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>>139627Silver wraps a telekinetic sheath over the SMG, and tosses it aside.
"Do not move muscle."
>>139628He keeps moving, like he's trying to get up
>>139629"Final warning. Do not move."
Silver keeps his rifle trained on the changeling.
>>139630The alleged pony sits up, baring its gritted teeth at Silver. It magically undoes its pouch.
[1d20+10 = 13]>>139631Silver shoots at the changeling.
>>139634Silver shoots the creature in its belly, which is enough to make it slink over to its side. A green fire comes down it, burning away and revealing a changeling drone with a large number of open blue wounds. the end of a Changeling-style grenade pops out of its open pouch
>>139635"I told you."
He calls out into the hallway.
"Clear."
>>139636A soldier cone and peeps into the mess of the room
“I hope they’ll forgive what we’ve done to the mayor’s office” he says
>>139637"Offices can be rebuilt, but ponies can not be brought back from dead. I think they will not mind."
He looks back to the soldier.
"Tell rest of B Squad to finish performing sweep of town hall, then meet me outside. Our work is not finished yet."
>>139638"Sir, yes sir!"
He goes off to meet with other soldiers
But outside, Silver can already hear rifle shots, then machine gun fire
>>139639Silver rushes out to see where the gunfire is at.
>>139640Silver can hear it from the direction of the back of town hall; i.e., A company.
Does Silver go outside before the full clearing of the building?
>>139641Uh...unless something important is supposed to happen?
>>139642Okay, so silver goes outside.
What do?
>>139643Well, he was suppose to go investigate the gunshots behind the town hall.
>>139644Going down the central hallway of town hall, silver sees a hallway that leads to a door. Peaking out the door onto the street, silver can see that A company, stationed in the second floor of the small brick fire station across the street, is engaged in fire with other enemies, hard to see from that location
>>139645Silver advances towards the fire station, trying to get in contact with the ponies or not-ponies inside.
>>139648Uh, well B squad is still in town hall, C squad and the machine gun section is unengaged, and A squad is engaged behind the town hall in the fire station.
>>139649Eeyup. And now he's heading to see whether the ones in the fire station are ponies or changelings.
>>139650Silver would have to run out into open fire to cross the street, and could be shot.
>>139651In that case, it is probably best that he stay in town hall and assist B Squad until he has covering fire.
>>139659Any more specific actions?
>>139660Besides performing a sweep of town hall? Not really.
>>139661From his position in the office on the far end Silver can see that there are four doors. Two on the right, one on the left, and one at the end.
>>139662Silver goes to the first door on the right.
>>139663This room looks to be a mundane bathroom with a single toilet, blue tile floors, a basket and a window on the far side. It's a narrow room.
>>139664Hmm...door on the left, then.
>>139665Technically this is the second door on the left, as the staiwell Silver came in from is also on the left.
This is a narrow supply closet that wraps around, with stacks of paper, a set of pens, a simple paper cups among other things.
What is less in-place, is what lies down on the ground: a green sleeping bag that looks to be full. It lies in such a position that it takes up essentially the full space between shelves.
>>139666"That is unusual..."
Silver investigates this 'green sleeping bag' with his flashlight.
>>139667It seems to be completely zipped up and full. It's the standard cotton and nylon bag issued to the Equestrian Army.
>>139669Silver cannot make out many details through the thin, nigh transparent covering of silk that encases what is before him. Yet what Silver can gather is that under the layer of white-tinted gossamer is a light brown unicorn with his eyes closed and mouth open - technical private Hazelfront.
>>139670"Private!"
Silver is relieved that he's found his missing private, but figures that until the town is secure it is not a good idea pulling him out just yet. He whispers to Hazelfront before zipping him back up.
"I am coming back for you."
Next, he tries the second door on the right.
>>139671This room is marked "records" above the door, and inside are a number of file cabinets, shelves, and cardboard boxes
>>139672Interesting. He definitely marks this room for further inspection later, as the records may hold things of value. For now, however, he inspects the room on the end.
>>139673Silver enters this room to see:
A pair of desks, each facing towards the center. A wall that seems to hold a black, telephone switch board with cables (albeit now many applicable holes), a pair of telephones, a chair near the entrance, an over turned chair near one of the desks, an upright chair by the other desk, and windows on each side of the room. Both desks have papers on them, while one has a headset, and another has an apple core on top. The room smells of cigarette smoke.
>>139674Silver curses himself somewhat for not knowing how to contact command using telephones. Doing so would undoubtably be so much faster than telegraphs.
>>139675There is a slight bumping sound, as if against wood
>>139676Silver pulls his rifle in front of him, and turns towards the direction of the noise.
>>139677It seems to be from the direction of the desk on the left. No creature is visible popping out from behind the desk... yet.
>>139678Silver calls out to the desk, and whoever may or may not be behind it.
"Whoever you are, come out slowly and put your hooves where I can see them."
>>139679A beige furred pair of ears pop up, and then a muzzle and dark blue eyes. Then a thin pony sits up, hooves raised. The form is decidedly female, her hair is back and she wears an Equestrian Army uniform.
>>139680Silver nods slowly.
"Alright. Good. Now...changeling or pony?"
>>139682He nods again.
"Okay. Now, here is what I am going to do. I am going to come over there, and test you to see if you really are pony or not. Regardless of what test shows, even if it turns out you are changeling, as long as you stay still and do not try anything you will not get hurt. Understand?"
>>139683She nods, slowly.
In the corner of Silver's eye, he can see something rising up behind him
>>139684Silver turns around to face whatever this threat is.
>>139685Behind Silver, rising up from the second desk is another pony; a pegasus mare with a bright dandelion coat and a brown mane tied in a pony tail. She, too, wears an Equestrian Army uniform and no hat.
>>139686"Stay right there!"
Silver trains his gun on her.
>>139687Silver may want to be careful as to where he stands, as the desks are perpendicular to each other and it's easy for Silver to be blind to one while facing the other.
>>139688I assume there is a spot Silver can back up to where he has some measure of view of them both?
>>139689Without them moving? Silver can move to the entry door, or maybe even to either of the windows, but it will place him at a distance from at least one of the two ponies, wherever he moves
>>139690Silver backs up to the entry door, turning to aim first at earth pony, then the pegasus, and back again.
>>139691The earth pony is very frightened, with the dandelion pegasus having a more blank expression
>>139692Once he's back to the entryway, he keeps the two in his sights.
"Okay, slight change of plans. I am going to call for assistance, then I will test you two..."
He calls out into the hallway while maintaining line of sight.
"I got two non-combatants here. Second floor, last room. If anypony can hear me, I need assistance."
>>139693Enthusiastically, a pair of ponies come over from the office on the far side. It looks like several members of the squad, including the two grenadiers Silver came with, have gone to the office taken up by the machine gunner's nest. Now, two rifle ponies come into the room, with fixed bayonets.
>>139694"Alright, same deal as before. Pony or not, you do
not try anything funny. Understand?"
>>139695"Uh huh"
"Yes sir"
They respond, nodding, and clearly unsettled by the situation, as two rife stallions come forward, and point their bayonets towards the mares.
>>139696Silver nods, and first checks the pegasus with his flashlight.
>>139697He eyes are magenta. She narrows her eyes, but does not close them. There is no visible abnormality.
>>139698"Clear."
He motions for the riflestallion to let her go before he goes to check the earth pony.
>>139699He drops his rifle down, and the dandelion Pegasus stands up.
Looking into the earth pony's deep blue eyes, there is no unusual coloration, though the bright light turns her whites yellow. She does not flinch
>>139700"Clear."
He motions for this riflestallion to let her go as well.
"I am deeply sorry for such rude welcome, but we are currently still in middle of combat zone. Platoon Sargent Silver Sword."
>>139701"Uh, Private Primrose"
She tries to stand up on her feet, and smiles awkwardly back at Silver
>>139702Silver smiles, and looks back at the pegasus.
"And you?"
>>139703Her expression is still a little blank. She blinks, and answers
"Private Thistle Brush, Sir."
>>139704He speaks briefly to the two riflestallions.
"Our missing Technical Private is in storage closet, couple of rooms over. Tell either Amber Grain or Brisbuck so we can retrieve him once town is secured."
He turns back to the two mares.
"You two aware of what is going on?"
>>139705"Damn... Sir, Yes Sir." One of the two rifle stallions answers. They leave the room.
Thistle Bush starts to answer
"Well... the phone lines went out. We only had some paperwork that could be done, but we came up here anyways to get away from the stallions. A combat platoon showed up... Then bullets started to fly and we hid under our desks."
>>139706"Sounds right. That combat platoon is us, we just came up from Wald today. Changelings infiltrated significant part of 332nd, including replacing Captain Forrester and his guards. Seems your desire to keep away from platoon's stallions kept you both from being replaced."
He looks at the telephone switchboard.
"I assume it was this morning when you last checked telephone lines. I sent A Squad to repair sabotaged lines just before shooting started. Can you check them now? We need to get message to Command immediately about our current situation."
>>139707“Well, they stopped working sometime last night. I’m not sure if they work to The Front. Maybe they work now, I don’t know.”
Thistle Bruah puts on a head set, and goes to the board, placing the wire in one slot.
“Busy”
Then another
“This one, I think leads back to the Quartermaster in Wald...”
She tries another one
“Something seems off. Not like the line is down, but there is more traffic than the lines can handle...”
>>139708Silver trots up to Thistle Brush, and points to the last one she tried.
"Where does that go?"
>>139709“That line was supposed to go to the state capitol in Chemeketa, but it’s rewired to the Front.”
>>139710It takes a second for that to sink in, and when it does it sinks like a rock dropped into a lake. Silver feels like his heart has stopped for a few moments before he comes back and looks at Private Thistle Brush. He looks like he's seen a ghost.
"Private...that line leads from Front to here, and this is primary point of communication between Front and Command. There is only one reason I can think of why that line is overwhelmed with traffic..."
>>139711Thistle Brush hasn’t smiled the whole time Silver has been there, and she doesn’t start now.
“I’m guessing it’s not because they are wondering when the next shipment of carrots will arrive.”
In the silence that follows, the distant thud and thunder creeps into the room.
>>139712He looks up at the sound, knocked out of his semi-trance and into action. He knows what that thunder means, now.
"Changelings are making their assault on our lines
now. They sent Infiltrators ahead to sabotage telegraph and telephone lines so Command would be deaf. Private, patch us in with Wald, immediately. Tell them to either get in touch with Command or find somepony who can, Changelings are attacking
now."
>>139713Her eyes widen, and she is silenced for a moment, before answering Silver.
“Uh, you can only do so much here. The lines rewired here are for speaking to the supply chain on the Front and the quartermaster in Wald. If you want to try more general lines, I think you may have more luck at the Lunar Telephone and Telegraph Office here in town. The lines that run along Old Mecca’s Trail, and along the railroad line from Benson - I think that town is even closer to the front - are all routes through there before going east to Virtue and the Wald. Unless you want to speak with the Quartermaster.”
>>139714"Can Quartermaster get in touch with Command?"
>>139715She shrugs
“Probably? He’s a commissioned officer.”
>>139716"Then get in touch with him. Every pony we can contact about this is one more chance we can stop this assault before Changelings destroy us all."
>>139717“Uh, okay. I can try. They may not like to hear it. They are already afraid to send trains through. Now they will be even more afraid, but they will have no choice.”
>>139718"Please, do so Thistle."
He looks to Private Primrose.
"Primrose, is there anything you can do about line from Front, any way to sort out traffic so we can get some idea of what is going on?"
>>139719“I think the telephone office has the main line, so it’s possible to tap into people’s conversations there. I don’t think we can do it here. Maybe if we call somepony will have the time to tell us?”
She gives a toothy smile that’s a bit nervous.
>>139721She places the line in the appropriate slot in the board, puts on the headset, and moves the rotary several times, before waiting ona response.
“Hello? Hello? Yes, we know about the water shortage. Oh. Well, sorry to hear about that, but can we get a situation report? Oh. Well I know you’re busy. Yes. I understand. Thank you.”
They are not on the line a full minute.
She turns to Silver
“The Changelings have begun a mass scale bombardment across the entire line. There is no assault yet, but they are expecting a night attack, or an attack at the break of dawn. That is all they could tell me.”
>>139724"Relay that information to Quartermaster so he may send it to Command. They have been in dark for far too long."
Silver lets out a sigh of relief.
"So, our death is not imminent. Given circumstances, I will take it."
>>139725“Oh, okay.... Are the Changelings gone here?”
>>139726"No, A Squad is still in combat with them. I am waiting for B Squad to finish sweep of building before joining them...or at least finding out which group is actualy A Squad and which are changelings."
>>139727This unsettles her
“Oh... alright then. I’ll sit back here, if you don’t mind.”
>>139728"Good idea. I am going to go check on troops. Lock this door after I leave. So you know we are ponies when we return, we will say 'klutzy' through door, to which you will reply 'draconequus' to let us know you are ponies. Understood?"
>>139729“Fluxy what now? Uh, yes. I will do so.”
>>139730"Klutzy, draconequus. It is sign and countersign we are using to distinguish ourselves as being ponies, not changelings. Memorize it, please."
hopes to continue tomorrow
>>139731>>139735She gives a small smile. "Okay, sir."
The gunfire has since stopped.
Within ten seconds, the following two things happen. The distant thunder stops, and the small lights on the switch board go out.
>>139737"That is not good sign."
Silver goes to where the former mayor's office, to see how much of B Squad is there.