deprecating snicker, Hollow grins down at Shanis "You only look old, you foalish pony. Now come on, making fun of that sort of thing is snow joke! And she does look cute, doesn't she?"
>Allowing his grin to grow ever wider as Roust and Shanis go back and forth, Hollow waves as Roust tosses the pegaus into the air "Don't worry, I'll catch your curvy flanks for you if she won't!"
>I might do more than catch him if I get my hands on them again though... >Refocusing on the more pressing issues, Hollow reaches his mind out, trying to pinpoint the exact location of the Frost Ripper, and get some information about it >Thank you, mind radar/scanner! [1d6+4] <Master E.o.H.: Super Psioni Scanner
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>>26778576 >>26778667 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xwuXLqqw_gU >Lont didn't for the life of him know what happened while he slept. >Last thing he recalled himself doing before going under the covers of his comfy hotel bed was stripping naked, tidying his "civvy" clothes away in the rooms afforded dresser and then going to sleep. >Next thing he knew he woke up to the sensations of his back burning up, as if he left his sword on fire, leaving it to cook through his scale armour. >Jumping out of bed in a panic, Lont scrambled to take the heated metal off his skin before he could roast within the suit. >But as he stood there in the dark hotel room, hasty jabs met bare back, and as he breathed heavily reality knocked some sense into his frightened state. "What in the ever loving fuck was that?"
>He heard of a phenomenon called phantom pain before, but nothing like this. A phantom -sensation..nightmare? >... >His thoughts on the matter were cut off by the announcement of "Duskfast" coming from his door. >And not wanting to miss free food, Lont decided to drop subject to instead finish up showering, get dressed and grab some grub. >... >... >After greeting Clem in the lounge and going over each others information, Lont gave Clem a concerned look at his friends tired features. "Didn't get a good beauty sleep, aye?"
>As he watched the unicorn stallion serve them their food, his heart sank a bit as he remembered that ponies are herbivores and don't exclusively dine on sweets. >"Shit." >Seeing the batponies, he pointed towards them with his chin, a grin forming on his face. "At least you're not the only one who didn't get some sleep."
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>>26778576 >"Hmmm...?" >Clem, still in the throes of sleep, barely moves and cracks an eye open to the sounds and figures around him >Further aroused by the figures, Clem opens his eyes a tiny bit more >"A...batpony?" >Oh >This shit again >No >No more fighting >No more running >They win >Holy shit, that voice sounds lewd though >But no fighting >... >"This is it? Seems...too vanilla. Expected more. Thanks Twisted." >Just go along with it >Clem just let's them have their fun >No sleep was had that night >Guess that many mares would do that >Just enjoy the soak >Interrupted by the announcement of "duskfest", Clem raises an eyebrow at the concept but decides to go ahead and get something to eat >>26783801 >Clem looks at Lont after his observations "Do I really look that tired? I guess so. Beginning to wake up though."
>Looking down at the food served, Clem's appetite subsided >"Right. Really should've expected this but..." >Looking over to where Lont motioned to, Clem's face cracked a small grin "Oh yeah. That's why I didn't have any sleep."
>Looking over to them again to see them once more, he then turns over to Lont >"He doesn't seem that refreshed himself." "You also seem tired? Anything happened?"
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>>26785297 >No point letting food go to waste, Lont took a sparkling pumpkin and began to dissect it with the provided fork and knife. "Maybe we can order coffee to help us out here."
>"And to down the food." >Stabbing the slice of pumpkin with his silver fork, he plopped it into his mouth, eyebrows rising in surprise. >Not at the taste, of lords of metal no, but at Clem's cheeky response. "That so; with that many? Its a wonder how you can stand at all."
>Lont was genuinely proud of Clem, it must not have been easy to reduce so many batponies to heaving wrecks. >The pumpkin was alright too, wasn't going to kill him by its taste. >"This is what happens when you're spoiled on bountiful meat back at the Fortress, that and Cadence. She really needs to take the hint I don't have as strong a metabolism as hers." "I do? Must be from dreaming of my past. Like, it was if I was actually experiencing it all over again. And I suppose that phantom sensation of me burning up because I left my sword ignited and strapped to my back also had something to do with it."
>Lont just shrugged at what was said, it sounding kinda -sorta -probably -definitely ridiculous when spoken out loud. >Chewing the other pumpkin half in his mouth, Lont used his knife to cut the big slice of red cake in half, offering one side to Clem first. "Still up to finding the Wards and Lucky, its a big task, not that I'm saying you're not up to it."
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>>26789313 "Coffee would be nice.."
>Seeing Lont going for a pumpkin, Clem follows and gets one himself >Slicing and taking a bite of it, Clem sees Lont surprised >Must be the taste >Not that it's bad or anything "Well, it's not that it was hard. Just...ordinary, even with all of them. Twisted made me spoiled I guess."
>Giving a hum listening to Lont's night, Clem gets interested at his experience >Normally, phantom sensations are reserved for limb loss "That must be one heck of a lucid dream you experienced to make you stay awake that long afterwards. Wonder what part of your past would make you feel that."
>Ending with a shrug, Clem thanks Lont for the slice and starts cutting into that "Well, it is going to be a wild chase. And after shadows because I'm sure they don't want to be found. Still, I'm sure there's something to go off of around."
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>>26768393 "Hey, maybe my good looks killed them."
>Jokes to himself before the strangely shaped pony caught his eyes, staring directly into its. >Eyes flicking up to the words that had suddenly appeared, and he blinks a few times. "Grenades ARE a hell of a drug."
>Clearing his throat and shaking his head, he carefully picks up the tablet that had been laid across his knees and stands to gently place it upon the sleeping doctor's desk. "No, I suppose I'll be leaving, hallucinatory horse."
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>>26790955 >With the slice passed over to Clem, Lont took his own piece as he chuckled at his comrades guesswork, for he could relate to that in the same way with Cadence. "When it comes down to it, other than magic and their anatomy, ponies have become somewhat standard. Compared to the mares in our lives, that is."
>"Perhaps I should relearn the Kamasutra?" >Using fork like a spoon, he took a taste of the cake. And unsurprisingly like every other food product from the Empire that contains a hint of sugar, found it sweet with a savory aftertaste. "Don't know, I haven't left without my gear and weapons in a long time, so it might be something to do with that. Or it could be a sign..."
>There are great beings of influence found on Tallus and in the dimensions encapsulating the planet, some greater than others even. So it being a subtle hint of precaution would not be unfounded, he reasoned. >"It could be the case, than again I'm not that important to warrant such finesse from outsiders." >Shaking his head, he poked the fork into his slice of cake so to clasp his hands together, chin resting on them as he nodded at Clem. "Anyway, it should be easy enough to ask for directions to the Wards, just use that charm of yours. And as for Lucky, in case you see her...I don't know."
>Taking a portion of hayfries and placing them into one palm, he fingered them around around until the crispiest one was singled out. "As for me, got letters to deliver, ponies to talk too and marbles that could serve to bolster the Empires defenses to give to Cadence. When she isn't busy with the wounded from the conflict."
>"Maybe I should leave them in her room instead, as to not interrupt her." Anonymous
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>Slowly reaching up and tapping the folding blade to see if it still existed, the Cultist continues watching for a bit, then finds himself groaning in frustration at the utter lack of security, the same hand lifting of it's own accord to palm his face. >"Why? Why is everything so WRONG here? A brain-damaged warpspawn could stumble through this city and there would be ponies willing to talk to it.. or feed it and give it a name." >Settling for memorizing the pattern in mnemonic retention, he shifts the jumpsuit partially to appear more presentable, then takes a half-step out, his tone reasonably polite at the voice, yet roughly one-quarter mad from accumulated stress. >Lifting his head to stare up at the unfamiliar and far too clean sky, Corsen plants his boot down, halting rigidly at his own voice, then continuing unabated. >Thoroughly pushing the voice out of his head and attributing it to some less dickish Tzeentchian sorcery, he turns the corner and strides towards the door purposefully, stopping only to mimic the knocks.
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>>26791848 "Oh right. Still, it was like a bunch of them though..."
>Clem digs into the cake, savoring the sweet taste that still isn't getting old >"Again. Making me spoiled." "Maybe you're attached? Could make sense but I'm not willing to test that by seeing if I get electrocuted because I forgot my blade."
>Seems silly, but this world is silly in itself already so this isn't our of this realm's reason "That charm huh? I do got one spot in mind but that villa would work too."
>Clem raises an eyebrow at Lont fingering through the fries >"He's actually going to try hay?" "Wounded? When did that happen?"
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>To The Mess Hall! >>26791255 >Catching another sentence in front of your eyes, the bold green letters slant to the left in an angered fashion: 'Grenades are NOT allowed in the clinic, I am NOT a horse, and if you are having hallucinations then you should wait for a proper diagnosis!'
>Passing by a large man clad in a Russian World War I uniform, or so you thought it was, visibly ill concerned by a serious case of steel-lampshade-on-head, the stark contrast of atmosphere between the injury filled clinic and the quiet, calm courtyard was rather refreshing, though it wasn't to last. >Finding a number of humans passing across the various paths throughout the strange Fortress, the dawning realization that the hallucination stages had gotten worse, and finally achieved critical alarm levels: >Each and every human here hailed from entirely different eras of history, ranging from a copper age spear carrier garbed in crudely stitched leather, to a man shoulder-carrying an early generation portable anti-tank missile launcher, and finally onto someone that appeared to be a fairly professional mercenary nerd, typing away on a personal laptop with only a holstered pistol on his side. >To the north of the clinic, a well trodden dirt path led straight to the six tallest buildings, the first three a variant of typical NCO barracks, with three larger ones beyond them, though a lone wooden watch tower, or similar, towards the east took it's place as the single tallest. >As there were neither ponies, horses, land to sea monsters in appearance, at least for the time being, the trip to the mess hall was relatively boring, yet the sight of a bright pink winged, blue bodied pegasus headbutting a drunk woman garbed in forest camo BDU's out the door was, at the very least, slightly less unnerving than it should have been an hour ago. "-AY OUT AND STOP GRABBING PLOTS UNINVITED OR I'M GOING TO BAN YOU FROM THE BAR!"
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>>26796221 "You could say you gave them a 'bat time'~"
>It was a terrible pun, but he just had to say it. >Whenever talking about Batponies, puns are a must. >Lont chortled, "attached" was a bit of an understatement. "You could say that sure, my sword was a machete once upon a time. It has been by my side for years, maybe its secretly sentient and misses me? Wouldn't be the weirdest thing to happen to us."
>Pinching the hayfry, he plopped it in his open mouth and chewed. >If he was a pony it probably would taste good with some sauce or seasoning, but Lont was not a pony and found it bland. >"Why do they not make them out of potatoes I can't understand." "Exactly, if you can woo the Great Gooch Gobbler herself, extracting information should be easy enough. Well...You did ride Twisted until her temper tantrum subsided after Filth spooked her good."
>Whatever memories that were going to resurface were sidetracked by Clems genuine question. >"Is he serious?" "The wounded from Las Pegasus -after Stalliongrad attacked them again. They have been sent here and are recuperating after the horrors of war, something that cuts deeper for ponies than us humans."
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