Fallout: Equestria (IC)

[Socialist Shadow Republic]

Marciline dropped her spell, inhibitions suddenly gone, so she could focus on flying. She easily over took Thunder with her larger wings, she looped around and flew into an old decrepit building, tucking her winds in as she roared into the tower. She flapped them a few times to keep up her momentum, but she ducked around corridors and down hallways. She turned more corners at breakneck speeds, lost in the adrenalin of the moment, and maybe just a little actually lost. She spotted the other end of the building and dove out the window into the open air next to the skeletal tower with a whoop.

Noticing that Marci was, once again, visible, Thunder Flare smiled at the sight. 'Dangit, why is she so fast alla' a sudden?' He asked himself. Banking left to follow her through the building, turn for turn, he managed to keep up with her. Shattering through the veil of darkness inside the structurally-unstable building, and into the light, Thunder pulled up next to Marciline. "Marci!" He shouted. "I think—whew—I think I'm gonna take a quick brea—." He didn't finish his sentence.

Falling towards the ground, he might have appeared as if he were in a normal dive. But, in truth, he had passed out from the lack of blood pumping oxygen to his brain. Wind whipping at his fur and wings, his eyes slowly snapped to. And, before he could splat on the ground, he spread his wings and leveled out. Lightly crashing into the snow, he found himself huffing and puffing from the exertion. Talking aloud, while looking to the sky, he panted, "haha… must've really… done myself in… yesterday."

[American Anarchist Republic]

Tide walked around the tower, examining his surroundings. He picked up some old heirloom that seemed Griffon in origin, as he tossed into the air and caught hit. And again. And again. And...well, you know. Eventually, his carelessness with game sent him spiraling out of the tower, the black fist of his Cutie Mark speeding torwards the ground. He (barely) managed to stop him self, as he gently landed in the snow.

[The Flutterlands]

Moon Tower

After along walk down the smoky flame lit street, Hope and the gang arrived at Moon Tower. Spot gazed up at the tall building, he wondered what changes have been made inside during the three hundred years. He looked around the court yard, there were countless ponies, and yet, they all seemed... alien to him. He's been asleep for three centuries, everyone he knew then, with the exception of Hope, (who also seemed rather alien to him, in her strange armor, and her decayed form.), are dead, they died in the war. Even with all these ponies around, he felt, alone.

As, Hope looked around the courtyard, she noticed that something rotten was amiss here. There was talk of a mad grenadier running amok like a maniac; She worried for Spot's safety. The ghoul mare lead the team into the Tower. She knew that there was a hotel there; She has enough caps for herself and Spot. Though, other gang members, she supposed, had their own caps to spend. Hope came to a clerk, and plopped down a bag of Caps on her desk.

"30 caps for a room for two, mam." Hope said, "Me and the foal here."

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Seaddel institute

When the clan reached the Seaddel institute, they ran into some rather, unfortunately, familiar faces. They were clearly AJ rangers, and they were clearly not happy about seeing them, perhaps they're still angry about the last time they had an encounter. When, the clan practically sacked them. They didn't kill anypony, but they did ran off with a lot of their stuff.

"Uh, Hi guys." Dark Heart said, somewhat nervously, "How are you? Long time, no see."

[Fantrum]

Marciline dropped her spell, inhibitions suddenly gone, so she could focus on flying. She easily over took Thunder with her larger wings, she looped around and flew into an old decrepit building, tucking her winds in as she roared into the tower. She flapped them a few times to keep up her momentum, but she ducked around corridors and down hallways. She turned more corners at breakneck speeds, lost in the adrenalin of the moment, and maybe just a little actually lost. She spotted the other end of the building and dove out the window into the open air next to the skeletal tower with a whoop.

Noticing that Marci was, once again, visible, Thunder Flare smiled at the sight. 'Dangit, why is she so fast alla' a sudden?' He asked himself. Banking left to follow her through the building, turn for turn, he managed to keep up with her. Shattering through the veil of darkness inside the structurally-unstable building, and into the light, Thunder pulled up next to Marciline. "Marci!" He shouted. "I think—whew—I think I'm gonna take a quick brea—." He didn't finish his sentence.

Falling towards the ground, he might have appeared as if he were in a normal dive. But, in truth, he had passed out from the lack of blood pumping oxygen to his brain. Wind whipping at his fur and wings, his eyes slowly snapped to. And, before he could splat on the ground, he spread his wings and levels out. Lightly crashing into the snow, he found himself huffing and puffing from the exertion. Talking aloud, while looking to the sky, he panted, "haha… must've really… done myself in… yesterday."

Marci was still whooping and laughing when she turned and saw that Thunder wasnt there. Looking all around, she found him on the ground. She dove after him and landed next to the downed Pegasus, "Im so sorry! I forgot about the blood loss, you shouldn't be out flying like this!" There was a tone of genuine worry in her voice, and while she was fussing over Thunder, she missed the other Pegasus landing nearby. She shifted her anti-machine rifle, which had become askew while she was flying, into its place across her back.

[American Anarchist Republic]

Tide quickly trotted over to the unknown ponies."Ya friend all right?"He said as he moved to look at the other one."I might know what to do to fix him up."

[Socialist Shadow Republic]

Marci was still whooping and laughing when she turned and saw that Thunder wasnt there. Looking all around, she found him on the ground. She dove after him and landed next to the downed Pegasus, "Im so sorry! I forgot about the blood loss, you shouldn't be out flying like this!" There was a tone of genuine worry in her voice, and while she was fussing over Thunder, she missed the other Pegasus landing nearby. She shifted her anti-machine rifle, which had become askew while she was flying, into its place across her back.

Tide quickly trotted over to the unknown ponies."Ya friend all right?"He said as he moved to look at the other one."I might know what to do to fix him up."

Laying there in the cold snow, Thunder was very thankful to have his jackets and muscular density he did. Feeling particles of snow and a light wave of air wash over his body, the downed pegasus looked up and saw Marci standing over him. "Haha," he laughed weakly, "it ain't your fault… I mean, heck, I forgot, muhself." Pausing to inhale and exhale for a few seconds, he finished, "jus' need t' catch muh breath."

Thunder Flares sides heaved up and down with the rhythm of his breathing. Then, at some point after Thunder having fallen, some strange pony came waltzing up and offered help. Chuckling good-naturedly in response, he said, "hehe… 'less ya can grow blood outta' nothin'… ain't much anypony can do."

[American Anarchist Republic]

Marci was still whooping and laughing when she turned and saw that Thunder wasnt there. Looking all around, she found him on the ground. She dove after him and landed next to the downed Pegasus, "Im so sorry! I forgot about the blood loss, you shouldn't be out flying like this!" There was a tone of genuine worry in her voice, and while she was fussing over Thunder, she missed the other Pegasus landing nearby. She shifted her anti-machine rifle, which had become askew while she was flying, into its place across her back.

Tide quickly trotted over to the unknown ponies."Ya friend all right?"He said as he moved to look at the other one."I might know what to do to fix him up."

Laying there in the cold snow, Thunder was very thankful to have his jackets and muscular density he did. Feeling particles of snow and a light wave of air wash over his body, the downed pegasus looked up and saw Marci standing over him. "Haha," he laughed weakly, "it ain't your fault. I mean, heck, forgot, myself." Pausing to inhale and exhale for a few seconds, he finished, "jus' need t' catch muh breath."

Thunder Flares sides heaved up and down with the rhythm of his breathing. Then, at some point after Thunder having fallen, some strange pony came waltzing up and offered help. Chuckling good-naturedly in response, he said, "hehe, 'less ya can grow blood outta' nothin', ain't much anypony can do."

Tide swuinted his eyes at him, as he anlalyzed him."Ya' might've damaged your lung or both of your lungs, but if that isnt the case, then I cant do squat." He walked over and sat on a old piece of concrete, and pondered how to help the pony.

[Mooseolini]

As Pitch laid back in his bed, he thought about what his final fight with Crossfire would be like; Will it be a glorious one? Will it be epic? Will history remember it as the day, that Crossfire fell to Pitch's knives? Yet, as Pitch Black continued, he came to a sudden question; Will it be worth killing her? At that, he gained a strange... feeling burning through his body. A feeling that his rotted heart has not felt throughout his life. There was something about Crossfire that has called Pitch's attention. Something about the cursed mare stood out above the rest. now that he thought about it, he did find Crossfire to be... beautiful, and that's something rare to find among ponies. The feeling in his heart burned ever more. Soon, it became a desire! A desire that surprised the ghoul unicorn; He never expected that his lust for Crossfire's blood, would have evolved into a lust for her mind, body, and soul, as well. Lust... the desire is becoming a lust! It' burned through Pitch's body like a fire; No; like a hellfire! His body intensified; he began to feel, to his own dismay, somewhat... aroused.

Why?! he thought embarrassed by this new feeling, Why must this desire, escalate to this? Crossfire is my enemy! She'll never fall for me!! Besides, I'm nothing more than a zombie! How could anymare love somepony like me?! Yet, she won't leave my mind!! Her beauty; her mane; her eyes! They must be mine! SHE MUST BE MINE!!!

Pitch was shocked at his own thoughts. He stared blankly at his ceiling. He just came to a new conclusion; Not only must he kill Crossfire to settle a score, but now, he must kill her to purge himself of this lustful ambition, once and for all! It'll be that She'll be his, or she'll be death's! It'll all be decided by her!

Your time will come Crossfire, and when that time comes, you'll surly, finally and ultimately be... mine, or you will DIE!!

OOC: If any of this is NSFW, let me know.

[Fantrum]

Laying there in the cold snow, Thunder was very thankful to have his jackets and muscular density he did. Feeling particles of snow and a light wave of air wash over his body, the downed pegasus looked up and saw Marci standing over him. "Haha," he laughed weakly, "it ain't your fault. I mean, heck, forgot, myself." Pausing to inhale and exhale for a few seconds, he finished, "jus' need t' catch muh breath."

Thunder Flares sides heaved up and down with the rhythm of his breathing. Then, at some point after Thunder having fallen, some strange pony came waltzing up and offered help. Chuckling good-naturedly in response, he said, "hehe, 'less ya can grow blood outta' nothin', ain't much anypony can do."

Tide swuinted his eyes at him, as he anlalyzed him."Ya' might've damaged your lung or both of your lungs, but if that isnt the case, then I cant do squat." He walked over and sat on a old piece of concrete, and pondered how to help the pony.

Marciline eyed this pony with caution, it wasnt everyday that some random Pegasus offered medical help in the wasteland. She kept herself calm and not shooty as she spoke with an even tone, "Thats quite alright stranger, my friend just needs a moment to let the blood get back to his head." She stood in a distinctly defensive posture. She was ready to summon her shield at a moment's notice, and was hoping it didnt come to that.

[American Anarchist Republic]

Tide swuinted his eyes at him, as he anlalyzed him."Ya' might've damaged your lung or both of your lungs, but if that isnt the case, then I cant do squat." He walked over and sat on a old piece of concrete, and pondered how to help the pony.

Marciline eyed this pony with caution, it wasnt everyday that some random Pegasus offered medical help in the wasteland. She kept herself calm and not shooty as she spoke with an even tone, "Thats quite alright stranger, my friend just needs a moment to let the blood get back to his head." She stood in a distinctly defensive posture. She was ready to summon her shield at a moment's notice, and was hoping it didnt come to that.

Tide was deep in thought on if he could heal internal injuries and at the same the inner workings of free will when he noticed the tone in her voice."Okay.By the way, im not gonna attack you ponies."

[Socialist Shadow Republic]

Marciline eyed this pony with caution, it wasnt everyday that some random Pegasus offered medical help in the wasteland. She kept herself calm and not shooty as she spoke with an even tone, "Thats quite alright stranger, my friend just needs a moment to let the blood get back to his head." She stood in a distinctly defensive posture. She was ready to summon her shield at a moment's notice, and was hoping it didnt come to that.

Tide was deep in thought on if he could heal internal injuries and at the same the inner workings of free will when he noticed the tone in her voice."Okay.By the way, im not gonna attack you ponies."

Believing that he had allowed his body enough time to slow down and relax, Thunder Flare cautiously placed his hooves below his body and pushed himself onto all fours. When he did so, some of his remaining blood went rushing towards his head, instantly creating a dizzying sensation. "Ugh...", was all the amber pegasus said in protest against the feeling. After balancing himself out, he lightly nudged Marci with his body in an "I'm-ok" gesture. "Whoa, there, stranger. Ain't anypony say anythin' 'bout attackin' others." Examining the pony in front of him, he wasn't quite sure what to make of the other pegasus. Yet, carefully, he offered his hoof out for a friendly shake. "Anyhow, howdy, I'm Thunder Flare. What's yer name, stranger?"

[Neo Byzantine Empire]

Crossfire's Entourage had finally arrived at their destination; the old walls separating the Upper Class district from the rest of the city, old and new alike, standing as a testament to better times, at least by comparison. Still; nevertheless, it was a good sign for the Pegasus Mare, eager to display to her friends and companions what fruits a little labor could bear... Only to find that smoke rose from within the district.

She broke out into a full gallop upon seeing this; the guards she had left behind meeting with the ponies she had sent ahead earlier; arguing about whether or not they were on the same side. Crossfire's presence served to soothe the tensions; the guards lowering their weapons first, while the others followed suit.

"Guard Captain..." She said, staring at the two smouldering holes on the side of the still-intact house, and the body of a pony covered in a blanket. "What happened here?"

The Hunter; Sure Shot, stepped forward, a grim expression on the Stallion's face. "My lady." He said, looking down to the body and back at the house before turning to face Crossfire once more. "We were attacked by some ambitious Raider. I managed to scare him off, damn near took his head off instead. Before I could turn about, however; he managed to get a couple grenades inside the house... As you can see, the bastard got lucky..."

"I see..." Crossfire said, her expressionless face and ever-calm demeanor carrying an air of intimidation and eeriness this time rather than inspirational level-headedness. It was difficult to tell what she was thinking... She wasn't mad, this was a mere set back. The loss of life was... Unfortunate, no question about it, though she had not known the Mare personally... Ah, but that's the baleful influence of the Wastes speaking. Was she angry? Was she stricken by sorrow? If so; she let nopony see any physical trace of such emotions; emotions she'd grown good at drowning out in the whirlwind of thoughts that made up her mind.

"I believe Skye was her name..." Sure Shot said after a long, awkward silence.

Crossfire took one look at the body of the Mare, taking a deep breath and shutting her eyes for a moment before opening them once more. "Somepony inform her relatives in Moon Tower... If she has any. They deserve to know." She said, watching two of Skye's friends and companions silently comply, heading off in the direction of Moon Tower. "As for the rest of you; there will be time for a proper send-off later. For now; we have work to do." With that said and done; the Pegasus walked off in the direction of an old House; the front door of the Manor blocked by debris, which she tasked herself with clearing; taking her mind off this recent turn of events through manual labor; her seemingly emotionless reaction to such likely to have an impact with the others. She only wished the matter dropped for now; that grim reality she'd thought about earlier returning to haunt her.

[Fantrum]

Marciline eyed this pony with caution, it wasnt everyday that some random Pegasus offered medical help in the wasteland. She kept herself calm and not shooty as she spoke with an even tone, "Thats quite alright stranger, my friend just needs a moment to let the blood get back to his head." She stood in a distinctly defensive posture. She was ready to summon her shield at a moment's notice, and was hoping it didnt come to that.

Tide was deep in thought on if he could heal internal injuries and at the same the inner workings of free will when he noticed the tone in her voice."Okay.By the way, im not gonna attack you ponies."

Believing that he had allowed his body enough time to slow down and relax, Thunder Flare cautiously placed his hooves below his body and pushed himself onto all fours. When he did so, some of his remaining blood went rushing towards his head, instantly creating a dizzying sensation. "Ugh...", was all the amber pegasus said in protest against the feeling. After balancing himself out, he lightly nudged Marci with his body in an "I'm-ok" gesture. "Whoa, there, stranger. Ain't anypony say anythin' 'bout attackin' others." Examining the pony in front of him, he wasn't quite sure what to make of the other pegasus. Yet, carefully, he offered his hoof out for a friendly shake. "Anyhow, howdy, I'm Thunder Flare. What's yer name, stranger?"

Marciline didnt let her guard down for a second, and when she was nudged from the side, she jumped a little. Regaining her composure rather fast, she stands back as Thunder walks forward. The blue alicorn knew she had been in this Pegasus' place not two days ago, but still, his timing was creepy. She was itching for a fight, she could feel it in the air, but she knew it wasnt with this pony. The apprehension in the air was nearly tangible, the Silence were planing something big, and their telekenitic chatter was leaving ghost voices in Marci's head. She hadnt heard anything exept her own voice in over a century, so hearing the faint whispers of an organization not unlike her (formally) own was beginning to dredge up things she had long suppressed.

[Mooseolini]

Crossfire's Entourage had finally arrived at their destination; the old walls separating the Upper Class district from the rest of the city, old and new alike, standing as a testament to better times, at least by comparison. Still; nevertheless, it was a good sign for the Pegasus Mare, eager to display to her friends and companions what fruits a little labor could bear... Only to find that smoke rose from within the district.

She broke out into a full gallop upon seeing this; the guards she had left behind meeting with the ponies she had sent ahead earlier; arguing about whether or not they were on the same side. Crossfire's presence served to soothe the tensions; the guards lowering their weapons first, while the others followed suit.

"Guard Captain..." She said, staring at the two smouldering holes on the side of the still-intact house, and the body of a pony covered in a blanket. "What happened here?"

The Hunter; Sure Shot, stepped forward, a grim expression on the Stallion's face. "My lady." He said, looking down to the body and back at the house before turning to face Crossfire once more. "We were attacked by some ambitious Raider. I managed to scare him off, damn near took his head off instead. Before I could turn about, however; he managed to get a couple grenades inside the house... As you can see, the bastard got lucky..."

"I see..." Crossfire said, her expressionless face and ever-calm demeanor carrying an air of intimidation and eeriness this time rather than inspirational level-headedness. It was difficult to tell what she was thinking... She wasn't mad, this was a mere set back. The loss of life was... Unfortunate, no question about it, though she had not known the Mare personally... Ah, but that's the baleful influence of the Wastes speaking. Was she angry? Was she stricken by sorrow? If so; she let nopony see any physical trace of such emotions; emotions she'd grown good at drowning out in the whirlwind of thoughts that made up her mind.

"I believe Skye was her name..." Sure Shot said after a long, awkward silence.

Crossfire took one look at the body of the Mare, taking a deep breath and shutting her eyes for a moment before opening them once more. "Somepony inform her relatives in Moon Tower... If she has any. They deserve to know." She said, watching two of Skye's friends and companions silently comply, heading off in the direction of Moon Tower. "As for the rest of you; there will be time for a proper send-off later. For now; we have work to do." With that said and done; the Pegasus walked off in the direction of an old House; the front door of the Manor blocked by debris, which she tasked herself with clearing; taking her mind off this recent turn of events through manual labor; her seemingly emotionless reaction to such likely to have an impact with the others. She only wished the matter dropped for now; that grim reality she'd thought about earlier returning to haunt her.

Bounty sniffed the air. The atmosphere here stunk with the smell of his enemy.

'He was here...' he thought.

When he got to a certain point near the smoking house, he looked and found a knife, chucked into the wall. The knife could have only come from one pony. He tilted his fedora hat in frustration.

"No," he said finally, "This is no Raider's doing... It seems that you have made yourself a bigger target than you realized, Crossfire. For it appears, Pitch has just declared war on you. And your friend over there, (I give you my condolences,) has become the first casualty."

Pitch, why are you doing this? I'm here! I'm here, you know that! You can smell me the same way I can smell you! You know that I survived that Manticore trap you made! I'm the one you want! Now, come out, I just want... to... talk. Not as an enemy... but, rather... a friend!

[New Willow]

Sulphur was shocked to see the sight of the building they used as a base of operations to have several small smoke plumes rise from it... and the corpse of a pony, she didn't recognise the limp body of the mare, but it hurt her. She valued life, it was something taught in her tribe. She felt a few tears slowly roll down her face; she wasn't crying, or particularly that upset, this attack just felt too close to her new home.

She walked up to Crossfire and got a better view of the dead pony. "...A-are you okay?" She asked in a sorrowful tone. Paying little attention that other ponies were already speaking.

Death was a tiring aspect of the wasteland; it was such a common occurrence that ponies wouldn't mourn over the loss of a friend, a loved one, or just the remains of a random who died. She was sick of it. She didn't fully believe in Crossfire's new monarchy; but if she could actually bring stability and civilisation back to the wasteland, to the point where death would be seen as "sad" or something to feel sorrow for, she would be behind Crossfire. Right now, the conversation she wanted with Bright would have to wait.

[The Grumpy Cat]

Tiger Lilly slowly trotted through the streets of Seaddel, the cold piercing at her body. Being a buffalo and growing up in warm climate, Tiger Lilly isn't use to this kind of weather. She may be tough as nails, but she found the cold to be a tough as knives, even with the warm cloak she's wearing.

You've just had to come up north, just in time for the winter, didn't you? she scowled herself.

Eventually, she came upon what appeared to be the Upper Class District; Judging from the all the fancy, and yet worn out buildings, she walked by. Soon, she began to hear a slight growl; It's been awhile since she last eaten and she has nothing on her. The young buffalo then came upon a house that seemed to be in good condition, despite the smoking coming from it. As, she looked closely, she noticed a group of ponies gathered together. She ran as fast as she could towards the group, and suddenly halted in place. She look more closely and saw that one of them as died, she looked badly burned.

Did I come at the wrong time? she asked herself.

She decided to push her luck, trotted towards the group and reluctantly announced her presence. She tried her best not to show that's she cold, albeit, in vain.
"Umm... Hello," she spoke softly, trying not to stare at the burnt body, hoping not to be rude.
She did feel sad for the poor pony; Death is not something that she has grown up with rather fondly, even in the wasteland.
"I hope that I haven't interrupted anything, but,..." She was reluctant to ask, "is there a place where I can find some food?"
The cloaked buffalo's stomach growled loudly. Tiger Lilly blushed a bit.

Stupid! she cursed herself You don't just walk up to somepony and ask for food like that!

[American Anarchist Republic]

Marciline eyed this pony with caution, it wasnt everyday that some random Pegasus offered medical help in the wasteland. She kept herself calm and not shooty as she spoke with an even tone, "Thats quite alright stranger, my friend just needs a moment to let the blood get back to his head." She stood in a distinctly defensive posture. She was ready to summon her shield at a moment's notice, and was hoping it didnt come to that.

Tide was deep in thought on if he could heal internal injuries and at the same the inner workings of free will when he noticed the tone in her voice."Okay.By the way, im not gonna attack you ponies."

Believing that he had allowed his body enough time to slow down and relax, Thunder Flare cautiously placed his hooves below his body and pushed himself onto all fours. When he did so, some of his remaining blood went rushing towards his head, instantly creating a dizzying sensation. "Ugh...", was all the amber pegasus said in protest against the feeling. After balancing himself out, he lightly nudged Marci with his body in an "I'm-ok" gesture. "Whoa, there, stranger. Ain't anypony say anythin' 'bout attackin' others." Examining the pony in front of him, he wasn't quite sure what to make of the other pegasus. Yet, carefully, he offered his hoof out for a friendly shake. "Anyhow, howdy, I'm Thunder Flare. What's yer name, stranger?"

"Pleasure to meet ya'! Im Rising Tide." He said with a chipper smile. "Welp, I need to get some food." He said as he distracted himself from the strangers and flew into the air, as he began an search from the skies. He began a low sweep through the surrounding buildings, and stopped when he reached a old cola machine.

[Lunas Legion]

Moon Tower

"Very well." The mare grabbed the bag and placed it under the desk before placing a key on her desk, pushing it across. "First door on the left."

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Moon Tower Gate

"Hey, it's the boss!" A Minotaur clad in heavy metal armour shouted out as Utopia, Zene and Flashbang trotted up to the gate.

"Trust you to watch for us, Blackeye." Utopia snorted.

Blackeye shrugged, his lone coloured eye blinking slowly. "You got me outta that lab for nothin', and I always pay my debts."

"Of course." Blackeye turned and walked back through the gates, followed by Utopia and the others.

"How've things been going?" Utopia asked casually as they trotted towards the Gang's safehouse and barracks in Moon Tower.

"Not good. 'Aven't 'ad anythin' from the outposts and none of the patrols came back in. Reckon they've all run like the Enclave back in the day."

"Heh. Could've expected that, bunch of bloody unreliables. We've lost the Octogon and the place is all but worthless without the security systems. Seen any others from the Gang? Dusty got a small band out through the tunnels, sent them here."

"Nope. Nothin' at bloody all. Might've come in when I wasn't watchin', but more likely they got caught in that wierd smoke to the south. Bloody thing stinks like a Raider charnel house."

"Damnit." Utopia swore under his breath. "Bloody Silencers. They're going to pay so much, they'll be in debt to the bloody clouds."

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Seaddle Institute

"You." Gunner snarled from his perch above the door. "You come crawling back after all this time. Whadaya want now, huh? What your parents did? The Vault's location? Entry codes? Floor plans? Fuck off, Darky. You ain't getting nothing."

[The Flutterlands]

Moon Tower

"Very well." The mare grabbed the bag and placed it under the desk before placing a key on her desk, pushing it across. "First door on the left."

"Thank you, mam" Hope thanked, 'Come along, Spot."
Hope then, turned to the gang members, it felt weird having such authority over them, even though that it may just be coming to an end soon.
"Uh..." she tried to speak, "Await the Boss, let me know when he arrives."
The gang members nodded, all of them anxious to see Utopia again.

Hope lead Spot down the hall, to their room. Hope figured that staying at Moon Tower, would be a good opportunity to teach her cousin, how things work in the Wasteland, specifically, economics. But, first, Hope decided that what Spot needed for now, is a bath. The ghoul used the key to unlock the door. Spot looked around, the room was a bit small, big enough for two, actually. It was just a bedroom, with a door leading to a bathroom, and an a small lounge area.

Hope got her power armor off, placed it in a corner, and went to into the bathroom. There was a nice big tub inside, perfect for Spot. She turned on the water, put in the bubbles and waited for the tub to fill. When that was done, she nodded for Spot to come in. The mare felt awkward for a bit, as she watched the foal enter the warm tub, she almost felt like a mother doing this. So, she just decided to go along with it and entered, for the first time in her life, the motherly state of mind.

When Spot climbed into the tub, he felt blessed. He just allowed himself to sink into the tub of nice warm water and soap; his white body blending in with the bubbles, leaving only his black mane, and the single black spot on his face, visible. He thanked Celestia for this moment, as he felt Hope scrub him with a scrub brush, humming that rather familiar lullaby. He just laid back closed his eyes and enjoying every moment of it.

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[Seaddle Institute

"You." Gunner snarled from his perch above the door. "You come crawling back after all this time. Whadaya want now, huh? What your parents did? The Vault's location? Entry codes? Floor plans? Fuck off, Darky. You ain't getting nothing."

Dark Heart felt insulted by these ponies. he got the urge to tear their vocal cords out of their throats. If they have known what he just did they would probably have thought differently on what to say, but because they didn't, he resisted the urge. So, he just smiled, still quite nervously.
"Funny thing about that..." Dark Heart chuckled, "You see, I sort of found it, and, well, opened it. Now the world is in more danger than you can possibly imagine. Can we have your balefire eggs? The other rangers have need of them."

[Lunas Legion]

Seaddle Institute

"Darky, Darky, Darky..." Gunner tutted. "I already said you ain't getting shit from us. Especally not the eggs. You expect us to hand over the one thing that's prevented the other Rangers from rolling across the Institute wiping us out? No. Go find your own eggs, the M.A.w will have some laying around somewhere. Try Utopia, he might. Or Moon Tower. By Celestia, ask the Tolltakers! But you ain't getting nada from us."

[The Flutterlands]

Seaddle Institute

"Darky, Darky, Darky..." Gunner tutted. "I already said you ain't getting shit from us. Especally not the eggs. You expect us to hand over the one thing that's prevented the other Rangers from rolling across the Institute wiping us out? No. Go find your own eggs, the M.A.w will have some laying around somewhere. Try Utopia, he might. Or Moon Tower. By Celestia, ask the Tolltakers! But you ain't getting nada from us."

Dark Heart simply shook his head.
"Are you guys ever going to make up? The world is at stake here. I highly doubt that this is a good time to focus on your petty rivalry."

[Lunas Legion]

Seaddle Institute

"Darky, Darky, Darky..." Gunner tutted. "I already said you ain't getting shit from us. Especally not the eggs. You expect us to hand over the one thing that's prevented the other Rangers from rolling across the Institute wiping us out? No. Go find your own eggs, the M.A.w will have some laying around somewhere. Try Utopia, he might. Or Moon Tower. By Celestia, ask the Tolltakers! But you ain't getting nada from us."

Dark Heart simply shook his head.
"Are you guys ever going to make up? The world is at stake here. I hardly doubt that this is a good time to focus on your petty rivalry."

"Us and them are like Hellhounds and Alicorns. One doesn't mix with the other." Gunner snorted. "You want eggs, go find your own. You ain't getting ours. Whadaya even want eggs for anyway? Surely not even you are stupid enough to use them inside a Vault..."

[The Flutterlands]

Dark Heart simply shook his head.
"Are you guys ever going to make up? The world is at stake here. I hardly doubt that this is a good time to focus on your petty rivalry."

"Us and them are like Hellhounds and Alicorns. One doesn't mix with the other." Gunner snorted. "You want eggs, go find your own. You ain't getting ours. Whadaya even want eggs for anyway? Surely not even you are stupid enough to use them inside a Vault..."

"Then, I guess I'm the most stupidest griffin in the history of stupid." Dark Heart said with a laugh, then he got serious, "I'm willing to fix my mistake, even at the cost of my own life. Now, hand them over. The Steel rangers, who I'm under the employment of, whishes me to take drastic measure if you refuse, and you sir, are trying my patience."

[Lunas Legion]

"Us and them are like Hellhounds and Alicorns. One doesn't mix with the other." Gunner snorted. "You want eggs, go find your own. You ain't getting ours. Whadaya even want eggs for anyway? Surely not even you are stupid enough to use them inside a Vault..."

"Then, I guess I'm the most stupidest griffin in the history of stupid." Dark Heart said with a laugh, then he got serious, "I'm willing to fix my mistake, even at the cost of my own life. Now, hand them over. The Steel rangers, who I'm under the employment of, whishes me to take drastic measure if you refuse, and you sir, are trying my patience."

"And if you try to take 'em, we'll use them. What happens then, huh? You attack us, we blast you into tiny pieces with the eggs. You die, we lose our main source of protection and die later. We both lose. I give you the eggs, we lose our firepower and die later. We lose again. Come up with a way that means we can survive another year without the massive firepower provided by our little eggs, and I'll think about it."

[The Flutterlands]

"Then, I guess I'm the most stupidest griffin in the history of stupid." Dark Heart said with a laugh, then he got serious, "I'm willing to fix my mistake, even at the cost of my own life. Now, hand them over. The Steel rangers, who I'm under the employment of, whishes me to take drastic measure if you refuse, and you sir, are trying my patience."

"And if you try to take 'em, we'll use them. What happens then, huh? You attack us, we blast you into tiny pieces with the eggs. You die, we lose our main source of protection and die later. We both lose. I give you the eggs, we lose our firepower and die later. We lose again. Come up with a way that means we can survive another year without the massive firepower provided by our little eggs, and I'll think about it."

"How about this, I'll keep them from the Elder's grubby little hooves. That way, he won't use them against you. Deal? Also, if you don't, you'll have more to worry about other than me, and the Steel Rangers. Got it?"