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She misses in her dazed state.
After putting his flashlight down to pick up his gun, Silver fumbled. But he is ready now.
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Silver fires a short burst from his SMG point blank at the changeling.Tattattattat
Two firm hits in the chest and a third ambiguously goes through the outer edge of the sweater. Still standing, the green engulfs her to show a changeling drone, who collapses to the ground.
Silver isn't entirely sure it's possible for changelings, but just in case, he checks for a pulse.
Silver can't feel a pulse. Sleetfall, however, has his own method, stabbing the changeling in the neck with his bayonet.
"Insidious little crossdressing fuckers, aren't they?"
Silver internally cringes at the display of brutality, but says nothing of it.
"I was even going to let him live unharmed if he just surrendered..."
He coughs a little, and wipes his mouth clear of blood.
"...fuck, I will be glad when Vale is clear of these roaches."
"Unharmed?! Do they do the same for us?"
He looks up and back to Silver
"Well, let's make sure the back is clear, and move back to headquarters. Nightfall will be coming soon."
"No, but it is easier to find where they have taken replaced ponies when they are alive to say so."
He readies his SMG.
"Good idea. We should also do quick check of equipment, see if anything is damaged."
He is silent for a moment, then answers
There is a door to the left of the counter, with a rifle next to it
Silver focuses his magic around the door handle, and opens the door from a distance.
The door is opened. There is a single low light, and through the open door Silver can see some meters, a couple switch boards, and a pair of tables.
A few droplets of blue blood lead off to the left
Silver silently points out the trail of blood to Sleetfall, and hobbles forward to take a position leaning against the wall next to the door.
Cautiously, he tries to peak around the corner.
There, in the left most corner, is a medium-blue pony stallion, looks like a unicorn, sitting and leaning over. His forehooves are tight together, and it looks like he is holding something in, perhaps cloth. His chest visible rises and lowers, and he makes a low wheezing sound. He moves his eyes up to look at Silver, gritting his teeth in a wince
Silver winces at the sight of the wounded, disguised changeling. He doesn't advance any further.
"We got you really good, huh?"
The thing looks up at silver, with wide pupils and green eyes. It doesn't say anything, only wheezes out and stares at Silver with that pained grimace.
"Listen, I am Platoon Sergeant Silver Sword. Now, I do not know about you, but I do not want any more death and violence here, and I am almost certain you do not want to die here today either. I think we can help each other."
The creature just sits there, still looking at Silver, and still wheezing in pain.
"Can you understand what I am saying?"
It moves its head a little higher, but does not respond
Silver raises an eyebrow at this gesture, not knowing what it means.
"This is not going to work if you can not understand. Nod if you understand what I am saying."
He turns to Sleetfall.
"Does anypony in platoon speak or write Changeling?"
"Hmm...alright. Here is what I am thinking. I will try to get close to him, appear like I am not going to hurt him, and see if I can not keep him from bleeding out. After, we will try to escort him to base as prisoner until we can decide on what to do with him. Think you can watch my back?"
"That, I can."
He cycles the bolt in his rifle.
The creature's ears go up
Silver sighs, and trots slowly into the room with the changeling, SMG held in his magic. He slowly sets it down on the ground in front of him, dims his horn, and keeps his hooves in full view of the changeling so he knows he's not trying to pull any funny business.
As Silver moves closer to the creature, Silver can see under and to the right of the uniform the creature is holding to its torso, the creature's ace-up-the-sleeve, and the last card it has to play: it is holding an Equestrian fragmentation grenade under its foreleg. It's hard to tell if the pin is or is not in.
Silver stops right where he is, trying to appear as unthreatening as he can be. He points to the grenade, and speaks calmly.
"Please, you do not have to do that. Just...give it here, nice and slowly. I promise, I will not hurt you."
The creature turns its ears and eyes to Silver. It's eyes are very wide. It has made no movement on the grenade
The grenade could
require constant pressure on the handle to keep from detonating
Silver gulps, a little nervous at his situation. He takes a small step cautuously towards the changeling.
"Not going to hurt you...do not detonate grenade..."
At least there is no movement on the grenade. The creature continues breathing heavily, ears tilted towards Silver and eyes wide
Silver takes another step, trying to convey as non-threatening body language as he can.
"Just like that, nice and calm..."
The creature lets Silver close the distance without opposition. Silver is now within five feet of the creature
Silver smiles at the creature. He points to the grenade, then makes a motion with his hoof as if he was receiving something.
"Now, just...carefully, give me the grenade. It will be okay."
The creature does not relinquish the grenade
He makes the motion again, hoping to insist.
"I promise you, I am not here to hurt you. But I need to know you won't try to hurt me before I can help."
The creature does seem to edge its legs forward, and at least, has not attacked Silver
Silver slowly lays down in front of the changeling, putting himself more at eyelevel with him. He points to the creature's wounds.
"You are pretty badly injured. I can patch you up, but we need to trust each other first."
He motions from his chest to the changeling's and back with a hoof.
The creature is ever so slightly to the left of the corner, so that that it is backed up against the left-most wall. It sits with its right foreleg on the ground, and its left foreleg holding both the grenade and what appears to be a uniform against its chest. It seems to have no interest in removing its foreleg from its chest, very possibly because that is what is holding back more bleeding.
Silver takes in a breath, lights his horn, and forms a telekinetic sheath around the grenade. He points to it again, makes a taking motion with his hoof, then he mimes himself wrapping something around his arm before pointing at the changeling's wounded chest.
"I am going to take grenade from you, and in exchange, I will bandage your wound. Deal?"
The creature seems surprised by this, but at least, Silver has a grip over the handle of the grenade
Silver carefully tries to pull the grenade out of the creature's grasp.
And Silver manages it. It is confirmed that the pin is not in the grenade.
That's not good. Is the charging handle still in place?
Yes. The creature had it held down as a sort of "dead man's switch," and now it's being held in place by Silver's magic.
Silver lets out a sigh of relief. With a hoof, he points to where the pin is supposed to be.
The creature looks downwards to an area that would be below it. It isn't entirely visible with it crouched over and holding the uniform against its body
Silver extends a tendril of magic to feel the area the changeling looks at for any sign of the pin.
Silver does not feel the pin on the ground
He looks up to the changeling, and points again to where the pin should be in the grenade.
"Can you help?"
The creature remains sitting their, holding the uniform to it
Silver tries searching for the pin again using a tendril of magic.
He scrunches his nose in frustration, before tapping where the pin is supposed to go again.
"Can, you, help, find, pin?"
The creature moves its foreleg around, and with aura of green magic, pulls up the pin from under the uniform.
Silver smiles, takes it, and attempts to put it back in.
The pin is locked back into place.
The creature breathes lighter and faster
Silver takes the grenade as part of his equipment, now that it's safe(r). To the changeling's surprise, perhaps, Silver doesn't take this as a sign to start attacking the changeling. Instead, he trots slowly over to the door, and speaks to Sleetfall.
"Can you get some clean cloth, perhaps from clothing worn by other changelings?"
"They are all wearing Equestrian Army uniforms anyways. I can cut some off. Ought to be shot as spies."
Silver in the meantime watches over the changeling. He places a hoof over his own chest.
"Silver Sword. My name is Silver Sword."
The creature looks back up at Silver, holding its own chest in silence.
Sleetfall comes back.
"Here's part of a uniform that didn't already have blood on it. I figure it'll have roach blood on it if we use it on him. Fitting."
Silver doesn't comment on his statement, and merely tells him "Thank you" in response before taking it.
Silver trots calmly up to the changeling, uniform in hoof. He lays down on his legs in front of him, and then uses a foreleg to point at the creature's chest.
"I am going to help you, okay?"
The creature looks back at Silver, and its ears twitch. It closes its mouth, and for the first time, nods.
Then a green flash envelopes it. The process perhaps reminds Silver of the burning of magnesium in a flash powder lamp for a camera, though not quite as bright and tinted yellow-green. Not quite blinding in the moment, it leaves behind a creature that Silver by now can recognize as a changeling drone with a green ray on the back of its head and blue eyes. A few features stand out at this very close distance, like the small lights at the center of its eyes, or the spits in its ears that make them look almost like sliced open rubber tubes that have been cut in the back. It's chest has the appearance of something like ribs sticking out, and a definite tapering down to the belly. It's wings are long and thin, and while they most resemble the wings of a cockroach, they have hints of green that make them slightly resemble those of a more elegant creature, like a dragonfly. This looks like the creature that shot the machine gunner, and who knows who else. Then again, they kind of all look alike. It keeps its thin lips closed, though its fangs protrude out.
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Silver is a little surprised at the transformation, but he doesn't let it keep him from trying to help.Heal
: Silver does his best to bandage the changeling, tearing the uniform into strips and guiding the changeling's foreleg so he can properly cover his wounds.
The creature allows Silver to move its current bandages off and expose its belly. It looks like a rifle bullet entered it approximately where the stomach and cecum would be in a pony, but who knows what, if anything important was hit in this ersatz equine. Silver is able to press the strips around the wound, and stop any further outwards bleeding, and perhaps internal bleeding as well. It seems the bandages are successfully replaced, and the creature holds it in with its forehoof.
Silver smiles at his hoofwork, and gets up.
"There. Almost as good as new."
He holds a forehoof out to the changeling.
"Can you stand?"
The creature extends its neck through the air, and places its muzzle not far away from Silver's hoof, flicking its long, thin, split tongue in the air.
"Acting like snake? Changelings do that?"
After talking to himself, Silver shrugs it off, and retracts his hoof. Instead, he trots back to the doorframe, picking up his SMG along the way. Before going through, he stops and looks behind at the changeling, motioning for him to follow.
The creature stands up, at least providing the strips wrap around such that it doesn't need to constantly apply pressure. It is able to walk, and tentatively follows Silver. Sleetfall moves off to the side, keeping his rifle pointed at it.
The unicorn moves at a slightly slower pace that's more comfortable for two injured peoples. As he passes him, Silver speaks to Sleetfall.
"Get into position behind him for escort, I will lead. You do not have to keep your rifle trained on him while we take him back."
He smiles back at the changeling.
"It will be alright, nopony will hurt you."
"Yes sir." The pegasus can't exactly hold a rifle well while walking anyways. He keeps it on the sling, but facing forward. The changeling drone does not smile back, but he does move forward. He finds the Sergeant of Squad C and Cornflake in the other room, and while the Sergeant is badly wounded, the unit is mobile.
"Building is clear. We are taking this changeling back to town hall and holding him there. You two alright?"
Sleetfall and Cornflake seem to have some bleeding from shrapnel, but they are standing. The Sargeant is in a similar situation to Silver.
The Sargeant asks
"You got a live one?"
"He does not speak Ponish, but I managed to talk him down. He is not to be harmed in any way, understood?"
"If you say so..." There's an almost begrudging tone to this response.
"While we escort him to Town Hall, I want your squad to check on equipment in Office and make sure everything is in working order, then gather corporal's body and return to Town Hall."
"Yes Sir." He wobbles, then winces
"I think I need a medic, sir."
Silver goes over to him, and examines his wounds.
Shranpel at multiple points on the barrel.
Silver sucks in his teeth.
"Ooo...that does not look good. Want me to try to get you fixed up?"
"I'll have the medic look at it." He answers. "And maybe get another NCO over here. We need to meet back up with the rest of the platoon."
"Hmm...okay, I will see what I can do when I get back to town hall."
Silver, presumably, is able to return to Townhall without incident. It is not a long walk
Once he arrives, changeling in tow, he looks for an unoccupied room that can be locked and used to hold the changeling.
There are a few rooms downstairs, including a pantry, a supply closet, and an office
Silver decides to try the office, since it's the least important and has places for the changeling to sit.
The presence of a filing cabinet and a desk means it's hard to rule out any objects in the room being usable as weapons. Then again, it's not clear that Changelings even need weapons to be dangerous
It may be a good idea to go through each and pick out items that could reasonably used as weapons.
A letter opener, a stapler, a couple pins.... can paperclips be used as weapons? What about this rock? Looks like someone took an orange sandstone and turned it into a paperweight or something. It's actually a pretty neat rock though.