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"How does it feel? It hit anything vital?"
“I don’t know” he says. “Maybe my liver. It hurts like Tartarus.”
Silver takes stock of their rapidly diminishing medical supplies.
Silver can see that they do have some supplies left, perhaps because the set of supplies seems to have originated in two different kits. There is some magic fluid, morphine, antiseptic, plasma, and bandages left.
Silver starts to fix Spec up.
"We are going to run into issues if we keep getting hit."
“Yeah. We are. But we’ll have even more issues if we let these buggers be. We’ll be full of holes patched up by bandages and coagulant, with plasma instead of blood and working on adrenaline and morphine, but it’ll be us here alive at the end of the day, and not those bugs. I’ve lived too long to let them take it from me.”
Silver nods, his son's speech driving him on. He grabs his Jenny and holds it at the ready.
"Let us kill these buggers."
Spectral Streak nods, and with a labored motion, stands up, behind his father.
[1d20+6 = (10+6) = 16][1d20+6 = (20+6) = 26][1d20+6 = (16+6) = 22][1d20+6 = (19+6) = 25]>>164509
Silver goes back to the doorway. Left with few options, he switches to full auto and blindfires a burst around the corner with his Jenny.Feel free to subtract what the additional penalty for blindfire would be.
[i]Bang Bang Bang[/b]
Silver gears brief returning fire, though it doesn’t last long[1d20 = 11][1d20 = 6][1d20 = 17]
Silver is not hit, and the firing subsides
This isn't going to work. Hmm...
Silver looks around him for small, round objects. Things approximately the size of grenades.
Silver looks around, and on the ground finds what seems to be a concussive grenade.
Thanking Celestia for this lucky find, Silver eagerly picks up the dropped grenade. He pulls the pin with a CHINK
, and chucks the concussive grenade through the doorway towards the changelings.
Silver feels a shock wave, and little bits of the walls flake and fall off.
[1d20+6 = (13+6) = 19][1d20+6 = (18+6) = 24][1d20+6 = (9+6) = 15][1d20+6 = (7+6) = 13]>>164519
Silver wastes no time and pushes through the doorway while aiming down his Jenny's sights. He prefires a short burst to keep the enemies suppressed.
>>164520Bang Bang Bang Bang
Silver hears nothing in reply
Can Silver see through the dust from the explosion to see what the scene looks like?
Looking inside, Silver can see fallen ceiling tiles and bits of drywall covering parts of a varnished wood floor, which already has streaks of blue blood. The hallway goes two ways, left and right, though it is clear that most of the interest is to the left. To the left the hallway opens to elevator banks and ultimately, further back, a reception desk.
On the right, not far at all from the door, Silver sees a dead, black drone on the ground. He has a beige trench coat soaked in blue blood, a helmet that Silver recognizes as being Changeling military issue of the style of the last war, and next to him, he has a weapon that Silver has never seen before. The weapon is made almost entirely out of metal painted black, except with a wooden butt stock and bakelite handgrips. It has a long, curved and dimpled magazine in front of the grip, a gas block above the barrel, simple iron sights, and a barrel that is shorter than the Jenny's, but a length that is slightly greater.
To the left, where the hallway expands to include the elevator bank, Silver sees another dead drone leaning against the wall, in an area that would have been cover from an attack from the door. This drone has no clothing, but also has a military helmet. He has multiple bullet wounds, and a machine carbine before him.
Taking a hold of the helmet of the trench coated changeling and, much like he did with the gas mask, peaks it out slowly into the left side of the hallway.
Now Silver does the same with the right side.
Silver desides to risk it and peak his head out just barely so he can see around the corner.
Hmmm... which corner is Silver looking around?
The right corner is the opposite direction that Silver initially saw the drones. Going down the hallway right from the stairs has another elevator bank with two elevators with brass doors, and then the hallway turns another corner right. On that wall, Silver can see two opaque glass doors with rough texture and names in white letters written on them, evidently some sort of company. Silver sees no signs of life in this way as the lights are on in the hallway, but no light comes through the doors.
Silver opens the doors to check inside.
Hmm...well, they're made of glass, yes? How hard would it be for Silver to, say, bash the glass out using the butt of his Jenny?
The windows break open, and with a few more hits, Silver can see inside, or even unlock and open the doors. Silver sees a small reception area with a desk, and a hallway that has a couple offices, both with windows allowing some view inside. The offices appear to be in the condition they were left in when they were locked up the night before, with all lights off, and only a little natural sunlight from distant windows coming in.
Now that Silver can get inside, can he see if the doors were locked from the inside or outside?
The locks have a manual lock that allows them to be locked from the inside, and a key lock that allows them to be locked from the outside. No dead bolts are used, although the one by the hallway seems to have one.
So, they could have been locked from either side, then. Can Silver see inside the offices, in case there just so happens to be a hostage inside?
By walking into the hallway inside of the business, Silver can see into the offices through the glass windows.
Silver does so, careful not to cut his hooves on any of the glass from the door along the way.
The offices have plants, desks, bookshelves, chairs, and sometimes papers or books strewn about, but there do not appear to be any hostages inside
Well, it was worth a look at least. If the other opaque glass door before this leads somewhere else, Silver takes it upon himself to also bash it in.
It appears to be an approximately similar situation, with a conference room in the front on the left, and some open desks on the right, with Silver seeing windows letting in light from the rising sun on the far right.
Silver enters, checking the area for hostages or unusual activity.
Silver goes past the conference room, and past the set of desks, towards an office in the back that has the blinds on most of the windows down. At first he doesn't see it, as a bookshelf, the position of the office away from the rising sun, as well as the closed blinds, cause the interior of the room to be darker than say, the desks in the open area next to the east-facing windows. But there it is: behind a desk with papers and an open bottle, Silver can see what seems to be not one, but two ponies, crouching down on a couch.
Silver stops upon seeing the ponies. He goes towards them, crouching low and whispering to them.
"Are you hostages we heard about?"
Laying on the couch and in front is a tan colored Pegasus mare with a black mane, let down and somewhat disheveled. She turns her head quickly towards Silver, and looks at him with wide, green eyes. She immediately starts to get up off of the couch, and starts to move towards Silver.
“Hostages?! What?” She’s definitely startled. The other pony is a white unicorn stallion. He seems to be laying down asleep.
Silver looks confused at the pair of ponies. The wounded and armed stallion takes a slightly more defensive pose when she approaches, but remains calm.
"You did not hear gunfire and explosions?"
The mare already looks frightened, but she’s even more so as Silver says that
“I’d that what that banging was?!”
The stallion opens his eyes and thrusts his head upwards, looking around.
“What time is it? What are you doing here? It’s supposed to be a holiday.”
The mare adds
“Heh do you have guns?”
The stallion’s dress shirt is completely unbuttoned and disheveled. He attempts to button it up as he sits up. He smells like Apple Whiskey.
“We were just working over the weekend.”
The mare volunteers,
“To catch up on paperwork while elective surgeries are all cancelled.”
She too, starts to put on a shirt, taking a black shirt off of a chair near the couch.
Silver grabs a flashlight (either off of himself or off of Spec), and asks the mare, "Could you keep your eyes open, please? Just for one second?"
Green, bloodshot, and glassy. She winces and closes her eyes
“Ah! Don’t do that!”
She too smells of alcohol, though not so strongly that Silver can identify the brand.
Not changelings. He didn't think they were, but he had to be sure.
"We are members of Homeguard. War was declared against Changeling Hegemony and changeling agents all across city have been activated, including several that have stationed here in this building and have taken hostages."
>>163667>>163669>>163670>>163671I apologize for being away so long.
If the officer moves to the other side, would Amber be plainly visible? Or could Amber move around the sheep to remain undetected?
The officer is making his passes by moving to the side of the hall away from the stall, and peering in. The officer has already inspected Amber’s stall, and Amber had thus far evaded detection by hiding closely behind a sheep. The officer has moved on to a stall across the central hallway, meaning that he is close to Amber’s stall, by the divider between Amber’s stall and the stall on the left.>>164568
The mare is stunned
“What… war? Those really were gunshots?”
The stallion rolls over and stands up besides the couch. Or rather, he attempts to. In actuality, he miscalculates where his leg goes, and he stumbles and falls down, placing a hoof on the chair next to the couch to try to stand himself up.
“What?! It’s supposed to be a holiday.” And then as he stands up, “This is my office, it’s okay for me to be here.”
So the officer is closer to Amber's stall at the moment? Is he close to the stall's doorway?
He is close, though he’s closer to the railing on the left. The door is a little further to the right. The railing is just a pair of wooden beams.
If Amber leaps over the railing, would that count as a standard action?
Yes. It’s perfectly doable with her class
Silver looks at the stallion, but addresses both of the ponies.
"Dark Star has called for mandatory evacuation of city, and this is active combat zone. I need both of you to stay here in this room and keep out of sight until we have cleared building of hostiles, then we will come back for you, call for evac, and get all of you out of here."
Amber braces herself, for she is trapped in a desperate situation. But it is better to take initiative while she can and gain the upper hoof–or claw, in this case. While the officer is distracted she vaults the railing and attempts to land an attack.[1d20 = 5]
The stallion isn’t quite able to stand on all fours, but with one hoof on the couch he stabilized himself. He looks over at Silver with giant, wide eyes.
“Uh, whatever you say” he says
The mare is also stunned, and leans against the chair, her eyes wide open
And….. she misses.
The officer strikes back, though it’s hard to say with what, exactly.[1d20+2 = (4+2) = 6]
Silver nods to them, and returns to the original hallway to continue his searching of the floor.
I am assuming he misses?Forgot to add my dex modifier
Amber throws another swing.[1d20+2 = (2+2) = 4]
Silver moves into the hallway to see a pink unicorn pony mare with a white mane and a yellow stripe standing in the hallway, brandishing and examining the assault rifle near the drones' corpse.>>164592
He misses, as does Amber. But he makes another swing with what seems to be his flashlight.[1d20+2 = (10+2) = 12]
Silver readies his rifle, and aims it at the creature.
The mare looks up at Silver, making eye contact with her own blue eyes to his.
"Identify yourself, now."
Everyone in this thread is a qt
She speaks with an accent that could belong anywhere in the Equestrian Celestial Coast, and keeps hold of the assault rifle with her right hoof and an aura of blue magic, with the barrel facing low and to her right.
"I'm" she swallows
Silver shines the flashlight in her eyes.
14 dexterity, +2 modifier
Amber is hit by the flash light[1d6+1 = (6+1) = 7]
Pain spreads across her back and shoulder
Amber winces from the hard hit; the sturdy flashlight hits bone and surely will leave a nasty bruise. Amber has no option but to attempt to overpower him, unarmed.[1d20+2 = (10+2) = 12]
Okay, I think that’s grapple.
Opposed [1d20+1 = (9+1) = 10]
Actually I should have specified that it was an attack, but I doubt I'm going to win the DPS race so grapple it is.
Oh yeah… there needs to be a touch attack, then a grapple. Anyways, roll grapple
Looks like Amber wins a grapple.
The officer cries out “In here!”
Amber attacks, unarmed.[1d20-2 = (6-2) = 4]
(+2 from dex, -4 from grappling)
Amber punches, but hits the ground. He tries to struggle free.
Roll opposed grapple[1d20+1 = (12+1) = 13]
Amber keeps her grip. But there are sounds outside.
Grunting, Amber knows she is cornered. Perhaps it would have been wiser to have kept hiding, as risky as that was? But she must attempt to knock out this griffon before the others come.[1d20-2 = (9-2) = 7]
Amber swings, but the movements and chaos cause her to miss her again. He attempts to punch back[1d20-3 = (11-3) = 8]
He must have missed. Amber tries again.[1d20-2 = (10-2) = 8]
Another miss for Amber
He tries again to wrestle free[1d20+1 = (17+1) = 18]
The officer is able to wrestle himself free of Amber's grasp
Amber does another unarmed attack against him.[1d20+2 = (1+2) = 3]
The officer grabs onto Amber’s claw, or tries to.[1d20+1 = (20+1) = 21]
And most definitely succeeds,
Now he attempts to grapple Amber[1d20+1 = (2+1) = 3]
Amber evades his grip. Sounds outside increase
Amber has to knock him out, and fast. She attacks again. [1d20+2 = (12+2) = 14]
She punches him, but it’s very far from knocking him out
He attempts to hit her with the flashlight again [1d20+1 = (6+1) = 7]
Miss. Amber again tries to slug him. [1d20+2 = (20+2) = 22]
Amber hits him… big fails to land a critical blow. Roll damage
>>164658[1d20 = 17]
He tries to attack her again[1d20+1 = (20+1) = 21]
He, however, makes a critical hit[2d6+1 = (8+1) = 9]
This is not dream Amber's lucky day, and that blow hurt pretty hard. She tries attacking again. [1d20+2 = (5+2) = 7]
It’s not a very good attempt. She falls to the ground.
>>164666What was in those anesthetics the doctor gave–or didn't give–her?
she must be wondering by now.
Amber uses her move action to stand up. There's no backing down now, she attacks.[1d20+2 = (10+2) = 12]
Hit, I think, but he has a chance as well[1d20+1 = (14+1) = 15]
>>164671[1d20 = 2]
She…. Does not succeed
He tries to hit her again[1d20+1 = (20+1) = 21]
…And Amber is knocked out, with -3 hitpoints.
Another officer enters near the operation room, while still another enters at the end of the stable.
Hmmm…. I’m not sure why she didn’t just run away the instant it became obvious she was not likely to win
Shouldn't some of these unarmed strikes provoke attack of opportunity?
It's kind of overkill considering how it turned out
She does not close her eyes, but winces and pulls the assault rifle closer. Her eyes are a bright blue, almost glowing.
Glowing? Is it just her irises, or her entire eyes?
It appears wider than her irises
"Put down your weapon so we can talk."
Not.... not really successful"Hiss!"Roll Initiative[1d20 = 14]
It appears the creature is leveling its rifle towards Silver. It's still half-blinded, and Silver is quicker to the draw[1d20-4 = (3-4) = -1]
[1d20+6 = (18+6) = 24][1d20+6 = (14+6) = 20][1d20+6 = (1+6) = 7][1d20+6 = (12+6) = 18]>>164687
Not interested in dying and praying to Celestia that the bullets find their mark, Silver switches his Jenny to full auto and empties the last four rounds in his magazing in one swift move.
With a defining sound, the bullets fly out of Silver's rifle.
Hit, Hit, Miss, and Hit.
The action locks open as the magazine is emptied. Silver's ears ring.
One through the front chest, one into the barrel, and then another into the leg. The pony bursts into green flames, turning into black skinned creature that falls to the ground, and lies in a pool of blood.
Silver takes this opportunity to swap out his Jenny's magazine with a sigh.
"Should have just agreed to talk."
Thanking Celestia for this victory, he decides to investigate the weapon that drew the changeling's attention.
The creature's chest rises and falls, gurgling blood.
Silver places the magazine in the well, with the bolt automatically dropping and closing.
Silver gets a better view of the weapon, which appears to be something in between the Jenny battle rifle and a machine carbine. The weapon is all black-painted-steel save for a wooden butt, and a bakelite grip. It has a long, curved box magazine in front of the trigger and action, and a raised block for the simple iron sights in front of the magazine. There is a simple stamped and dimpled tube around the barrel for the grip, but no visible gas tube. The barrel is shorter than that on the Jenny, though the rifle as a whole is a little longer.
The changeling is still alive? Silver sets aside the interesting weapon for the moment as he assesses the bug's condition.
Not good. Not good at all. It is bleeding blue blood across the floor. If it is still conscious, it certainly isn't capable of getting up and moving.
What could be done to stabilize the changeling?
It's hard to say if anything could, but a good start would be to stop the bleeding. The magical solution seems to help significantly with internal bleeding, but Silver only has so much of that
"Just do not stab me in back..."
He may have only so much, but he still works to keep the changelings alive regardless.
Well, Silver can apply pressure to the bleeding, and if desired, use the magic solution to attempt to stop internal bleeding.
May be worth rolling heal.
Silver has not succeeded in stabilizing the creature
[1d20+4 = (13+4) = 17]>>164701
Silver chocks it up to being less familiar with changeling biology, and keeps trying.
Silver seems to have stopped the bleeding, after a second attempt at stopping the bleeding.
With the changeling stable, Silver decides to remove the further threat of her turning on him by gathering up all of the nearby weapons.
"What are you doing?" Spectral Streak asks
"Making sure other changelings can not use these weapons."
Only two weapons are visible: the assault rifle, and an Equestrian machine carbine
"No. I mean aiding the enemy there" He answers
Silver looks down at the fallen changeling.
"They are not our enemy at this moment."
Is this a lewd or whoelsome thread right now? Daily Reminder that Faust planned for this duality to exist in every pone.
Wholesome thread. Right now the poners are not in situations where they can be lewded, but who knows how that can change soon?
>>164725>Right now the poners are not in situations where they can be lewded
Heh, how quaint and adorably naive you are. Sounds like a like fucking challenge to me.
You know, it appears to me that in the over 1000 replies of this thread, not a single one is explicit. We really do have an imbalance here.
The creature attempts to breath, still laying there.
"What is that supposed to mean? It would have got you if you hadn't gotten it first. It'll die anyways."
"I do not know if they will live or not. I hope they do or else I would have spent time on them for nothing. They are defeated, and will not come after us again. Therefore, they are no longer our enemy."
Okay, Ambergriff can redo the scene
I suppose with the officer walking past, unless there is a better time
Amber continues to hide behind the sheep, knowing there are other griffons nearby and even against one she might not win a fight.
From far away, she can hear the music. She knows its source is nothing of the external world, but it is vivid all the same. The sound of a bow pressing slowly, but firmly against a string, and then making a sharp turn. And just beyond perception are sounds deeper still, accompanied by colors of purple and yellow, and colors beyond perception that linger like the lights of closed eyes.
The officer shines the light into Amber's stall, and then passes
Amber must wonder to herself whether this is music of horror, or of relief. Does music arise from the experience of ponies and griffons, or is there something deeper, fate perhaps that is closer to music than to directly lived life? Perhaps this musing is an act of desperation itself.
Amber does not dare exhale, and quietly, until the officer passes on.
The sound continues: distant, high pitched reverberations like rubbing against glass. And the same with the colors: pinks and purples constrained by no definite shape, passing from one into another as you may see on the back of your eyelids. All hint at something more, something connected. Something just beyond the ability of the feeble senses to detect its presence... but it is present all the same. But what is more... Amber feels she can control the presentation of the sounds and colors, at least somewhat.
The officer must be afraid too, as he does not come close to the sheep, nor carefully examine the area behind it. He sacrifices thoroughness for the sake of safety, and in the process Amber is left unnoticed. He moves to the next stall, then to the next, and then to the operation room at the very end of the stable.
"Yes they are" He says, walking past the creature and down the hallway. "They have always been our enemy. They were ten years ago... they were long before that, and they are our enemy at this very moment."
"Well, this one is incapacitated."
Silver joins his son in continuing to explore the building for more changeling threats. He starts by peeking through the other side of the split he hasn't been yet.
There is a decent reception area with a long, wooden counter, maroon carpets, seats with aquamarine covers, and a door with WMARE in black letters on it. There is no hallway.
Silver heads into the reception area and cautiously makes his way towards the door. He keeps his Jenny out and at the ready.
Amber focuses on one thing: calmness. Out of a weird, possibly schizophrenic hope this kaleidoscope is some way she can influence this world, she concentrates on tranquility. This is both to settle her own nerves as well as the gracious sheep she is hiding behind.
Without exposing herself Amber observes the officer.
Everypony in this thread is a qt
Don't mind me, just lurking.
... no u!>>164784
The music continues playing, assuming a high pitched but soft, ethereal quality. Is this the sound of the northwind brushing against the edge of the celestial sphere, rubbing against the ether?
The officer continues his pass, and moves some large object in the operation room to look behind it. Finding nothing, he turns around and stares down the center row of the stable, and holds there for several seconds. Then he moves off to the right, opens the door, and exits.>>164822>not checking posts made in April>>164823
Silver encounters nothing on his way to the door.
Further down the hall, Silver can hear the radio
"Confirmed... we've got a device in the Central Administrative Building.... We don't think it's armed"
"Well don't take any fucking chances."
"Found a survivor from a police patrol in the old ghetto. Says there's a hostile presence in the Transportation Ministry."
Spectral Streak quickly turns off the radio, eliminating the source of the noise.
Silver gets against the wall next to the door and puts his ear against it, trying to hear anything that might be on the other side.
Perhaps there is something more distant, and the door vibrates somewhat, presumably from air conditioning…. But otherwise, Silver hears nothing
Silver slowly cracks the door open.
Silver sees a hallway with what seems like offices off to the right, and another hall off to the left. He does not
hear imminent automatic gunfire.
Keeping his Jenny at the ready, he investigates the offices first.
First office: empty, with sone papers on the desk. The second office is also empty, having evidently a number of pay sheets. The final office along the wall is very long, with two sets of windows. This one is empty.
Silver decides to try the hall to the left, in that case.
Silver sees that the hall is relatively long with two doors on the left and two doors on the right, and then a few more doors beyond that.
Spectral Streak has his rifle at the ready, and aims down angles Silver does not, just behind them. The Salmon stallion lags a little further behind, but comes along all the same. He speaks
"We need to be fast. If there is a device here... all they have to do is activate it.:
"And we can not stop them if we rush into ambush and die. We need balance. Everypony take door, check room, and move onto next door."
Silver starts by checking the first door.
"Uh... okay..." The Salmon stallion has his own wounds, and stays behind the two, evidently keeping check of the way behind.
Silver looks into the room to see that it is large, with many shelves with items like plastic masks and silver canisters
"This is very weird room to be in television station. They must be quite prosperous to dedicate entire room to this."
With nothing else of note to draw him in, Silver moves onto the next.
Spectral Streak sticks his head in.
"Looks like props and tapes and such. I found more offices."
The next room down is also rather large. It has tile floors, a couple tables, counters and two sinks along the edge, and a refrigerator.
"This one is like small mess hall."
Out of curiosity, Silver quickly looks to see if the room as a first aid station.
If it does, it must be in the cabinets, as nothing is separate.
Silver quickly checks the cabinets.
Silver does indeed find a first aid kit in the third cabinet, although the first aid kit is relatively simple, with bandages, pins, iodine, non-narcotic pain killers, and rubbing alcohol.
Every little bit helps. Silver takes it with him before he checks the next room.
The next room…. Silver opens to see stairs
Amber stays in hush suspense for several seconds before quietly thanking the sheep and creeping out of the stable, mindful to not make any noise or to be visible from a window. Although she had made a distraction, she was not successful in stealing the car like last time. But hopefully her friends are aware of what's up and will stay hidden.
Amber climbs the steps to the top floor of the barn for a better view.