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Occupied Equestria - Last Broadcast
Anonymous
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No.165000
165002 165005
Continuing
294 replies and 8 files omitted.
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No.166319
166320
[1d20+3 = (13+3) = 16]
>>166318
Listen: Silver stops in his tracks, motioning for the others to halt as he listens carefully.
Anonymous
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No.166320
166321
>>166319
Nothing. And then, brief, subdued talking. Most likely ponish language. From behind. Then silence.
Silver "The Floof" Sword
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No.166321
166322
>>166320
Silver keeps his Jenny at the ready as he addresses the source of the sounds.

"Baltimare Home Guard. Identify yourselves."
Anonymous
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No.166322
166323
>>166321
Is Silver brandishing a Jenny, or a Grim?

Silver looks down the hallway to see... a left turn in the hallway. There is no reply
Silver "The Floof" Sword
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No.166323
166324
>>166322
Hmm...he probably should brandish the Grim, since he actually has the ammo for it. He carefully moves towards the hallway on the left.
Anonymous
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No.166324
166325
>>166323
Down this wide, black hallway, there are windows on the right, and two open doors on the left, equally spaced from the respective ends
Silver "The Floof" Sword
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No.166325
>>166324
Silver checks the first open door on the left.

"Hello?"
Anonymous
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No.166326
166327
Silver sees that the whole area is one massive room, with a ceiling extending high up to the floor above, and going back perhaps some forty or fifty feet. In the center and on the far side is a couple desks on a raised wooden platform. Surely these desks must move. With lights hanging above him, black walls, and massive devices that must be cameras aimed towards the platform, this must be a stage. Above the stage is are windows on the second floor, and on the stage stand three ponies, all wearing the green uniforms and khaki pants of the homeguard. One, a white(ish) unicorn in the center holds a Jenny battle rifle, a pony to the left carries an Great War era New Mareland submachine gun, and a pony to the right carries a bolt action rifle of an older Equestrian type, either from before the Great War, its first year, or a New Mareland model. And though they hide partly behind the platform, Silver can see that there is more than one other pony cowering behind, including an orange mare.

"Halt!" the off-white pony demands. "Identify yourself!"
Silver "The Floof" Sword
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No.166327
166328
>>166326
Silver takes a quick stock of the situation, realizing that the distribution, number, and demeanor of the ponies in this room heavily suggests survivors. He lowers the barrel of the Grim, and replies.

"Silver Sword, Baltimare Home Guard."
Anonymous
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No.166328
166329
>>166327
"And how do we know you are not with the attacking Changelings?"
Silver "The Floof" Sword
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No.166329
166330
>>166328
"I will submit myself to flashlight test if you do not believe me."
Anonymous
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No.166330
166331
>>166329
"Where are your comrades?" He asks
Silver "The Floof" Sword
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No.166331
166332
>>166330
"They should be just behind me."

Silver looks to make sure.
Anonymous
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No.166332
166333
>>166331
Sort of. They are next to him against the wall. Out of line of sight of the ponies on the stage
Silver "The Floof" Sword
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No.166333
166334
>>166332
Silver nods, then looks back to the ponies fortified in the large room.

"Permission to enter, unarmed?"
Anonymous
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No.166334
166335
>>166333
"Sure" He says
Silver "The Floof" Sword
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No.166335
166336
>>166334
Silver removes his weapons, giving them to his comrades in arms before entering the large room. The first thing he does is get a better perspective on the situation here.
Anonymous
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No.166336
166337
>>166335
Spectral Streak takes the Grim, and hooves it over to the Salmon stallion.

Silver can see the three of them are standing around about the center of the stage. The one in the center points his rifle at Silver, while the other two focus on the respective doors. Silver can see that there are one, two, three, four ponies on the floor behind the stage, trying to use the desk and the stage itself to hide. A green unicorn stallion looks up and over towards Silver, as does a blue-berry pegasus mare, who peaks at Silver through an opening in her wings.
Silver "The Floof" Sword
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No.166337
166338
>>166336
It's never good having a barrel pointed towards you, but considering the circumstances he can't really blame these ponies. Silver addresses the off-white pony, assuming he's the de facto leader of this group of survivors.

"We saw some carnage on our way through building, I am glad to see more survivors. What happened?"
Anonymous
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No.166338
166339
>>166337
"Infiltrators attacked, we retreated here." He answers curtly, and evidently unpersuaded
Silver "The Floof" Sword
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No.166339
166342
>>166338
"Again, if you have flashlight I will gladly submit myself to flashlight test."
Anonymous
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No.166342
166345
>>166339
“Don’t come any closer. Now are those you came with?” He replies
Silver "The Floof" Sword
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No.166345
166353
>>166342
Silver nods.

"They are ponies I came into building with. We have been regularly checking to ensure no replacement."
Anonymous
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No.166353
166354
>>166345
He has his rifle leveled and pointed directly at Silver, holding it up to his left side, and looking down at Silver though the optic. If Silver looked to either of the two other armed ponies, he'd see that they have their rifles leveled in the direction of the open doors.

He speaks to Silver
"So you've said, but I have civilians here, and to protect them, I need to actually see everyone who is up here. Not let us get distracted while they get the jump on us."
Silver "The Floof" Sword
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No.166354
166355
>>166353
Silver looks directly at the pony in front of him, staring him down directly through the other side of the scope. He clearly looks tired of the welcome he's been getting from these ponies.

"I have killed many Infiltrators today, stopped oil depot from exploding, lost my weight in blood after being peppered with changeling bullets, and even found three other survivors in this building before finding you. I came in here, unarmed, calm as can be despite being in sights of three armed gunponies, which would be very odd if I was Infiltrator trying to not get killed so I could complete my objective. I appreciate vigilance, but if you will not believe I am who I say I am and will not test me to see I am not changeling, then you had better just shoot me now."
Anonymous
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No.166355
166358
>>166354
He blinks, and then takes his right hoof to motion to Silver to move to the side. He yells out "Alright, come out where I can see you" evidently not at Silver.

Silver thinks he sees Spectral Streak poke his head in, and then move his head back out of line of sight again.
Silver "The Floof" Sword
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No.166358
166360
>>166355
Silver moves to the side a bit, looking back at Spec before turning again to look at the leader of these ponies.

"One of my team who came with me. Seriously, however, you can not stay here forever. I do not suppose you have been listening in to reports coming over radio?"
Anonymous
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No.166360
166362
>>166358
The lead pony looks past Silver.

"Alright, you don't want to come out? Well I've got your friend here. And three civilians. If you want to walk away, show yourselves, and put down your arms."

He resumes pointing his Jenny rifle firmly at Silver, though tending to glace to the right doorway.
Silver "The Floof" Sword
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No.166362
>>166360
Silver frowns at that statement.

"...you three are changelings, are you not?"
Anonymous
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No.166363
166364
He ignores Silver, or seems to.

"We are not fooling around here! Come out! Now!"
Silver "The Floof" Sword
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No.166364
166365
>>166363
With a groan, Silver shouts out to the three gun'ponies', "ПРОСТО ПРИСТРЕЛИ МЕНЯ УЖЕ, СЛАДКАЯ ВЕЧНО ЛЮБЯЩАЯ СЕЛЕСТИЯ!"
Anonymous
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No.166365
166366
>>166364
This startles them. Now, all three are pointing their guns at him.

[1d20 = 3]
Silver "The Floof" Sword
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No.166366
166367 166368 166369 166371 166372
>>166365
Silver just keeps on staring them down and shouting angrily at them in his native Cyrillic tongue.

"Я БЕЗ ВООРУЖЕН И ОКРУЖЕН, НЕ ВАЖНО, ПОНИ ИЛИ ПОДМЕНИМКИ, ТЫ ГЛУП, ЧТО В МЕНЯ НЕ ПРИСТРЕЛ!"
Anonymous
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No.166367
166368
>>166366
All three ponies stare at Silver. The lead pony fires a single shot with a Bang at Silver.

[1d20+3 = (20+3) = 23]

The ejected cartridge hits his face immediately, and he flinches.
Anonymous
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No.166368
166369 166373
>>166367
>>166366
But it hits

[2d7 = 7]

[1d20+3 = (6+3) = 9]
Anonymous
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No.166369
166370
>>166366
>>166368
Now, both of Silver's commrades enter the fray

[1d20+6 = (2+6) = 8]
[1d20+6 = (3+6) = 9]
[1d20+6 = (11+6) = 17]
[1d20+6 = (8+6) = 14]

[1d20+3 = (2+3) = 5]
[1d20+3 = (15+3) = 18]
Anonymous
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No.166370
166371 166372
>>166369
[4d7 = 16]

[2d7 = 5]
Anonymous
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No.166371
166372
>>166366
>>166370
The lead pony is shot twice, and stumbles. The pony with the submachine gun is hit, but remains standing. The third pony, with the bolt action rifle, manages to turn and shoot.

[1d30+4 = (14+4) = 18]
Anonymous
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No.166372
>>166371
>>166370
>>166366
He shoots the Salmon pony
[2d8 = 9]
Silver "The Floof" Sword
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No.166373
166374 166376 166378
>>166368
"ЧЕРТ ПОБЕРИ!"

Silver attempts to run back towards his companions.
Anonymous
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No.166374
166375
>>166373
The pony with the Submachine gun is hit, but turns towards the Salmon pony, and fires

[1d20 = 1]
[1d20 = 6]
[1d20 = 15]
[1d20 = 14]
[1d20 = 1]
[1d20 = 3]
Anonymous
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No.166375
166376
>>166374
He hits twice
[4d6 = 19]
Anonymous
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No.166376
166377 166378 166379
>>166375
>>166373
Silver hears a high pitched whine that sounds like a crying child, and the Salmon pony falls down.

Spectral Streak turns to the submachine gun pony, and fires four rounds in rapid succession

[1d20+6 = (9+6) = 15]
[1d20+6 = (7+6) = 13]
[1d20+6 = (10+6) = 16]
[1d20+6 = (13+6) = 19]
Anonymous
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No.166377
166378
>>166376
[6d7 = 26]
Anonymous
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No.166378
166379
>>166377
>>166376
>>166373
Blue blood bursts out of the submachine pony as with a burst of green light, it turns into a changeling drone before it falls back and hits the ground.

But Spectral Streak opened himself up to fire from the rifle drone
[1d20+4 = (4+4) = 8]
Anonymous
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No.166379
166380
>>166378
>>166376
Who misses

Silver is able to retreat to cover relatively easily, as it seems everyone is distracted
Silver "The Floof" Sword
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No.166380
166381
>>166379
Silver checks on the salmon pony as a top priority
Anonymous
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No.166381
166382
>>166380
The Salmon pony is still exposed in the open. He's alive, but that's about the extent of the good news. His chest is pierced, and he is bleeding internally.
Silver "The Floof" Sword
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No.166382
166383 166385
>>166381
Silver's first task is to drag him back behind cover, and stabilize him.
Anonymous
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No.166383
166384 166385
>>166382
Silver pulls him back, but Spectral Streak is still in the fight. He fires at the rifle pony

[1d20+6 = (15+6) = 21]
[1d20+6 = (6+6) = 12]
[1d20+6 = (12+6) = 18]
[1d20+6 = (19+6) = 25]
Anonymous
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No.166384
166385
>>166383
[6d7 = 26]
Anonymous
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No.166385
166386
>>166384
>>166383
>>166382
The rifle pony is downed

Silver will need a medical roll to attempt to stabilize the Salmon pony
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No.166386
166387
[1d20+4 = (7+4) = 11]
>>166385
Anonymous
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No.166387
166388
>>166386
The Salmon pony is still bleeding, and badly
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No.166388
166389 166390
[1d20+4 = (18+4) = 22]
>>166387
"Dammit! Stay with us!"
Anonymous
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No.166389
166390 166391
>>166388
With added pressure on the barrel, Silver thinks he's achieved something. He still makes pained whines, and labored breaths.

Spectral Streak comes up to Silver.

"Are you okay?"

And from behind, a shot
[1d20+3 = (14+3) = 17]
Anonymous
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No.166390
166391
>>166389
>>166388
And Spectral Streak is shot
[2d7 = 7]
Silver "The Floof" Sword
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No.166391
166392
>>166389
>>166390
Silver physically pulls Spec into cover.

"Forget me, you are one getting shot so much! Hoof over my gun!"
Anonymous
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No.166392
166393
>>166391
“Ah!” Silver can see that the shot to Streak came from behind, and hit him lower on the barrel, around the belly.

“Ah!” He breathes out, and with a hoof, slides over the Grim. Silver presumably has a Jenny on a sling over his back.
Silver "The Floof" Sword
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No.166393
166394
>>166392
From behind...is there a changeling directly in view of them?
Anonymous
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No.166394
166395
>>166393
There was, where Streak was standing in the doorway. Bug now he’s to the side of the doorway along with Silver, out of line of sight from the room.
Silver "The Floof" Sword
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No.166395
166396
>>166394
Spec got hurt bad, but how badly is he hurt? Is he still standing or is he as bad as the salmon stallion right now?
Anonymous
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No.166396
166397
>>166395
He's in clear pain, but is still able to move around.
Silver "The Floof" Sword
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No.166397
166398
>>166396
Silver places himself between his comrades and the attacking changelings, keeping his Grim ready. He peaks the doorway for sight of the changelings.
Anonymous
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No.166398
166400
>>166397
Silver can look over to see the "pony" formerly on the left is lying on its back, dead, the pony on the right has collapsed on its belly, evidently dead, but the pony in the center is on its belly, still trying to grasp a Jenny rifle. It has lost its disguise and can pull itself forward only with its right foreleg. Behind, a light yellow pegasus stallion is poking its head up.
Silver "The Floof" Sword
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No.166400
166401
>>166398
Silver comes out, aiming the Grim directly at the still living changeling. He shouts at him.

"Drop your gun and surrender!"
Anonymous
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No.166401
166402
>>166400
Hmmm... roll intimidate
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No.166402
166403 166404
[1d20-1 = (7-1) = 6]
>>166401
Anonymous
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No.166403
166404
>>166402
The creature curls its lips back, and raises the rifle, firing a shot while holding it with its non-dominant leg.

[1d20 = 6]
Anonymous
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No.166404
166405
>>166402
>>166403
Missing, naturally
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No.166405
166406
[1d20+10 = (14+10) = 24]
>>166404
Perhaps for that fleeting moment in between him pulling the trigger on his Jenny and the sound of Silver's Grim going off, the changeling regrets his choices up to that point. It is a very brief moment, however, before the BANG of the Grim cuts him off.
Anonymous
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No.166406
166407
>>166405
Ching

It's almost difficult to manage a single shot on the Grim. Almost. The shot lands somewhere around the base of the head. The creatures head slumps down, and its magic aura and foreleg let go of the jenny rifle.
Silver "The Floof" Sword
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No.166407
166408
>>166406
"Auf Wiedersehen, Dummkopf."

Silver looks up towards the pegasus who was peaking out.

"Is everypony okay?"
Anonymous
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No.166408
166409
>>166407
Clearly frighten, he answers

"Uh, yes. I think so. You're ponies?"
Silver "The Floof" Sword
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No.166409
166410
>>166408
Silver nods.

"We are. Sorry it took so long to figure out they were not. Stay where you are for just one moment, I need to check on my comrades."
Anonymous
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No.166410
166411
>>166409
"Uh, okay" He answers, hiding behind a chair behind the stage
Silver "The Floof" Sword
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No.166411
166432
>>166410
Silver returns to Spec and the salmon stallion, pulling out their first aid supplies.

"Hold still, let me patch you two up."
Anonymous
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No.166432
166433
>>166411
Both are lined up by the wall. It looks like all three ponies will need treatment. The salmon stallion seems barely conscious, but Spectral Streak presses his teeth together, and waits for Silver to help.
Silver "The Floof" Sword
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No.166433
166434
>>166432
Spec will have to hold on for just a moment longer, as the salmon stallion's more grievous injuries take priority. What can be done to him with the supplies they have left?
Anonymous
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No.166434
166435
>>166433
Silver could try to find and remove the bullets, although it may be safe to let them linger for the moment. He has already stopped the bleeding. The salmon stallion is in most dire need of the magical coagulant, which unfortunately is in the shortest supply.
Silver "The Floof" Sword
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No.166435
166436
>>166434
Silver looks back at Spec.

"He needs that coagulant stuff..."
Anonymous
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No.166436
166437
>>166435
He breathes out. “So do you. Give him some.”
Silver "The Floof" Sword
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No.166437
166438
>>166436
"I will be fine, it is you two I am more worried about."

He still nods at Spec, and gives the salmon stallion a dose of the coagulant.
Anonymous
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No.166438
166439
>>166437
His breathing improves. He - and Silver, and Spectral Streak - needs bandaging and pain killers, and presumably plasma and blood later.
Silver "The Floof" Sword
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No.166439
166440
>>166438
While the bullets do need to be removed from the salmon stallion, they'll be fine left inside for the moment. For now, Silver focuses on just bandaging them up and giving them painkillers, starting with the salmon stallion, then going onto Spec, and then himself if any are left.
Anonymous
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No.166440
166441
>>166439
Silver feels a surge of energy as the painkillers hit him. Spectral Streak gets back up, and then slowly, the Salmon stallion. Silver feels tired, as if carried entirely by stimulants. Large portions of his body feel numb where he knows intuitively he should feel pain. His heart beats quickly, yet it doesn't move much blood. But he doesn't feel like he is in a daze. The world around him feels all too real. All three stallions are ready to proceed.
Silver "The Floof" Sword
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No.166441
166442
>>166440
"Okay, for love of Celestia, do not get shot anymore you two."

Silver goes back into the room with the survivors.

"How many of you are there?"
Anonymous
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No.166442
166443
>>166441
The yellow pegasus stallion stands up, and looks over, followed by a rust-colored earth pony stallion, and the orange unicorn mare. The Pegasus and the Unicorn are noticeably well dressed, although the blue sweater worn by the rust-colored stallion is not far behind.
Silver "The Floof" Sword
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No.166443
166444
>>166442
"Right. We are with Home Guard, and we were sent here to clear building of hostiles and rescue any captives. There may still be changelings left in what parts of building we have yet to clear, so I advise that you stay here and stay hidden until we can verify there are no more hostiles, then we will call for evac and get you out of here. Understood?"
Anonymous
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No.166444
166445
>>166443
He's standing up fully.

"Uh, yes. Thank goodness. They had us convinced that they were Home Guard. Heh" he says, looking nervous. "We'll wait"
Silver "The Floof" Sword
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No.166445
166449
>>166444
Silver nods at him.

"They had me convinced, as well. That is reason you always perform flashlight test. Wish us luck, we should be back before long to pick and other survivors up."

Silver keeps his Grim handy as he, Spec, and the salmon stallion resume their sweep of the building, likely at a slower pace to accommodate how injured the salmon stallion is.
Anonymous
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No.166449
166450
>>166445
(It should be noted that the deceased changeling has a Jenny and ammunition for it)
Silver "The Floof" Sword
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No.166450
166451
>>166449
Hmm...how much ammunition?
Anonymous
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No.166451
166452
>>166450
Two magazines, plus the magazine in the rifle
Silver "The Floof" Sword
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No.166452
166454
>>166451
Silver definitely swipes all three mags before he goes, replacing the mag he has in his Jenny.
Anonymous
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No.166454
166458
>>166452
Silver now has a full set in his rifle. Spectral Streak, limping ever so slightly, stays near the door well. But as Silver investigates the weapons left behind by the drone leader, Spectral Streak ventures further into the studio, moving over to the corpse of the drone on the far right, inspecting and then taking the bolt action rifle. The earth pony stallion starts to walk towards Spectral Streak, and then towards Silver and the door after Spectral Streak does not acknowledge him but moves towards the door.

"What do we do now?" He asks Spectral Streak, and Spectral Streak looks back to him only momentarily before placing the sling of the rifle over his shoulder, facing his head forward, and speaking as he walks towards the door.

"You heard him. Stay put for now."

The mare and the Pegasus are both standing, with the mare taking a moment to breath. The yellow pegasus tries to address Silver, or maybe it's Spectral Streak, saying

"Thank you, by the way. Can I get your name? We'll definitely want to tell this story when this is all over."

The salmon stallion cautiously pokes his head through the doorway to speak to Spectral Streak, who is limping as he walks along the wall to the doorway.
"We still don't know where-"

A loud crash, and the thunder of the second most evil sound of gunfire Silver has ever heard:
CHACHACHACHACHACHACHACHA

In a moment, Silver hears the sound of glass breaking, he sees bullet holes appearing immediately above the lowered shoulders of the limping Spectral Streak, the Salmon Stallion moving behind the wall and raising his rifle, clouds of drywall in the hallway on the other side of Spectral Streak, Spectral Streak diving down and towards the door, and the yellow stallion falling.

From the second floor above the recording studio, one of the windows that line the wall breaks.
Anonymous
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No.166455
166456 166459
boops the ponies
Anonymous
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No.166456
1962535.png
>>166455
Hiss!
104fca2
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No.166458
166460
[1d20+6 = (14+6) = 20]
[1d20+6 = (19+6) = 25]
[1d20+6 = (3+6) = 9]
[1d20+6 = (19+6) = 25]
>>166454
"SHIT!"

Silver turns his sights upwards and fires a burst from his freshly-loaded Jenny into the second floor window.
Silver "The Floof" Sword
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No.166459
>>166455
is booped
scroonches

Anonymous
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No.166460
166461
>>166458
In the dark of the window, Silver can see a dark silhouette holding what seems to be a rifle. With a quick Bang Bang Bang Bang in rapid succession, the silhouette recedes from view. In the next tense moments, Silver expects a reply. But none comes. The room above the studio, illuminated by dim blue lights, is silent, and no motion is visible through the window from this angle. More glass shatters as it falls to the floor. The yellow pegasus starts to get up. Silver may believe at first that his fall was caused by a bullet strike, but he appears unharmed. Spectral Streak, having dived to the ground behind the wall outside the doorway, peaks back in in prone position, holding his rifle. The salmon stallion, not peaking in, but speaking behind cover, laying next to Streak, says
"Well... at least we found their machine gun."
Silver "The Floof" Sword
104fca2
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No.166461
166462
>>166460
Silver calls out to the room, "Is everypony okay?"
Anonymous
fb92046
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No.166462
166463
>>166461
Earth pony:
"What was that?"

Yellow pegasus:
"I'm okay..."

Mare:
"Are there more?"

Spectral Streak:
"Almost got me. Keep your eyes up."
Silver "The Floof" Sword
104fca2
?
No.166463
166464
>>166462
"That could have been bad...maybe this room is not best place to stay hidden, yes?"
Anonymous
fb92046
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No.166464
166465
>>166463
Spectral Streak: “It’s not hidden at all. There could be more up there.”
Silver "The Floof" Sword
104fca2
?
No.166465
166466
>>166464
"Okay...change of plans. We will put these three and other captive I rescued in another room. I know of one that will be suitable." He looks to the yellow pegasus, the earth pony, and the mare. "You three are coming with us."
Anonymous
b865732
?
No.166466
166467
>>166465
Yellow Pegasus: “Sure…” he shakes, still laying on the ground with his hooves over his head. He stands up, and darts to the door. The earth pony walks more slowly, hugging the walls and glancing over to the windows above. The mare is the hardest to coax out, staying put in her hiding space. Spectral Streak walks over, and essentially carries her out of the room, looking over his shoulder at the room above. The Salmon stallion stands in the doorway to keep watch at the room, then decides to come all the way into the studio, rather than leave his flanks blind in the hallway.
Silver "The Floof" Sword
104fca2
?
No.166467
166468
>>166466
Silver, feeling like the least injured of the three and the only one knowing where they're going to go, takes point, keeping his Jenny at the ready as he leads the group back through the parts of the building they already cleared. He speaks quietly to the group as they proceed, just in case there are any eavesdropping changelings watching.

"We are making stop to pick up green pegasus survivor in camera storage room, then we will drop all of you off in second floor office. There is pair of ponies there who managed to sleep through invasion and avoid detection."
Anonymous
b865732
?
No.166468
166469
>>166467
The earth pony is now the one to reply: “Alright, we’ll follow you”. All six ponies are together in the hallway, out of line of sight from the room watching above.
Silver "The Floof" Sword
104fca2
?
No.166469
166470
>>166468
Silver keeps his head on a swivel as he leads the group towards the camera storage room, where he last saw the green pegasus.
Anonymous
b865732
?
No.166470
166471
>>166469
Silver turns left through the doorway and into the hall, which is illuminated both by electric lights and sunlight through the windows. The three civilians move hastily behind Silver, fearing to stray far, but only waiting until Silver had turned the corner to follow. Spectral Streak takes the rear, keeping his gun pointed at the shattered window, and then, last to leave the studio, behind them. The Salmon stallion takes position with the civilians behind Silver. Silver turns the corner to see an empty hallway. It’s mostly quiet, with the humming sound of distant electronic equipment. It’s oddly serene, with no bullet holes to betray the battles that took place elsewhere in this same building. Silver feels the whole building shake and sway slightly, moved by some tremor that must be imperceptible on the ground. Then it’s over in a movement. Silver hears a very distant sound of footsteps, evidently up a stairway.

Silver arrives at his destination, the film storage room. At first he sees nothing but the shelves full of film reels and various other items, but through a gap in the shelves, he sees the green fur of the poorly hidden Pegasus pony.
Silver "The Floof" Sword
104fca2
?
No.166471
166472
>>166470
Silver smiles at the green pegasus when he spots him.

"Hello again. Are you doing okay?"
Anonymous
b865732
?
No.166472
166473
>>166471
The Pegasus looks over at Silver with very wide eyes, clearly not expecting somepony to see him. After a beet, he says,
“Oh, it’s you again!”’ Yeah, I’ve just been here… not getting shot…” he moves his tail down under his legs and has an uncomfortable smile. “Did I hear gunfire?”
Silver "The Floof" Sword
104fca2
?
No.166473
166474
>>166472
Silver nods, and pulls out his flashlight to give the pegasus the changeling test.

"Yes there was. Now, hold still just one moment."
Anonymous
b865732
?
No.166474
166475
>>166473
He squints, and Silver sees his pupils dilate as his ears move back, and he leans back, picking up and folding his left hood. Silver can still see most of the eye. There’s no… obvious reflection? It seems to be an opaque white.
Silver "The Floof" Sword
104fca2
?
No.166475
166476
>>166474
Eh, close enough. Silver puts his flashlight away.

"Building is not yet clear, but we are moving you and other survivors to more secure office room on second floor."
Anonymous
b865732
?
No.166476
166477
>>166475
“Oh” he moves his tail out. “Okay.” He attempts a less awkward smile.
Silver "The Floof" Sword
104fca2
?
No.166477
166478
>>166476
Silver motions with his head for the green pegasus to follow, as he exits the room.

"Come on."
Anonymous
b865732
?
No.166478
166480
>>166477
The Pegasus follows Silver outside, where the Salmon stallion has taken point in the front. The ponies go forward down the hall until several figures walk into view from the left at the end of the hall. It’s a white Pegasus stallion in homeguard green with khakis, the vermillion pony Silver saw early, and a third pony, a dark purple earth pony stallion, also in homeguard green. The vermillion earth pony must be in his late twenties, and is actually the youngest. He carries a Jenny battle rifle, as does the white Pegasus, who is older. The last stallion, the deep purple earth pony, is probably in his forties, and carries a design of submachine gun Silver doesn’t think he’s ever seen before, with a heat shield and a curved magazine on the side. At first they point their guns at Silver and the ponies, but lower them quickly. It’s the Vermillion pony who says,

“Wait. Orange!”

The Salmon stallion replies “Kumquat.”

The white Pegasus, who has darker peppered tips on his wings, addresses the salmon stallion. “Is this floor secured?”
Silver "The Floof" Sword
104fca2
?
No.166480
166482
>>166478
Silver's initial reaction of panic of having three guns pointed at him, his comrades, and the survivors turns to relief when he hears the salmon and vermillion ponies speak what must be a code phrase to each other. Although the salmon stallion is the one addressed, Silver nods in response.

"This floor is secure, we are just gathering survivors we found and moving them to more secure room on second floor."
Anonymous
3a6a351
?
No.166481
166482
ZeebPat.gif
What's Nadir up to these days?
Anonymous
fb92046
?
No.166482
166483 166484
>>166481
reeeeeeeee

>>166480
"Alright" the stallion says. "What of the top floor?"
Anonymous
3a6a351
?
No.166483
>>166482
Well? It's a serious question
Silver "The Floof" Sword
104fca2
?
No.166484
166486
>>166482
"Unknown, most likely there are still some left. We were attacked by machine gun from top floor, though it is dead now."
Anonymous
fb92046
?
No.166485
166505
>>166073
Amber comes to the trail, a winding road built on raised terrain above the stagnating brown leaf-stained water, composed partly of mounds of dirt that by happenstance rise above the inundated forest floor, partly of alluvial deposits built up by ancient overflows of the Griffking, partly of peat and the decomposed remains of millennia of plant growth, and partly, surely, of dirt and rocks brought from long distances to fill in and reinforce gaps in the roadway. Even in day time, this pathway must be dark, shadowed by the towering growth of ancient oak trees that must surely have grown before the Grimclaw dynasty, and flanked by a thicker undergrowth of willow trees that blot out most of the rays of the waning gibbous moon. Amber knows both rationally and instinctively that she was right to not trust the road, as the same quality that makes it so necessary to Amber and the flock, makes it attractive to danger as well. Looking into the damp dirt, Amber can see what seems to be the tracks of a recent wagon passing, the showed prints of a griffin paw, and the pawprints of some unidentified by presumably carnivorous animal. And yet the alternative is much worse. The opaque waters of the swamp surely hide quicksand, snakes, leeches, freshwater alligators, and perhaps worse... but worst of all, they take from the flock what they can least spare - time. The road is the only quick way from Katerinburg to the border at Griffking, and with haste they will be in Bronzehill by mid-morning. Amber feels tired, exhausted even, and Helder has to be persuaded by the other members not to stop long for rest at the dilapidated remains of a farmhouse present on an outcropping to the left at some point in the journey.
Anonymous
fb92046
?
No.166486
166487
>>166484
"Has it been searched?" He asks
Silver "The Floof" Sword
104fca2
?
No.166487
166488
>>166486
Silver shakes his head.

"We found these three," he says, as he motions to the yellow pegasus, the earth pony, and the mare, "captive of group of changelings impersonating Home Guard unit in two-story room on this floor. After we killed impersonating changelings, we were attacked by machine gun from second story of room."
Anonymous
fb92046
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No.166488
166489
>>166487
He pauses for a moment.

"You know a bomb was found in the regional administrative building a mile from here, in downtown." Then another pause. "I doubt they did all of this just to take the station off the air."
Silver "The Floof" Sword
104fca2
?
No.166489
166490
>>166488
Silver pauses for a moment in turn.

"What kind of bomb?"
Anonymous
fb92046
?
No.166490
166491
>>166489
"A thermal area of effect bomb that would not have left us here to be talking about it if the Homeguard and the air reserve hadn't squashed them. We don't know what they have here, but we know damn good and well it's no good for us."
Silver "The Floof" Sword
104fca2
?
No.166491
166492
>>166490
"Like Colitsyn...these civilians still have to get somewhere secure until building is cleared and we can call for evac."
Anonymous
fb92046
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No.166492
166493
>>166491
"Well... we'll send someone with them. But the Changelings must be stopped."
Silver "The Floof" Sword
104fca2
?
No.166493
166494
>>166492
Silver nods.

"Okay then, we will go finish clearing this building. Do not forget about two civilians in second floor office."
Anonymous
fb92046
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No.166494
166495
>>166493
"Yes sir." He says. He motions to the ponies behind Silver. "You. Come with us." He takes his hoof and moves it towards himself in gesture, and the orange mare, the salmon stallion, the yellow pegasus, the green pegasus, and the red earth pony all come to him. "Not you" he says to the salmon stallion, gesturing for him to stop."

Then the white pegasus turns back to Silver.
"So who is going upstairs?"
Silver "The Floof" Sword
104fca2
?
No.166495
166496
>>166494
"Definitely not...eh..." Silver turns to the salmon stallion, "I realize I never got your name."
Anonymous
fb92046
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No.166496
166497
>>166495
The Salmon stallion seems to hesitate, but answers
"Azelea Bloom... private first class in the War, but a corporal in the Homeguard." He answers
Silver "The Floof" Sword
104fca2
?
No.166497
166498 166499
>>166496
Silver nots, and turns back to the white pegasus.

"He fought well but took large amount of bullets in fighting, most of which are still inside him. I worry about his continued existence if he keeps going."
Silver "The Floof" Sword
104fca2
?
No.166498
>>166497
*Silver nods,
Anonymous
b865732
?
No.166499
166500
>>166497
Corporal Bloom stands silently, and then nods and says “I know where this room is located.” The white Pegasus listens to Silver and then says,

“Very well. Corporal Bloom, escort the civilians downstairs.”
Silver "The Floof" Sword
104fca2
?
No.166500
166501
>>166499
Silver gently pats Bloom's shoulder, saying to him, "You did good today," before turning back again to the white pegasus.

"I do not know what your thoughts are as to sending somepony with him to help watch civilians, but we may need every pony we can get besides him to clear final floor."
Anonymous
b865732
?
No.166501
166502
>>166500
Bloom breathes in, then breathes out, clearly still in pain from his injuries. He nods. “Thank you.”

The white Pegasus says to Silver:
“Yeah. I agree. Corporal Bloom, can you escort them alone?”

He replies,
“If - if there’s no more bugs behind us…”

The white Pegasus:
“We just came that way. There aren’t.”

Corporal Bloom:
“Uh, yes sir. I can escort them alone.”

He motions back to the civilians
“Follow me”
Silver "The Floof" Sword
104fca2
?
No.166502
166503
>>166501
"Alright. Rest of you with me. Let us get these bugs."
Anonymous
b865732
?
No.166503
166504
>>166502
They each nod.

The last pony in the group, the middle aged deep purple pony with the submachine gun, holds his gun up and says

“I’m from Canterlot, and I say kill them all!”

They follow Silver.
Silver "The Floof" Sword
104fca2
?
No.166504
166514
>>166503
Silver leads the group back towards the unexplored part of the building, Jenny at the ready.
Amber Sunset
83964a7
?
No.166505
166513
>>166485
Time is of the essence. Amber says to the rest, "We can't afford to stop. Don't make any noise, and be prepared to wade into the water if you hear a search party approaching." She idly wonders what latitude they are on if alligators may be a problem.
Anonymous
fb92046
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No.166513
166517
>>166505
To tartarus with alligators, there could be hydras or lake serpents in these waters.

As Amber and company walk, the path becomes surrounded on both sides by water, as if built upon a berm or levy to border an inundated field now long abandoned. Federkield and Erich walk a little ahead, with Helder lagging just a little behind. Then the path goes land that is several feet above water, but overgrown with dense willow bushes and other undergrowth, capped as always by massive cypress and other deciduous trees. It isn't very far into this that Amber can see, under the dim light of the gibbous moon, a small coach mostly parked in the dirt off the road. Amber can see a yoke, but no oxen.

And next to the coach is a female griffin, whose white feathers glow under the light. She addresses Federklied and Erich. "Oh, thank Boreas you're here!"
Anonymous
fb92046
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No.166514
166515 166516
>>166504
Silver, Spectral Streak, and the other ponies walk up the stairs to see a single hallway that is much shorter than the hallways on the floor below, with one room to the left, one to the right, and one at the end.
Silver "The Floof" Sword
104fca2
?
No.166515
166523
>>166514
Silver starts with the room on the left.
Anonymous
d3b2bad
?
No.166516
166518
>>166514
As they climb the stairs, an avalanche of bullets fired from an airship destroys the building and kills two members.
Amber Sunset
83964a7
?
No.166517
166518
>>166513
Amber, under the pressure of escaping, has never hated damp terrain so much. She wonders to herself if the Hayseed Swamp is like this.

She is startled by this new appearance, who looks as much a ghost as griffon. The greatest surprise is that anyone but the searchers would be in this wilderness. She glares at Erich and Federklied, exclaiming, "You never told me about this!" Maybe they did, but I have no recollection of it and I'm away from my main notes
Anonymous
fb92046
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No.166518
166519
>>166516
F

That's not terribly far from what could happen

>>166517
The Hayseed must surely be warmer than this, as a cool Fall breeze is stilled by the undergrowth of willows. Amber hears a rustling in the bushes, which is drowned out by the whining sound of the glowing white griffin.
"The wheel got stuck in the mud on the side of the road and... my husband went off ahead with the ox. I've been alone here for I think a few hours and you're the first to come along... surely you can help move our cart here?!"

The other members of Amber's party are no less surprised to see somegriff else on these roads. Then again, they've obviously had some recent use. Erich and Helder are curious though unwilling to be any part of this, and move slightly closer, while Federklied seems unsettled, and moves further away.

Erich replies to Amber's exclamation, if only to divert attention away from the female griffin:
"Never told you what?"
Amber Sunset
83964a7
?
No.166519
166520
>>166518
Amber's imagination is evidently running wild again. Ghostly griffins will do that. "I thought for a moment you had a cart waiting. Nevermind."

A wagon would provide some helpful rest while continuing on their way, if only for a short while, but only if it is headed in the same direction. Amber asks the griffin, "Which way are you headed?"
Anonymous
fb92046
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No.166520
166521
>>166519
She looks up towards Amber and makes eye contact. Her eyes are a yellow-green, or so they seem in the moonlight. Something in her expression makes it look almost as if she wasn't expecting Amber to speak to her.

"Oh, over towards the village. By the river."
Amber Sunset
83964a7
?
No.166521
166522
>>166520
Griffons always look odd, but this is definitely one of the less ugly ones.

Amber turns to Helder. "That's not the way we're going, is it?"
Anonymous
fb92046
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No.166522
166524
>>166521
Helder takes a solid three seconds to seem to notice that Amber is speaking to him. But then he turns to Amber.

"Uh, yes. More or less."
Anonymous
fb92046
?
No.166523
>>166515
[1d2 = 1]
Amber Sunset
83964a7
?
No.166524
166525
>>166522
She blinks at his use of an affirmation for a negative question. "Yes, it's on our way or no, it's not?"
Anonymous
fb92046
?
No.166525
166526
>>166524
He blinks. Between the whining griffin and sleep deprivation he needs a second and a half to ponder Amber's question. "I'm not entirely sure what she's talking about, but it must be near the crossing."
Amber Sunset
83964a7
?
No.166526
166527
>>166525
We really do need a rest. And at the very least, helping her might convince her not to divulge if the Inquisition asks questions.

Amber turns back to the griffin in the mundane predicament. "Sure, we'll help," she answers, then looks at the wagon to see how to free it. "Why didn't you use the oxen to pull it out of the mud?"
Anonymous
fb92046
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No.166527
166528
>>166526
When Amber asks her question, the griffin is looking forward and away from Amber. But her eyes immediately move to Amber in acknowledgement of the fact that she is speaking to her. She does not reply immediately. In fact, there is a longer delay. Her eyes look around.

"My husband... the ox... it could not quite pull it out. Not how it was stuck."
Amber Sunset
83964a7
?
No.166528
166529
>>166527
"Okay…." There is clearly something this griffon is not being honest about. At least, except for the most paranoid musings she can be ruled out as an agent of the Inquisition. They would not likely come up with an elaborate trick in so short a time, they would not need to make a trap to catch them nor would they do so if they knew Amber's path. She looks to see how precisely it is stuck.
Anonymous
fb92046
?
No.166529
166530
>>166528
The left front wheel is on the road, and the left rear wheel is on solid dirt. The front right wheel is in grass, and the right rear wheel is... in a rut? It's hard to see with limited light and the undergrowth
Amber Sunset
83964a7
?
No.166530
166531
>>166529
"Only one corner is stuck, so I think we could all lift it out. It would be much easier with the oxen so they can pull. Do you know when your husband will be back?"
Anonymous
fb92046
?
No.166531
166532
>>166530
She blinks
"Sometime."
Amber Sunset
83964a7
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No.166532
166533
>>166531
Sense motive: [1d20 = 5]
Anonymous
fb92046
?
No.166533
166534
>>166532
Amber is sleep deprived, and quite frankly, isn't the best at seeing through deception. But damn it, there was something off about the delivery of that last line.
Amber Sunset
83964a7
?
No.166534
166535
>>166533
Amber blurts out, "Did your husband run off with another griffon?"
Anonymous
fb92046
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No.166535
166536
>>166534
She looks at Amber blankly and starts laughing,

"Heh heh heh, No."

Helder, Federklied, Erich, and now Amber are all next to the cart. Amber hears more rustling in the undergrowth
Amber Sunset
83964a7
?
No.166536
166537
>>166535
Amber has no choice but to admit that perhaps those paranoid musings were right now that the signs are unmistakeable. "It's a trap, run for it!" she shouts, pointing to the direction opposite the rustling and sprinting.
Anonymous
fb92046
?
No.166537
166538
>>166536
Next to the cart, two figures come out of the bushes. By their silhouettes, they must be carrying long guns.

Amber may roll to try to evade
Amber Sunset
83964a7
?
No.166538
166539 166540
>>166537
Reflex saving throw: [1d20+2 = (8+2) = 10]
Anonymous
fb92046
?
No.166539
166540 166541
>>166538
Amber can see, out of the corner of her eyes, another figure on the road in front of them, and one behind them, near where the road goes back over water.

[1d20 = 5]
Anonymous
fb92046
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No.166540
166541
>>166538
>>166539
Amber is able to dive into willows before she can be shot
Amber Sunset
83964a7
?
No.166541
166542
>>166539
>>166540
They have both directions covered! As much as Amber wants to make sure her compatriots are okay, she continues sprinting as far as possible.
Anonymous
fb92046
?
No.166542
166543
>>166541
Amber finds pretty quickly that she can't go very far at all. This location seems to be an island, though it's hard to tell. And the undergrowth is thick. All the same, she can at least, get a little bit aways from the attackers. It's not that hard to hide, with the thick willows and the limited light.
Amber Sunset
83964a7
?
No.166543
166544
>>166542
Certainly an excellent place for an ambush, though it still boggles her how in this vast territory they managed to come across a spot prepared in advance. There is no time to dwell on such matters though. How far away are the trees on the other side of the water?
Anonymous
fb92046
?
No.166544
166545
>>166543
A significant distance. Amber could honestly believe the water is an inundated field, as the proportions are rather similar.
Amber Sunset
83964a7
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No.166545
166546
>>166544
Trotting in a soggy field isn't pleasant in the best of times, and not being able to see anything as well as taking several minutes to get across….
This is one scenario where it truly is better to hide instead of run. Hide: [1d20+2 = (6+2) = 8]
Anonymous
fb92046
?
No.166546
166547
>>166545
Amber isn't the most subtle, but her task isn't difficult here. The willow bushes cover her, and the rustling of leaves in the breeze make it hard to hear her. One griffin at least looks into the bushes, evidently after Amber. Amber can hear the female griffin asking "where did he go?' But Amber can see that the other party members are being held up with their claws in the air... except for Federklied, who was evidently tackled to the ground by two griffins.
Amber Sunset
83964a7
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No.166547
166548
>>166546
Drat drat drat…I was hoping the others would make it. There is nothing I can do, I am unarmed and they have guns!
Anonymous
fb92046
?
No.166548
166549
>>166547
And yet, for this, for all of this, Amber knows exactly what would remedy this situation.

Where'd she leave her viol?
Amber Sunset
83964a7
?
No.166549
166550
>>166548
Does she not have it with her? It's the one thing she would never leave behind.
Anonymous
fb92046
?
No.166550
166551
>>166549
Naturally. Just have to ease it away from the road...
Amber Sunset
83964a7
?
No.166551
166552
>>166550
She dropped it, didn't she? Amber circles around the hostile band at a distance, trying not to make a sound. Move silently: [1d20+3 = (13+3) = 16]
Anonymous
fb92046
?
No.166552
166553
>>166551
Amber placed it down when she went to talk to the griffin. Fortunately, it was by the bushes.

Amber is able to creep through the bushes, and slowly, slowly, take the viol.

Amber can hear that Federklied had evidently reached for her gun (but the griffins disarmed her), Erich is being... impolite... and Helder is trying to negotiate. It seems they are simple bandits, as they are most interested in possessions of value, and whether or not they can obtain some sort of ransom.
Amber Sunset
83964a7
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No.166553
166554
>>166552
That…makes more sense, and explains why they were unwilling to shoot so as to not attract attention. Now that she has the viol, she retreats a short distance until hidden by the undergrowth.
Anonymous
fb92046
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No.166554
166555
>>166553
Amber has the viol now. The large instrument is a bit difficult to drag through the undergrowth, but it is possible if one is careful. They have noticed that Amber is missing, and one or two griffins has their attention focused on Amber, though finding out whether or not they are proactively looking for her, or simply keeping guard if she returns, would require reentering line of sight with them.
Amber Sunset
83964a7
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No.166555
166556
>>166554
Although a plan has already brewed in her head, for now she will stay silent and listen to what's going on.
Anonymous
fb92046
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No.166556
166557
>>166555
One male griffin has taken over interrogation. The griffin is trying to figure out where the group is going, and why. He doesn't quite believe Helder when the latter claims that they are simply travelling to Bronzehill late at night after their train was cancelled, to make it in time for the execution of a will; even if his story is strangely detailed about required witnesses and whatnot. They don't seem to know that Amber's party is fugitives, though they are certainly interested. The government probably would pay a bounty to highwaymen.
Amber Sunset
83964a7
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No.166557
166558
>>166556
Amber personally would have tried claiming that they are also criminals, even to the point of claiming to be thieves, but evidently that would not work either. Apparently the adage "no honor among thieves" holds true in Griffonia as well.

There is really only one thing Amber can do. After rubbing the mud off her talons, she takes her viol out of its case and starts playing a haunting tune.
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No.166558
166559
>>166557
Perhaps it would have; they would likely have taken their watches and let them go, if they believed Amber. But hope is a powerful thing, and it appears the bandits are hoping someone will pay handsomely for Amber's party, be they nobles ransoming relatives, or the government paying a bounty, Right now, the bandit leader's hypothesis is that the group are rebels fleeing after a successful strike, nevermind the fact that rebels fleeing an unsuccessful strike wouldn't be worth as much.

To play a haunting tune, place the bow against the string, and play it slowly. High pitched. Let the sound linger. The bandits will hear it, to be sure. No matter. It isn't for them.

But Amber knows there is True power held in the vibrations.
Amber Sunset
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No.166559
166560
>>166558
To play music in a dark forest, on the run from the authorities, with the only unrestrained creatures around being greedy bandits, goes completely against common sense. But what would common sense get her? It would be to either flee as a coward or attempt a nigh-suicidal fight. To play, to put her heart and soul into her music, is what she must do.
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No.166560
166561
>>166559
Amber has spent the last... has it been an hour? Six hours? Longer? Hard to tell... the time has passed in an almost trance-like state, being tired, dazed, stressed and sleep deprived, feeling pain any time she stopped even for a moment. But not she grasps the wood of her viol and bow. Hearing the sound... She feels alive.

Music, Amber knows well, is the ultimate freedom from constraint. Free from the constraint of the limitations of the body. Pure emotion, will, and soul. Free from matter and space and time. Why not play a song for old friends?
Amber Sunset
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No.166561
166562
>>166560
She does so, channeling her emotions and love for music into this perfect art form. All other worries and anguish can wait; in fact, they're not even relevant in comparison. Forget material woes and embrace the transcendent nature of music.
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No.166562
166563
>>166561
She saws, back and forth. She closes her eyes to focus on the music. She can hear yelling. The bandits can hear her playing. No matter. They have no power to disrupt true music.

In her mind, the music takes form. Or rather, the music depicts the act of formation. Shapes come into being from nothing; a formless void that is slowly occupied by ever changing and moving colors. Amber can't compare it to a kaleidoscope; the colors of the kaleidoscope give no pretense of tangibility. But these colors seem more like fluids, like moisture accumulating and becoming visible as it hangs in the air.
Amber Sunset
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No.166563
166564
>>166562
And so on the music plays. A swamp is nopony's idea of a good theater, nor does it have great acoustics, but qualities in those areas only accentuate music being played. With these melodies being seemingly unearthly, and Amber entirely engrossed in her performance, trivialities do not matter.
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No.166564
166565
>>166563
Amber can feel the wind around her, circling and then sucking upwards. The leaves of every bush and tree rustle, but they cannot overpower the sound of the viol. Amber plays intensely, sawing the bow back and forth with an energy she would not have thought remained within her. The complicated movements of the bow come without mediation of thought as Amber translates her will into music.

The shapes take form. The forms does not correlate with any known, but they do resemble things that fly in the air, one like a bat, and another like an insect. Over here, one mimics the shape of a griffin. They dance around in the air, with their fangs and multiple sets of wings.
Amber Sunset
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No.166565
166566
>>166564
There is no time or attention to spare for marveling at such a wondrous thing. Amber attempts to create more frightful tones in her music, to scare away those pesky bandits.
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No.166566
166567
>>166565
Indeed, there is no time for wonder. Only for the music.

Another note joins the sound, followed by another chord, until a symphony plays with Amber. If it weren't so painful, she'd be in ecstasy. The recognizable forms lose their shape once again and they twist and morph into oblong clouds of fluid that dance around and transform again.

The music is pierced by the sound of gunshots. Several of them, all from rifles. These cretins don't appreciate music. But her friends do, and this music was made by and for Amber's friends, after all.
Amber Sunset
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No.166567
>>166566
Such a cacophony rudely interrupts her music, but she does not stop playing. Her friends will be set free, and her music is tinged with menacing notes to make this clear.