#OiE: The Future After, the Past Before, Part 7.5

>Stillwind Cave

>>27896318

>Instead of standing up, which didn't seem entirely possible for her to do, the mare slides off the desk into a wobbly standing position, dipping her head towards Raidor with a positively bubbly smile.
"Sha'va!"
>Presumably an exclamation of joy, you think, although the top half of her body DID begin bubbling, yet it wasn't enough to be considered explosive bubbling.


>>27902359

"Plesah, hu`um!"
>The Saddle Arabian's head bows in a slow, rather normal manner, then spins halfway around, her tail, more like streamers of speckled red jello, swishing in a profoundly vertigo inducing manner.
"Sehs paht ahlite!"
>The right foreleg lifts, forming into an odd, but legible arrow pointing directly at a dark patch on the tunnel wall across from her, double rows of cool white glow gems sparking into life beyond the partially hidden entrance, revealing a smaller tunnel leading downwards.

"Dawn sere for dee-lee-vehr-ee."
>Turning about much more slowly so as not to make either Ivan or Raidor even sicker, the mare nudges her head in the smaller tunnels' direction, tilting her head after a moment.
"Dayi vell greet shu. ..Ah, noit seh moshrooms sehrs, mus'not ye? Es.. they is baht fur pones, an' hu`um."

>Post #1/2: Still Peak: Late Pepper

>>27948910

"Don't worry about it, I take some things too literally, kind of hard not to when running a trading post this big."
>Svelte shoulders lifting, Late pauses to munch on something crunchy, apparently putting aside her embarrassment enough to continue searching.
"Mmf.. ..a little stale. That's not quite the same translation that Blackscale gave me a while back. He said that the word 'robot' has more to do with the fact that most can't think freely and act in predefined patterns, whatever predefined means. I'm not sure if that means they're slaves or just not smart enough to be individuals, like a nest of ants. Or honey bees.. I should really put in an order for honey from the Moors.."
>Pausing to flip a bright orange square through the shelves to land on the floor by you, the mountain seal shuffles down to peer around the aisle, frowning in deep thought.
"If you can figure out what's on that, then it might tell you something, but, truthfully? I don't really know. I heard Barzet, one of the really old dragons from the Spines, talk about a race from another world trying to build them here, but their robots kept getting.. corrupted isn't the right word. It's something similar though."

>Scrolling through the Canterlotlian styled table of contents, then flipping to the back of the book, the rewritten laws, if that's what they were, were posed in an oddly subjective manner:
>All autonomous cities, city-states, countries, or regions were to create and enforce their own regulations on the acquisition, trade, and sale of what were considered abhorrent, abominable, or far too destructive possessions.
>Most notably considered abominable were poisonous, acidic, toxic, mind-destroying, deformative, and Bane-class enchantments, the last two of which were plainly listed as: 'destroy on sight; apprehend the creators and users if at all possible, otherwise designate for execution'.

>Post #2/2: Still Peak: Late Pepper

>>27948910

>As there were no counter-arguments, the next section detailed the use of bodily parts from Otherworldly, Eldritch, and planar beings, specifically those that were sentient, to be abominable, while the opposing page had a string of names: Dragon Emperor Velkruz of the Elder Council, Queen Chrysalis, Princesses Cadence and Luna, the Bronze Duke of Saddle Arabia, Chamber Knight Still Flower of Germaneigh, Matron Ragged Ear of the Sea's Bounty Clan, Captain Shanis of Tartarus Isle, and a number of others that you didn't know.
>All had signed and lodged a formal declaration stating that they and their associated factions would continue to harvest and use bodily parts of hostile Eldritch and Otherworldly beings, along with non-sentients, in reasonable manners, though they would individually regulate whether or not any resulting enchantments were lawful.
>Reading into the bylaws section, it fell to the associated rulers and councils of each city, or city-state, to decide what was legal, none of which had bearing on either the Dragonspine Mountains or towards Razorback, though you do come across a reference stating Constructs and Endless March Golems were the only exceptions.
>Paging into the bottom of the tome to look up the specifics, a jumbled mess of various countries' legalese awaited, the majority of it reading out as little more than: 'don't ever try to summon them or many will be unhappy'.
>It looked like a lawyer or ranking faction member was needed to give you a concrete answer.

>Preventing the impending heart attack, though failing to ward off the thought that Late Pepper may actually be a Changeling simply messing with you, the heliconia seal had flopped upside down upon a travel futon directly under the west side of the bay window.
"Yes, it is-"
>Staring up at the sealing, she waves a flipper at it, speaking in a comical tone.
"I'd like to give her access to the free trader's guild, if she can accept."

>>27951582
>He sounds as stressed as I expected.
>I thought that he'd sound more disappointed or angry, though.
>Not that he probably isn't all of those as well.
"Don't let me have a hand in deciding anything ever again."

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>>27956074
>>27956112

>Constructs being comparable to Ants and Honey Bees wasn't too far off the mark.
>Precise, methodical. The perfect machine.
>Even if their directive seemed to be malicious.
>Sunny jumped a bit as the object hit the floor by her, turning to look at it.
>Oh.
>Oh dear.
>Hello, hello, you lovely thing. Come to Sunshine.
>The mare picked it up between her wings and held it up for inspection, the law book all but forgotten.

[1d6] < U. Research

[1d2] < Lore: Constructs

[1d6] < Intuition

>Pretty much all of her attention had been transferred to the orange square, obviously it was linked to the Constructs.
>She did all this and more, talking over the square.
"As for the Canterlot Treaty, I can tell you that it's written in common-"
>She giggled.
"Seriously, though, it seems that each autonomous governing body has to form their own laws on the use of 'abominable' things, none of which have any bearing on Razorback or the Dragonspines. So I think trade is allowed."
>...
"However, there's a lot of legal jargon, and I'm not exactly in a good state of mind to go deciphering lawyer speak."

>Another race attempting to build sentient machines?
>The humans perhaps.
>Corrupted?
>She should look into that, it wasn't required for her purposes, but it couldn't hurt.

>Pepper could be a Changeling.
>At least they were friendly here.
"Hm, would you mind if I bought this off of you? I'd like to study it more if I could."
>She gestured with the square to indicate her interest in it.
"Oh! And a translation book for Draconian if you have one, can't hurt to learn how to speak it."
>...
"Hell, if the Remnant allows me through with this thing, we'll all know if it's legal or not."
>She'd definitely know when she gets locked in a cell for the rest of her days.
"As for Miss Naliyna, I'm just the courier, but I can carry along the message for you. Since that's... Like... The job she hired me for and all."
>Not quite, but there was no need to make her associations known.

>Post #1/2: Doctor Tipper

>>27898562

"Don't take this the wrong way, but-"
>Placing the teacup in her lap, Tipper's head swivels towards the door, fixing it with a cold, possibly even contemptful scowl.
"By no means is Hodch a friend to me. I value his insight, high degrees of knowledge in twenty different fields of study, ambiguously legal associations with certain ponies that have provided us with aid.. and not much else. He has done well for Razorback, but as of late he, Denra, and even Krinza have been more than a little irritable, perhaps even aggressive, towards humans. Normally I might have thought they've simply had bad dealings, though now I'm not so sure."
>Front hooves settling into her lap, the aged doctor's horn alights, drifting the empty cup back next to her teapot with practiced precision as her eyes close.
"Somehow, I knew this was coming. Well, since you haven't had much contact with us I'll give you the short explanation."
"Only this world there are a number of pony species: unicorns, like myself, pegasi, earth ponies, Crystal ponies, Saddle Arabians, and a few offshoots that don't quite classify as another species. All are naturally herd based, which means that they, we rather, form deep, long-lasting bonds between a number of members, anywhere from three to fifteen. This excludes batponies, whom are for the most part, monogamous."
"In most regions there are four or five fillies for every colt born, but something like nine to ten for earth ponies, which means that it is hard for a mare not in a herd to acquire a mate of her own. Though I'll spare the intricate details, starting a new herd is a difficult task, and it's becoming more common for a mare to take a male herdmate that isn't her own species. It's not frowned out, but it is considered odd."

>Post #2/2: Doctor Tipper

>>27898562


"What elicits so much interest is that the most humans whom have arrived here are male. Ponies view this sex disparity in a rather.. possessive manner, to put it bluntly, and many mares across Tallus desire a human stallion of their own, especially due to Razorback being quite friendly with some of the larger factions and their leaders. After all, what's more desirable than a being that your own leader is allied with? There is also an ingrained cultural urge to be friends with every living being we come across, however.."
"In the past two years alone I've heard a stories of profoundly impossible sexual performance from humans, both in Canterlot and the Empire. I thought that they were nothing more than outlandish tales, but to explain part of this curiousity, few stallions among the various pony species can last twenty seconds during mating, sexual intercourse, that is, and if they're trained for it, a minute at most. As I've learned from the General and a few others, humans can continue intercourse for up to ten minutes on average."
>Cracking an eye open, Tipper pushes her head back into the padded chair, letting out a quiet, visibly frustrated sigh.
"That one fact makes humans so immensely desirable to mares that it would take me a year to explain the ramifications and consequences. Politely stating you aren't interested in joining a herd ought to keep you safe, but for those that don't listen.. you may have to resort to more drastic means. Just try to keep it non-lethal, and avoid any mare that's staring at you too hard and you should be fine."

>Rolling the molten silvery eye down onto you, a quietly understanding smile creases her lips.
"I can't tell you how glad I am to hear that. Aiutante will be an excellent craftsmare once she's fully set up and had time to study more. If you need something dangerous to be done, then ask Krinza. Just don't talk to him about water, he's not a fan of it."

>Unknown Lands, Main Dig Site, Healer Centre: Cu'Nir


>>27956948
>Sighing, his frame shrunk in stature.
>Seemed like he was holding his breath for a while with how he panted for oxygen.
"Even if you didn't ask I would be forced to do so Simon. Folks will demand answers once news spread far enough. And knowing Warlord Ri'Vahz she will want you, Huntsmaster Cu'Nir, Spruce, Chef Có'caire, and that earth mare Sand Cutter."
>Looking around, the Enforcer grew somewhat suspicious at the lack of equines in the Centres ward.
"Where ever she might be. Expect the flocks to be less than welcoming, even if you found a Shadow Wing."

>>27958018
"You don't need to tell me that."
>I would wonder how stupid he thinks I am, but the answer I would get would be entirely justified.
"You don't need to tell me that, either. I might be a complete and utter fuckup, but I'm not a brain-dead moron."
>I'm not at all confident in the truth of what I'm saying.
"But I don't blame you for thinking I am, anyway. I know that it doesn't matter."

>Unknown Lands, Main Dig Site, Healer Centre: Cu'Nir


>>27958439
>Almost taken aback by your self deprecating attitude, Blackbeak looks over his shoulder towards Cu'Nir, pauses, then returns back to you, eyes tightly shut as he stabilized his breathing.
"In the end it doesn't matter what I think of you, the damage has been done. What I care about now is the proceedings for the deceased Fledgling and what can be salvaged from this before I fall apart again."
>Breaking away from the nestbeds side the crow Gryphon quietly moved for the backroom, his duel coat standing on end nearing the door, the sounds only he could hear clarifying.
"And do me a favour...try to be warmer around Cu'Nir, I can see her being harder on herself than you are currently about yourself."

>>27959491
>Truth be told, I'm surprised he's keeping it together right now.
>Even if he is only just managing to do so, it's more than I can do.
"What would I be able to say? This wasn't her fault. Not just this one event is on me, either."

>>27957088
>>27957105
"I too would describe his behaviour as aggressive."
>How he saw 1129's reaction the way he did is difficult to understand.
>Surely the inhabitants of this compound do not react well to being sneaked up on either.
>If it were Oh-Seven, things would have ended much worse for him.
>And much faster, too.

>As Tipper explains some of the traits of this world's natives, the Clone makes a series of mental notes to record all of this once he is back in his armour.
>Their basis on forming groups takes his interest, even if there is a large discrepancy in size, at least in larger groups.
>The lower end of that approximation, however, is much more familiar.

>The nature of this curiosity is not what he had expected to hear.
>Reproduction is a necessity for other life forms, but he does not have any knowledge of it being such a desireable or prioritised action.
"Strange. I did not anticipate that being a factor."
>He is relieved to hear that such integration should be easy to avoid.
"That is of no concern to me, however. Such matters are entirely different and separate to what I was made for."

>The sincere smile that Tipper wears in response attracts his attention.
>Her expressions have generally been more negative until now.
"Hopefully his recent behaviour does not make that too difficult. As for "dangerous" tasks, I should be able to repair my equipment with ease by myself, but my explosives have remained undamaged."
>The comment about water is strange, but he sees little reason to question such advice.

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>>27957032

[1d300] <Rare Stock
[1d300] <Rare Stock
[1d300] <Rare Stock
[1d300] <Rare Stock
[1d300] <Rare Stock
[1d500] <Unique Stock

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>>27955557
>"I have no idea what the fuck this thing is saying. I don't know French."
"Er, could you say that a bit slower?"
>Glancing at Raidor, I rub the back of my head.
"This isn't my native language."
>Hopefully that doesn't offend her. Him. It.

>Unknown Lands, Main Dig Site, Healer Centre: Cu'Nir


>>27960165
Don't know, just be by her side when Ri'Vahz rips her a new one."
>With those parting words the Enforcer pushed his way into the back room, the door closing behind him slow enough for you to here quick chatter stop.
>You were alone again.
>For how long, who knew.

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>>27955557
>Stillwind Cave: Captain Raidor

>Raidor's convincing faux smile holds well against the odd reply from the goo pony.
>'It's so weird...'
>The bubbling gets him, though, but keeps his face strong.

>>27962480
>Looking down the tunnel she pointed down, the captain's happy to draw his attention to the operator.
"I believe she said down that way to drop the manabombs off, Ivan. And also to not eat any mushrooms."
>Be cool be cool be cool.

>>27940609
>>27946864
>>27941580
>>27941116
>'Damnit Caliya, I don't care about your pony-accessible door idea, at least not right now.
"Sorry if I tend to have more important tasks than door handles when I feel like working, also the seats will remain designed for humans until I start carting more ponies around than anything else."
>Hearing Novus question the safety of the junk launcher, Kraut scoffs before answering the question.
"Of course not, it's just a spring-assisted pneumatic launcher; nothing fancy."
>Kraut briefly chuckles at snek acting like he hasn't seen any wimmins before.
"Smooth, now Natilda surely knows you have talked to women bef-WOAH!"
>It was precisely at that time that Kraut hit what looked like a dead tree, swerving out of the way just a little too late.
>He then opens the center console and hands Caliya the compass and map he keeps in there when they're asked for.
"Not going to lie, I forgot what the map was too but that should work."
>As soon as the earthquake noise happens, Kraut slips on and turns on his combi goggles, trying to see if he could see what big and ugly was doing.
[1d6+2]E. Perception
[1d6+4]NVG
[1d6+4]Thermal
"Alright, Novus, aim a little high with the junk launcher to account for air resistance and get ready to blast whatever might be stirred to act from the big guy's stomping around. Everyone else just get ready to reign lead on shit if you have big enough weapons to do so."
[1d6+2]Expert Leadership (Heavy Weapons)
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>Satisfied with his ability to talk at people, Kraut once again focuses on driving through the forest with minimal damage to the ride.
[1d6+10]E. Driving
[1d6+10]
[1d6+10]
[1d6+10]MoMC

>>27964436

[1d20] <SUPER ETHICAL "WE GOT FUCKING LOST IN THE CRAG MOORS" EVENT TABLE GOGOGOGOGOGOGOGO

>Post #1/2: The Deep Crag Moors: Roaring Thunder:

>LEADERSHIP: +2 to all Movement & Perception rolls!

>>27946864

>Throwing your arms up into the path of what you could swear were sharpened stakes, a score of impacts bounce off your armored forearms, clattering across the Ride's top harmlessly.

>Dropping down into the front passenger's seat, Caliya shakes the offending hoof, tossing his head left in the direction of the forest.
"That would be me. I am conc-"
>Sighing in the pony equivalent of 'I don't care, but I have to', the hoof connects with your spine a bit more firmly this time, this time shouting loud enough to hear over the wind.
"WE ARE LOST! WHERE ARE WE ON THE DAMNED MAP?!"


>>27954015

>Spooling enough spaghetti back into your pockets as to remain unnoticeable, the question remains: was the sauce still visible?
>Hearing a quiet snort from your left, you catch Caliya turning his head away with a wry grin, trying his absolute best not to say anything, though his expression was quite clear: it's all over you. I don't even have to look to smell it.

>Momentarily forgetting how to operate the NVG's, as you slam your face into the front passenger's side headrest, you recall the Sacred Art of Buttons, while fumbling around to find the Holy Button of Turn On Mystical Device it is eventually stroked with enough force to initiate night vision mode.
>Peering around Novus' ass and trying to forget the ridiculous amount of pasta vomiting itself from every pocket in the Ride, the forest itself is little more than a blur of trees, boulders, and the occasional outcropping of pillars that gave the Crags their name.
>A minute passes by as the Ride is kept in check, though you begin noticing feral predatory elk, wild basilisks, Moors boars, and other lesser known creatures rushing south, finally becoming an unending tide of monsters fleeing from the continuing roars and shrieking still a distance off.

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>Post #2/2: Into a Scar of the Crag Moors...

> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RmEjZqHva4Q

>>27964436

>Shooting a frown at the rearview mirror, Caliya fumbles around in the vain hope of sorting the map and compass, muttering under his breath.
"I swear if this turns out like the time I took Bubba to hunt down a bunch of newly hatched wyrms I am taking a month off-"
[1d6-1] <U.Cartography
[1d6-1] <U.Geography
[1d6-1] <U.Map Knowledge

>Keeping the Ride in check, the shaking of trees through the windshield ceases, replaced by thousands of animals, only a few of which were familiar, racing south away from the colossal noises.
>Passing into a rapidly forming tunnel that takes you by surprise, alarm bells begin screaming in your head as matching pairs of black, twisted trees the size of the Fortress pass by, a screaming tear in reality far ahead forms, sporadic hues of colors that you somehow knew to be *WRONG* forcing themselves into your skull.

>Reality inexplicably snaps sideways, throwing the Ride beyond stern trees surrounding the station wagon scowl at it's occupants, not a single one willing to delay the inevitable as each of the Operators inside now become horrifically aware of the worst possible circumstance:
>They had been caught in one of the cursed Scars of the Moors.

>Breaching through twisted, maddening layers of black and gray, the Ride stops, utterly dead.
>Abandoning map and compass, Caliya snaps his head back, eyes widening in primal hatred as a primal morass of consolidated human fears takes shape before the vehicle.
"...WHAT DID YOU FUCKING DO KRAUT!?"

[1d20] <Greater Scars Horror

>Even as the unspeakable abomination stops to glare down upon the strange thing, leather, plastic, and steel twists upwards inside the Ride's interior, warping into cruel spikes and stabbing at all inside, howls and screams of monstrous delight echoing throughout and outside the cab.
[1d6+4] <Slavebound Rending
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[1d6+8] <Slavebound Horror

>>27945779

"Okay, okay."
>His open hands shake back and forth in an attempted disarming motion.
>Hmm... Yep.
>It was getting hard to breathe.

"As you insist, Ashen One."
>He attempted to speak calmly and keep his cool.
>It worked.
>A little.
>His voice did wobble a bit as his lungs fought against the tightness around his chest.
>His steps bring him back to the man he'd bumped into mere moments before.

"Yeah 'scuse me I'll be going."
>His hand moved to the sling of his rifle to tug at it and roll his shoulder, pulling it up more comfortably.
"I've got ahh, things to do."

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>>27945779
>>27965241
>"Huh, fangs. Weird."
>Zhun does realize he is in the doorway since he stopped that man
>Probably should get his name
>But Zhun is handling that sudden surge of fear
>Looking at the other person, he looks like he's having trouble
>Zhun steps off to the side with him as a sign of good faith
>He got the base into this anyway
"I'm not exactly blocking your path. I'll let you pass if you want. But I do want to say something as a consideration."
>"Deep breath. If this doesn't work, I tried to help but ultimately, this is that man's fault. I wonder how much this is in futility..."
>Zhun even moves a ways out of the doorframe as a gesture of good faith
"Now, I may have not been active among the other people of this base but I know about the relatively strained relations between us and Canterlot. One that goes way back apparently. But, if you can, don't damn this base for this one man's actions. But as for him, go for it. Just know not all of us have such a view on that topic."
>"The stories back home...just glad they just stuck me with a big gun and that's it."
>Zhun just watches as the man walks away
"Yeah, go for it. See ya later."

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>>27965217

>>27964054
"I won't let her. She did no wrong."
>The fact that he calls that into question is annoying.
>A failure I might be, but cold, a coward and negligent I am not...at least not to her.
>But of course, I don't blame him for thinking that.
>And soon, the uncomfortable silence returns.

>Unknown Lands, Main Dig Site, Healer Centre: Cu'Nir


>>27967483
>As you lay there in the nestbed you felt your body relaxing into its place despite your current mindset, and eventually against your will you drifted into a small nap.
>...

>You awake at the feeling of something invading your personal space, nearly jumping out of the bed you are calmed down by a familiar grey claw placed on your shoulder to still you.
>Cu'Nir sat by your side, the whites of her golden eyes red with damp tear streaks running down her avian face outlining her beak.
"..Hey there. You veren't asleep for that long in case you vere vondering, but Blackbeak has already left."

...

>Cairn Wharf: West Pier

>>27908401

>Lifting the bottle up in your direction, not quite a salute, yet not a dismissal either, Sweet turns back to the bar, sitting forwards languidly.

>Strolling back out to the center of the west side trading hub, the Wharf's noise level was back to normal, whatever normal meant here.
>Watching the crowds of fliers disperse off the pier towards the translocation matrice, you note most of them appeared quite happily about what you'd been missing out on, leaving a single mare alone in the middle of the wharf.

>Quite possibly the stockiest clan pegasus you'd seen yet, clutched between her wings was a newly fashioned and most likely expensive steel net, one which contained the same bright green squid you'd seen earlier.
>Between the royal sea blue coat and dull aquamarine mane, she bore more than a passing resemblance to Twisted Wing, albeit shorter and presumably less loud.

I'm not entire sure how I am supposed to join.

I already created the character (though I don't know what the instructions meant by 'sensible loadout'), read the rules, and checked the IRC, but I don't know where to go from there.

>>27971476
>Raises my eyebrow and shrugs.
"Huh.. 10,000 for that thing?"
>Doesn't seem like that big of a fucking deal, but knowing ponies...
>Since it's not in the water this time, I might as well get a bit of a closer look at it.
[1d6] >E. Perception
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>>27973510
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>>27964971
>>27965217
>Well shit, guess I should have handed someone the map earlier, at least the wild ride leaves obvious tracks.
>Kraut was about to respond to Caliya and his complaining about map illiteracy as shit goes to fuck knows what.
"EY! I DIDN'T DO SHIT BUT DRIVE BUT THE WORLD FELT LIKE EATING ME! Now help me figure out how to get back."
>As Kraut undoes his seatbelt just before the ride itself forms spikes and stabby shit.
"What the- FUCK WHAT IS HAPPENING HACK THESE WANNABE TENTACLE SPIKES APART NOW!"
[1d6+2]E. Leadership (Melee)
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>At this moment, Kraut forgets about his tendency to think and acknowledges a few things, he's big, strong, and experienced while pretty much no one else is.
>Kraut draws his spellslinger and takes aim at whatever the biggest group of stabby bits, slashing or knocking his way through whatever's trying to stab through him in the process, firing an acid bolt before things can get really fucked up.
[1d6+3]E. Speed
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[1d6+2]Combined Arms: B. Melee (Parry)
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[1d6+5]MoMC
[1d6+4]Combined Arms: E. Small Arms
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[1d6+6]MoMC
>Kraut then opens the door and exits the ride, doing whatever thing is done to activate the orphan's beads so he can continue unimpeded by fear.
[1d2]Mystic Calm

>>27965217
>Motherfucker ran into a log.
>God damnit.
>Shaking my head, I look around before gripping my mosin, hoping nothing bad happens.
>Aand the vehicle's trying to kill me.
"GODDAMNIT!"
>>27974856
>Stabbing these things with my bayonet is impossible and I don't think I have the time to pull it off...
>Grunting, I start slamming the butt of my rifle into whatever attempts to lewdly stab me.
[1d6] >B. Melee
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>>27964436

>Around the time I find the on button, the ride crashes through something.
>I look at the driver and don my best shit-eating grin.
"Yeah? Where were your eyes?

>>27964971
>>27965217

>Finally noticing the yelling pony, I remember the map and compass in my chest pocket.
"Lost? Hang on..."
>As my hand touches the map to bring it out, I look in front of the car.
>"Wish I hadn't found the night vision button."
>Spikes.
>"Not good!"
>"Nowhere to move!"
>"Seat belt has me trapped!"
>"Shit! I need to be anywhere but here!"
[1d6+3] <B. Speed
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[1d6] <Phased Assault
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>Suddenly, I'm standing outside the passenger door.
>Everything is grayscale, mostly white.
>I still see Ugly in front of the car, the pony in the back seat, and everyone's stuff.
>"Have to help!"
>I throw open the door, draw my FiveSeveN and kukri.
>I fire my pistol at the spikes coming for Novus, the swipe at them with my kukri.
[1d6+3] <B. Small Arms + Point Blank
[1d6+3]
f1d6+3] <B. Movement (Block)
[1d6+3]
>Meanwhile, I am aware of the scary thing in front of the vehicle.
>"Don't let him get to you, he's just never seen such a handsome man before."
[1d6] <U. Iron Will

>>27976192
rerolling because i fucked up.

[1d6+1] <B. Melee (Parry)
[1d6+1]
[1d6+2] <Close Range

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>>27965217
>>27964971

>Novus yells back at Caliya
"GIVE ME A SECOND I'VE DELT WITH MAPS BEFORE GODDAMN IT JUST HOLD YOUR HORSES!"
>Novus is about to crouch back down when he sees the wild creatures around them running away.
>And they were driving right towards it.
>Oh.
>God.
>Why.
>Why is Kraut driving to the thing.
>Kraut why.
>Then Novus sees what they have arrived at.
"Oh. Good thing I lost my sanity years ago."
>Ohh it's coming through the bottom of the vehicle.
>Time to go through the top.
>He reaches down and grabs the Junk Launcher at his ankles and then climbs up through the top, it aint worth trying to fight this thing with the MG while it's trying to give my ass a demonic incursion.
"I DO NOT FEAR YOU!"
>Novus draws upon himslef, remembering something.
>His ability.
>He draws up his kirss vector.
>And fires.

[1d6+2] E. Small Arms
[1d6+2]
[1d6+2]
[1d6+2] SOULPIERCE
[1d6+2] B. Movement
[1d6+2]

>>27977796

[1d2] <Target

>Post #1/2: Into A Scar of the Crag Moors, THE WILD RIDE: ALTERNATE BOSS ENGAGED!

>LEADERSHIP: +2 to all Movement & Perception rolls!

> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6rwxG9niQZM

>>27974856

"ONE MONTH'S VACATION-"
>Snarling something else that wasn't clear while biting onto the kukri's handle, Caliya springs up to stand, smacking his head on the roof and frenziedly smashing his hooves into the worrisome seat protrusions trying to give him a CLEARLY unwanted rectal examination.
[1d6+4] <Resist Damage
[1dd+3] <B.Fearless
[1dd+3]
[1d6+7] <E.Rush
[1d6+7]
[1d6+7]
[1d6+8] <M.Assault
[1d6+8]
[1d6+8]
[1d6+8]


>Pulling the Spellslinger's trigger back, you're rewarded by a gout of bubbling green jettisoned into what was only a few seconds ago the Ride's steering wheel, then deflecting the few pointed tentacles coming from the dash aimed at Natilda for good measure, tapping the string of beads fills your soul with.. calm.
>At least, as much calm as could be had while watching the Wild Ride's entire exterior twisting and contorting in a manner befitting something bafflingly living, yet still mechanical.
>Possibly.

>The Wild Ride: 278/300 Armor.


>>27974931

>Barely finding room to raise your Mosin and battering the offendingly phallic spikes back towards the front dash, timely intervention by Kraut's knife-pistol combination deflects the next few momentarily, already sharpening for another unwanted examination.
>Through the rapidly warping station wagon's interior, Caliya's frantic stomping and razor sharp kukri were worrying in their proximity, yet none were worse than the echoing screams ringing around in your skull.
>Natilda: +13 Insanity.

>Post #2/2: Into A Scar of the Crag Moors, THE WILD RIDE: ALTERNATE BOSS ENGAGED!

[1d6+3] <B.Fearless
[1d6+3]

>>27976192

>Akin to nothing you'd experienced so far, the physical sensations of dragging yourself through the Scar into the bright Overdark was best equated to swimming through lukewarm peanut butter.
>Or trying to escape from Split Nails' sleepy hooves.
>Tearing the twisting bluegray blackred door open, you could barely even see the outline of whom you thought was Novus standing up, an angry mechanical scream resonating from the Ride's newfound biomechanical appendages bleeding angry cotton candy from the new tiny holes peppering each resonates in your skull, adding to the cacophony of Eldritch influences squeezing your soul.

>Snakebite: +12 Insanity.


>>27977796

>Unable to tell whether Caliya's snarling was an affirmation or trying to tell you that he passionately hated horses, boosting yourself onto the top of the Ride's fluctuating flesh-metal hull leaves the unfriendly spiky tendrils in the cab feeling quite hurt.

>Ponderously turning to stare down at the tiny little butterflies in it's home, That Which Cannot Be Named either does not respond, or is simply unable to, squinting the eyes facing you in confusion.
[1d6] <Study

>Despite the self-assurance that you didn't feel fear, reality states otherwise as your mind pressurizes as the burst of non-Euclidean copper projectiles spatters across TWCBN, threatening to fracture under the strain of Eldritch forces roughly invading your soul.
>Novus: +13 Insanity.


>Entirely unsatisfied by her beloved occupants resisting her first few sensitive touches, the Wild Ride's appendages begin sprouting twisted rows of spikes, blades, chains, and far less wholesome protrusions from the seats, carpet, glass, and leather, none of which could be deemed sanitary, striking at the motions taking place inside her cavity.
[1d6+5] <Slavebound Rending
[1d6+5]
[1d6+5]
[1d6+5]
[1d6+5]

>>27978315
>>27978377
>FUCK THIS
>FUCK YOU
>FUCK THAT
>FUCK EVERYTHING
>Oh and don't fuck these things, they're really fucking sharp.
>Grunting, I figure that I can't beat these things off forever, especially when more grow out of the fucking interior, so I attempt to open the door to get the fuck out.
>Or, in the case of it not opening easily, kick the door open.
[1d6] >B. Melee
[1d6]
[1d6+2] >U. Movement

>>27978315
>>27978377

[1d20] <The Wild Ride: Resultrace

>>27978315
>>27978377
>>27978512
"YOUR VACATION DOESN'T MATTER RIGHT NOW!"
>'I never thought I'd be attacked by my own wagon.'

>Feeling calmed by the beads and having exited the vehicle, Kraut takes a brief moment to collect himself.
>Or at least he would if Natilda wasn't still in the ride.
>Kraut quickly steps to the rear driver-side door and reaches in, knocking tentacles spikes away from her as she hastily makes her departure.
[1d6+3]E. Speed
[1d6+3]
[1d6+3]
[1d6+3]B. Melee
[1d6+3]
[1d6+4]Close Range/Charge
[1d6+6]MoMC
>Once Natilda is out of the ride, Kraut takes a moment to think about what is happening, the wild ride suddenly becoming some kind of creature that seems to want to poke at stuff.
>He then gets a stupid idea and walks over to the front of the ride, equipping his shield and putting his hand on the hood before attempting to talk to his car.
"Uh, hey girl; I see you're enjoying your first tastes of freedom. I mean, it's great that you can do so much more now than I thought you ever could on your own! But do you think you could tone down the spiky death tentacles? Our bodies aren't quite tough enough to stand that, which is why I had to do what I did to keep my friends alive; I'd hate to lose you and our bond now that we can realize it on a previously unthinkable level. Think you could do that for me?"
[1d6+2]E. Speech
[1d6+2]
[1d6+2]
[1d6+2]MoMC?
>Of all the times Kraut's connection to his creations has made a difference, this is perhaps the most personal and the most far-fetched.

>>27978315
>>27978377

>"He's just looking."
>"He must like what he sees."
>"Just glad he hasn't smashed us."

>>27977796
>>27978512

>"Good, almost everyone's out."
>Now that I have the smallest second to think, i flip on the laser sight on my pistol.
>"So you're a screamer huh? Let's hear a little more of that!"
>I fire my fiveseven at the spikes and phallic symbols attacking the pony in the back seat.
[1d6+5] <B. Small Arms + Point Blank
[1d6+5]
[1d6] <U. Iron Will

>>27979603

>"He's... talking to it."
>"I guess that makes sense. if it's alive maybe it can understand. Besides, I bet he's had this car a long time, probably pretty attached to it.
>"Makes as much sense as the rest of this shit."
>I don't put my weapons away, but I do lower them a bit, to seem less threatening.
>I also back away a few feet.

>>27978377
>>27978315

>Well then.
>Novus turns around, not looking at /it/.
"Changed my mind, I'm a little afraid of it. Shooting it didnt do shit. Kinda looks confused as to why we are here honestly."
>NITIATEALLPROTOCOLSNUKETHESITEFROMORBIT
>[REDACTED][REDACTED[REDACTED]
>Novus stands up and takes his vector, covering, or at least attempting to cover Caliya from an unwanted rectal exam.
"CALIYA I WILL COVER YOU!"
>He begins shooting down inside at the tentacles attempting to give free prostate exams.
>... And everything else Kraut's machine will try to kill us with now!
"Hopefully we both survive long enough for a vacation OUT OF THIS ACCURSED PLACE!"
>All I ask for is to leave this place Gods please help me.

>>27979603

>He looks up at Kraut and sees him talking to the car.
>What.
>Maybe it's not the best idea to be on top of this thing anymore?
>Yeah I'll just slide off.

[1d6+2] E. Small Arms
[1d6+2]
[1d6+2]
[1d6] U. Iron Will
[1d6+2] B. Movement
[1d6+2]

>Post #1/2: Into A Scar of the Crag Moors: THE WILD RIDE: ALTERNATE BOSS ENGAGED!

>>27978512

>Brutally beating down one of the angry spikes, or perhaps off, it was becoming more difficult to tell by the second, you manage to kick the rapidly mutating door open and rush out as Kraut stabs the rest back.
>Now at a presumably safer distance, the Ride turns a bright, fiery red, positively enraged by this development, and while it (she?) was still a threat, so too was the swirling, bubbly environment of twisted, impossible colors.
>In fact, it was possible to taste the soprano tone of puce.


>>27979603

>Physically emitting a level of premier earth pony disgust that you could not comprehend it, Caliya's response, involving judicious use of hooves, kukri, and a rock solid skull, leads him to rip through the now truly Wild Ride's back seat, shoulder smashing his way out the rear window and leaving scornful prints about a newfound hatred of machinery in his wake.
>The Wild Ride: 274/300 Armor.

>Freeing Natilda from the future of an extremely awkward talk with Steel Blitz and Aster, the assaulting implements recoil back into their original locations, hardening in response to trauma.
>The Ride's hood halts at your touch, the headlights twisting in an oil-coated-claws-rubbing-chalkboard movement upwards, two thin sheets of metallic flesh forming eyelids, narrowing in chilling vehemence as it.. appears to be thinking, the act itself much too humanlike to be considering strange.

>Post #2/2: Into A Scar of the Crag Moors: Great Works Await!

>>27980634

>Dimly aware of the FN's recoil, the angry copper-jacketed hornets launching themselves down and out the barrel was only slightly worse than the station wagon's non-consentacles bleeding angry red wingnuts, and judging by the angry roiling of it's interior, had not yet completed it's transformation.. ...to what, exactly, you could not know.

>The Wild Ride: 264/300 Armor.


>In the meanwhile, That Which Cannot Be Named lifts a tendril to scratch an irritated, dried out eye-nose, curious as to why it felt.. lonely.
>Snapping the rest of it's eyes closed and pondering the imponderable, all open simultaneously, it's upper appendages reaching down through reality, tearing free a sheet of wax from the Painted Mountains, then a massive piece of bark-coal from a hot dog inhabiting something else's imagination.
>Crouching down, twenty eyes focus in on each of the strange intruders to it's realm, TWCBN sets to work scoring in their primeval likenesses to the backdrop of it's lovely null-garden, paying special attention to the frantic Wild One attempting to keep her occupants from bleeding out.
[1d100] <The Joy of Painting!


>>27980650

>Watching a blur of blackened hooves and steel kukri hurriedly processing his way through the Ride's back seat, you attempt to consider how difficult it would be to construct a blender large enough to dump all unlawfully rapist vehicles in.
>...
>Putting the idea aside, the Vector becomes an angry goose honking cannon shells in your hands, cannon not included, at the pack of sinister eel-squirrels slitherflying their way towards Caliya's long gone but completely unprotected exit-only-contrivance, battering them down into constituent chunks of those infuriating logic games that no one likes.
>The Wild Ride: 256/300 Armor.

>Hopping off the station wagon as it becomes inert, the sound of painting and millions of sheep humming overtakes Caliya frothing lava at the mouth.

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>Post #1/2: THE 85TH GREATEST WORK: FINISHED!

>>27978512
>>27979603
>>27980634
>>27980650
>>27981487
>>27981517

>Pluckily borrowing the technique of realism from It Refuses To Respond To Names, and subsequently starting another war between the Scars, TWCBN stands up, folding many of it's chin-tendrils across each other and pointing a finger-organ towards the scene taking place in it's home, halting time.. ..for a time.
>Examining the work under the auspices of immense luck that it didn't have to steal anything, That Which Cannot Be Named lets it's tendrils judge, all of whom immediately agree that the infinite artwork was fit to hang outside since out there was a nice place to dry.
>Tossing the bark-coal in the opposing direction of the mortals and machine-monster within it's abode, TWCBN lifts it's back tendrils with the care that only a mother abomination could give her child abomination, reaching down to caress the Wild Ride's new, lovingly detailed form in rapture, wondering how the infinitesimally tiny specks would understand of it's creation.
>Aware that it could not keep it's vision silent for more than a milli-eon, That Which Cannot Be Named ejects a platitude of vaporous ethers in the encumbrance of a sigh, raising it's exterior appendages in order to release time in the Scar and allowing what it did best: flow.

>Obliquely considering her new state, as well as the leaking holes in her chest armor, Wild Ride gazes after her creator lumber off to wherever it went, unsure how best to process the transformation from old form to new.
>Eventually lifting her armored pauldrons, Wild turns her head to stare down at the four tiny human humans and the catatonic earth pony, standing up and pointing a finger down at them, shouting in a demandingly obtuse, young woman's tone.
"ALL OF YOU SHUT UP! YOU'RE COMING INSIDE ME AND WE ARE LEAVING!"

>....
>What happened next, none can forget.
>All of it was, however, nothing short of the truest definition of "violation".

>Post #2/2: The Northern Crag Moors: Basal Thunder

>>27981990

>Deep within the psyche of humans lies the fascination of the robot, the cyborg, the android, the truth, scope, and breadth of Artificial Intelligence, as well as other, more simple machines.
>What wasn't fascinating, at least to the unlucky creatures of the Crag Moors sufficiently intelligent to understand it, was the 20 meter tall, metallic bipedal monstrosity that not even their most terrible nightmares could have composed.

>Partly ignoring the enraged, humiliated, dumbfounded, and disgusted complaints of her four conscious human passengers, though keeping track of their vital signs nonetheless, Wild Ride's legs continue their heartless stomping north, towards the enraging sounds of battle that she wasn't privy to.
[1d6+10] <Nuclear Sprint
[1d6+10]
[1d6+10]
[1d6+10]

>Electronically grimacing as the humans inside her cavities finally reaching Annoyance Level 2, Wild makes an effort not to overwhelm her occupants, shouting in the most accusing tone she could manage.
"PIPE DOWN IN THERE YOU BASTARDS OR ELSE I'M GOING TO THROW YOU ALL OUT TO WALK HOME! NOW TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK WE'RE DOING WHERE ARE WE GOING AND WHY DO I FEEL THE NEED TO PUNCH EVERYTHING IN IT'S THROAT?!"

>>27981990
mechafu sighted

>>27968177
>Looks like I somehow let myself fall asleep.
>Even now, I continue to disappoint myself.
>I try to look Cu'Nir in the eyes as I reply, but I can't bring myself to do it.
"I don't blame him for not wanting to stick around."

>>27981487
>>27981517
>Thank god, I'm out of that fucking thing.
>Though I wonder what the fuck this guy thinks he's doing, talking to it.
>>27981990
>>27982035
>Did... Did it talk to us?
>And it stuffed us into it.
>I don't want to talk about it.
"I don't know where the fuck we're doing! I was kidnapped and forced to go along!"
>More or less. I technically agreed on this.

Test bump

...

>Unknown Lands, Main Dig Site, Healer Centre: Cu'Nir


>>27983403
"I didn't see him go, all I heard from him vas he needed to leave. I think he's addressing vhat has happened to the whole town."
>Her voice was low and empty of purrs, emotional wavers replacing them in their stead.
"And I also heard of him talking about Ri'Vahz...even if ve vanted to she vould not allow us to go anyvhere else until ve still our guts to her."
>Not caring if you did could not look into her eyes, the Huntsmaster lowered her head down against your shoulder, the scrap of metal on the floor telling of her wings hanging low on her sides.
"..Ve vill need to be strong."

>OPERATION: Escaped a Scar.. Freed? ..sure, why not!
>Kraut, Natilda, Novus, and Snakebite gain: +1XP.

>Wild Ride Additional Stats:

[1d6] <Hardened DR
[1d100+20] <Boosted Armor, Rounded Up To #0

[1d6] <Arcanum Sensor Suite Capabilities
[1d6] <Scars Defenses: Eldritch

Date: 4 374 987.M41
Scriptor: Inquisitor Valen Ordo Malleus
Subject: Strange warp activity during the Ork invasion of Lazulus III

*DATA CORRUPTED*

*RECOVERING DATA*

*DATA RECOVERED*

*DISPLAYING*

Stormtrooper Chisan Nas was a graduate of the Schola Progenium based off on the planet of Spectre VI, a world mostly covered with forests. According to records, he was considered unremarkable for a stormtrooper, did well enough in training to not be discharged, however-

* DATA CORRUPTED*

His first deployment was the defense of the Imperial world of Lazulus III from an Ork invasion fleet. There his squad took part in numerous operations against the Ork threat, being instrumental in breaking the backs of several Ork pushes.

However after a brutal battle in defense of a city, the attacking Orks ceased their attacks. Their hesitance were made apparent when the skies began to darken, as Roks began to rain into the city enmass. The city fell soon after that.

Surviving eye witnesses reported one of the Roks landed directly on Nas and his squad, reacting too late to the sudden orbital landing. An older Imperial Guard veteran was overheard commenting to his Commissar: 'Looks like he got DeffRok'd, sir.'

Witnesses are unable to verify if the Commissar will recover.

*DATA CORRUPTED*

THIS CASE HAS BEEN CLOSED ON THE ORDERS OF THE ORDO MALLEUS

>Everfree Forest


>>27986329
>You awake from a throbbing pain pulsing from your aching head to the rest of your sore body, pins and needles following suit immobilizing you for a short discomforting time.
>After the ordeal is over you crawl back up onto your feet where vertigo found you next, and almost flooring you if it were not for the supportive trunk of a giant tree.
>Wait.
>Recovering from this slight you check your surroundings to see where you and your squadmates are.
>Only to find you were alone.
>And in a forest.
>The area was comprised of massive sequoias that reach up into a pitch black canopy, the bases of these giants shrouded in a thick carpet of thrushes, bushes, spry softwoods and blooming bio-luminescence flowers that went on as far as you could perceive.
>Odd alien wildlife noises were dampened either by distance, nothing like you have heard before.

>This place strangely reminded you of home, which provided some comfort.

>>27986912
>I quietly pray for the God-Emperor to protect my soul, as I slowly inspected my surroundings after picking myself up off the tree trunk.

Something is wrong here, because I am pretty sure that I was not in the forest before now. I check the area for any trails or signs of movement. I cannot let my guard down despite the comforting feeling.

[1d6] <B.Perception
[1d6+2] <Thermal

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>Everfree Forest


>>27987044
>The machine spirit of your thermals were not pleased with you apparently, so when you turned them on to survey your lush surroundings lit up display stung your eyes.
>Blinking the pain away you eventually get to look through your augmented vision and find there are no trails in the undergrowth, no signs of nearby movement nor implications you were dumped here.
>You do see however fast moving specks of heat flying through the airspace between the trees.
>Must be some sort of avian life.

>In the sea of purple and blues you catch sight of billowing green off in the distance, the source obscured by thick flora.

>>27981487
>>27981517
>>27981990
>>27982035
>'God damnit Caliya, doors exist for a reason.'

>Kraut stares at the ride's face as it thinks, waiting for its response.
>The response he gets though is further warping and shapeshifting and shit, so he simply waits it out before remembering that other people could probably use the orphan beads too.
>Since she appeared the worst for wear, Kraut walks up to and attempts to give her the beads, getting halted halfway by time stopping.
"Hey Natilda, take these; they'll make you feel better about what's going on, or rat-"
>As time goes back to normal, Kraut finishes placing the beads around Natilda's neck, not noticing the wild ride's finished form until afterwards.
"-her they'll just keep you calm in general... HOLY SHIT MY CAR'S A ROBOT NOW THIS IS AWESOME!"
>Kraut stares at what was once an old, beat up station wagon with the kind of excitement of a small puppy whose owner just returned from the store.
>At least until it starts yelling at him.
"Sounds like a plan to me! Let's git!"
1/2

>>27987407
>Once Kraut gets settled in the new Wild Ride's cockpit, he VERY QUICKLY becomes unsettled by some unwanted actions taken by a tentacle.
"WOAH WOAH HEY NO WOAH HEY THIS IS NOT WHAT I WANT GET OUT OF ME NOW..."
>The surprised, violated, and would be angry redneck continues until the initial shock is over and he goes to just being a violated redneck being yelled at.
"Alright! Our goal is to find and rescue Vanil who got lost here! Right now some big motherfucker is lumbering towards his last signal and we currently want to stop it from getting there! And I don't know why you want to throat punch everything, but I can think of one thing that SHOULD be throat punched! Also, we are DEFINITELY talking about your attempts to penetrate us without permission once we're done because I REALLY DON'T APPRECIATE HAVING THINGS SHOVED IN ME WITHOUT MY PERMISSION!"
>Satisfied with his attempt to get his point across, Kraut decides to go back to attempting to motivate everyone else to be gudder.
"Ok everyone, as much as the Wild Ride, or just Wild I guess since she's not really a ride any more, can do more now she'll still need us to pitch in once we get to the fight, so may your shots land true and have great effect! We have a big old monster to take down and a scout to save!"
[1d6+2]E. Leadership (Ranged)
[1d6+2]
[1d6+2]
>Hoping that he didn't fall flat on his attempt at words, Kraut looks out for anything worth noting since he can't do much else with Wild maintaining control of herself.
[1d6]E. Perception
[1d6+3]Adv. NVG
[1d6+3]Adv. Thermal

>>27987317
I check the direction of the rising smoke with my compass before heading off in the direction.

Hopefully, they are survivors that I can link up with.

[1d6] <B.Movement
[1d6]

>As the immediate area around me was clear of hostiles, I activated my vox caster to record and repeat my current message.

"To any surviving Imperial Forces in the area, this is Chisan Nas of Temepstus Scions 512th Spectre Regiment. I am currently broadcasting on all Imperial Guard frequencies. Contact me on frequency 457.1 and we will regroup. This message will repeat."

>My message complete and the vox caster set to repeat, I nodded in satisfication before resuming my journey to the billowing smoke.

>I wonder if it is night or day right now?

>>27981487
>>27981517

>"Nice fellow, apparently."
>I strike a pose and smile for the camera, so to speak.

>>27981990
>>27982035

>"He's talking to the car, and the car's talking back."
>"And the car looks awesome."
>"What is this magical land of infinite possibilities?"
>...
>.........
"WOAH! HEY! Stop that!"
>I lash out wildly, hitting whatever I can around me since it's all the same 'creature?'.
"Get those tentacles out of here, I'm not into that, baby.!
"Uhhhh, we came in from behind where we are, I think."
"I don't know about you, but what I've been doing here is trying not to get penetrated."
"Sorry I shot you by the way."
>Realizing I'm still holding my weapons, I turn off my laser sight and put them away.
"My name's Snakebite."

>>27987407
>>27987421

"Not gonna lie Boss, this is pretty cool."
"Some parts of it more than others."
"All right Wild, just get me close enough to shoot this thing and he's done for!"
[1d6] <U. Iron Will

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>Everfree Forest


>>27987453
>>27988757
>As you messed with your vox, you heard some strange noises undulating through the different frequencies.
>Unsure what they were and what they were doing, you left your repeating signal on.

>Your upbringing on a forested planet gave you an innate advantage in traversing dense confusing terrain, leaving every step you took closer to the green haze unhindered, booted feet always finding the right spot between intertwining thickets.

>Hiking through this perpetually dark forest you could not see any hole in the canopy, this predicament robbing any sense of a solar cycle of this place, almost reminiscent of the ships that ferried you across the void.
>Eventually reaching a point you saw what was causing the heat column; on a small fallen tree a dozen metres away was a massive churning mass of orange and yellows, Thermals showing the surrounding bark of the dead softwood heated to a mild green by radiating warmth.
>The sound of wood popping and splintering was accompanied by the stench of fire, all coming from the broiling blob.

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Here, have a gun within a gun

>>27985343
"Of course not."
>That doesn't need saying, either.
"Strong? All that comes into this is biting the bullet and taking responsibility."
>Being "strong" won't do any favours.
"Strong makes it sound like I'm going to try and stand my ground or something. I'm not that stupid."

>>27990422
>I check my weapons and harness before I begin to inspect the area around the burning tree. How did it got set on fire? Was there a lightning strike or was it due to energy weapons?

[1d6] <B.Perception
[1d6]

>Afterwards I attempt to check the strange noises I heard through the different frequencies to see if I can find any that I can understand. If not, I attempt to figure out the direction of the strongest sources and travel towards it.
[1d6] <B.Tech-Engineering
[1d6]

>>27991347
>Unknown Lands, Main Dig Site, Healer Centre: Cu'Nir

"I know you're not."
>Sighing in resignation, Cu'Nir stewed in heavy silence as she tried to think.
"I vant to say something, anything...but it all feels like history is repeating itself to me-"
>A creak from the back door broke the personal moment, your mate not budging as Sláint wondered in groaning with fatigue, eyes rolling from side to side to inspect the Ward before landing on yourself and the Huntsmaster.
"You two are awake I see, I think its safe to say the Shadow Wing will survive but, um, do you want the good or bad news first?"


>>27991498
>Everfree Forest

>Your weapons appeared fine and functional with trusty harness still sturdy as ever, no equipment was missing from your person.
>In fact, checking yourself you see that the twilight atmosphere complimented your armour.
>Thank the Emperor.

>On closer inspection you find that the anomaly on the fallen tree is comprised of hundreds of small slug like creatures, each individual animal giving off subdued yellow in your thermal vision.
>They appeared to be feeding from the tree, their pulsating nest searing past the bark and into the helpless truck itself.

>Praying to the Machine Spirit before fiddling with the Vox afforded you some luck after several minutes of searching through the channels.
>While you could not understand the noises being heard (though they did sound like Servitors or Techpriests communicating with each other in that strange numerical language they employ) you were able to find the strongest, or rather the closet source.
>Turning in a circle to see which direction to go, the frequency spiked, indicating for you to move southwest.

...

>>27992147
"You aren't alone. For all my talk of "learning my lesson" and being properly fearful of death, I let this happen all over again."
>I don't know if I've ever fully explained the circumstances of my death before.
>Either way, despite all the good that coming to Tallus has done for me, I still curse myself for playing into Shepherd's hands.
>Noise from the back breaks the short-lived silence, and there's news to be heard.
>Calling it good news would be overstating it.
"Bad news, I'm getting used to it at this point."

>>27992147
> I inspect the slugs and check my preysight to see just how hot the slugs are, whether they are actually hot or if they are only relatively. I note this on my journal, trying to draw an accurate picture before readying my weapon and moving towards the southwest at best possible speed.

[1d6] <B.Movement
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>>27981487
>>27981517
>>27981990

>[REDACTED]
>[REDACTED]
>[REDACTED]
"WHY TENTACLES OH PLEASE NO STOP!"
>This reminded the man of [REDACTED]
"SOME THINGS WERE NOT MEANT TO BE LIKE THIS! AND THESE THINGS SHOULDN'T VIOLATE THEIR OCCUPANTS!"
>THE RIDE HAS BECOME A EUCLID CLASS ENTITY.
>AND IT'S VIOLATING US.
"PLEASE STOP THE RAPE TENTACLES PLEASE NO!"
>The man continues to squirm.
>As other things continue to squirm.
"Oh, I'm Novus by the way Wild Ride. We were supposed to find your father's coltfriend."

[1d6] U. Iron Will

>>27993058
>Unknown Lands, Main Dig Site, Healer Centre: Cu'Nir

>Nodding her light coloured head, Sláint sauntered away from the back rooms door.
>Through the portal you saw that the rest of the Healers were cleaning the place up, using claw mops to absorb splattered fluids across the floor.
"We could not save the rags, and were forced to throw them away due to whatever vile energies they absorbed from being down underground for so long. Once we removed them from the Gryphoness however, she began violently thrashing out. More so than a patient in her condition, luckily she did not harm anyone. After that and sealing all the holes up again, we found ourselves with a emaciated catbird that can barely breath."
>Eyes closed shut tightly, Cu'Nirs expression reflected how well she received this slew of 'bad news'.
"And vhat is the good news then, that she is alive?"
"Yes actually, she is alive and given extensive care she will be in proper physical condition in around a month."
"Not mentally though...."
"That we do not know, we will have to wait and see."


>>27993418
>Everfree Forest

>You scanned with your preysight, seeing if the slugs were indeed hot.
>Scanning...
>Investigating..
>Analyzing.
>...
>Yup, they're fucking hot alright.
>You figured that holding a couple of those slugs on your unprotected hand would cause 1st degree burns.
>Ouch.

>Due to the aforementioned experience you were able to jog through the clusterfuck of the ever expanded overgrown undergrowth of the massive forest, gnarly bushes and large thrushes whip past as you built up a sweat moving at unhindered speed.
>After twenty minutes of going in a direct line you catch sight to moving thermal signatures up ahead, they appearing to not having noticed you running towards them yet.

[1d2] >2

>>27994559
>Going prone to reduce my profile, I began to observe the thermal signatures ahead, as well as attempt to estimate my distance to them. Just as a precaution, I activate my auspex to keep track of them as well as to prevent any nasty surprises from sneaking up on me.

>I also ready my hotshot lasrifle just in case the thermal signatures are hostile.
[1d6] <B.Perception
[1d6+1] <Thermal
[1d6+1] <PQ Auspex

>Everfree Forest


>>27994980
>Lowering your profile to prevent potential enemies from catching sight of you is basic training 101, however this did mean you were now submerged within the undergrowth.
>Plants, weeds, flowers, vines, thorns and innumerable bugs all cushioned your body, acting like a mattress between you and the dirt of the earth.
>The moving thermal signatures were obscured by the surrounding bushes, thankfully your Auspex were able to keep track of them.
>They appeared to be several in number, all moving methodically slow through the forest floor, the sound of plants being disturbed prevalent among them.

>Nothing appeared to be approaching your location, apart from bird life flying through the air there was only you and the signatures up ahead.

>Watching from its elevated perch, an outline of a feline stretches out across the thick branch to get comfy, lazily gazing down below at the Otherworlder.

>>27995259
>I check my vox caster to make sure that I am still traveling towards the direction of the frequency, before rising to a crouched position and moving around the thermal signatures to avoid their attention and resume my journey. I keep track of them using my Preysight and Auspex.

>I still maintain my lasrifle as insurance.

>When/If I managed to get around them and to a far enough distance, I attempt to draw them in my journal for later identification before going on my way.

[1d6] <B.Perception
[1d6+1] <Preysight(Thermal)

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[1d6] <U. Stealth

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..

>>27994559
>All that "bad news" is better than I expected.
>She's still alive, by some miracle.
>Even if she's barely alive, she's alive. Even if it'll take time for her to recover.
>Physically, anyway.
"That's better than the precedent I've set already."

>>27995775
>Everfree Forest

>Raising your head slightly was enough for your line of sight to crest the uneven undergrowth hedges, it taxed your body to be in such an awkward position but it was better than being out in the open.
>The creatures were a herd of prey animals judging by their grazing on plant life, sinewy musculature with thin quadruped legs and off putting beady eyes that were placed on the side of their horned skulls.

>Midway through observing the herbivores a faint feeling of being submerged washed over you, an alien sensation which startled and almost brought you back down to the mud.
>Inspecting yourself you could not find anything that would of prompted such a crawling sensation, though you could not tell, but you think the noises you made were somehow..subdued.

>Despite the deep thickets you think you did an accurate enough sketch of the herd before moving around them, Auspex guiding you in the signals static direction.
>Thanks to past experiences traversing a berth around the feeding herd went without any sound to alert the creatures, so when the snapping of fallen branches struck through the silent ambiance several metres away, you paused.
>Along with the herd.
>A thunderous predatory roar fueled by primal hunger filled the forest atmosphere, sending the prey animals running in all direction away from the oncoming ambusher.

[1d6+4] >Movement
[1d6+4]
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Prey#1
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Prey#2
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Prey#3
[1d6+3] >Frightened Flight

Prey#4
[1d6+3] >Frightened Flight

Prey#5
[1d6+3] >Frightened Flight

>This ambushing beast caught your Auspex off guard momentarily, but you didn't need the device to know it wasn't near you, yet.


>>27999082
>Unknown Lands, Main Dig Site, Healer Centre: Cu'Nir

"Better than what we were all expecting, she is a fighter."
>You heard pride in Sláint as she said that.
"She is a Shadow Ving."
"Was one, I cannot foresee her returning to such a title soon."

>>27999082
>>27999143

"Vhen can ve leave?"
>Clicking her talons on the ward floor in thought, Sláints' medically trained eyes surveyed the occupied nestbeds one by one until they fell onto you and Cu'Nir.
"Now if you must, I would advice against it however. You both are still wounded."

>>27999143
>>28000069
>Sure, she's barely alive, but that doesn't go for the others.
"If ever. She's the only one left - what good is a title like that any more?"

>I want to get this over and done with as soon as possible.
>But there's no way I'm going to let myself even think about going against any advice.
>That, and I expect far from a warm welcome.
>Going in this state is asking for something bad to happen.
"No argument from me."

>Unknown Lands, Main Dig Site, Healer Centre: Cu'Nir


>>28000399
"Sounded as such by the way Enforcer Blackbeak reacted when he saw the state her body is in."
>You felt Cu'Nirs ears flick at that.

"I vant to get on vith this and go for the Hunt, I don't care vhat everyone else vill think of me vhen I suddenly leave...Though-"
>Shimming away from your side so she had room to look at you fully, Cu'Nirs expression weakened to a mournful one.
"-Vhat vill you think of me, do you even still vant to go?"

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>>27999143
>Listening to the food chain at work, I kept my eye on the predator with my weapon aimed at it, before I began to slowly sneak away from it and towards the signal.

[1d6] <B.Perception
[1d6+1] <Thermal

[1d6] <Unskilled Stealth

[1d6] <B.Movement
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>I use my auspex in an attempt to determine how far away the signal is.
[1d6+1] PQ Auspex

>>28001192
>Cu'Nir seems to react to that statement with some kind of surprise.
>I, on the other hand, am not so taken aback.
>Her direct question does take me off-guard, though.
>Partially because of how unexpected it is, and partially because of the fact that it almost sounds like she's questioning my regard for her.
"I won't think any less of you. But if you plan on speaking to Ri'Vahz, I don't want you to do it alone - I need to be there. This was my doing, my cock-up and I need to make that clear."

>>28002312
>Everfree Forest

>Keeping a low profile, you crouch walked away with trusty Hotshot Lasrifle aimed squarely at the broad toothy predator as one of its chasing limbs lashed out at one of the two slowest prey animals, sharp claws tearing open deep bloody gashes across the flank and hindlegs preventing it from escaping a sudden end inside a gnashing maw.

>Again the feeling of submerging into an element heavier than air overtook you, however this time you clearly saw your body and equipment disappearing from sight except for vague outlines of your extremities and gun.
>In the Emperors' name what warp sorcery is this?!

>By the time you deemed it safe to turn around and book it for the signal the wet gnawing of beast feasting on beast was a distant memory, replaced by the Auspex pinging to show the source was beyond its range, just that you needed to keep moving southwest.


>>28002469
>Unknown Lands, Main Dig Site, Healer Centre: Cu'Nir

>Cu'Nir held her breath, withered features motionless as she listened.
>Each word that came out of your mouth rejuvenated her, and by the time you were done her eyes were misty, threatening to let tears flow again.
>Taking you into a hug, she wrapped her forelegs across your shoulders, feathered head cradling against your neck as she whispered peacefully.
"Thank you Simon."

>Now in particularly awkward situation, Sláint whistled to herself as she trotted away from the scene, heading for the Centres exit.
>"Never seen her like that before."

>>28002992
I continue to move towards the signal at best possible speed.

>>28002992
> I mentally list out all the equipment I have on my person in an attempt to remember if I have any such power camo device.

>I test out the strange phenomenon cautiously picking up a small item from the forest floor to see if it disappears along with my body, and then drop it to see if it reappears.

>I will continue to move towards the southwest towards the signal at best possible speed, while keeping eye on any ambushes.

[1d6] <B.Movement
[1d6]

[1d6] <B.Perception
[1d6+1]<Thermal

>I also retune my voxcaster to see if there are any changes in any strong sources, as well as to make sure that the message I have set to repeat is still playing. In addition, I attempt to use the voxcaster and my different location to triangulate the distance the source is from myself.

[1d6] <B.EOW
[1d6]

NO.

>?????

>>27965241

>Uncomfortable at the hidden stare continually.. ..staring in your direction, a rather shame filled silence descends as the library is exited.

>Not too high above, a ponybat groans, smacking her nose with both hooves.
"Oh for the love of peaches WE HAVE ENOUGH PROBLEMS WITH CUNTERLOT ALREADY! WHY CAN'T WE JUST BITE ALL THEIR FLANKS OFF!?"


>>27965419

>Noting that, indeed, the young earth pony had fangs, they cease being bared for several moments, the hood lowering in a tired motion as the fucking new guy leaves.
>Leaning heavily towards her left, the mare's head shakes from side to side in careful movements, an angry, half-hollow rumble issuing from her barrel, wincing from the apparnetly painful movement.
"Wh-.. ..no, I care nothing for you.. fiends, barbarians, what your.. depraved species truly are."

>>28005667

>The man sighs as he steps away from the Library, hanging a right to graze along the wall.
>His shoulders held rigid as he walked.
>What the hell kind of simulation was this?
>Cryptic glitchy AI and far too real interactions?
>Maybe actual lore?
>Someone in the Party had fun with this.
>Was making something this inspired without parading the "Glories of the Party" legal?
>Which Ministry would even handle this?
>They still didn't know enough about-

"OH SWEET GUARDIANS OF THE PARTY."

>His whole body jerked as those words ripped him from his thoughts, his arms flinging up to cross afront his torso in a defensive reflex.
>The man scanned his front.
>Turned left.
>He looked back behind himself, at the library door.
>What?
>There's nothing there, but it's still tal-
>His head tilts back while a hand holds his helmet in place.
>Is that a flying horse?
>Were there flying horses before?
>He thought he was imagining things with the wings.
>The man tries to will his eyes to adjust to the darkness faster, so that he could actually SEE the fine details of this flying horse.

[1d6] E.Perception
[1d6]
[1d6]


"What?"
>He paused.
"I mean like I prefer that solution, but what even is a Cunterlot?"

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>>28005667
>Zhun still maintains that straight face
>He evens maintains some semblence of calm
>But he still feels that tinge of anger
"That's...fine. Fiends though? Barbarians? I wouldn't think talking to and holding a POW is enough to lower our standards."
>Zhun is now kind of wondering why she's even here
>And he cringes at the thoughts of wondering what's going to happen when Canterlot knows of this...slander
>"At least I tried. It's not my fault anyhow."
"How much time has gone by since you said your entourage is coming? I'm going to leave you alone. But one more thing. Actually two. Who let you in the base and why are you even here?"
>Afterwards, Zhun goes for the door

>?????

>>28005859

"You mean Bren? She ain't anymore-"
>Focusing into the darkness above, the outline of dull gray beating wings reveals a slim.. possibly normal looking, winged pony, one that felt entirely non-hostile and sounded like a mercenary in her twenties.
"You're out of luck, that dirty minx stopped throwing orgies every night when Lont got her and some bloody new human stallion hitched the first night he showed up, pissed off just about everypony around."
>Stopping in mid-beat, the pegasi's wings fold onto her sides, dropping towards the ground and stopping on a puff of air with barely a sound.
>Tossing her head towards the far right side of the building, the grayish mare takes a step, then glances back to emit a quiet grumble, continuing on a slow walk.
"Let's not chat here though, that.. thing back in there scares the apples outta me. And as for Cunterlot? It's a bunch of giant uptight cunts in one city."


>>28006173

>Head lifting half a foot, the ash blue mare's lips curl back in visible hostility, snapping her teeth together once.
"How is holding a filthy.. murderous psion such as.. that one supposed to.. be a GOOD standard? Your.. kind must enjoy her presence.. enough to not.. execute her as she.. should be dealt with!"
>Motionless for ten seconds, the earth pony rocks backwards in a small movement, her ears flattening under the hood as her tone becomes accusatory once more.
"I suppose that since.. you are delaying me.. so readily to summon more.. of your own, then I.. first stated that.. I would wait two minutes.. for that one to leave.. before removing myself.. from this den of.. insanity. For the rest.. I will not answer.. even should one of.. you fiends tortures.. me for answers."

>>28002992
>Cu'Nir's reaction is far more severe than I had expected.
>Once my brain catches up, I drape my arms around her and gently caress her head.
"Did you really need to ask?"

>She mentioned history repeating itself - perhaps this all reminds her of something that I don't know about.
>Maybe it's what she mentioned a while ago. But there are more important things to be concerned with. I'll ask later.

>Unknown Lands, Main Dig Site, Healer Centre: Cu'Nir


>>28006709
>Purring for the first time since before what happened Cu'Nir stayed in the embrace to enjoy your hands.
"Just vanted to make sure I von't be going alone, I know you vould never abandon me, but I had to say it.."
>Nuzzling deeper into your neck, a sigh escaped her nares.
"I'll explain later. For now ve'll do things one step at a time. Can you walk?"

Dot

>Everfree Forest


>>28003701
>Digging through the thrushes you find a rock, once picking it up you saw it disappeared too, dropping it, it reappeared before thudding against the ground.

>Returning to your run through the forest, you came across an area of weeds that when going through them latched onto your legs.
>With your strength it was easy to break free, but it did slow you down your trek through the forest greatly.

>The Auspex showed the signal source was still out of its range, though observing the direction you were taking you saw hints of a night sky through the spaces between the gigantic trees ahead.

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Have a fatty mclarge huge armour set

>>28007274
"I'm not going to let you take responsibility for my mistakes."
>It seems that I might've been right.
>That has been something I've wanted to know, even though I've had far better things to worry about.
"There's no other way about it. I should be okay."

>Unknown Lands, Main Dig Site, Healer Centre: Cu'Nir


>>28008758
>Giving you a reaffirming squeeze before breaking the hug, the warmness of the embrace was still radiating off your shoulders when she got back onto all fours.
"Vhile you get ready vith gear, I'll go tell the Healers about us in the others ask vhere ve vent vhen they vake up."
>Nodding to herself at the plan, Cu'Nir turned about and sauntered for the back room, a faint limp detectable on her furless side.

>>28009575
"At least that'll only leave them to concentrate their efforts on."
>God knows Spruce needs it.
>I hope he's still here when I get back.
>Immediately contrasting the embrace, a pang of guilt strikes me as I see Cu'Nir head to the back with an imperfect stride while I get suited up.

>>28007982
>Seeing that night was coming, I decided to set up camp in the nearest clearing to me. Before which I made sure to mark the direction of the signal on a nearby tree as well as with a few rocks on the ground.

>I begin by taking out my hatchet and chopping up firewood before starting a fire.

>Before I start the fire, I begin to check the local area for possible animals for me to shoot, clean, cook, and eat.

[1d6] <B.Perception
[1d6+1]<Thermal

[1d6] <Stealth

[1d6] <Unt.Survival

>After or if I catch an animal for eating, I start up my camp fire and start setting up noise traps around my encampment.

[1d6] <B.TechEngineering
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>>28006338
>This one has a thick skull
>Well, thicker than other ponies
>"She's not even going to give me answers? Is she trying to be a security threat?"
>She brings up more questions anyway
>Ones she'll definitely won't answer
"Oh you're going to have to talk to some one or some pony who has been here longer than me to understand why she is here."
>Patience levels: Dropping
>And hers must be too
"Nope. Not getting anyone else unless they stumble in here."
>Zhun goes out back to the fountain and takes a deep breath of air to calm down, muttering to himself
"I have never met someone like that. Just why...where's that Librarian?"
>He sits at the same spot he was and try to figure out where she went by trying to remember where she was running to
[1d6] <Basic Perception
[1d6]
>Zhun also keeps an eye on that Library door

>>28009917
>Unknown Lands, Main Dig Site, Healer Centre: Cu'Nir

>Before donning on your armour you found that the damage done around an hour ago has been mended by the runic magical properties of the brigandine, Sai's reacting like faithful dogs at their masters touch, ethereal and light strands coiling around your metallic wrists.
>Everything else was untouched by the undeads barrage attack, not a scratch on p229 or scuff on the combi-goggles.

>Right as you finish buckling your red suit on Cu'Nir limped out from the back, her beaked face masking distress.
"She underplayed Fuigahs condition..."
>The Huntsmaster muttered as she passed your nestbed towards hers, where she began to ritually put on her own armour.
"Should tell Blackbeak vhere ve are going, and if it means telling him in front of a crowd, so be it."
>>28010306
>Everfree Forest

>Reaching the spot where you could see the night sky through the forests canopy, realization came when the stars above were not the same to the ones back on Lazulus III.
>In fact, the night sky was more of an artists magnum opus with how sheer breath taking it was.

>With the undergrowth cleared of intrusive plant life you gathered kindling and wood for the fire ready at your feet.
>Scanning the surrounding trees brought up a thermal signature of an animal several metres away, quite meaty looking even from this distance.

>The work that went into creating your little camp site erased the whatever warp trickery that was covering your body, which was now in plain view.

>Sadly, merely staring at something did not render it dead, skinned, gutted, quartered and cooked ready to be eaten. Instead you went about putting up noise alarms around your camp in a comfortable enough perimeter.
>Well, tried.
>And failed.
>As soon as you put device to tree bark, they fell to the ground, annoying the Machine Spirit and rendering them useless for a time.

>Amused by the human, the shadowy feline flicked its tail as it watched closely.

>>28006338

"I-"
>He adjusted his helmet as the flying horse landed, gaze following her.
>Did she just drop?
>That didn't seem safe.
"I'll be honest, I've got no idea who you're talking about."
>With her words, he glanced over his once again tensing shoulders as his hand dropped.
>He certainly wouldn't mind being further away from whatever the Ashen One was.
"Ah... Yeah. Let's do that."
>His head turned back as he followed her.
>The man hums quietly at her explanation as he adjusts his rifle sling.
"Oh. Yeah. That makes sense."
>He frowns under his face coverage.
"Canterlot though, now that's where the Party's at. Best place."

>He took a quick look around the grounds as he spoke, casually scanning for possible threats now that he had escaped the Library.
>Not that the thing in front of him was, for certain, not a threat.
>His left hand came up, while his right held Fiddy's sling, thumb indicating back over his shoulder as they walked.
"So was that an oddity, or are most h- ponies like that?"

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>Post #1/2: Late Pepper

>>27957032

>Not entirely understanding what the thin, orange biometallic square's overall purpose was, it's weight was perhaps a pound or so, and upon scanning it's surface indentations you note the double layering sequence of ovals and octagons was broken down by three triangular shapes: standard, right-sided pieces, and left-sided pieces, forming a complex trinary code ringing the borders and interiors of each.
>Thought you didn't know trinary, the vaguely sentence structure was closer to advanced military coding, or some mad pony researchers private notes.

>Pursing your lips, you recall a statement from a retired Rogue Elite, a rather sour batpony stallion by the name of Aether Nap, angrily talking about the appearance of Meadow Breeze, a known collector of Construct hulls and the like, considered an insane hoarder of the numerous components, weapons, and eclectic collection of orange biometallic pieces that nopony could readily understand.
>During Breeze's stay in Las Pegasus ten years prior, quite a few pieces she bought from the auctions matched the appearance of the square held between your feather, and during said stay a short Construct incursion occurred as a result of what Aether called a planar summoning.
>Though few casualties were reported due to the Rogues and their cohorts on alert, only a wingful of senior losses were suffered, two of which were Lucky's family members, and while Meadow Breeze was rumored to have been killed during the assault, you had seen Aether displaying a snapped off unicorn horn as a grim, personal trophy of that day.

>Post #2/2: Late Pepper

>>27957032

"I can speak Common for the most part, but can't read it. How weird is that for an earth pony, even in the Spines?"
>Posing a half-serious smile in return, Late waves a flipper in the air, her demeanor entirely carefree given the circumstances.
"Figures! Leave it up to the moon alicorn to make sure everypony doesn't rip off Razorback just because they're the new bunch around. I wouldn't worry about the Treaty though, we're rather prudish on what we use, too."
>Rolling onto her stomach and staring at you for a quarter minute, the heliconia seal's eyebrows lift, letting out a poorly timed cough to hide an amused giggle, then pauses to frown apologetically.
"I was trying to politely say you could have it, but how about one Fang? Or a Bit? They're worth about the same. As for a book on dragon speak.. that's not something I've ever been asked for. I should be able to get one from the main Dee-Em-Em-Cee headquarters for free, and from what I've been told it's harder to learn than batpony.. which is apparently really hard."
>Flopping back onto the cushion with a relieved exhale, Late Pepper snorts defiantly, rotating the end of her front flippers in annoyed motions.
"The Vortex and it's Remnant creep me out, though I know they're harmless. None of them stopped me from transferring some real goodies lately, including a real piece of history.."
>Trailing off for a bit, Late rolls onto her back, exposing an oh-so-soft-and-rubbably-plush looking stomach, maroon eyes squint at you for a moment, quickly pointing a flipper under the desk, then slowly pats her sides in a gloating, conspiratorial manner.
"If you'd mind, please don't take any of the sealed brown envelopes right there. It would be so very terrible if a free trader such as Miss Naliyna of Razorback was to know what I have for sale.. it'd be such a scandalous crime, don't you think?"

>>28011996
"I'm not surprised."
>I am and have been expecting the worst. This is hardly news to me.
"...Yeah. Best let him know."
>I hesitate to get the words out once she mentions a crowd.

>Unknown Lands, Main Dig Site, Healer Centre: Cu'Nir


>>28014613
>Once finished putting her segmented plate on, a few ruffles of steel pinions and satchel checks later, Cu'Nir beckoned you to follow.
"Suppose the best vay to find Blackbeak is find vhere the loudest noise is coming from."
>Joining her side, a soft purr reverberates from her crest as you both left the Centre together, less reddened eyes searching the sky for a moment before pointing with her beak towards the tower.
"Look, over there."
>Sure enough, at the top of the tower was Blackbeak with a trio of Militia surrounded by a large hovering flock of Gryphons, the squawking noises they made reaching where you stood.

>>28011996
>Seeing that I was stupid enough to find prey but not do anything about killing it, I mope around the camp fire I started with my firestarter and eat some of the rations I have with me.

> I also begin to set up my bedding to sleep for the night, setting my chrono to wake me in 6 hours, and set my auspex to detect moderately sized life signs that move towards my direction.

>Everfree Forest

>>28015517
>It took some coaxing but after a while you drift off to sleep, the sound of distant animals calling out to the wild blurring with the Auspex' Machine Spirits routine beeps being the last thing you register.
>...

>The internal clock ingrained into your mind awakes you from unconsciousness.
>Just another aspect of being a Stormtrooper.
>Clearing the sand from your eyes you check the sky above and see the stars were gone, replaced by deep purple and orange hues.
>Right before the sun was about to crest.
>Examining the surrounding wilderness of your campsite for any signs of trespassers, when none are found you breath a sigh of relief.

[1d2] >2

...

>>28015145
>I had been impressed that Blackbeak was holding up so well, but now it seems certain that it won't last.
>And that's if it hasn't ended already.
>Chalk that up with everything else. Not to mention what'll happen when I get involved.
>My trepidation grows as I look on, slowly vanishing from sight out of shame.
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>>28014567
>>28014570

>She had no definite idea of what this was, but she could make an educated guess.
>Information storage?
>Only if the planar summoning that had occurred were triggered by tampering with the device.
>She'd need to block any signals it might send.
>If it were something that could directly summon Constructs to its location, then tampering with it might be a bad idea.
>Either way, this needed more study, perhaps by someone with a more expert eye than her own.
>If Meadow Breeze still lived, she would go ask her, but she was notoriously cutthroat when it came to Constructs.
>Shame she was dead. Supposedly.

"Just have it? At no cost?! Unacceptable, I'd never forgive myself for accepting your generosity despite your troubles."
>The mare's tone was light and playful, clearly more at ease now.
"Besides, any bits I can offload is less weight to carry for a little mare like me."
>Sunny pondered the price momentarily, perhaps wondering if she could get away with driving the price up.
>What kind of bartering was this that she had to haggle the merchant seal into raising the price?
"Weeell... If I can't convince you to raise the price, I guess."
>Fishing around in her saddleback, Sunny produced two bits, hopefully just to annoy the seal.
>Grinning in a conspiratorial manner, Sunny replaced one of the letters with the two bits, balancing the former on her forehead before reaching a wing up to move it to her saddlepack.
"Just terrible, one wonders how anyone could possibly deviate from the laws set by the powers that be.~"
>Then placing the Construct... Relic?
>Relic.
>Sunny placed the Constrcut Relic in her saddlebags securely and prayed to the Sun that Constructs wouldn't home in on it.
"Pleasent doing business with you Miss Pepper, I honestly hope I get to bring good news back."
>With that, the mare offered a farewell and turned back towards the Teanslocation stone.
>No need for stealth here. She needed to curb some of that paranoia of hers.

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>>28020786

soon

>Unknown Lands, Main Dig Site: Cu'Nir


>>28018196
>It was a welcoming reprieve to feel the Underdark to take you into bosom again, least here it was quiet.
>Noticing you had faded away, Cu'Nir glances at Blackbeaks predicament one last time before plunging herself into the Underdark also.
[1d6+7] M.Stealth
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>Lowering her profile, you climbed onto her back carefully so not to illicit any harm to your mate.
"Got any ideas vhat to say to all of them?"

>The Citadel, Armory Corridor

>>27907721
>>27930741

>Gloves clasping onto the surface, it takes a moment for the enchantment to adjust to the odd material, electric resonances surge into your fingertips and up your arms, draining the last few amps of the Construct's internal cells.
>Reminded of videos on the recreational sport of bowling, you do manage to keep the majority of the biometallic liquid inside the hull, albeit not without leaving spatters of orange after you.


>>27929131
>>27930040

>Barely finding enough room to store the arm and the death gripped weapon, it's exterior components vaguely similar to a those of a magnum SMG, or a larger than 8MM combat rifle.
>Dragging the the flattened Construct's shell proves to be a tiring and annoying task, the well over two hundred pound hull leaving a wake of metal-on-hard-stone along with a small, persistent ringing in both ears, likely heralding that greatest of human enemies: tinnitus.


>>27930466

>Affixing both gauntlets onto the exterior hull, the armored fingers of each crackle with minor bursts of static, ceasing after a few moments while you perform the gallant art of giant bowling ball, reaching the indicated alcove after Clemency, but well before the robotic human.
>A tiny, keking voice snickers into the back of your thoughts that right now would be an excellent time to check and see if Pareidolia himself was a robot.


>The alcove was little more than a half-sphere carved out from the surrounding moonstone, within it's center an adult minotaur height was a moonstone band ringing the floor, the outer edges criss-crossing in on themselves almost as if it were thinking.
>Or, more likely, bored.
>Reacting to the presences of living beings, the gate immediately coalesces upwards, forming into a fuzzy green-gray archway, displaying the outline of what looked to be a clay translocation stone surrounded by a large, dry and upraised section of peat bog.

...

>>28021788
>That's a remarkably stupid question.
"What am I going to say, Cu'Nir?"
>I respond with an admittedly unhelpful rhetorical question.
"I can't bring myself to show my face around them, let alone say anything. Nobody in their right mind would even listen."

>Unknown Lands, Main Dig Site: Cu'Nir


>>28025704
>Shuffling her feathers in thought for a moment, she eventually unfurled her wings to their full length.
"You're right, it vould do more harm then good. They vould probably think ve vere trying to shirk responsibility."
>Grunting with effort, the Huntsmaster hovers into the Underdark air, aligning herself to the hastily constructed translocation runes the Runers made eariler.
"Besides, the Healers vill inform Blackbeak of our intentions."
>Giving one more glance at the howling flock encircling the tower, she flew off for the Vale in quick wing beats.

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>>28023037
>Rollie, rollie, rollie.
>He could make a game out of this.
>Roll the big metal ball and squish the other players with it.
>Maybe someone can fit inside it?
>...
>Jeff looks back at Pare, pushing his own Construct hull close behind.
>'I bet Pare'd fit in it.'
>He'd roll him right into something fun and exciting.
>But he's too tired, and anxious, for something that extravagant right now.

>Finally reaching the alcove, Jeff watches as the archway activates to reveal its drop off destination.
"Well, at least it doesn't look too inhospitable."
>The Nightblade looks at Clemency, expectedly, as he is of course taking point.
"You first Clem, we'll be right behind."
>Jeff prepares to follow Clem, or whoever, right through the portal after them.

>Post #1/2: Glacial Stalliongrad: The Dynasty Marches

>>27916446
>>27916454

>'I will ask MUCH later.. but if I do happen to beat you with a Prench baguette for preventing me from taking a bath and relaxing after four hours of dragging that accursed sled, know that it will be for a good cause.'
>Posing rather miffed stares at the halfway irritated Vanguard thumping north, all ninety Strikers exude concern as they turn towards you, excluding Roust's target that was now leaning more towards aroused after the fright wore off, much to the disgust of every earth pony within thinking distance.
>A quartet of younger, less experienced civil psions carrying a sitting Denra between them clatters up, halting to let him toss you a disgruntled, pain-filled glower.
"To make up for not being able to read Empire News Neightly, I am going to hit on every single mare over thirty, and you are not to interfere under a penalty that I will decide later. Now then, I am going to collect every psion that can lift two hundred pounds and is not currently busy, so if you kind mares do not MIND, let us head to the rear of this chillingly large party-"
>A wide, possibly insulting grin plasters itself across his muzzle at the puns and subsequent groans, pointing a foreleg while being swiveled around, calling over his shoulder back to you.
"I have a plan that has a forty-three percent chance of failing, though at the very least it will be quite amusing to try. Now then, try not to get us all killed!"

>With the Strikers providing a overhead view amongst the multitude of Mind's Eyes above, Broken Hoof silently orders the Lieutenant to spread her Lance out, using both Formations to take up the thoroughfare, protecting against flanking strikes and ambushes.
>After directing the integration of the next wave of joiners, four hundred in all, the Master-Captain is seen to nod from the front, floating the pack from around her neck, passing it back through the ranks.

>Post #2/2, END CHAPTER BOSS: Aurora, The Phantasm Knight.

> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vDKB4kT3o1w

>>27916446
>>27916454

>A single in-training Striker mare ordered up from the rear units slings the pack on, removing one high explosive grenade and giving it a momentary stare, the recruit trotting forwards and take shelter in the Lieutenant's Formation, planning a surprise of her own.
[1d6]

>Each of the Striker's faces turn to stone at the alien presence erupting 240M south, and, without pausing, the minds of 100 veteran psions link together, etching an unearthly, chilling record of lives and names into your mind:
"Our Sacred Prince granted the right of Heraldry of the Dynasty, Honored Companion of She That Walks In Silence, know our words: here, now, forever, we pledge our lives against the Phantasm and it's cohorts. For those innocent lives we must trade our own to free many must die this night, thus consecrate our lives to the Resurgence of our Dynasty, and grant Her mercies to those whom can endure no further-"

>Halting in midstride, a physical wellspring of silverous hatred formed into existence above your chosen sisters, becoming one mind and one ka.
>A silent shockwave departs overhead, the concerted pair of spheres launching in a flat arc towards the thin line of Watch Guard and Councilierge south.
[1d50+100]
[1d50+100]

>Well in front of the Knight, an enormous, bright yellow blade that you suspected five minotaurs could not lift is hefted into the air, bisecting the first projectile with a volcanic tremor.
[1d6+20] <Phantasm Arts: Sunblade
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>"A Councilierge company has translocated in from the Industrial district, will take them a while to catch up."
>"One Light Lancer Watch Guard squad leaving South Barracks."
>"Unknown Vigilite exiting the Mausoleum."

[1d6] <Councilierge
[1d6] <The Watch Guard
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>>28023037

>Pareidolia twitches slightly as he sees the dim flash of current being absorbed by his suit's fibers.

>!
>...This is the first time I've seen active energy absorption from an object or structure and a Construct no less.
>If Spiral is ever found, I will need to give him credit on this power core.

>Hefting the Construct hull carefully, he rotates it across the moonstone floor.
>His grip tightens in irritation as he spills minimal but precious amounts of the internal fluid.

>>28029980

>He silently notes Jeff and Clemency having reached the gate and upon closing the distance, groans internally at the boggy terrain beyond.

>Keeping these hulls secure in the peat will be difficult...

>Feeling Jeff's questionable intentions from extended interactions with bat ponies resting on his shoulders, he returns it with a fixed brief stare from behind his mask lenses.

>Finally reaching the gate,he steadies his hull, ready to follow Clemency through.

>>28020786

http://ruuey.tumblr.com/post/148180177348/%CF%89%E3%81%86-%CF%89-%E3%81%AB%E3%82%83%E3%83%BC

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>>28023037
>>28029980
>>28032580
>"Ugh, my ears. I hope this won't get worse when we get to the Moors. At least get some help in the Moors..."
>Meeting up with Jeff and Pare with their hulls, Clem then keeps on dragging his onto the alcove
>Afterwards, he catches a small breather before continuing
"Alright, here goes. 'Two mango flowers dancing."
>"God I feel silly saying that..."
>Clem braces for the translocation and whatever could be on the other side of it

>The Deep Moors

>>28029980
>>28032580
>>28032839

>The alcove emits a cheerful 'kek' at the correct words, dull orange, red, and yellow caricatures of batponies performing the Moors Mango Shuffle around the inside as the entrance is sealed off by a moonstone plate dropping down from the ceiling, a young, oddly toned filly's voice cackling cheerfully as the archway fills with static.
"If you can hear this, welcome to Swampshore Woods! ...KEK! Wood!"
>Undergoing a brief pressurization, the alcove itself emits a pulse of tingling energies, enveloping the contents in a field of cold air, time itself slowing to a crawl, then ejecting it's occupants into a blackened tunnel, devoid of color and sound.

>Eventually discharging the three Operators onto the clay translocation stone they'd seen before, the partially welcoming scent of moist, humid Moors air greets them, as do the fogged remains of small, long abandoned sandstone homes surrounding the raised peat bog.
>The matrice underneath brightens after a minute, five concentric rings displaying the typical translocation coordinate runes on the surface, indicating the Remnant likely wasn't watching this particular location often.

>>28032923
>Jeff waits at the voice subsides, strangely not finding the battyness amusing as he normally has.
>It was odd.

>He feels the archway pressurize, and the three of them wind up on the other side.
>The first thing that hits him is the hot heavy air of the Moors, not including the swamp fog.
>After looking around at the obviously-painful abandoned state of the small village, Jeff whistles quietly to himself.
"Hoo yeah, this place hasn't been used in quite some time."
>Then noticing that they were already standing on the translocation matrice, which had fired itself up.
"Hang on, I'll bring us back."
>Wasting no time in bringing up the coordinate runes and entering the ones for Razorback, he keeps one hand on the Construct hull to stabilize it.
"Here we go!"

>>28026474
"It feels like that anyway, though."
>I want to take the heat off of him, but I know nothing I could say would make anything better.
>Even though things would be just as bad or worse, as we put some distance between us and the tower, I continue to feel guilty.
>I'll be damned if I do, but I feel damned if I don't.

>>28016076
>Seeing as there are nothing have passed, I proceeded to pack my shit up and continue towards the signal source at best speed.

[1d6] <B.Movement
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>Unknown Lands, Main Dig Site: Cu'Nir


>>28033196
>The flight for Translocation Runes to the Burg was silent, not in an awkward sense rather in tense readiness.
>Being deposited at the Burg left you vulnerable when you felt the same ire back in the Ring Town was ripe in the atmosphere here too.
>Quickly darting out of there as fast as her muscles could allow, the Huntsmaster bolted for the real Translocation Matrice where she let you off her back so you could dialed the Vale in while she was on watch.
"Feels like ve are fleeing criminals."
>As soon as the portal was open she threw you onto her back again before jumping into the rift in reality.

>You summarized that it took you five minutes to escape that place, though that did not dissuade the knot in your stomach.
"Out of the pan and into the fire..."
>She said as she stared down at the expanded Vale from the Matrices vantage point.

>Everfree Forest


>>28033303
>Your hurried packing up and general get-the-fuck-going attitude did no favours for you when it came to traversing through the thickets of this forests undergrowth, new types of weeds and vines bogging your movement down then what it used to be hours ago.

>With the dim light of the hole in the canopy now past you, the pregnant dark of the massive forests interior reigned once more, your thermal vision coming back online to aid you through the nocturnal terrain.

>Several metres into your renewed journey, our Auspex signals you that movement was up ahead.
>Looking in that direction, you saw leaves raining down from above at a giant trees base a dozen metres away.

>>28033991
"That's about the best description I can think of."
>I reply quietly, eager to not attract attention.
>It's only after I say this that it strikes me just how awful doing so feels.
>I can't show my face here. I have no doubts that I'd be driven out, or at least become a target for the whole place.
>I feel like an outcast, and this much is self-imposed.

>That feelings carries over as we travel, and only amplifies as I gaze down at the Vale.
>Without really thinking about it, I mutter something that would come as news to Cu'Nir.
"To think I was just starting to call this place "home"."
>And now, all of a sudden, I feel very out of place.

>Unknown Lands, Main Dig Site: Cu'Nir


>>28035809
>A moment of sober sombre goes by when you felt Cu'Nirs wing beckon you back onto her, the other metallic limb already fanned out for flight.
"Home...to a married couple. Guess ve have to put the vedding on hold, Simon."
>Pure disappoint came from your fiance as she flew into the starry night sky, gaining a higher than normal altitude to give the rapidly grown city a wide vertical berth.
>She must of come around with the idea at some point.
>Feeling her wings lock into place for a prolonged glide, you calculated that you were on a direct course for Ri'Vahz' castle.
"Look at how much it has grown, I don't think I've seen so many Gryphons at once in my life."
>Peering over her shoulder, you see what she meant.

>Below was the former town square, now expanded to accommodate the population explosion that befits a city.
>Countless winged lifeforms were swooping through lower airspace, all different colours, all in different directions.
>You could even spot tiny grounded beings too, maybe visiting ponies or other humans?
>It was havoc.
>Perhaps it was, perhaps this was all due to the news of Lúfas' death.
>Which hammered home the culture around Fledglings.
>And Ri'Vahz's near fanatical attachment to them.
"Doesn't appear to be to many guards in the castles courtyard, either a good or bad thing."

>>28036130
"We've been waiting for downtime for a long time. I've gotten used to it by now."
>That's less of a matter of fact, and more of a melancholy admission.
>Just as well, though. We're going to be waiting longer.

>Cu'Nir directs my attention to the larger size of the Vale and denser population, which takes me by surprise considering how much quieter it got when the expedition started.
>Maybe everyone's starting to think there's no point to it and are coming back.
>I wouldn't blame them.
>...Is there?

>Instead of awe, the sight of so many Gryphons fills me with dread, and even more intense shame.
"If they're not there, then they're bound to be somewhere else."
>I have no faith in their unknown location turning out to be "good".

>Vale: Cu'Nir


>>28036695
>Taking a closer look at the overflowing population below, your eyes eventually hone in on some consistencies within the chaos.
>Between the minute gapes of wings and fur flashed armoured bodies that belonged to either the Militia, the Enforcers or the Castle Guards.
>With this new perspective, you realize that what was happening down there was resembling more akin to a massive riot taking place.
"Vait, I see movement ahead."
>Directed by your mate you peer over her head and catch sight of a procession marching out of the main doors of the castle to the courtyard; seven in total, six black armour Gryphons encircling a green and white Gryphoness in the centre.
"There she is."
>Cu'Nir sounded less than enthusiastic.

>>28033303
>Leaves falling out of trees? It is either a predator attempting to stalk me and slipped up or a bird take flight in fright. Either way, something is here.

>I activate my auspex, both to check for lifesigns in the area as well as to make sure that no one sneaks up on me

[1d6+1] <PQ.Auspex

>Preparing for a fight, I raise my lasgun towards the general area of the disturbance and fired a few shots in its direction. Hoping that I scare it out of hiding.

>When it comes out, if it is an animal, I shoot it for it's meat. If it is a person, I apologize and ask him/her to direct me towards the nearest settlement.

>Razorback Fortress

>Immediately, or as close to possible for human senses to consider, Jeff, Pareidolia, and Clemency are relocated to Razorback's ever familiar pagoda, the Fortress itself issues a quiet announcement of arrivals.

>A loud, breathy snoring from the west side of the pagoda can be heard, Shanis, covered by a thin silk sheet, was passed out on the plushest couch in the pagoda, her armored winter outfit placed under her head, chunks of a solid, dark blue crystalline material surrounding her.

"Welcome back you three, I wa- "
>Naliyna's energetic voice, followed by a vigorous hoof wave, halts entirely after a moment, the fuchsia mare opting for an angry groan.
"Oh for the love of... if ANY of that is Construct garbage, DON'T let Denra or Hodch see them or I'm going to beat you all with pumpkins! They've both been begging me to 'get more samples' but I keep telling them that I can't do anything until I've finished all this bloody paperwork, and they refuse to help me out!"


>>28033148

>Interrupted at the moment Naliyna begins grumbling, a pair of warm, fuzzy burnt orange wings wraps around your head, four light impacts on your shoulders followed by Malyne's familiar, neutral-flat giggle.
"Hello~! I said I would be back for my hoofband, Jeff."


>>28032839

>Ceasing her grumbling, Naliyna whistles in a quiet tone, eliciting a trio of tiny knocking sounds on your helmet, physically spinning you about in a careful motion to crack a merry smile.
"Hey Clemency! I found some mystic quartz chunks in the Enclave and just bought some Empire crystal castoff pouches, so if you want me to do some work on that blade of yours-"
>Punctuated by a deceiving ear wiggle.
"Just tell me. I'm getting really tired of paperwork right now."


>>28032580

"Hel-"
>A rattling sigh, obviously Mercy, is swiftly followed by a young batfilly cackling in the background.
"..hello. I have.. something for you. Meet.. me at the tower, please."

>>28039653
>Looks like my guess was right.
>And I'm starting to agree.
>Chalk that up to my list of mistakes, too.
"And she's not alone."
>Although, given what's going on, I shouldn't be surprised.

>>28042560
>Vale Castle: Cu'Nir & Ri'Vahz

>Touch down in the courtyard of the castle was a tense moment, chest constricted in anticipation as the draft kicked up by Cu'Nirs landing got the attention of all those within sight.
"Show your intruder!"
>Barked Ri'Vahz in an even, commanding tone.
>Her escorts flew into action wordlessly, half going into the air to prevent escape while the other half made a rough triangle formation to surround you both.
>Sighing in acceptance at the situation, Cu'Nir emerged from the confines of the Underdark in view of Ri'Vahz, whom was momentarily stunned before a dark expression crept across her features.
"You. How bold of you come here after what you have done."
"Ve have come to-"
"-Beg for forgiveness? Ask for mercy? What!?"


>>28039892
>Everfree Forest

>Your Auspex pinged, and showed you that yes, there was something up there, out of sight in the canopy above you.
>It was not moving, but the size of it showed it was around your dimensions.

>Hotshot rounds light up the woodland area in bright deathly red as your rounds lanced through the air into the black canopy, impact shots illuminating the darkness in split second explosive detail.
>It was an impossible mess of meshed together branches and leaves thicker than your sternum up there, although through all that chaos you see movement from your stalker, it howling as it leaped through the branches.
[1d6+3] E.Movment
[1d6+3]
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>Trails of leaves followed its path, giving you ample time to see where it was heading.

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>>28043307
>I check to see what direction it was heading

>>28043307
>Ri'Vahz reacts to Cu'Nir's appearance exactly as I expected.
>I don't appreciate her interrupting, but I can't blame her for being angry.
>I anticipate things getting worse once I show up, but I get off of Cu'Nir's back and put myself between her and Ri'Vahz, wishing to put her out of the equation.
>I too fade into view. Just as before, I shamefully cast my gaze to the ground.
"I'm here because I'm thinking that taking responsibility face to face is the closest thing to the only halfway decent idea I've had in years."

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>>28042000

>>28042000
>Upon reaching the familiar pagoda, Clem reaches and pulls his helmet off to hang behind his head
>"Home sweet home..."
>Clem waves over to the two ponies
"Hey Shanis. Hey Nal."
>Paperwork eh?
>Felt that before
>Clem grins at the sight of Jeff getting assaulted by Malyne
>But some noises forces him to face Nal
"Oh? I'll keep that in mind. Right now..."
>Clem still has that friendly reminder of the chunks of metal still stuck inside him
"I got to get to Tipper. I'll get back to you for that blade work though. Hell, what the paperwork for anyway?"
>Afterwards, Clem reaches into his pack and gets the Construct arm out
>He hands it over to Pare for him to get
"Here's the arm I talked about. Go nuts."
>After giving him the arm, Clem heads to the Clinic and enters
"Hey everyone, I need some metallic things taken out of me..."

>Vale Castle: Cu'Nir & Ri'Vahz


>>28044516
>You did not see it, but you guessed that Ri'Vahz reaction to you appearing between her and Cu'Nir was startling.
>Cu'Nir on the other claw hissed to herself that, not being able to prevent you from doing this.
"Simon..."
>Under the constant heavy beats of armoured Gryphons hovering over your head was the Warlords growling breath, deep inhales and exhales as she evaluated the situation.
"How thoughtful of you to save us the effort in trying to find you Simon, truly I am thankful."
>Each avian word was dipped in poisonous intent.
"And it was such good timing too with you deciding to let a Fledgling die now, like oil to a fire."
"Vhat are you talking about?"
"Oh, nothing. I'm just stressed out and my mind is all over the place, with the upheaval in the Vale, reports of slavers, missing Gryphons, Gryphons smuggling in things, UNICORNS, the Hunting Lodge at the point in nearly declaring war. Its all over the place right now. But thank you for at least doing something right and giving yourselves up."
>Her tone switched from venomous hatred to condescending mockery throughout her rant, that last part feeling like she was verbally spitting on your face.

>Everfree Forest

>>28044015
>It was, and still is heading towards you~

>>28048400
>I stand my ground and began to fire my hotshot lasgun at the creature, while using my thermal and auspex to track it's exact location.

[1d6+1] <B. Light Energy Weapon
[1d6+1]

>I prepare to guard with my armored gauntlet when the creature jump towards me.

>>28042000
>Exiting through the portal, and back at the pagoda, Jeff removes his face mask to breath in some fresh and familiar air.
>Finally he can maybe rest, for a bit.
>As Clem and Pare settle in, he takes quick interest in the masked robot-like human comrade, kicking his share of the Construct boon lightly.
"You know, Pare, if you really want to study these that bad, why don't you set up an R&D here? I'm sure we can use one, in some capacity."

>Watching Nalyina and Shanis, then Mercy and Foggy enter, Jeff's face is covered by some familiar orange bat wings.
>Is it?
>No, it can't be!
"Malyne?"
>Reaching back behind his head with both hands, Jeff gently grabs the middle of a small bat pony and lifts her over his head to look at her with a relived smile on his face.
>Now upside down, of course. Not like she probably minds.
>But he gives her the wiggle room to right-side herself.
"You're back! I was worried, there, for a bit. Are you back already?"
>He didn't see Belltower around, as far as he could tell.
>Did she come back, herself?
>Or maybe she was off doing something.
"Where's your mom? Is she here, too?"

>The Crystal City-State

>>27919753

>"I do no-.. ..you have a point, Warden. It may very well send that treasonous bitchmare into a panic if it were known that a human is hunting her down. Retrieve your lovely vehicle, I will request the net to be closed tighter."
>Quite possibly short sighted, the clamshell Ethereal pays no attention to you passing by it, although a rather high number of glittery Crystal pony eyes glance towards you deviously for a moment.
>"Hm? I am with another patient, but I shall instruct the Warden to hold onto it until I have some time."

>Jogging around the southwest Spire's arch and underneath it, you nearly ram into a wide, bright pink crystalline shield, four Wardens in the standard Defender regalia accompanied by an Imperial Knight phase the barrier apart quickly, raising it after you enter.
>The quartet, none of which had a family crest you note, frown at each other as the Knight eyes the satchel, lifting her head with an accepting tilt.
"I'll have to check the contents first. Just so long as I don't get demoted more than three ranks I'll take it straight to her-"
>Briskly flicking her tail towards the translocation matrice behind her tiny cadre, the mare snorts, stamping the crystal underhoof eagerly.
"Until you leave I can't close this arch down, so get going to wherever you need to!"

>>27947816

>Shaking her head, Allys lifts the first three feathers of her right wing in a casual, unquestioning manner, carefully setting her own glass on the counter top.
"You are quite welcome, though you should probably drink it before it gets warm. I require a bit of sleep, so if you will excuse me, and should you want something else please see Pella, whom is likely sorting out the freezer."
>Standing up and looking over Indurian, the pregnant mare rolls her eyes in a small motion, turning left and walking out from behind the minibar towards the closest couch for a nap.


"Are ya's kiddin' me? I's was bein's polite when I's gave ya a hint ya ol' codger!"
>Clopping across the wall and sitting down heavily on the edge, the Blade kicks her hind hooves in mock-insult, shooting a scrunchy face down at the ancient minotaur.
"Ya got any idea 'ow borin' it gits roun' here wit'out comp'ny? 'ow's a mare s'poseta sleep 'appy 'ese days when's she gots an empty womb? I s'pose is too bad 'bout yer age an' all, woulda liked ta be the firs' mare here ta brag 'bout baggin' a min'taur."
>Relenting to give a rueful chortle, the mare shuts her left eye, lifting the wingblade and panning it across the entire Fortress as if aiming a bow.
"I'm jes' playin'. If yer lookin' fer 'umans, they's all over this place, cain't miss 'em they's tall bodies none.."
>Stopping the sweep to focus on the main gate, the Blade's lips purse, making a funny *pow* noise.
"Or thet sweet, lanky lil' Jah-pone-easy-en mare."

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>>28042000

>Pareidolia maintains a molecular grip on his hull as they rapidly translocate.
>He sighs through his nose as they finally reach Razorback without any issue.
>He begins to roll his hull off the matrix, moving towards the workshop as Naliyna begins ranting.

>Denra and Hodch seeking Construct hulls as well?
>Troubling. They lack the tools, but also fail to understand the precautions needed.
>...Paperwork?
>Understaffed? No, more likely a lack of responsibility among human operators who created said paperwork.
>Lack of Command's staff morale after all.

>He pauses as an orange blur whips past and attaches itself to Jeff's head.
>Hearing a voice, he fails to determine a source as Mercy's trademark halting speech pattern reaches him along with the unsettling kekeking of a batfilly.

>At the tower? Now?
>Why would anyone have something for me?

>>28045813

>He looks back as Clem proffers the Construct arm.

>Disturbing innovation trends...
>Far too similar to Command's.

>Transferring it to his pack, he looks back and forth between Jeff, Naliyna, the hulls, and Clem's rapidly departing form.

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>>28050277

>The tower, these hulls, and my time all at once.
>Really.
>Need to temporarily store these somewhere.
>...
>Naliyna can be trusted not to allow other parties access to these hulls, at least for now.
>I need a Faraday cage...

>Looking over to Naliyna, he raises his voice.

"One hour of paperwork assistance for each of these Construct hulls that you safeguard for me here while I go to the tower! When I return and these hulls are securely stored, I will assist you in completing your paperwork."

>Rolling his hull to rest against a pillar so that it wouldn't spill its contents, he then moves to heft Clem's findings in the general direction of the previous hull, enough to push it off the matrix pad.

>>28048648

"Jeff! Leave your hull next to the one by the pillar. I'll transport them from here."

>He sweeps a gloved hand in the direction of the hull leaning against the outer pillar as he speaks.

>Satisfied for the moment, he heads for the foot of the nearby tower with the Construct arm still in his pack.

>Need to debrief and confirm base status when situated.
>Also need to speak to Tipper about Heartbreak's information gathering and injury treatment assistance.

>Reaching the foot of the tower he looks around uncertainly, knowing he won't actually find Mercy but still feeling the need to do something to dissuade being ambushed.

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>>28046667
>So things have somehow completely gone to shit in the time I've been away.
>Wonderful.
>Of course things are worse than I could've known.
"Yes, I'm a stupid fuckup, I -know-. Say whatever you like, I've told myself that and worse already."

>>27926165

"It's called 'reminiscing, a wonder that seems to be lost here."
>Bending over and angrily grimacing at choking down the powdery foam, the Death Cultist pauses to snap a glare upwards at the dealer's lackeys, right hand lifting to make a quick neck slitting gesture.
>'The next time I find either of them alone or whichever grox-raped corpse lover made this trash I'm going to make a cock ring out of their teeth-'
[1d6] <B.U.A.: Intimidate
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"Ugh.. don't care enough for a discount."
>Coughing away the twinned infernal tastes, he sighs in a miserable tone, tossing an uncaring glance back as he leaves.
"I'll return in a week. Have more by then."


>Unsure if it was a good idea to interrupt the pleasurable thoughts running through the horned pony's head, Corsen's eyes swivel onto the stage, examining the dancers with practiced incredulity.
>Head turning down to stare at the doctor's head, then between her legs, an eyebrow raises at the white on her ears, slowly reaching out with both hands in as close to non-threatening movements as he can manage.
"I have enough for a week and I want all three of those ponies in my bed. ..hold still, there's something on you-"
[1d6] <Basic.. Medical Touch?
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>Everfree Forest


>>28048518
>The stench of ionized air began to stagnate the atmosphere as you fired shot after shot into the dizzying heights of the forests ceiling, flashpoints blinking in and out of existence in mere instances of light.
>Each one allowing you to catch sight of the canopy traverser at their edges, all accompanied by renewed seething hisses of aggression.
>All of a sudden, the leaves stop raining down, the trail of falling debris now having come to a halt at your feet.

>Before you could spray red tinted hell directly above you however a glob of mucus the size of your head hurtles towards you, thermals showing it was luke warm oddly enough.
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..dot.

>Vale Castle: Cu'Nir & Ri'Vahz


>>28050429
"Can you please stop taking responsibility."
>Sounding more tired than anything at this moment, Ri'Vahz stomped over to you, bats you out of the way with a wing which nearly brought you to the ground, and proceeded to get up and personal with Cu'Nir.
>Beak to beak, Cu'Nir was larger, yet her body unconsciously lowered down in an act of non-aggression.
"It is obvious this is on your claws Huntsmaster Cu'Nir, no doubt while you were busy trying to snag another trophy for yourself you ignored the plight of the Fledgling in question!"
>Restraining herself from biting back with equal animosity, the Huntsmaster growled lowly as her eyes diverted to the ripped up ground at the Warlords claws.
"That...is exactly vhat happened..."

>>28051393
"URGH"
>I grunted in exertion as I attempted to move quickly to the side in an attempt to dodge the incoming glob.

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>When I am clear of it's fire, I shouldered my lasgun and readied my laspistol in my right hand, my armored gauntlet already raised to parry or deliver any blows, before proceeding to fire several shots at the creature in rapid succession before moving, turning myself into a moving target so that the enemy would have a harder time hitting me with its projectiles.

>I search around, depending on my own senses and gear to determine the direction the attacker is coming from before I began to fire at it, hoping for at least a glance if I could see it well enough to aim and hit it's limbs to slow it down.

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>Everfree Forest


>>28052130
>Diving out of the way of the viscous ball of fluids landed you into the undergrowth, the dense foliage cushioning your fall for you to roll back up onto your feet, where in one hand fired blindly into the air while the other hand swung a hatchet wildly.
>It was a passing moment of weakness however, and you recovered yourself.
>The spot where you once stood was now coated in a thick layer of warm goo that began to harden the thrushes into place.
>Now having an idea of where your shooter was, you carefully scanned above, laspistol gripped tightly.

>There it was, scuttling on over to another tree, no doubt trying to find safety by its gargantuan trunk.
>The thing had to crawl out from the intertwining branches that composed of the canopy's solid ceiling to spit at you, exposing itself to your thermals.
>...
>It basically looked like a human sized arthropod with appendages the size of your arms.
>If it were not for the fact you've seen worse in picscreens back in the Schola you would of shivered on the spot.
>Didn't help that it was crawling so, so wrongly.

>Feeling you did not need the Emperors blessing to kill this thing dead, you fire two shots at its scuttling body, the laser beams appearing as lances of white in your thermals, exploding into the arthropods segmented back, bright yellow fist sized holes appearing in their stead. 41/50HP 12/20 shots left

>Hissing all bug like, another glob of mucus is expelled from its rear while it scuttled down the metres tall tree trunk, intend on taking the fight to you.
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>>28051893
>Ri'Vahz forces me into an odd and unfamiliar situation.
>I can't say that I've ever been urged not to take own up to something.
>But she seems dead set on pointing the finger at Cu'Nir. There is one person to blame for this, and it's not her.
"No, it's not."
>I don't doubt that what Ri'Vahz says factored into Cu'Nir's thinking to some degree, but that isn't enough to absolve me of fault.
"You three were caught up fighting that...thing, and Spruce had clung to life by the skin of his teeth. The one who would have had the clearest look at the situation was me, and what did I do? I sat there and shot it over and over, somehow missing the fact that it was doing bugger all."

..

p9 go

>>28053889
>Startled at the speed of the creature charging, I began to move immediately before I formed a thought, my body reacting to decades of conditioning.

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>Readying my weapons at it, I began to scream into my Vox again, this time on all channels.

"This is Stormtrooper Chisan to any and all Imperial forces! I am engaging hostile xenos, and I require assistance! The xeno is resistant to my weaponry, and I am unable to pull back! Over!"

>While I was screaming into my vox, I attempt to determine the status of the creature, and if any of it's weak points were exposed in my recent attack. Or if it had any weak points at all.

[1d6] <B.Perception
[1d6+1] <Thermal

[1d6+1] <P.Q. Auspex

>I then proceeded to heft and chuck one of my HE grenades at the abomination's head before immediately firing my pistol at it's legs in an attempt to cripple it.
"Die you unholy warp abomination!"

[1d6] <Melee
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[1d6+1] <LEW (Laspistol)
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>Vale Castle: Cu'Nir & Ri'Vahz


>>28054348
>Forcing herself to ignore Ri'Vahz' death glare, Cu'Nir responded hesitantly.
"I vas the one that lead Có'caire and Lúfa in the aerial assault against the undead, Simon. I vas the one that should of pulled back to allow Lúfa to heal, to get out of there."
>Caught between to bleeding heart confessions, Warlord Ri'Vahz did not know what to do, instead she just shivered in place containing her murderous anger.
"...I should revoke your title and strip you of your wings, Cu'Nir. But that would likely tip everything whats happening in the Vale over the edge, instead you and Simon will stay in the Dungeon until I can think of an appropriate punishment for the both of you."

>>28049627
>Everfree Forest, Razorback Fortress: Bright Amber And Old Horn


>Humming in amusement at the young mares dogged humour, Old Horn stopped his earth rattling pondering for his druidic gaze to wonder over yonder to the "lil' Jah-pone-easy-en mare" in question.
>With senses channeled through the earth of the Fortress, the druid was quick to find the mare in question.
>She had the characteristics of a Saddle Arabian with enough uniqueness to garner Old Horns brow to marginally furrow in intrigue.
"Hmmm it looks like there is still some places on this planet for me to wonder off too yet."
>...

"Have a nice night Allys thank you."
>Said quite a windless Amber, whom got off of the ground now the mares teats were no longer paralyzing him to the floor.
>Poking Indurian on the arm, flicking his ears to hear his breathing, and observing the slumped position the Knight had taken, Bright concluded the Operator was knocked out.
"Oh deer, I should tell Tipper. But, drink."
>Conflicted, the Pred-Elk whined as his mind was split between helping Indurian or drinking the red bottle.

>?????

>>28056732

"A Stormtrooper? Here? ..this is Inquisito-"
>A young, stern female tone pings into the commbead before several moments of static strikes, the voxcaster then emitting a keyed burst of Mechanicus binary in a rather familiar, chilling sequence: that of a low level Inquisition access code.
"-ull back at all costs, disengage from close combat as you would to an Ork! Repeating: you WILL retreat immediately! I am locking on to your position and will be en route ten seconds ago-"
[1d6+1] <Inquisitorial Order: Movement
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[1d6+8] <Temporal Leap
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>Everfree Forest


>>28056732
>Decades of experience could not help you dodge out of the falling globs way fast enough, right shoulder and back being splashed by the warm vile fluids.
>Hardening at the touch, you found your movement impaired as the adhesive seeped into your armour and clothing. Result of 5 in melee to break free

>Returning your sights back to the fast scuttling arthropod, your heart skipped a beat when you saw it was halfway down the tree trunk with no sign of slowing.
>Before it could reach the undergrowth your Auspex and Thermals showed the weak points for this monster was its head and fleshly bits between the armoured segments, although you realize that your pistol and Hellshot are powerful enough to blast through its natural hide.

>Arching your throw, the grenade lands at the base of the tree right as the bug reached it, the detonation kicking up the encompassing area in a rapturous blast. 28/50HP STUNNED FOR 1 TURN! -2 MOVEMENT!

>As your vision cleared you saw the trees base was stripped of bark, it weeping copious amounts of sap onto a brutalized patch of stripped dirt.
>Off centre of which was the arthropod, its carapace in ruin with ichor mixing with the sap, its limbs on one side shredded into unrecognizable stumpy pulps.
>With righteous fever you crack off a couple of more shots at the immobilized bug, hisses escaping the new set of wounds inflicted upon it. 17/50 HP 10/20 shots left

>>28057669
>Even with the Vox eroding her voice, the commanding chill instilled into you was as powerful as ever.

>Doctor Tipper

>>27960624

"I do not think anypony knows half of what is bothering Hodch, Denra, or Krinza, but I will deal with circumstances as they arrive."
>Wrapping the nearly forgotten blanket around her forelegs, Tipsy shakes her head, a small, wry smile creasing her lips.
"I have heard this saying a few different times in different meanings, 'everything is different on this world; different, but somehow the same'. It seems to amuse most humans when they learn how ravenous mares are.. that is, of course, until they are forcibly hauled off for an hour, but it seems like that will not happen to you so easily."
>Glancing towards the surgical suites for several moments, the much older unicorn shrugs, her horn encapsulated in a soft pink glow as a fluffy pillow is pulled out from under her desk, then settled behind her head.
"All I ask is that you not bring explosives into the Clinic, there are far too many vital alchemical solutions, medical supplies, and 'medical supplies'-"
>Punctuated with a mischievous chuckle, her expression and tone quickly becoming serious.
"-to risk being lost. If I may make a suggestion however, right now is an ideal time to begin restoring your armor. Events seem to be, for lack of a better word, piling up on Razorback, and I have not been sleeping well recently, so take advantage of this free time as best as you can."

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>Canterlot, A Lavish Residence: Venous


>>28050693
>The last thing you heard from the Drug Dealers accomplices were startled whinnies followed by rushing hooves, the alcohol covered bar wall clicking with hundreds of glass bottles vibrating from ponies running on the other side, whom were halted by a faint bark coming from the Bouncer.
"Stop running within the premises!"

>As you ogled at the Dancers finishing up their heavy breathed, very touchy, tongue lashing competition; you think the drugs were beginning to set in.
>Because as you stared up at the two mares their vibrantly colourful coats were mixing together as if one was a lighter liquid while the other was heavier, each neon palate taking their mates previous pony body.
"Yes that is good, I think I r-require a bath..."
>"A bath alone with naught but my hooves to beat the disobedience out of my marehood!"

>With every blink of the eye Venous body became more and more smudgy, hiding the essential details such as her perky teats, choice naval and stomach and excited marehood.
>Along with where exactly the pony spunk landed.
>Oh well.

>Hand touching pony ears, it felt as if your digits were caressing pure silk in search of the gooey substance.
>It took some fingering around but you eventually got all of the stallion spunk off of the unicorn, whom at this point had reached new heights from her ears being "medically" molested.
"T-that was lewd Corsen -and uncalled for, taking a-advantage of a mare in my situation..Especially one of her rank and title."
>Even with her features wiped away like a ruined oil painting you could still perceive an intense scrunch on her muzzle.

>>28057263
>I can see why Cu'Nir blames herself. She did lead the entire operation.
>But I'm guilty of just as much, I don't have any kind of excuse and I'm the one who suggested it in the first place.
>Ri'Vahz brings this to a conclusion before I can respond.
>It may be nothing definite, but I'm pleased, for lack of a better word, to have it come to a close.

>>28058855
>1129 picks up on the transposition of words much faster this time.
>It does not become any more humorous.
>These recent behavioural changes must be severe to be so hard to understand.
>Perhaps there is some kind of manipulation at work.
>A concerning thought, but not an immediate priority.

"Among the vast discrepancies, I too have noticed a few similarities."
>There is an implication that at least some of the other human personnel have come from other areas.
>Where those may be is a mystery, but not worth thinking about. Although, it is interesting that this place manages to have familiar aspects to all of them.
>The description of "ravenous" does not fit well with the current topic. Nor does the depiction of capture.
>Again, something not worth thinking about.
"Indeed. As I said, I was made for nothing of the sort, and I do not take well to distractions from priority tasks."
>And speaking of priority tasks, hopefully Krinza's behavioural state will not impact his time in the Workshop.

>Removing all such ordnance before entering will be somewhat time consuming, but given the nature of the building, it is understandable that such a precaution would be in place.
>The emphasis given to the last item in the list, being a repetition and sinister chortle afterwards draws his attention. Perhaps some of the items used here are unorthodox or contraband in some areas.
"I will ensure that I set my explosive ordnance aside in future. My armour is already a priority, now that I have been given guidance by Aiutante and I now possess equipment to make the task much faster."
>If this faction is currently part of numerous goings-on, the Clone hopes that he manages to avoid being dragged into any of them.

>Vale Castle: Cu'Nir & Ri'Vahz


>>28059524
>Not wanting to exhale in relief in case she tempted fate with Ri'Vahz, Cu'Nir stepped back to give herself some space, instead of welcoming distance, she found her curvy rump assaulted by a sharp jab.
>Squawking from the surprise attack, the Huntsmaster spun on the spot to confront her assailant, yet found a trio of spear tips inches away from her opened beak.
"Guards, take Simon and Cu'Nir to the Dungeon. When you return have with you a dozen more of your kin."
>Cawing in acceptance, the airborne Gryphons "motivated" yourself and Cu'Nir to enter the castle.
"You no longer represent myself and the Gryphons of the Vale, Cu'Nir."
>That last thing you hear from Ri'Vahz before the thick reinforced doors closed behind you both, your Gryphonesses' ears sagging, weighed down by such damnation.

Dots for days

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>>28049433

>...
>Lont had forgotten that the Changeling Warden existed.
>He should talk to him in the future some time.
>For sure.
>"The revelation when it hits her might just trip her up, leaving her flank wide open for the pursuing Wardens."
>"And no, I'm not sorry for that innuendo."

>He ignored the large group of shinny Crystal ponies eying him up, they can come to their own conclusions and go make erotica for all he cared, as long as it didn't impede his task.
>"I hope that the contents of the bag will help the Empire and you down the line."

>Handing the satchel over to the Knight, Lont gave the Warden and her fellows a thankful smile as he stepped onto the Translocation Matrice.
"Give the Satchel to the Changeling Warden, Princess Cadence informed me she'll receive it from him once she has time away from patients."
>Now with the portal for the Fortress open, he gave the cadre a crisp Imperial Ferrundus salute before bolting into the rift.
"I thank you again for your assistance!"

>>28042000
>>28048648
>Bursting out of the portal into the Pagoda, Lont took a quick breath as he looked around, giving all a hasty hello before running as fast as he could to where he placed his gear.
"Hey Nal, Jeff and Malyne lovely night isn't it!"
[1d6+1] E.Movement
[1d6+1]
[1d6+1]

>Upon opening the container he left his stuff in, the Operator equipped his arms and armour, although when he looked for the Nagant, he only found dust.
"What the fuck where is it?!"
>"Fuck it!"
>Not having time to care he ran for his parked bike, upon reaching it he gave it a cursory check up on oil and tires, made sure his gear was tightly secured, then drove off for the Pagoda.
[1d6+4] E.Driving
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