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>>163734"We were about to test you on that, actually."
>>163735Spectral Streak whispers to Silver:
“And what will you do if he is a Changeling? Get shot by the other two?”
>>163736Silver whispers back:
"Better to know they are changelings when we get shot than get shot in back."
He turns again to Gritty, flashlight in his magical grasp.
"May I?"
>>163737“May I what? He asks back
>>163738"Just hold still and keep your eyes open."
>>163739Gritty stands still, and evidently submits. But there is no question, the other two ponies have their battle rifles trained respectively on Silver and Streak
>>163740Silver shines the flashlight in the eyes of Gritty.
>>163741Purple eyes that reflect back blue, the distinction between whites and the iris being non-existent.
>>163742Silver nods to him, and turns his flashlight off. As he looks at Spec, eyes facing away from the disguised changeling, he gives him a look of clear alarm and warning.
>>163743Spec looks back at Silver. He does not nod, nor reveal much on his face or in his posture
Gritty:
“And?”
>>163744Silver turns back around, face returning to neutral as he does so.
"...you are good."
>>163745He moves away, slowly.
"The train was a mess when we came. I wouldn't recommend going in there."
>>163746"Yes, I see that...looks like poison gas?"
Silver looks at Spec, and whispers quickly:
"Ideas?"
>>163747"That is our theory. In a confined space. Some got outside, be careful." Gritty turns his back to Silver and Streak and starts to walk back up the stairs, but the other two ponies remain at the top, looking back at Silver and Streak
Spectral Streak doesn't have much opportunity to think or reply. He whispers
"Don't get killed."
>>163748Silver continues to whisper.
"That is...idea. How do we engage this?"
Silver speaks to Gritty.
"It is travesty changelings are resorting to gas attacks on civilians."
>>163749Spectral Streak does not respond, evidently because he is afraid that his whispering will be noticed by the two changelings watching them.
"Well..." Gritty has been walking away from Silver and Streak, but he pauses and turns back to Silver.
"You heard the First Consul's speech. This is a crusade to 'forever end the threat of ponykind's oldest enemy'. A war that will result in unity, or death. A war to see justice done, may the heavens fall. This little strip of land is the entrepot and manufacturing center of the whole Southeast. The 'civilians' here are workers in factories and offices... they form the muscles that beat the heart of the Equestrian war machine, and you better believe all of Equestria is or soon will be mobilized as a war machine. Could you expect anything less than a gas attack, under these circumstances? The Hegemony will put up a fight. It will not give unrequited mercy. You should probably go make sure the other roadways and stations are secure. We've got this one."
>>163751Silver recognizes the out they've just been given, and nods to Gritty.
"Alright. Make sure you keep fort held down, here, we can not let changelings do anything else like this."
He turns to Spec, motioning that they should go.
>>163752Spectral Streak let’s them move out of line of sight. When this happens, Streak says to Silver,
“Isn’t a train coming this way?”
>>163753Silver nods, and whispers back to him as he pulls his Jenny out.
"Now we can take them out without having two rifles aimed at our heads."
>>163754Spectral Streak turns his head halfway
"I suspect they will watch us, or try to..."
He likewise holds his rifle tight
The enemies seem to have pulled back into the covered, elevated train station. As stated before, it has two entries, besides the rail itself which is technically another two points of entry.
>>163755"Any ideas? Take up cover in neighboring building? Full frontal assault?"
>>163756“Either go around back, go up the stairs, or lure them onto the tracks.”
>>163757Silver nods to his son.
"Let us go around back, fuck them in their bug asses."
>>163758“Heh” he smiles. “I don’t know about that.” Then he moves the rifle, and presses the fire selector switch. “But I’d love to kill these fucks. Through the back door it is.”
The two walk in the direction of the car, Spectral Streak looks around as if lost, and then starts to walk up the stairs to the pedestrian bridge that connects to the train station’s other end.
>>163759Silver looks back up at the train station to see if he can see the changelings watching them, before following a similar routine to his son and going up the same set of stairs that his son did.
>>163761>>163760Silver thinks he sees one peering at them through the left side-stairwell.
>>163762Silver stops and stares intensely right at the changeling, hoping to make him uncomfortable.
>>163763Roll die, charisma modifier
[1d20-1 = (7-1) = 6] >>163765After a few awkward moments, the "pony" breaks off, and moves out of line of sight within the train station.
>>163766Silver gives himself a little satisfied smile before rejoining his son.
>>163767The walkway ends in a simple door that leads into the enclosed space, on the southern end of the platform, opposite the side the train protrudes out of. Silver and Spec have no way of knowing who or what might be there and where.
>>163768Are there any windows or openings with which to pear through?
>>163769There are no windows anywhere on the platform. Openings are the two stairwell entry ways, and the ends of the platform where the rails come out
>>163770By opening, do you mean an open archway or a closed door?
>>163773It’s only slightly bigger than a doorway, and the same rectangular shape. It is, however, completely open.
>>163774Silver tries to get a peak in through the open doorway.
>>163775From this angle, all Silver can see is the open platform through to the other side.
>>163776Silver pulls back and whispers to Spec.
"How do you want to do this? We breach, then I aim right and you aim left?"
>>163778“We could do it that way. If they are expecting us to come, we may have to, because they would try to flank us from behind. But if they are where they should be, they will all three of them be to the right.”
>>163779"So, what do we do? Both aim right, or aim in different directions?"
>>163789“Do you think they will expect us to come through that door?” If so, we need to aim in different directions.”
>>163797"And they are not, it will not be too hard for us to reacauire targets."
Silver steels himself for the combat ahead.
"On three, yes?"
>>163802>>163807As Silver moves inside of the covered train platform, he can immediately see that the platform is wooden-planked, at least twelve feet wide, and exists only on Silver’s side, the right side, of the tracks. It’s well over a hundred feet long. There are two tracks by the platform, one of which must only be used for switching as it is not adjacent to the platform. Silver can see the snub-nosed, silver colored end if the train halfway on the tracks by the end of the platform, and halfway on the track out of the station going north.
Silver can see a scene on the platform itself. There are at least five pony corpses on the platform. One is near Silver, facing him, lying on his belly just a few feet away from the rear entry. Another is a cream colored Pegasus mare with a short mane cut lying ingloriously on her side near the other exit, further down. It almost looks like she was kicked aside, so as to not be visible looking through the entrance. A purple unicorn mare faces silver on her belly, legs tucked underneath her. A beige earth pony stallion lies on his side, partly hanging off the platform, with multiple visible exit wounds. In front of him is a darker brown colt, with a yellow mane. This is what Silver can glimpse in a second, and the presence of multiple blood trails, and multiple shadows further away from his part of the platform implies the presence of more ponies, some who limped away, and some who did not.
But now, Silver faces his presumed enemies. Three alleged ponies. To his left, in front of him, and already facing him some maybe 25 feet distant, is Gritty Grief, the coffee brown unicorn wearing a gas mask, an olive green army uniform, and khakis. He has his battle rifle aimed at Silver. Further away, and evidently facing the other door near the cream colored Pegasus mare corpse, is another of the gas mask wearing “ponies,” a grey Pegasus. He is quickly turning his battle rifle towards Silver. The third creature’s position cannot be discerned. Not now.