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>>140951That's not good. Is the charging handle still in place?
>>140952Yes. 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.
>>140953Silver lets out a sigh of relief. With a hoof, he points to where the pin is supposed to be.
"Pin?"
>>140954The 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
>>140955Silver extends a tendril of magic to feel the area the changeling looks at for any sign of the pin.
>>140958Silver does not feel the pin on the ground
>>140959He looks up to the changeling, and points again to where the pin should be in the grenade.
"Can you help?"
"Can you
>>140960>>140961The creature remains sitting their, holding the uniform to it
>>140962Silver tries searching for the pin again using a tendril of magic.
>>140965He scrunches his nose in frustration, before tapping where the pin is supposed to go again.
"Can, you, help, find, pin?"
>>140966The creature moves its foreleg around, and with aura of green magic, pulls up the pin from under the uniform.
>>140967Silver smiles, takes it, and attempts to put it back in.
>>140968The pin is locked back into place.
The creature breathes lighter and faster
>>140969Silver 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?"
>>140970"They are all wearing Equestrian Army uniforms anyways. I can cut some off. Ought to be shot as spies."
>>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."
>>140972The 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."
>>140973Silver 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?"
>>140974The 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.
[1d20+5 = 16]>>140975Silver 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.
>>140976The 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.
>>140977Silver smiles at his hoofwork, and gets up.
"There. Almost as good as new."
He holds a forehoof out to the changeling.
"Can you stand?"
>>140978The 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.
>>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.
>>140980The 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.
>>140981The 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."
>>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.
>>140983"Building is clear. We are taking this changeling back to town hall and holding him there. You two alright?"
>>140984Sleetfall 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?"
>>140985Silver nods.
"He does not speak Ponish, but I managed to talk him down. He is not to be harmed in any way, understood?"
>>140986"If you say so..." There's an almost begrudging tone to this response.
>>140987Silver 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."
>>140988"Yes Sir." He wobbles, then winces
"I think I need a medic, sir."
>>140989Silver goes over to him, and examines his wounds.
>>140990Shranpel at multiple points on the barrel.
>>140991Silver sucks in his teeth.
"Ooo...that does not look good. Want me to try to get you fixed up?"
>>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."
>>140993"Hmm...okay, I will see what I can do when I get back to town hall."
>>140994"Yes sir."
Silver, presumably, is able to return to Townhall without incident. It is not a long walk
>>140995Once he arrives, changeling in tow, he looks for an unoccupied room that can be locked and used to hold the changeling.
>>140996There are a few rooms downstairs, including a pantry, a supply closet, and an office
>>140997Silver decides to try the office, since it's the least important and has places for the changeling to sit.
>>140998The 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
>>140999It may be a good idea to go through each and pick out items that could reasonably used as weapons.
>>141001A 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.