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>>140100Doctor:
“And if you are caught, it’s just a personal visit to family.” He smiles.
>>140101"I suppose. Though we won't be caught."
>>140102Doctor:
"Yes. That's the spirit."
>>140104Okay, either cut to arrive in Whinnyapolis, or move to coach car
Which will likely lead to arrival >>140105We can move to the arrival now.
>>140106It's perhaps one and a half to two hours, Spark feels the train slowing, and then stopping.
Doctor:
"We must be arriving in station."
>>140107Spark heads to the coach to get ready to exit.
>>140108Makade pulls his rifle back into the coffin as Waabishki places the lid back on Miskobag's coffin. Spark finds the door at the back, and is able to go through it, through the vestibule, and through the door into the coach. Spark sees the ponies inside the coach car, though it's less than half full. More earth ponies than any other race, and a surprising - or not surprising - number of Crystal ponies. They wear old woven sweaters and heavy coats, and look up at the passing ponies if they look up at all. At the end of the car are two seats together. Looking outside, Spark can see they are already at the platform - an island, mostly empty, of brick and concrete. Nopony stands to get off.
A white unicorn stallion with a ragged coat walks inside, declaring "have your tickets and ID ready to present." He comes in turn to Spark and the doctor.
>>140117Spark nods the doctor over.
>>140120The doctor smiles and blinks, evidently not understanding
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"Tickets and ID" the attendant says
>>140122"I'm with the doctor here."
>>140125Spark shows his fake ID from the boarder crossing.
"I said I'm with the doc here. The changelings on the line when I boarded said I was free to ride due to the nature of the cargo we are carrying. It is urgent."
Silver shouts "GRENADE!" while diving to kick the grenade away from the group.
>>140126He blinks, and picks up the ID with blue unicorn magic, examining it
The Doctor:
"Yes... we're escorting medical... 'waste,' if you will, from Blackwood. Some discretion is requested from the Gendarme. The regional commander will appreciate it."
The doctor gives the attendant his ID, and the attendant backs off. Attendant:
"Very well. You are cleared."
And Spark and the doctor may leave
>>140128Spark helps the doctor unload the coffins.
>>140121>>140127Silver sees the grenade coming to a resting position in front of his group. He immediately rushes forward and kicks it to push it away, before trying his hardest to throw himself to the ground.
There is a loud sound, a stinging sensation, and then tinnitus making it difficult to hear much at all.
[1d6 = 2][2d6 = 3][2d6 = 4][1d6 = 2]>>140129This is not an easy task, as it requires locating a cart, taking the three coffins out, stacking them, and covering everything with a cover.
>>140130Would there be a cart nearby?
>>140127>>140130In Silver's years of life, he presumably has many things to be grateful for, and many ponies to be grateful to. Of these, one of the least expected benefactors of Silver is also one of the more consequential: whatever Changeling military adviser thought it would be a good idea to use "offensive" concussion-effect grenades over the Equestrian style "defensive" fragmentation grenades.
Silver is a little dazed, is prone, momentarily deaf, and seems to have been hit with some shrapnel. But he is alive and can move his limbs.
>>140131Yes, one for moving luggage short distances evidently belonging to the railway. But it's not suited for taking the coffins across the city.
>>140132"So, how are we going to move our cargo?"
>>140132Groaning in pain and unable to hear anything over the loud dinn in his ears, Silver checks to see just how bad his shrapnel wounds are.
>>140134A slim piece of casing, very small, in the upper back. It's hard to tell how hard it would be to remove.
>>140133"Uh... I don't know, really."
[1d20+5 = 23]>>140135Heal: Silver turns his head so he can look at the shrapnel as best as he can, bites down on his rifle, and focuses his magic around the metal piece to try to pull it out.
>>140137Cannot rest when enemies are nearby - Silver has exposed himself dangerously close to the line of fire.
>>140138Alright then, he gets back into cover, and then pulls the shrapnel out of him.
>>140137>>140139Silver succeeds in pulling a small piece of grenade casing out of him, though it leaves a lot of blood.
Silver can see that three other members of the section were hit, ones who failed to hit the ground before the grenade exploded. The wounding is minor compared to what it could have been
>>140140Silver groans in pain again, and slowly stands up from his position. He peaks around the corner at the changeling position.
>>140141>>140142There is a shot (and miss) at Silver from what seems to be a bolt action rifle
[1d20+10 = 26]>>140143Silver aims and fires a returning round at the changeling.
>>140144Whether Silver hit or did not, he certainly got close, hitting within the tower, and causing at least one to drop their heads
[1d20 = 16] >>140136"Well, we are going to have to do something. Do we drag them along the ground?"
>>140144>>140145Silver now invites the shooting of the machine gun around the corner, with a long "clack clack clack."
>>140146"Either we need a full sized cart, or we need to find a place to take the wolves out."
>>140147If he can, now would be a good time for Silver to duck back around the corner.
>>140148Silver indeed does. The other members of the rifle section seem to be pinned in place.
>>140149Silver looks back to them, and shouts due to his continued tinnitus.
"Can anypony hear me!?"
>>140150Most of them move their lips.
>>140147"Well, I guess finding a spot would be more convenient for us."
>>140151"I'm going to take that as a no!"
Is there any medium or large size object nearby that can be thrown, like a brick?
>>140153There are pieces of fence that have been dislodged by machine gun bullets (including bricks), rocks in the backyard, and the gravel road
>>140152"Okay, so there's probably a baggage or cargo position somewhere around here... or we could remove the coffins to a different building..."
>>140154Silver grabs a brick in his telekinesis, and tosses it out into the MG's line of sight.
>>140155"Clack clack clack" a short burst from the machine gun - not more than a second - and no shots from rifles
>>140156"Damn..."
Silver looks back to his soldiers. Are any of them wearing army caps?
>>140157Most have the wide brimmed steel helmets issued to most combat infantry.
>>140158"Hmm...can not do that..."
Could he blind throw a grenade around the corner at the changelings?