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>>163000He holds up the rifle, and lets the bolt fly forward.
"Whatever lets me kill more of these bastards." He answers
>>163001"Well, you are leader. Wherever you think we would do the best at, that is where we will go."
>>163003Silver tilts his head in response to the scrunch.
>>163004"You've been in the game longer than I have. You decide."
>>163005"Uh, okay. I guess oil plant then."
>>163006He nods
"Let's get to it.'
And he gets into his car, which has a shattered window and a few bullet holes
>>163007Silver gets in as well.
"I hope Homeguard pays for car damage received in line of duty."
(You) are all cute ponies
(You) are still all cute ponies
(You) all continue to be cute ponies
>>163045I hope the poners come back soon.
Things haven’t work out too well for my schedule this month, but things might be better soon.
>>162990 →Amber goes into the barn to see that it is divided into essentially two segments, although there is a large door between the two segments. The front of the barn includes a table and some sort of wooden mechanism that appears to be designed to keep a cow in place. The existence of running water and sinks suggest that this area is intended for procedures on larger livestock. It is much cleaner than a standard barn by far, yet still Amber is probably glad that this isn't the location she was operated on. The second portion is a more traditional barn, with multiple stalls for cattle (presumably, judging by the size) to stay the night. There is a ladder to an upper loft that is actually more closed off than in a traditional barn - it's actually more like a home attic.
I won’t have much time this week, but maybe this weekend will pan out.
>>163050That is excessively silly.
>>163054It is indeed, but priceless.
>>163052This is going to be an interesting week for work, but I am looking forward to playing again.
>>163051Interesting for sure. Amber heads to the upper loft and looks for a secluded space to make a nest out of.
>>163061The upper level of the barn is enclosed rather than open, more like an attic than a standard barn loft. And like an attic, there are items around, including a crook and an odd device made of metal with wheels on either side of a pair of grates. The ceiling is triangular and low, and not all of the floor is covered, though where it is, it is with boards. There are multiple spots where Amber can see down through the floor to the barn/stable below, these gaps in the floor occurring by where the roof connects with the wall. There are many places where the floor is more or less clear, and Amber can make a nest there.
>>163062Arranging some loose hay to make a bed, Amber rests there, wary of any unfamiliar sounds.
>>163063The loft has less hay than a standard barn, evidently owing to the awkward means of entry into the loft. Nevertheless, there is indeed a quantity of bedding straw stored which Amber may make use of. There are small circular windows on each end. There are many sounds in this location. Outside were the sounds of chirping birds and distant baahing. Inside, a restless cow and a pair of sheep make regular noises. And yet, for all of that, it's much quieter than Amber's apartment at midnight.
>>163064It's perfect! The highfalutin griffons next door might not be able to understand it, but for Amber it's a serene and restful place that reminds her of home. Not to mention it's secluded and out of public eye. Before fully committing to relaxing, however, Amber looks for yet another hiding spot within the loft to keep her mind at ease.
You know who's a cute pony?
(You)
There might be Spark tomorrow.
>>163083>>163073wags tail>>163072N-no u!
blushes>>163069There's a spot in the hay that blocks line of sight with the entryway, and is out of sight of the gaps in the floor near the roofing. This place is cozy enough even to sleep.
>>163008"Heh, if I get anything out of it, I would get more than I expected." He proceeds down a line of row houses that seem rather new, and past stores that are much larger than SIlver recalls outside of department stores, often taking up whole blocks.
>>163097This is fine. Amber stays here and waits for the cover of darkness. She might even "doze off," however that may be possible in a dream.
>>163098Silver "oooo"s and "ahhh"s at the sight of the stores.
"They must sell everything there is to sell in those places..."
>>163099Amber settles in
Roll DieListen. Wisdom modifier.
>>163100"Not everything, but you can get food and washing detergent."
Cowtown has never, to Silver's recollection, had proper zoning, with brick factories next to elementary schools next to taxidermy shops next to tenements. And it still doesn't. But there's a clear trend of fewer residential buildings and more factories the further south Spec drives, with factories existing in clear clusters. The grid pattern is often broken to allow for bigger blocks. There are fewer old tenement buildings, more rowhouses, and a few more factories than Silver can recall.
Music plays over the speakers. Familiar patriotic tunes played on familiar instruments, though the specific incarnation is not.
>>163101"More industry. We must be getting closer."
>>163103Some chirping, a sound of a door closing, some light talking outside. Nothing especially loud or major.
>>163108It probably is her friends enjoying some fresh air. Even so, she dares not stir lest it be something more sinister.
>>163119Perhaps its better that way, remaining undisturbed out of the way of the world. Amber doesn't hear much, until after a few minutes, the silence from outside becomes palpable.
>>163102Over the radio, communications continue to come in
"Anypony have any more cars?"
"Silver Lake over here. We're just on the edge of the danger zone. We have police cars to spare. Three cars and two ambulances."
"Yeah, send a few our way over here in Ashborn. We've got major congestion and several wrecks."
"This is city center, we have buggers holed up in the regional administrative building."
"Clear 'em out. Whatever they are doing there, it isn't good."
"They are fortified. We cannot advance."
"Alright. Stay on the line. We might get support."
Silver and Spec move to a new area, and Silver knows they are getting close. The grid pattern is interrupted by larger blocks, with large tanks for liquid storage, and hundred plus foot tall distillation towers protruding out of labyrinths of pipes and valves.
Spec:
"This is it. Six Sisters Oil Conglomerates' Midtown Refinery."
>>163148"Alright, where do we go from here? Just look around for signs of combat?"
>>163149He picks up the radio, and speaks into it
"Home Guard reinforcements approaching the Six Sisters Refinery. Where is the danger?"
Reply:
"We're pinned down near terminal two transfer station by Distallation Towers 1 and 2. Multiple hostiles, armed."
This facility seems to be a combination of older buildings and newer constructions. This complex must surely have been built before much of the neighborhood around it, and the dense network of pipes almost resembles a briar patch that stops abruptly at the road, with a simple chain linked fence around it. Spec drives around. In some areas, pipes move over the road and into a closed factory or set of tanks on the other side of the road. In a couple areas, an apartment building exists on the other side, although here too, the apartment buildings are taller and cleaner than Silver remembers being prevalent in this side of town. Along the side of the road are ponies. Half at least are earth pony stallions, occasionally walking with a mare and a small herd of foals, and sometimes alone in blue denim uniforms. But most of the remainder are bat ponies, and while Silver has surely seen these creatures before, he may never have seen a large bat pony stallion in blue uniform walk with a suitcase, a bat pony mare, and one, two, three, four foals, all but one seemingly under the age of ten.
>>163150That is certainly unusual. Silver thinks its a good kind of unusual, though, there needs to be more bat ponies in society like that. He prepares his equipment for the upcoming battle during the trip.
>>163151Unfortunately, in this future, bat ponies do not fear walking about in the open in broad daylight.
Silver has expended multiple rounds from his Jenny, and has not mounted the bayonet. Also, he is bleeding.
>>163152As Silver mounts his bayonet, he asks, "There does not happen to be medkit in car?"
>>163153"Yeah, there should be one there."
He looks over
"It's a frontline kit. Pretty decent."
Spec turns around through a road that takes him into the tangle of pipes.
>>163154"Alright, thanks."
Silver looks for the kit, and works on bandaging himself up so he doesn't bleed to death.
Medical roll required? >>163155I mean, he canSilver finds the kit, and sees that it has the usual components - iodine, alcohol, cotton, an empty hypodermic needle, and bandages. But it also has new additions. "Atropine" and Penicillin are in the mix, as well as a couple new items - a gel in a container, and a vial that glows bright blue.
>>163156Silver inspects the two new additions before applying the bandages.
>>163157Both are clearly magical in nature. The gel is alchemical and to be applied topically, and the vial can either be injected or ingested.
>>163159“Quick healing formula. For traumatic injuries.” He says
>>163160"Huh. Amazing."
Silver gets to wrapping up his wounds.