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>>163807>>163907If it wasn’t obvious, Silver has surprised them, and while at least “Gritty Grief” was expecting expecting a hostile force to come through that door, Silver is quicker.
[1d20+6 = (9+6) = 15][1d20+6 = (10+6) = 16][1d20+6 = (10+6) = 16][1d20+6 = (14+6) = 20]>>163907>>163909The sight of the bodies angers Silver, and steels his resolve. To commit such atrocities against civilians, innocent ponies! These changelings will pay, all of them. He will send them to the Great Mother with more holes than they started the day with.
He immediately levels the rifle at Gritty Grief upon seeing him, flips the switch to full auto, and with a roar unleashes a burst of his Jenny's kick.
>>163910tat tat tat tatA flick of the fire selector to right, and Silver’s rifle is fully automatic. Silver lets out a four round burst. It’s his first time to fire the Jenny fully automatic. The gun is a full pound lighter than the old service rifles, and with a vastly more powerful cartridge than the submachine guns he’s fired before. You could say th rifle kicks like a mule, but it’s a bit of a lighter touch than that. Like a female mule.
With only a very short distance between Silver and Gritty, at least three of the four shots hit, with the first perhaps being low.
>>163912Silver can see a small splatter of blood out of gritty, and then a smaller one, and another small ripple. The first shot seems to have hit something important. He stumbles, and falls down.
[1d20+2 = (14+2) = 16][1d20+2 = (11+2) = 13][1d20 = 15] >>163912>>163913But the other creature turns towards Silver, and fires his own gun
[b]Tat tat tat tat tat tat[b/]
[1d20 = 4][1d20 = 2][1d20 = 11][1d20 = 17][1d20 = 13][1d20 = 12] >>163915Silver feels a firm, sharp pain beneath his otherwise protective layer of floof.
[2d8 = 13] >>163915>>163916A bullet has shot right through his protective jacket and has caused fairly significant injury. Fortunately the other shots have missed, though Silver certainly heard at least some of them as they wizzed past.
>>163917>>163915Silver gets the next shot
>>163916>>163917>>163918The sharp pain makes him take in a gasp of air, but it only makes it worse. He worries it may have hit a lung.
Through the pain, he aims for the grey pegasus and lets loose what he thinks is a burst of fire. Two shots are let loose from the end of his Jenny's barrel before he hears a distinct sound of a gun running on empty. If possible, he pushes through the intense pain to make for the cover of the train.
>>163920MissSilver misses both shots. Gun is empty, bolt holds open.
[1d20+2 = (9+2) = 11][1d20+2 = (20+2) = 22][1d20+2 = (9+2) = 11][1d20+2 = (19+2) = 21][1d20+2 = (4+2) = 6][1d20+2 = (8+2) = 10] >>163921>>163920A wave of shots, and two hit Silver’s assailant.
>>163924>>163922The creature is at least wounded, and stumbles.
>>163925The creatures they're fighting, are they on the platform same as Silver and Spec are, or are they separated by train tracks?
>>163926It’s all the same platform. Maybe a dead body or so, but otherwise there is nothing separating them.
[1d20+10 = (5+10) = 15]>>163927Silver knows this is going to hurt, but the alternatives are reloading in the open or diving for cover and leaving Spec exposed. He braces himself for pain, thanks the foresight to affix his bayonet earlier, and charges the grey pegasus.
>>163928Silver charges forward towards the perhaps unsuspecting creature, and hits it in the neck above the jacket and below the mask. Silver can’t see the creature’s facial expression because of the mask. But from the way it stands there, leaning to reduce the weight on a wounded leg, staring at Silver as he charges, he must surely have been surprised.
>>163931>>163929And Silver stabs it into the creature’s neck. Right before him, it flashes green, and when the flash recedes, those parts that were grey fur are now chitinous black. Blue blood slowly starts to seep out of the wound. It starts to fall backwards, and then down onto its legs.
>>163934>>163932>>163931But silver has no time to celebrate as he is hit twice in the side.
>>163933>>163934>>163935Silver stumbles, and falls halfway down onto his side. He's not yet dead or dying, but it feels like it. Silver has been hurt bad. His lung has definitely been hit, judging from how much it hurts to move or even take a breath. Blood begins to leak from him at an alarming rate, staining his fur and armor crimson. His vision starts to go a little blurry as he looks for his mystery assailant.
>>163936Normally this would be straightforward, but these are exceptional circumstances.
Roll spot.
>>163938>>163937Silver can see that his assailant came from a shot out window inside of the train, two cars down.
>>163939Is there a way for Silver to get out of the sightlines of the changeling?
>>163941Silver is almost immediately next to the front entrance, though the angle means he’d want to get halfway down if of more to be sure he’s out of line of sight.
>>163943The end is only a few tens of feet away.
>>163944Silver decides that of the options currently available to him, the best in his current state is likely to play dead and hope the changeling thinks he has succumbed to his own wounds. Perhaps then he'll get a chance to reload his Jenny when his focus goes elsewhere.
Silver's legs visibly shake, and he collapses into the small pool of blood forming beneath him. He stares blankly ahead, as if looking at something nopony else can see, and halts his breathing. Internally, he prays to Celestia the changeling will buy it. He did, after all, get shot three times this engagement.
>>163945>>163946After a solid second and a half of shooting, Silvers hears clopping, and then is jerked
“
Silver! Are you okay?!”
>>163947Evidently, from all of the shooting, Spec must have laid into the remaining changeling with everything he had. Suspecting that currently there are no remaining opponents, he allows himself to start breathing again and looks at his son with a weak smile.
"No...but I am alive."
The unicorn coughs up some blood and groans in pain. He is in a sorry state. He is bleeding profusely from three fresh bullet holes, and the puddle of his own blood that he laid down in has stained a good portion of the floofy pony. Despite his light grey coat, Spec can swear his father looks pale.
"Get me up...I do not...think I can...on my own."
>>163948“You’re alive!”
Silver’s son, an old man now in his own right, hugs him. He takes a moment, then pulls away.
“Uh, yes.”
He helps him up.
>>163949Silver strains and groans to get up on all four hooves, but with his son's help he does. Standing, he hugs his son tight, even at the risk of staining his coat with his own blood.
"I am sorry to...frighten you. Thought playing dead...give me moment to reload, take bastard...bug out."
>>163950“Are you sure? You’re bleeding.”
>>163951He lets go of his son, clearly still a bit unsteady on his four legs and still clearly bleeding profusely.
"Well...it may have only been half-playing dead..."
>>163952“Oh… heh. You really need help though.” He says, moving back, and smiling awkwardly.
>>163953"Yes...can you search bodies for ammunition? I need to...report massacre over radio. Get instructions."
>>163954“Uh… yes…” he moves away, and over to the downed Changeling.
>>163955Silver gets on the radio, and speaks into it.
"This is Silver Sword and Spectral Streak at...Jasmine Flower Station. It is massacre. Changelings disguised as Homeguard, gassed entire station and train...executed whoever was left. No survivors."
cough "We got roughed up bit, but changelings that did this are dead now."
>>163956“They did?”
“She was right. Those bastards really would do that…”
“Glad you got them? Is the area secure?”
“Is the track clear? We have a train heading north at 30 miles per hour.”
>>163957"Area is secure. We are working on moving train out of way right now."
>>163958“It’s on the tracks? Get it out!”
>>163959Silver puts the radio away, and looks to Spec.
"Come on...we need to get train out of way."