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Occupied Equestria - Long Hard Ride
Anonymous
72d6971
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No.139000
139001
The adventure continues
1460 replies and 7 files omitted.
Anonymous
58c04a9
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No.140737
140746
>>140736
"Uh... how good are you with that?" He asks
Anonymous
0ff8760
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No.140738
140739
>>140735
"I feel like they are definitely coming to meet us anytime now," Iron commented in a half-whisper. "What do you think?"
Anonymous
58c04a9
?
No.140739
140740
>>140738
"Do they know it's us yet? If we move now, they won't know."
Anonymous
0ff8760
?
No.140740
140741
>>140739
"So we go directly to their table and kick their flanks there?" Iron would ask instead in a hushed manner.
Anonymous
58c04a9
?
No.140741
140742
>>140740
"Uh... I don't know" She answers
Anonymous
0ff8760
?
No.140742
140743
>>140741
"I see. What about table hopping to scout them out instead? See what sort of battle we have in store."
Anonymous
58c04a9
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No.140743
140744
>>140742
"If they don't know what we look like, we should try to find them first."
Anonymous
0ff8760
?
No.140744
140745
>>140743
"Then let us commence our execution," Iron declared as he figured out the potential paths to take in order to reach the esteemed "back" the waitress was talking about.
Anonymous
58c04a9
?
No.140745
140753
>>140744
There are three doors in the back (not counting a fourth off to the right that must link outside). It's easy to see one is probably a kitchen (steel doors), leaving two, one on the left in a corner, and another on the side opposite the entrance, more towards the left. The latter looks like it's more likely an entryway into an open area, with beige walls
Silver "The Floof" Sword
9226999
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No.140746
140747
>>140737
"I have plenty of experience with performing first aid in field like this."
Anonymous
58c04a9
?
No.140747
140748
>>140746
"Uh... okay." He answers
Silver "The Floof" Sword
9226999
?
No.140748
140749
>>140747
"Alright. Just in case, you may want to bite onto something."
Anonymous
58c04a9
?
No.140749
140750
>>140748
His eyes go wide, and he picks up a leather pouch used to hold stripper clips
9226999
?
No.140750
140751
[1d20+5 = 13]
>>140749
"Okay. Three, two, one..."

Heal: Focusing his magic around the bullet, Silver attempts to carefully extract it from the machinegunner's flesh.
Anonymous
58c04a9
?
No.140751
140752
>>140750
"AAAHHH!"
Some blood comes out. Silver doesn't feel like he is pulling flesh, or anything important, so that is good. but he either didn't get the bullet, or didn't pull it out.
Silver "The Floof" Sword
9226999
?
No.140752
140754
>>140751
"That is why I said to bite down. I almost have it..."
Anonymous
0ff8760
?
No.140753
140754
>>140745
Iron believes that the latter door that could potentially leave him to an open area to be the more likely place where the group might be currently eating, so he plans out a route to get there.
Anonymous
58c04a9
?
No.140754
140755 140758
>>140752
There's a slight whining sound

>>140753
The door is not very far away at all. Going closer to the left will, presumably, make it easier to look into - and be seen from - inside the room, while walking from the right along the line of booths may be a little harder to see from inside.

The door isn't far from the entrance of what is presumably the bathrooms.
9226999
?
No.140755
140756
[1d20+5 = 6]
>>140754
"Come on..."

Heal: Silver tries again, hopeful that he can succeed without causing his patient much more suffering.
Anonymous
58c04a9
?
No.140756
140757
>>140755
Okay, more blood. A lot more blood. Oh Celestia, why is there so much blood?
9226999
?
No.140757
140759
[1d20+5 = 16]
>>140756
Heal: Silver hurriedly tries to keep the machinegunner's blood inside of him.
Anonymous
0ff8760
?
No.140758
140760
>>140754
Sensing it'd be best to head right, Iron soon added that to his scouting plan.
Anonymous
58c04a9
?
No.140759
140761
>>140757
Silver forces a table cloth inside the machine gunner (one with few glass shards or bits of wood or paint, fortunately), and stops the outward bleeding. Hopefully it coagulates and stops bleeding inside. Hopefully.

"AAAHHH"
He bites down on on the leather bag. He also puts less weight on his left foreleg
Anonymous
58c04a9
?
No.140760
140763
>>140758
Alright, time to proceed with the sneaky (unless Sands is involved)
Silver "The Floof" Sword
9226999
?
No.140761
140762
>>140759
"Well...fuck. Sorry about that. You may want to take rest of that brandy."
Anonymous
58c04a9
?
No.140762
140766
>>140761
He removes the leather bag still wincing, and starts drinking
Anonymous
0ff8760
?
No.140763
140764
>>140760
Figuring it wouldn't hurt, Iron would tell Sands his secret plan to scout them out and come back here to properly discuss how to approach them.
Anonymous
58c04a9
?
No.140764
140765
>>140763
"Do you have a reason for being so close and so curious?" Sands asks
Anonymous
0ff8760
?
No.140765
140767
>>140764
"I, uh," Iron trailed off for a bit, unsure of what to say. "I am curious about their body parts?"
Silver "The Floof" Sword
9226999
?
No.140766
140767
>>140762
He pats his uninjured foreleg before going to pick up the deceased corporal's SMG and the spare ammo and magazines for it.
Anonymous
58c04a9
?
No.140767
140768 140770
>>140765
Sands narrows her eyes, scrunches, and pulls both ears down. The left one flops a bit.

>>140766
It's not the prettiest gun, but it works. 3 full magazines of 32 rounds, and one that is about half full in the gun.
Anonymous
0ff8760
?
No.140768
140769
>>140767
"Bad line," Iron concluded with a nod. "How about I am curious about their culture?"
Anonymous
58c04a9
?
No.140769
140774
>>140768
"Possible... I don't know how much they'll like it, but it's plausible."
Silver "The Floof" Sword
9226999
?
No.140770
140771
>>140767
Silver takes them, so he can properly support his soldiers in close quarters.

With this done, he goes to the bedroom to see if the ponies assigned to that window are still there.
Anonymous
4189ce3
?
No.140771
140772
>>140770
The pony in the smaller bedroom is gone entirely. The best guess is, he was the “buddy” of the pony assigned to link up with the other section.
Silver "The Floof" Sword
9226999
?
No.140772
140773
>>140771
Silver checks the bathroom, then.
Anonymous
4189ce3
?
No.140773
140775
>>140772
This little pony has come out of the bathroom, and is trying to be with the remaining ponies.
Anonymous
0ff8760
?
No.140774
140776
>>140769
Iron hummed for a second before presenting a potential third option. "How about 'I am interested in your stories from afar.'?"
Silver "The Floof" Sword
9226999
?
No.140775
140776
>>140773
Silver announces to the three remaining ponies.

"Alright, I am going to investigate Telephone Office. Remember to ask me code phrase when I get back, in case something happens."
Anonymous
4189ce3
?
No.140776
140777
>>140774
“I’m... not sure what that means, but maybe?”
She places both elbows on the table, and pulls her hair out of the way
“The thing is, stealth isn’t quite what you think. You’re not hunting animals in the forest. You don’t have to hide yourself because it doesn’t matter if they see you. They see ponies and whatever other creatures every day. It’s just another part of the scenery. Stealth is about hiding an intent. So long as they don’t suspect you have a hotline motivation, you are fine, mostly. So unless you actually want them to answer your questions - and maybe you do - what matters is that they really believe that is why you are back there, and you didn’t just go on a rampage by the seashore.”

>>140775
“Yes sir.” Says one

“Should somepony go with you?” Says another
Silver "The Floof" Sword
9226999
?
No.140777
140778
>>140776
"It would probably be smartest idea, if one of you was volunteering."
Anonymous
4189ce3
?
No.140778
140779
>>140777
The pony in the bathroom raises his hoof to volunteer.
Silver "The Floof" Sword
9226999
?
No.140779
140780 140781
>>140778
Silver smiles and nods to him.

"Alright, thank you. Come, let us see if they left communication equipment intact."
Anonymous
4189ce3
?
No.140780
140781
>>140779
The soldier nods, and the two go through the door, and down to outside.

[1d20 = 18] [1d20 = 20] [1d20 = 10] [1d20 = 8] [1d20 = 4]
Anonymous
4189ce3
?
No.140781
140782
>>140779
>>140780
Shortly after arriving outside, Silver is met with the two ponies he sent out in his section, and the Sargent of Squad C

“Sergeant Silver Sword. Nice work.” He addresses Silver
Silver "The Floof" Sword
9226999
?
No.140782
140783
>>140781
"Klutzy."
Anonymous
4189ce3
?
No.140783
140784
>>140782
“Wait, I know this one...”
Silver "The Floof" Sword
9226999
?
No.140784
140785
>>140783
Silver sighs in defeat. He takes a moment to read the name on the sergeant's uniform.

"Good enough, I suppose. I do not think changeling would have reacted to that in such manner."
Anonymous
58c04a9
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No.140785
140786
>>140784
Hornbeck

"Heh, they'd probably just shoot you. I heard about corporal Dunley. A shame to lose him. We need to secure the telephone office to make it count."
Silver "The Floof" Sword
9226999
?
No.140786
140787
>>140785
"Damn right. We were just about to go do that. You three going to come along?"
Anonymous
58c04a9
?
No.140787
140788
>>140786
"Yes sir." He answers

Silver can see the telephone building not far in front of him in the setting sunlight, with that roof that hangs over onto the side walk. He can see a small trickle of green-rusted blood heading into the side door
Silver "The Floof" Sword
9226999
?
No.140788
140790
>>140787
Silver motions for the group to be quiet as he takes point. He uses his telekinesis to open the door from a distance.
Anonymous
58c04a9
?
No.140790
140791
>>140788
The door opens.
Silver "The Floof" Sword
9226999
?
No.140791
140793 140794
>>140790
Silver procedes carefully into the building, keeping his head and SMG on a swivel.
Anonymous
58c04a9
?
No.140793
140794
>>140791
Tattattattattattat

[1d20 = 19] [1d20 = 14]
[1d20 = 1] [1d20 = 17]
[1d20 = 16] [1d20 = 18]
Anonymous
58c04a9
?
No.140794
140795
>>140791
>>140793
As soon as Silver peers over around the corner, he feels the sting of bullets, and hears the tattletale sound of a Changeling machinepistol.

[4d6 = 17]
Silver "The Floof" Sword
9226999
?
No.140795
140796
>>140794
The unicorn staggers backwards out of the building, falling onto his back and bleeding from two fresh new bulletholes in his chest. He coughs and spits up some blood, still alive but barely so.

"Urrgh...bad idea..."
Anonymous
58c04a9
?
No.140796
140797 140798 140799 140801 140802
>>140795
As soon as Silver falls down, the sargeant behind him yells,

"Cornflake! Pull him back! Sleetfall! Grenade!"

The Sargeant moves forward, and tosses in a grenade. Silver is pulled back by the pony from the masterbedroom, and the last pony moves forward, and likewise throws a grenade around the corner.

[1d20 = 20]
[1d20 = 15]
Anonymous
58c04a9
?
No.140797
140798 140800 140802
>>140796
And
[1d20 = 13]
Anonymous
58c04a9
?
No.140798
140799 140800
>>140796
>>140797
[1d20+2 = 4]
[1d20+2 = 22]

[1d20+3 = 12]
[1d20+2 = 22]
Anonymous
58c04a9
?
No.140799
>>140798
>>140796
[4d8 = 23]

[4d4 = 13]
Anonymous
58c04a9
?
No.140800
140802
>>140798
>>140797
[1d20+2 = 15]
Silver "The Floof" Sword
9226999
?
No.140801
140802 140803 140805
>>140796
Silver groans in pain, both from having been shot so many times in one day and from being ruffly handled while injured.

"Fucking...roaches..."
Anonymous
58c04a9
?
No.140802
140803 140804
>>140800
>>140796
>>140797
>>140801
What happens next, Silver is not to know. There is an explosion, then another loud explosion. What Silver learns in retrospect, is that the first grenade tossed into the room was tossed back out through the small crack of the door. Sleetfall, the Pegasus, frantically rushed in to push it away with his wings, pushing it away. One grenade detonates loudly inside of the telephone room. The grenade outside is pushed away somewhat down the street. Silver is already on the ground. The pony pulling Silver simply falls backwards on his back, and Sleetfall tumbles to the ground. The Sargeant, however, does not make it to the ground so quickly, and takes hits from shrapnel.
Anonymous
58c04a9
?
No.140803
140804 140805
>>140801
>>140802
Silver hears more ringing, but he can definitely hear a "Fucking hell, you'll pay for that!"
Silver "The Floof" Sword
9226999
?
No.140804
140806 140808
>>140802
>>140803
If Silver was to ever go deaf, this would be one of the contributers to it. The unicorn tries to roll over onto his side to get a look of what is going on.
Anonymous
58c04a9
?
No.140805
140806 140807 140808
>>140803
>>140801
The door to the office opens with the explosion inside. A private, looks to be Sleetfall, gets up, pick up his rifle, and charges into the office with his bayonet-fixed rifle
"AAAAHHHH!"

[1d20+3 = 7]
Anonymous
58c04a9
?
No.140806
>>140804
>>140805
[1d20 = 3]

[1d20 = 2]
Silver "The Floof" Sword
9226999
?
No.140807
140808
>>140805
He is going to get himself killed.

Coughing and sputtering, and having to spit out some more blood, Silver tries to get his hooves underneath him.
Anonymous
58c04a9
?
No.140808
140809
>>140804
>>140805
Looking inside of the office, Silver can see a changeling drone in Equestrian uniform - no pretense at being a pony, but still wearing the uniform of an Equestrian armorer - starting to get up off the ground. Sleetfall is quick to get up, picks up a rifle, and charges at the drone as if with a lance. By misfortune or by daze, Sleetflall misses his bayonet.

Cornflake tries to get up, and aim his rifle.

>>140807
If desired, roll initiative
9226999
?
No.140809
140810
[1d20+4 = 24]
>>140808
Anonymous
58c04a9
?
No.140810
140811
>>140809
Silver jumps up to his hooves almost immediately.

With the door opened, Silver can see there are two drones in the room. One with a rifle who appears to be downed. The other wearing an Equestrian army uniform with an armorer's markings, who seems to be a Changeling non-commissioned officer. He is bleeding profusely and must have had the disguise blown right off of him, but he is starting to get up, and he is levitating his machinepistol. Sleetfall has run right into the office, but has failed to stick the drone with his bayonet.
Silver "The Floof" Sword
9226999
?
No.140811
140812
>>140810
Is Sleetfall in the line of fire between Silver and the drone?
Anonymous
58c04a9
?
No.140812
140813
>>140811
He missed, so he'd be off to the side
Silver "The Floof" Sword
9226999
?
No.140813
140814 140815
>>140812
[1d20+4 = 22] [1d20+4 = 18]
[1d20+4 = 21] [1d20+4 = 16]
[1d20+4 = 11] [1d20+4 = 21]

Silver aims the SMG he got from the late Corporal Dunley, and fires a burst at the changeling.

Tattattattattattat
9226999
?
No.140814
140815
[10d6 = 32]
>>140813
Anonymous
58c04a9
?
No.140815
140816
>>140813
>>140814
Silver shoots true, and a hit, hit, hit, hit, and another hit takes the drone. The bullets create small but noticeable blood splatters, and push his body ever so slightly, until the creature falls back down on its back on the floor, mouth hanging open.
Silver "The Floof" Sword
9226999
?
No.140816
140817
>>140815
"That..." *cough* "...is for Dunley..."

Silver slumps down now that his work is done, setting the SMG aside.
Anonymous
58c04a9
?
No.140817
140818
>>140816
Silver and the other sargent are badly wounded. Sleetfall moves up, and bayonets the other drone. Cornflake enters

"Sergeant? Sergeant?"
Silver "The Floof" Sword
9226999
?
No.140818
140819
>>140817
"...which one?"

Even with all of his light grey fur, Silver still looks rather pale. He waves off the question.

"Nevermind, nevermind. See to Sergeant Hornbeck. Just need moment..."
Anonymous
58c04a9
?
No.140819
140820
>>140818
He moves out of the room
"Yes, Sargeant."

Meanwhile, a form moves up from behind the counter
Silver "The Floof" Sword
9226999
?
No.140820
140821
>>140819
Silver picks up his SMG again, and weakly stands up to face the figure. He aims down sights at it.

"Don't move..."
Anonymous
58c04a9
?
No.140821
140822
>>140820
Silver sees it is the same grey pegasus mare with long braided mane and brown sweater from when he came before. She looks back at him, with both forehooves in the air
Silver "The Floof" Sword
9226999
?
No.140822
140823
>>140821
"Stay right there, do not do anything."

He shouts back as best as he is able in his current state.

"Sleetfall, keep watch on this civilian, I need to check she has not been replaced."
Anonymous
58c04a9
?
No.140823
140824
>>140822
"Yes sir." He says

The mare tries to relax her forelegs and wings, still standing there. She speaks

"I work here." She says in plain ponish.
Silver "The Floof" Sword
9226999
?
No.140824
140825
>>140823
Silver steps forward slowly, bringing his flashlight out.

"I know, just please do not do anything until I say so."
Anonymous
58c04a9
?
No.140825
140826
>>140824
She lets out a breath, and starts to tuck her wings into sweater, still standing there
Silver "The Floof" Sword
9226999
?
No.140826
140827
>>140825
Silver gets up to her, and shines the flashlight in her eyes.
Anonymous
58c04a9
?
No.140827
140828
>>140826
The eyes reflect back as green orbs.
Silver "The Floof" Sword
9226999
?
No.140828
140829 140830
>>140827
Silver nods, figuring this was the answer. He turns his flashlight off, and looks at her.

"Alright. Please, answer honestly: are you changeling?"
Anonymous
58c04a9
?
No.140829
140830 140831 140832
>>140828
Her mouth, in gritted teeth, starts to relax, as she moves her hooves down. She is silent for a number of seconds after Silver asks his question. Then she moves her wings forward under the sweater, and her hooves meet her wings.

"Hail Chrysalis"

Roll Initiative
Anonymous
58c04a9
?
No.140830
140833
>>140829
>>140828
[1d20 = 16]
9226999
?
No.140831
140832 140833 140835 140836 140838 140839
[1d20+4 = 5]
>>140829
Anonymous
58c04a9
?
No.140832
140834
>>140831
>>140829
The alleged mare pushes a pistol out from under her sweater with her wings to her hooves, and aims it at Silver.

One more element to consider:
[1d20+2 = 15]
Anonymous
58c04a9
?
No.140833
140834
>>140830
>>140831
She gets the drop on Silver, firing at him

[1d20}
Anonymous
58c04a9
?
No.140834
140835
>>140833
>>140832
[1d20 = 6]
Anonymous
58c04a9
?
No.140835
140836
>>140834
>>140831
She misses her first shot. Private Sleetfall, standing there with his rifle, fires a shot at her

[1d20+1 = 16]
Anonymous
58c04a9
?
No.140836
140838
>>140835
>>140831
His shot hits her, spraying a pattern of purplish blood across the counter

[2d8 = 10]
Anonymous
58c04a9
?
No.140837
[1d2 = 2]
Anonymous
58c04a9
?
No.140838
140839
>>140831
>>140836
She stumbles backwards from the shot, and fires again

[1d20-2 = 11]
Anonymous
58c04a9
?
No.140839
140840
>>140831
>>140838
She misses in her dazed state.

After putting his flashlight down to pick up his gun, Silver fumbled. But he is ready now.

Silver's turn
Silver "The Floof" Sword
9226999
?
No.140840
140841
>>140839
[1d20+4 = 19] [1d20+4 = 19]
[1d20+4 = 6] [1d20+4 = 11]

Silver fires a short burst from his SMG point blank at the changeling.

Tattattattat
Anonymous
58c04a9
?
No.140841
140842
>>140840
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 "The Floof" Sword
9226999
?
No.140842
140843
>>140841
Silver isn't entirely sure it's possible for changelings, but just in case, he checks for a pulse.
Anonymous
58c04a9
?
No.140843
140844
>>140842
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 "The Floof" Sword
9226999
?
No.140844
140845
>>140843
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."
Anonymous
58c04a9
?
No.140845
140846
>>140844
"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."
Silver "The Floof" Sword
9226999
?
No.140846
140847
>>140845
"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."
Anonymous
58c04a9
?
No.140847
140848
>>140846
He is silent for a moment, then answers
"True"

There is a door to the left of the counter, with a rifle next to it
Silver "The Floof" Sword
9226999
?
No.140848
140849
>>140847
Silver focuses his magic around the door handle, and opens the door from a distance.
Anonymous
58c04a9
?
No.140849
140850
>>140848
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 "The Floof" Sword
9226999
?
No.140850
140851
>>140849
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.
Anonymous
58c04a9
?
No.140851
140852
>>140850
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 "The Floof" Sword
9226999
?
No.140852
140853
>>140851
Silver winces at the sight of the wounded, disguised changeling. He doesn't advance any further.

"We got you really good, huh?"
Anonymous
58c04a9
?
No.140853
140854 140855
>>140852
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.
Anonymous
58c04a9
?
No.140854
>>140853
[1d10 = 3]
Silver "The Floof" Sword
9226999
?
No.140855
140856 140857
>>140853
"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."
Anonymous
58c04a9
?
No.140856
>>140855
[1d10 = 2]
Anonymous
58c04a9
?
No.140857
140858
>>140855
The creature just sits there, still looking at Silver, and still wheezing in pain.
Silver "The Floof" Sword
9226999
?
No.140858
140859
>>140857
"Can you understand what I am saying?"
Anonymous
58c04a9
?
No.140859
140860
>>140858
It moves its head a little higher, but does not respond
Silver "The Floof" Sword
9226999
?
No.140860
140861
>>140859
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."
Anonymous
58c04a9
?
No.140861
140862
>>140860
He does not nod.
Silver "The Floof" Sword
9226999
?
No.140862
140863
>>140861
"Argh..."

He turns to Sleetfall.

"Does anypony in platoon speak or write Changeling?"
Anonymous
58c04a9
?
No.140863
140864
>>140862
"I... am not sure?"
Silver "The Floof" Sword
9226999
?
No.140864
140865
>>140863
"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?"
Anonymous
58c04a9
?
No.140865
140866
>>140864
"That, I can."
He cycles the bolt in his rifle.

The creature's ears go up
Silver "The Floof" Sword
9226999
?
No.140866
140930
>>140865
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.
Anonymous
58c04a9
?
No.140930
140931
>>140866
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 "The Floof" Sword
9226999
?
No.140931
140932 140934
>>140930
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."
Anonymous
58c04a9
?
No.140932
140933
>>140931
The creature turns its ears and eyes to Silver. It's eyes are very wide. It has made no movement on the grenade

Roll intelligence
9226999
?
No.140933
140934
[1d20-1 = 9]
>>140932
Anonymous
58c04a9
?
No.140934
140935
>>140933
>>140931
The grenade could require constant pressure on the handle to keep from detonating
Silver "The Floof" Sword
9226999
?
No.140935
140936
>>140934
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..."
Anonymous
58c04a9
?
No.140936
140937
>>140935
At least there is no movement on the grenade. The creature continues breathing heavily, ears tilted towards Silver and eyes wide
Silver "The Floof" Sword
9226999
?
No.140937
140938
>>140936
Silver takes another step, trying to convey as non-threatening body language as he can.

"Just like that, nice and calm..."
Anonymous
58c04a9
?
No.140938
140939
>>140937
Roll charisma
9226999
?
No.140939
140940
[1d20-1 = 16]
>>140938
Anonymous
58c04a9
?
No.140940
140941
>>140939
The creature lets Silver close the distance without opposition. Silver is now within five feet of the creature
Silver "The Floof" Sword
9226999
?
No.140941
140942 140943
>>140940
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."
Anonymous
58c04a9
?
No.140942
>>140941
[1d2 = 2]
Anonymous
58c04a9
?
No.140943
140944
>>140941
The creature does not relinquish the grenade
Silver "The Floof" Sword
9226999
?
No.140944
140945
>>140943
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."
Anonymous
58c04a9
?
No.140945
140946
>>140944
The creature does seem to edge its legs forward, and at least, has not attacked Silver
Silver "The Floof" Sword
9226999
?
No.140946
140947
>>140945
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.
Anonymous
58c04a9
?
No.140947
140948
>>140946
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 "The Floof" Sword
9226999
?
No.140948
140949
>>140947
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?"
Anonymous
58c04a9
?
No.140949
140950
>>140948
The creature seems surprised by this, but at least, Silver has a grip over the handle of the grenade
Silver "The Floof" Sword
9226999
?
No.140950
140951
>>140949
Silver carefully tries to pull the grenade out of the creature's grasp.
Anonymous
58c04a9
?
No.140951
140952
>>140950
And Silver manages it. It is confirmed that the pin is not in the grenade.
Silver "The Floof" Sword
9226999
?
No.140952
140953
>>140951
That's not good. Is the charging handle still in place?
Anonymous
58c04a9
?
No.140953
140954
>>140952
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 "The Floof" Sword
9226999
?
No.140954
140955
>>140953
Silver lets out a sigh of relief. With a hoof, he points to where the pin is supposed to be.

"Pin?"
Anonymous
58c04a9
?
No.140955
140956
>>140954
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 "The Floof" Sword
9226999
?
No.140956
140957
>>140955
Silver extends a tendril of magic to feel the area the changeling looks at for any sign of the pin.
Anonymous
58c04a9
?
No.140957
140958
>>140956
Roll wisdom
9226999
?
No.140958
140959
[1d20+3 = 9]
>>140957
Anonymous
58c04a9
?
No.140959
140960
>>140958
Silver does not feel the pin on the ground
Silver "The Floof" Sword
9226999
?
No.140960
140961 140962
>>140959
He looks up to the changeling, and points again to where the pin should be in the grenade.

"Can you help?"

"Can you
Anonymous
58c04a9
?
No.140961
140962
>>140960
[1d20 = 9]

[1d20 = 15]
Anonymous
58c04a9
?
No.140962
140963
>>140960
>>140961
The creature remains sitting their, holding the uniform to it
Silver "The Floof" Sword
9226999
?
No.140963
140964
>>140962
Silver tries searching for the pin again using a tendril of magic.
9226999
?
No.140964
140965
[1d20+3 = 5]
>>140963
Anonymous
58c04a9
?
No.140965
140966
>>140964
Silver does not find it
Silver "The Floof" Sword
9226999
?
No.140966
140967
>>140965
He scrunches his nose in frustration, before tapping where the pin is supposed to go again.

"Can, you, help, find, pin?"
Anonymous
58c04a9
?
No.140967
140968
>>140966
The creature moves its foreleg around, and with aura of green magic, pulls up the pin from under the uniform.
Silver "The Floof" Sword
9226999
?
No.140968
140969
>>140967
Silver smiles, takes it, and attempts to put it back in.
Anonymous
58c04a9
?
No.140969
140970
>>140968
The pin is locked back into place.

The creature breathes lighter and faster
Silver "The Floof" Sword
9226999
?
No.140970
140971
>>140969
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?"
Anonymous
58c04a9
?
No.140971
140972
>>140970
"They are all wearing Equestrian Army uniforms anyways. I can cut some off. Ought to be shot as spies."
Silver "The Floof" Sword
9226999
?
No.140972
140973
>>140971
"Duly noted."

Silver in the meantime watches over the changeling. He places a hoof over his own chest.

"Silver Sword. My name is Silver Sword."
Anonymous
58c04a9
?
No.140973
140974
>>140972
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 "The Floof" Sword
9226999
?
No.140974
140975
>>140973
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?"
Anonymous
58c04a9
?
No.140975
140976
>>140974
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.
9226999
?
No.140976
140977
[1d20+5 = 16]
>>140975
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.
Anonymous
58c04a9
?
No.140977
140978
>>140976
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 "The Floof" Sword
9226999
?
No.140978
140979
>>140977
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?"
Anonymous
58c04a9
?
No.140979
140980
>>140978
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.
Silver "The Floof" Sword
9226999
?
No.140980
140981
>>140979
"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.
Anonymous
58c04a9
?
No.140981
140982
>>140980
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.
Silver "The Floof" Sword
9226999
?
No.140982
140983
>>140981
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."
Anonymous
58c04a9
?
No.140983
140984
>>140982
"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.
Silver "The Floof" Sword
9226999
?
No.140984
140985
>>140983
"Building is clear. We are taking this changeling back to town hall and holding him there. You two alright?"
Anonymous
58c04a9
?
No.140985
140986
>>140984
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?"
Silver "The Floof" Sword
9226999
?
No.140986
140987
>>140985
Silver nods.

"He does not speak Ponish, but I managed to talk him down. He is not to be harmed in any way, understood?"
Anonymous
58c04a9
?
No.140987
140988
>>140986
"If you say so..." There's an almost begrudging tone to this response.
Silver "The Floof" Sword
9226999
?
No.140988
140989
>>140987
Silver nods.

"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."
Anonymous
58c04a9
?
No.140989
140990
>>140988
"Yes Sir." He wobbles, then winces
"I think I need a medic, sir."
Silver "The Floof" Sword
9226999
?
No.140990
140991
>>140989
Silver goes over to him, and examines his wounds.
Anonymous
58c04a9
?
No.140991
140992
>>140990
Shranpel at multiple points on the barrel.
Silver "The Floof" Sword
9226999
?
No.140992
140993
>>140991
Silver sucks in his teeth.

"Ooo...that does not look good. Want me to try to get you fixed up?"
Anonymous
58c04a9
?
No.140993
140994
>>140992
"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."
Silver "The Floof" Sword
9226999
?
No.140994
140995
>>140993
"Hmm...okay, I will see what I can do when I get back to town hall."
Anonymous
58c04a9
?
No.140995
140996
>>140994
"Yes sir."

Silver, presumably, is able to return to Townhall without incident. It is not a long walk
Silver "The Floof" Sword
9226999
?
No.140996
140997
>>140995
Once he arrives, changeling in tow, he looks for an unoccupied room that can be locked and used to hold the changeling.
Anonymous
58c04a9
?
No.140997
140998
>>140996
There are a few rooms downstairs, including a pantry, a supply closet, and an office
Silver "The Floof" Sword
9226999
?
No.140998
140999
>>140997
Silver decides to try the office, since it's the least important and has places for the changeling to sit.
Anonymous
58c04a9
?
No.140999
141001
>>140998
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
Silver "The Floof" Sword
9226999
?
No.141001
141002 141003 141005
>>140999
It may be a good idea to go through each and pick out items that could reasonably used as weapons.
Anonymous
58c04a9
?
No.141003
>>141001
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.