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>>163556Silver nods, and takes the colt out of sight. Once he does, he turns to the green pony.
"Alright, be honest: you are changeling, yes?"
>>163557His eyes widen, his pupils become smaller, and his ears fall down.
"N-no I'm not."
He sort of smacks his lips after speaking, as if trying to wet them
>>163558"Listen, if you are, this is your out. Unlike my son, I do not like to shoot unarmed opponents, including changelings. You can go to your brethren confident in knowing you have done your part."
>>163560Now, he opens his mouth, and Silver can hear a sound of breathing in. He moves back, until his tail makes contact with the steel case of the unit.
>>163561Silver tilts his head.
"I am being serious, just be honest with me."
>>163548Amber positions the pile of blankets–and herself–between the metal device and the wall so that it's hidden for the most part, and a casual glance would suggest these were tossed there for storage.
>>163562"Eye, eh, um..."
His mouth closes, and then his lips become relaxed and straighter. He makes a slow breath out his nose. Then he speaks in a voice that sounds alien, not only for the accent, but for a strange quality of having two tones at once.
"The refinery and the terminal are both supposed to be destroyed. If necessary, I along with it."
>>163563Amber does have the difficulty of the gap between the wall and the roof. Unless she moves the machine towards one of the side walls at either end of the structure.
>>163564"You are more than free to continue to try to blow it up, but I am certain you will be stopped either way. Retreating and regrouping will accomplish same thing without needlessly dying. You are clearly talented infiltrator if you made it this far without anypony before me catching on, what is point of throwing away your life when you can otherwise continue to serve Hive? There is far more war after this, and Hegemony will need every Infiltrator they need for this one."
>>163565Okay, add another diplomacy roll
>>163567The creature moves to the right slowly, seemingly trying to find a position where he can move back without running into steel. He keeps his eyes focused on Silver.
>>163568"And I will freely admit, if my son finds out, he will not be willing to let you go. I am giving you chance. I pray to Great Mother you take it."
He speaks
"I did not like our orders. To die for it."
The creature moves to the right, and moves to the right, and moves to the right, until there is nothing behind him. Then he turns around, and gallops off, tail down low.
>>163572Silver nods in his direction as he leaves, happy he chose this path. Silver returns to where he left Spec and the white pony, seeing how the two are doing.
>>163573Overhead, Silver hears a loud
swoosh sound. It's almost like the sound of burning gas, waving and disrupted in the wind. Overhead, a plane flies, and then another one with the same roaring
swoosh sound. It's low and close enough that Silver can see the tin can-like design, the angled back wings, the gaping hole where the prop out to be, the yellow stripes, and the rows of rockets under the wings. As it moves further, Silver can hear the distant sounds of multiple machine guns.
Further away, and almost in the same direction as Silver saw the green pony run off to, although a little to the left, Silver can see Spec along with the off-white pony next to a unit with many more pipes, and a tall, thin chimney.
>>163574For a couple of seconds, Silver wonders at the rocket-powered plane before the sound of machine guns snaps him back to reality. He gallops over to his son and the worker.
>>163575Spec and the pony each turn heavy valves, standing on their hind hooves to do so, and closing their eyes. As this is complete, Silver can hear the sound of gas burning above them.
>>163576Silver moves to help them, figuring three ponies is better than two.
"Things must be heating up, if we are sending in those rocket...plane...things."
>>163577The entire complex is a byzantine labyrinth of pipes. There are enough valves for Silver to turn.
Spec looks over at Silver
"Good to see you back." But he turns his head back to the unit, and to the next valve. "Yeah, close air support. You can tell central command doesn't give a damn about spooking civilians. I don't know if there is anything more the changelings could do to send the ponies into a state of fear than what the Republic is doing."
>>163578"I heard machinegun fire. Perhaps changeling agents in city are moving into open warfare."
>>163579“Yeah, it seems like it. They are all coming out into the light now. And the Homeguard is responding with heavy weaponry of its own.”
>>163580"This will mean lots of heavy casualities." He looks off in the distance at nothing in particular. "I hope Pear and foals are okay..."
>>163581“It makes me wonder if high command new what was going to happen.” He pauses, and places a hoof on his fathers back.
“They are off to safety on the other side of the peninsula. We fight the i literature here, so they can’t get to her - to them - over there.”
>>163582Silver turns to the white pony.
"How many more flares need to be turned on?"
>>163583“The flare is already on. It’s valves at the units that need to be turned.” He pauses. “I can get from here.” Then he slowly turns his body, and looks directly at Silver. “Thank you… back there. I thought it was the end. I thought I was going down with them.”
>>163584Silver smiles at the pony.
"It was nothing, just doing our jobs. But you are welcome. Do you need us to stick around and help or do you have it from here?"
>>163585“No I… I think it’s clear here. I hope.” He answers, swallowing. “Most of security is gone. Hard to tell but… I’ve got it.”
>>163586"There is still guard left. It is not much but if you need somepony, he is there." He pats the pony's shoulder. "Finish this and then get yourself to safety. My son and I are going to rejoin fight against changelings."
>>163587“Okay. Yes… and thank you again.” He says, thing out heavily and repeatedly, as if letting out suppressed fear that only now has the time to come to the surface.
>>163588Silver nods, at turns to Spec.
"Let us go, rest of Homeguard needs help."
>>163589Spec nods sharply, and the two go back to the car
>>163590Silver takes the radio, and listens in on communications for who is asking for help.
>>163564Then Amber moves the machine quietly to the end farther from the searchers.
>>163592This is difficult, as not only is the machine heavy and the floor rather thin, but Amber doesn't know if there is anygriffin downstairs who could hear the commotion. All the same, Amber is able to move the machine.
>>163595Also, roll hide (dexterity check)
Amber is fortunate that those who are after her have not prioritized checking the loft, at least yet. The commotion of her moving the machine and the blankets has prevented Amber from assessing the situation outside.
>>163597Amber has settled herself in the pile of blankets behind the machine when she hears movement downstairs, and then a minute later, knocking at the end of the room. Amber can tell pretty quickly why it has taken several minutes for them to come to her - they search together, rather than splitting up. Amber can here the sounds of one entering the top, then silence, and then the sound of him coming up, and another quickly following. She can hear them speak
"Look around"
"What is this?"
"I don't know."
"Does it look like anyone has used this?"
[1d20 = 13][1d20 = 11] >>163597>>163598Amber can hear them coming closer, and
"Does it look like anyone has lived in this?"
"With the blankets, maybe."
If Amber is looking outside at all, she can see that a light is shined in her area, although the inspection is cursory. She can hear the sound of the straw being disassembled and removed.
"Nothing in here."
"A drifter may have been living here"
"You can't say that. It could have been the Princess."
"As I said, a drifter."
And then they move closer to Amber
"What is this?"
"Some kind of... I don't know what that is"
But then a third voice speaks up. An older voice
"That's a tilt table"
Amber can hear them taking a closer look at the machine, and then the blankets behind.
"I don't see anything. Or hear anything."
And now, she hears
a fourth voice
"We hear the car."
This is all the intruders need to vacate the loft.
After some seconds, Amber is alone again.
>>163598>>163599Wew. That was close, too close. Amber waits until they're far enough that they won't hear the floorboards creak, and tentatively looks out before leaving the pile of blankets. She looks below the loft and, if it's clear, goes downstairs to better ascertain what's going on.
>>163600What makes the barn a bit more dangerous is that there may or may not be anyone downstairs at any moment, and it is hard to tell. So Amber would presumably be very slow in cautious in moving all the way across the top of the loft.
Peaking down. Amber sees no movement. From the windows, Amber can tell that it is late afternoon, but the sun is most definitely still out
>>163601Are there any griffons staying behind in those shadows, looking for any hiders who may venture out? Part of Amber, perhaps her smarter half, wants her to stay upstairs a good while longer, as there is no conceivable way to help her friends anyway. Nonetheless, although hiding in one place may be more prudent is it really the way to go through life?
Slowly, she creeps down the stairs.
>>163602Roll Spot (wisdom modifier)
>>163603I have four ranks in Spot, that doesn't come into play?
>>163606Amber can see that the lower level seems to be vacated, although she can't really see into every stall, nor into the operation room at the end of the stable.
>>163607Amber cannot investigate outside the barn without knowing the inside is clear. She glances into the operating room first and then each stall, careful not to expose herself.