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The Captain leans back, eyes wide, ears folded back, and his right hoof raised in the air. He is not the only one, as several other ponies in the group, like the mulberry pony, Steppe Eagle, and even the more distant Pipette, look back with wide eyes towards Kira. The captain is silent. They are all silent.
It’s easy enough to lift the panel and access the radial engine in each pod, with its cooling lines, radiator, and super charger. Though the lone, separated pod and the engine attached by pylon to the carriage are obvious, what is less obvious is the location of the radar equipment. To be sure, the forward attends is visible. But the actual equipment must be behind aluminum panels in the carriage
>>191342Cavaliere, although unfamiliar with this airship class's design and with airships in general, searches behind the access panels to find what must be the radar. He beckons to Silver for help if he's unsuccessful.
[1d20+2 = (3+2) = 5] >>191336High Sewn looks down and over Amber, raising a hoof and placing it to her chin. She stands there silently, as if in deep thought for several silent seconds.
“Well… one of these days, we’ll get you some proper attire. You’ll need it when it gets warm.”
>>191343Cavaliere is firmly convinced that he could be staring right at it and not know what it is. At least the engines are obvious.
>>191344Amber is a smaller mare, but on the stockier side. Maybe something that would make her look taller would be appropriate?
She smiles back.
"I have a very nice summer dress. I should show it to you sometime. You might like it and it's much newer than what I'm wearing now." >>191343Posey also searches
[1d20+5 = (4+5) = 9]>>191344Are we ready to set off the fireworks?
>>191345She pulls the hoof upwards, over the front of her muzzle. One eye swings as the other is wide open,
“A summer dress?
>>191347"Mhm! It's lighter and shorter, and it's a light blue. It was my sister's dress but my Ma let me have it." Taking note of Sewn's expression, she asks,
"Is something the matter?">>191346Evidently not before we can actually plant explosives on that radar gizmo.
>>191348Can we just do that? What are we waiting for?
>>191348She continues her position for a second, but then moves her hoof, and shakes her head.
“Oh, no. Just imagining. Do you share one dress amongst the family?”
>>191350Amber pauses, aware of what her previous statement entailed.
"Well, no…we have more clothes, but not a lot. Hoofing down our things lets them be useful longer. My sister outgrew that dress, but it fits me. It's also a gift to help me get started out here." >>191351She nods
"Mhmm. How long have you had it?"
>>191342>>191343Kira's ears fold down, and her expression turns quite sad as tears well up in her eyes. She manages a limp, sad tongue flick before sniffling. "I-I-I'm sorry, I..."
The noodle could really use a hug right about now.
Silver sets up the charges in the engines, then goes back into the airship. He does the most logical thing, which is to look for a radar screen as naturally the radar equipment should be close by to there.
>>191353"Well, to see how your dress size has kept pace with growth, for instance. You're a bit older in your adolescence so you wouldn't have grown as much, but if the dress was not made or fitted for you and if you're growing, these small changes can cause a mismatch in size. I know many ponies are okay with clothing that is ever so sightly large or small, but for those who are careful about it... Then there's also the issue of wear. Clothing may last a while, but not forever, and small damages can accumulate over time.
>>191354Awww...
If only she had some kind of wall to hide behind, or some quick way to make one...
Yes. There's a radar station in the mid-section not far past the radio operators' station. It's a single screen, black now,
>>191355"Hmm, you're right. I take good care of my clothes but what I have will never be perfect, sadly. Buying replacements just won't be possible for a while. As long as I don't look like a pauper….">>191354Cavaliere, who is no longer busy, reassures her with a hug.
"Your methods are direct but you cannot help that these ponies ae skittish. You have done the best you could in this situation and that's what matters." >>191357"It is the nature of ponies to be skittish. This world is full of monsters, and the body responds to danger faster than the mind. As a dread magus, I would know." Posey says, magically pinning up her mane, having now donned her dreadful armor.
"Not let us set off the fireworks."
>>191356Silver begins removing panels around the radar station until he finds some particularly valuable-looking electronics, which he then sets up the next charge by.
>>191360What color crayon? Asparagus? That one was my favorite.
>>191361Blue-gray. Cholera colored.
>>191359Yes, this looks like valuable electronics. Or... what exactly do valuable electronics look like? Well it has wires and tubes, so... close enough. Also Silver is aware of where the antennae are on the outside of the carriage, some of which were damaged or broken off when the airship hit the ground.
>>191357"Yes, I suppose...." She stares at Amber in silent contemplation for a few seconds more. "May need to make a project of you later...."
>>191360"
From the Halls of Montezuma,
To the Shores of Tripoli... >>191363Amber's tail wags underneath her skirt.
"If there's anything I can do for you, Miss Sewn, let me know!" she answers gleefully.
>>191363With both explosives set up, Silver gets out the detcord, connecting it to the demolition kit in the airship and feeding it through a window outside. He then takes it to the other kit(s) in the engine(s), hooking it/them to the cord and extends it out further away from the airship. He calls out to the other creatures before he does anything else:
"Everyone stand clear!"
>>191365Cavaliere makes sure all creatures in their group have hunkered down away from potential shrapnel. Aluminum shards are unpleasant to deal with.
>>191365Chatter between the creatures, with the ponies in a sort of ring around, and the griffins sometimes on the hill.
>>191366>>191367>>191368With everyone clear, Silver lights the detcord. The cord, itself filled with explosive, rapidly explodes rather than burns all along its length fast enough that the pony eye has trouble following it. Almost simultaneously, the demolition kits all explode together with a mighty
BOOM, sending pieces of metal and machinery flying and leaving smoking craters in the airship where they had been set up.
After the debris settles, Silver goes up to the airship and quickly takes pictures of the destroyed components before the structure is given the chance to collapse.
>>191369"Hooray. Now giddy up. We have airponies to find." Posey says, walking away from the explosion, in a rather vain display
With a click, silver presses together the two levers on the detonator.
The first set of explosives to detonate is the closest, the engine that separated from the carriage. The explosion is not a deep, drawn out "BOOM," but a quicker, sharper sound that is noticeably high pitched. This explosion is dry, and the party members might be able to perceive individual pieces of aluminum, cylinders, spark plugs, and super charger blades thrown outwards, upwards, every which way into the air, much further than is comfortable or safe.
Though the next set of explosions occurs almost immediately after, that fraction of a second difference is nevertheless perceptible. The connected engine nacelle, and the explosives inside of the carriage are almost simultaneous, though the nacelle goes first.
The nacelle's explosion is also sharp and high pitched, and the aluminum cover over the engine can be seen flying outwards in the air, bent inwards but most of it in a single piece. It does not explode dryly, but with a delay of a half second, fire erupts upwards and out of the nacelle, delivering a yellow-orange light.
The explosion in the carriage causes the windows to break and explode outwards, then seems to lift the inside of the carriage upwards before it falls, cracking it open then letting it fall in on itself. The sound echoes within it.
The great envelope of the airship recoils as so many pieces of shrapnel from the broken and distant nacelle hit it, then it waves as the carriage is pushed upwards. But finally, and with a second's delay after the first blast, a wave of fire starts from the lowest part of the envelope, moving upwards. It rolls upwards, evidently finding fuel in at least some portion of the gas, until it turns into a great chute of fire moving upwards. The gas does not burn evenly at all but in separate balls within the gas, looking almost like bubbles under the water that rise upwards towards the sky, if these bubbles were rising balls of fire. The fire does not consume the entire destroyer sized envelope, but only the middle portion, even if some - not all, but some - of the gas flickers and flames, as does some of the material of the envelope itself. The great exterior slowly deflates and moves towards the ground, sometimes sustaining a flame and sometimes not.
A few of those who watch, like Blackheel and the engineer, stand still for this display, though even Blackheel flinches at the shrapnel. Several others jump back, or even duck to the ground when small black and silver objects fly through the air at a speed scarcely seen by the eye. Pipette doesn't react at all. There is much flittering and movement of feathers from the griffins, though most of them are beyond line of sight.
[Read more] >>191373>It rolls upwards, evidently finding fuel in at least some portion of the gas"So there was hydrogen in the envelope..." Posey observes
"Do not forget the pictures."
>>191373Hmmm...the fire was definitely not Silver's intention. It's an exceptionally good thing he did
not listen to the ideas to blow it up earlier. Silver stands steadfast in the face of the shrapnel, feeling much like he did a few days earlier at the quarry when he detonated that bomb.
Kira: "EEP!"
The noodle is startled by the explosions, fire, and shrapnel. She has to comfort Hazel the mouse, as no doubt the tiny creature was also startled. "Shh, it's okay Hazel, it's okay."
With the current hazardousness of the location, Silver decides it's probably a good idea to instead take a picture of the airship from a distance. It's probably good enough proof that the engines and radar were destroyed, considering the airship is currently on fire. "Alright, that should do it. Let us depart before fire decides to spread, or before someone comes to investigate."
Silver turns around in the direction Kira indicated the airponies likely are, and begins to lead the party in that direction.
Survival: With the party departing in the likely direction of the missing airponies, Kira takes the opportunity as they travel to see if she can spot any medicinal herbs along the way.
[1d20+11 = (2+11) = 13] [Read more] >>191375We already rolled survival weeks ago, and the result was above 25. You shouldn't need to roll again.
>>191373Cavaliere looks stolidly on from afar, a small satisfied smile gracing his beak.
"That is one thing we don't have to worry about any longer. Let's move quickly. Without anything left to recover, they won't hesitate to shell this area, and we couldn't have given them a better flare marker.">>191375Cavaliere assists if it matters at all.
[1d20+3 = (4+3) = 7] >>191375squeak squeakHazel is
absolutely frightened, trying to bury herself in Kira's fur, then a failed and rather uncomfortable attempt to hide in Kira's left ear, before moving along Kira's back and evidently trying to hide in or under her backpack. Perhaps Kira gets ahold of her first.
Kira herself has reason to be terrified. She didn't exactly intend to make her way all the way to Equestria, just to be killed by a falling piston on a deserted island.
Silver may take a picture from further away, though the fog will limit the maximum distance. There is a gasoline fire on the left engine nacelle, which produces disproportionate light.
Kira finds some grass. Ponies like grass, right?
[Read more] >>191378He gets as close as he well dares to take the picture, which is close enough that the fog isn't obscuring the picture but not so close as to melt the camera and/or his flesh. Also probably best to try to angle the picture away from the glare produced by the gasoline fire.
Kira: "Does the grass here on Equus have medicinal properties? I mean, it
is a land of magic and Harmony. I could whip some up into poultices as we travel."
>>191380Kira rolled a 25+ on Survival to locate the airponies the other week. Are we able to find them now?
>>191380Alright, with that, the party's business in the area
should be concluded. Silver leads the party in the direction of the missing airponies, while Kira slumps down and, for lack of a better term, "drags her tail" along. She really could have used that win.
The party knows where the last set are most likely to be - on the opposite side of the bay, along that long peninsula leading towards the lighthouse. Down the mountain, along the ridge that runs down the middle of the island, then up the string of hills north of the whaling station. At every point, however, the party will be near - not necessarily on, but near - the bay that is the landing spot of the GRU soldiers.
>>191384Win? They burned down the blimp and found the ponies mostly alive. What else is a win?
>>191385The noodle is feeling a bit down due to feeling like she's useless and when she acted useful the creatures viewed her as a pony-eating monster.
The airship continues to burn, providing an orange glow against the mountain. The clouds that for so long have engulfed the mountain finally start to move away, and now as the party descends, looking backwards they can see the naked basalt stones that litter the hillside and tint it grey and black. After not much time, even the airship can be seen.
Then black smoke pops up on the hillside, followed by rumbling that shakes the ground. The GRU have started shelling around the party's former position.
>>191386Mala looks as if he could pet the noodle, but he keeps his distance
>>191387Kira's making it
really hard for Mala to ignore the urge to pet the noodle. If you ignore the snake tail she's just sort of dragging behind her as she slithers forward automatically, he would be convinced that she's just a really sad pony with droopy face and teary eyes and folded ears. Somehow a sad tongue flick feels more heartbreaking than any sad pony he's ever seen in his life.
>>191388Mala looks to either side before advancing ahead and leaving his position in the rear. Kira likely sees him from her periphery advancing on her, though she does not hear him. Then she feels him tentatively, and awkwardly, place a paw on her back and mane, and try to pet her. He has several individual paws, and save for the occasional touch of a claw, the pads of his paws are noticeably softer than the edges of pony hooves.
"Do you uh, want to talk about it, or... wait until there is somewhere more" his eyes dart side to side "private?"
>>191389Kira closes her eyes, and her tongue flicks out again, this time with a bit more vigor. She smiles, and looks over at Mala.
"Thank you. It's fine, I just...feel a bit useless right now." She rubs her shoulder with her other hoof. "This is the first time I've been on a mission like this. I'm not used to it. And, you know...I don't like feeling like I'm a monster..."
Her eyes glance away from the captain as she says this last part.
>>191387>Then black smoke pops up on the hillside, followed by rumbling that shakes the ground. The GRU have started shelling around the party's former position.Posey gives a bit of a smug smirk as she glances back, still walking.
>>191390Seeing that she does not recoil at the touch, Mala pets her more so.
“You don’t get used to it. The uh, the- the other thing. I’ve never been on a mission before either.”
>>191392Kira looks over at Mala with a confused expression on her face. "Huh? You don't seem very monstrous to me. In fact, you seem more like a super friendly pal."
>>191393This elicits a small smile, and he looks into her eyes with brown eyes subtly tinted red and gold.
“I am glad you think so. It uh, hasn’t been like that for much of my life…” looking down and away