Fallout: Equestria (IC)

[Fantrum]

Marciline was hugged for the third time that day, which was more times than in the last three years! She felt warmed, if only a bit. She snapped to as the Pegasus flew off and shouted something about a race, "You task the wrong alicorn!" Marci yelled out behind Thunder as she bolted after him, she might be bigger, but she had power. She relished the distraction, and happily kicked her dark dreary thoughts out of her mind for the time being. Easily caught up to him and did a barrel roll over him, laughing in glee as she did so.

The two fast-flyers were speeding over the ground, passing too quickly for any raiders inhabiting the ground to react to their presence. Occasionally, one of them would throw a good-natured taunt at the other or preform some sort of gloating 'I-can-beat-ya-and-still-look-good-at-it' stunt. With every passing minute of the race, the pair closed the gap between them and the city that much more. And soon, within just the right amount of time to keep the race interesting, the city with its buildings—currently—crumbling husks of once—and perhaps future—greatness came into sight. Unable to suppress a "whoop!" of joy, Thunder Flare bolted in speed. "Last one to Moon Tower buys the coffee!", he shouted over the gust of wind. Having no knowledge of the attack the previous day and the automated defense systems preventing ponies from entering the compound, Thunder Flare flew himself as fast as his wings could carry him to the entrance of Moon Tower. Every flap of the wings bringing him closer to what he thought may be his, and his families, chance at rejoining civilization.

[Socialist Shadow Republic]

Marciline was just pouring on the speed when a horrible thought barged its way to the forefront of her attention, 'those turrets were still active...' it said to her as she watched Thunder slowly pull ahead of her. Shaking her head to clear it once more, Marciline did the only thing she could. She Teleported to just beside the Stallion, still whooping with joy, wrapped her right wing around him, and disappeared again. They came into existence on the top of the tower, the dead wind blowing around them as the more or less flew straight up. Marciline took a moment while the force of Thunder's previous flying carried them upward, "I forgot to tell you, the turrets in the Moon Tower are incredibly dangerous." She realized that she was holding the stallion a little tighter than was warranted.

One moment Thunder Flare was being propelled toward Moon Towee, and the next he was high above it, Marci hold him close with her wing. Registering the words she said in his brian while their combined momentum carried them higher into the sky, Thunder Flare merely stared at Marci and squeaked out an "oh, thanks." After realizing something must have gone wrong, flapping his wings in powerful thrusts to keep the two aloft, Thunder asked her, curiously, "Why? What happened? Is that normal?" While he asked her, as a result of their close proximity, Thunder couldn't help but breath in a whiff of her natural scent. 'Whoa, for a waste inhabiting pony—err, alicorn—she smells… good.' When the thought had crossed his mind, he was helpless as a small blush emerged on his face.

[Fantrum]

Marciline was just pouring on the speed when a horrible thought barged its way to the forefront of her attention, 'those turrets were still active...' it said to her as she watched Thunder slowly pull ahead of her. Shaking her head to clear it once more, Marciline did the only thing she could. She Teleported to just beside the Stallion, still whooping with joy, wrapped her right wing around him, and disappeared again. They came into existence on the top of the tower, the dead wind blowing around them as the more or less flew straight up. Marciline took a moment while the force of Thunder's previous flying carried them upward, "I forgot to tell you, the turrets in the Moon Tower are incredibly dangerous." She realized that she was holding the stallion a little tighter than was warranted.

One moment Thunder Flare was being propelled toward Moon Towee, and the next he was high above it, Marci hold him close with her wing. Registering the words she said in his Brian while their combined momentum carried them higher into the sky, Thunder Flare merely stared at Marci and squeaked out an "oh, thanks." After realizing something must have gone wrong, flapping his wings in powerful thrusts to keep the two aloft, Thunder asked her, curiously, "Why? What happened? Is that normal?" While he asked her, as a result of their close proximity, Thunder couldn't help but breath in a whiff of her natural scent. 'Whoa, for a waste inhabiting pony—err, alicorn—she smells… good.' When the thought had crossed his mind, he was helpless as a small blush emerged on his face.

Marci quickly retreated to a safe distance of a few feet, releasing Thunder,"Yeah, there was an attack yesterday." She said, successfully managing to suppress her emotions, "A horrible thing got into the turret controls and turned them against us." She looked down at the tower, "I lifted the lockdown, but now the turrets just gun down anypony that tries to enter the building." She thought for a moment, "I might be able to do something about it now that you mention it!" She continued talking, saying nothing about the fact that Thunder hadn't contributed to her thought process. "I can shield the ponies going in long enough to scrap the turrets!" Her tone lightened at the end of her sentence and a smile of 'I just had a wonderful idea' came across her face. Quickly, she hugged the stallion, "Thank you!" She then bolted straight down towards the ground, fully intent on liberating the Moon Tower.

[Socialist Shadow Republic]

Marci quickly retreated to a safe distance of a few feet, releasing Thunder,"Yeah, there was an attack yesterday." She said, successfully managing to suppress her emotions, "A horrible thing got into the turret controls and turned them against us." She looked down at the tower, "I lifted the lockdown, but now the turrets just gun down anypony that tries to enter the building." She thought for a moment, "I might be able to do something about it now that you mention it!" She continued talking, saying nothing about the fact that Thunder hadn't contributed to her thought process. "I can shield the ponies going in long enough to scrap the turrets!" Her tone lightened at the end of her sentence and a smile of 'I just had a wonderful idea' came across her face. Quickly, she hugged the stallion, "Thank you!" She then bolted straight down towards the ground, fully intent on liberating the Moon Tower.

Floating in place, stunned, Thunder Flare's brain almost hurt in confusion. 'Just... what..? Well, alrighty, then.' He wasn't sure if he was so awesome that he could give other ponies ideas by simply being near them, or whether Marci was just being, well, Marci. But, nevertheless, a smile mixed between that somehow enjoyable feeling of awkwardness and entertainment sprouted on Thunder Flare's face. Following the—possibly mad—alicorn down to the surface, Thunder decided to have a look-around while doing so. Signs of the attack were obvious to even those who weren't looking for them. Small craters littered the snow-covered street, holes split through rubble and wall, alike, and ponies congregated outside Moon Tower's lobby. 'Dang, all these poor, sad ponies need some happiness ASAP.' But, unfortunately, not having the time for it right now, Thunder Flare accompanied Marci as she went about putting her plan into action.

[Fantrum]

Marci quickly retreated to a safe distance of a few feet, releasing Thunder,"Yeah, there was an attack yesterday." She said, successfully managing to suppress her emotions, "A horrible thing got into the turret controls and turned them against us." She looked down at the tower, "I lifted the lockdown, but now the turrets just gun down anypony that tries to enter the building." She thought for a moment, "I might be able to do something about it now that you mention it!" She continued talking, saying nothing about the fact that Thunder hadn't contributed to her thought process. "I can shield the ponies going in long enough to scrap the turrets!" Her tone lightened at the end of her sentence and a smile of 'I just had a wonderful idea' came across her face. Quickly, she hugged the stallion, "Thank you!" She then bolted straight down towards the ground, fully intent on liberating the Moon Tower.

Floating in place, stunned, Thunder Flare's brain almost hurt in confusion. 'Just... what..? Well, alrighty, then.' He wasn't sure if he was so awesome that he could give other ponies ideas by simply being near them, or whether Marci was just being, well, Marci. A smile mixed between that somehow enjoyable feeling of awkwardness and entertainment sprouted on Thunder Flare's face. Following the—possibly mad—alicorn down to the surface, Thunder decided to have a look-around while doing so. Signs of the attack were obvious to even those who weren't looking for them. Small craters littered the snow-covered street, holes split through rubble and wall, alike, and ponies congregated outside Moon Tower's lobby. 'Dang, all these poor, sad ponies need some happiness ASAP.' But, unfortunately, not having the time for it right now, Thunder Flare accompanied Marci as she went about putting her plan into action.

Marciline seemed almost talking to herself as she landed in front of the lobby's main door, staying well clear of the large red spot that signaled where she had last met the turrets of the Moon Tower, "Its simple really!" She kicked open the door and brought to bear, her shield, the shimmering blue veil descended over her like night and she stepped into the hail of bullets that came flying from the room. "I dont know why I hadn't thought of it!" She walked forward until she stood in the center of the lobby, bullets pinging from her magical barrier, and her horn flared. The two turrets guarding the large space found themselves blown to the goddess as Marci's magical arrows filled the air with blue death.

[Socialist Shadow Republic]

Marciline seemed almost talking to herself as she landed in front of the lobby's main door, staying well clear of the large red spot that signaled where she had last met the turrets of the Moon Tower, "Its simple really!" She kicked open the door and brought to bear, her shield, the shimmering blue veil descended over her like night and she stepped into the hail of bullets that came flying from the room. "I dont know why I hadn't thought of it!" She walked forward until she stood in the center of the lobby, bullets pinging from her magical barrier, and her horn flared. The two turrets guarding the large space found themselves blown to the goddess as Marci's magical arrows filled the air with blue death.

Thunder Flare wasn't sure if Marci was speaking to him or herself. But, regardless, when he witnessed her in action, his jawline dropped in surprise. "That. Was. Awesome!", Thunder Flare shouted aloud. The barely-quelled noise of the explosions and Thunder's outburst drew the attention of several nearby ponies who began hesitantly walking up the the duo at the lobby entrance. When they saw what Marci and done, several stamped their hoofs against the ground in approval; others going so far as to cheer in response to Marci's much needed actions. Trotting up to Marci, Thunder Flare nudged her in congratulations and thanks. "Sweet moves, Marci!" As more ponies gathered near the entrance to the previously inaccessible warmer lobby, others began moving inside, staying where it was safe until Marci and other who were able to cleared out the defensive turrets, by destructive means or otherwise.

[Fantrum]

Marciline seemed almost talking to herself as she landed in front of the lobby's main door, staying well clear of the large red spot that signaled where she had last met the turrets of the Moon Tower, "Its simple really!" She kicked open the door and brought to bear, her shield, the shimmering blue veil descended over her like night and she stepped into the hail of bullets that came flying from the room. "I dont know why I hadn't thought of it!" She walked forward until she stood in the center of the lobby, bullets pinging from her magical barrier, and her horn flared. The two turrets guarding the large space found themselves blown to the goddess as Marci's magical arrows filled the air with blue death.

Thunder Flare wasn't sure if Marci was speaking to him or herself. But, regardless, when he witnessed her in action, his jawline dropped in surprise. "That. Was. Awesome!", Thunder Flare shouted aloud. The barely-quelled noise explosions of the explosion and Thunder's outburst drew the attention of several nearby ponies who began hesitantly walking up the the duo at the lobby entrance. When they saw what Marci and done, several stamped their hoofs against the ground in approval; others going so far as to cheer in response to Marci's much needed actions. Trotting up to Marci, Thunder Flare nudged her in congratulations and thanks. "Sweet moves, Marci!" As more ponies gathered near the entrance to the previously inaccessible warmer lobby, others began moving inside, staying where it was safe until Marci and other who were able to cleared out the defensive turrets, by destructive means or otherwise.

Marciline smiled slyly, "Oh, uh, thanks." She hadn't noticed the crowd of ponies and now found herself in an uncomfortable position of the spotlight. Quickly, she moved to the stairs, "Come on, we have to clear the building." She Marched though an open fire stairwell door and up the first flight of stairs, thinking yet again. Making up her mind, Marci decided she didnt want to wait any longer, and in a display of immaturity she had never shown before, she picked up Thunder and placed him on her back. With the stallion secure, she raised her shield and began flying nimbly though the space of the central staircase, making her way to the top. A thought struck her as they normally do at these times, 'What kind of person are you?' She asked herself, 'You were just moping about the wars and now you are carefree? You have to make up your mind sometime Marci!' She pushed that thought back, but it persisted, 'Its been almost 100 years and you still haven't a clue how you are supposed to act.' Finally, she kicked the thought into a dark hole, then filled in that hole with cement. Then built a concrete house on top of it, and moved into the house. She needed to concentrate on flying through the building, not her mental state!

[Socialist Shadow Republic]

Marciline smiled slyly, "Oh, uh, thanks." She hadn't noticed the crowd of ponies and now found herself in an uncomfortable position of the spotlight. Quickly, she moved to the stairs, "Come on, we have to clear the building." She Marched though an open fire stairwell door and up the first flight of stairs, thinking yet again. Making up her mind, Marci decided she didnt want to wait any longer, and in a display of immaturity she had never shown before, she picked up Thunder and placed him on her back. With the stallion secure, she raised her shield and began flying nimbly though the space of the central staircase, making her way to the top. A thought struck her as they normally do at these times, 'What kind of person are you?' She asked herself, 'You were just moping about the wars and now you are carefree? You have to make up your mind sometime Marci!' She pushed that thought back, but it persisted, 'Its been almost 100 years and you still haven't a clue how you are supposed to act.' Finally, she kicked the thought into a dark hole, then filled in that hole with cement. Then built a concrete house on top of it, and moved into the house. She needed to concentrate on flying through the building, not her mental state!

Finding himself being lifted into the air by Marci' alicorn magic the only words that Thunder could think of were "Oh, okay." Riding through the hallways on Marci's back, Thunder felt either as though he were an object… or a cowpony. Deciding on the latter for the sake of fun, Thunder shouted into the hallways to no one in particular, "Yeehaw! Hi-ho, Silver!" Marci shot him some sort of face, which Thunder replied to with a mischievous smile and a wink. It just so happened that, even though Marci's coat was blue, there was a large streak of silver hair in Marci's mane. In any case, Thunder was having a blast under the shielding spell as they were blasted at by remaining defensive turrets lining the halls. At some point, Marci finally found her destination and dropped the shielding after shoving a fistful of magical arrows into a couple of final defensive turrets guarding a larger, metal door. After doing so, Thunder Flare gladly hopped off of her back. "We oughta do that again, sometime, Marci! It was fun!"

[Fantrum]

Marciline smiled slyly, "Oh, uh, thanks." She hadn't noticed the crowd of ponies and now found herself in an uncomfortable position of the spotlight. Quickly, she moved to the stairs, "Come on, we have to clear the building." She Marched though an open fire stairwell door and up the first flight of stairs, thinking yet again. Making up her mind, Marci decided she didnt want to wait any longer, and in a display of immaturity she had never shown before, she picked up Thunder and placed him on her back. With the stallion secure, she raised her shield and began flying nimbly though the space of the central staircase, making her way to the top. A thought struck her as they normally do at these times, 'What kind of person are you?' She asked herself, 'You were just moping about the wars and now you are carefree? You have to make up your mind sometime Marci!' She pushed that thought back, but it persisted, 'Its been almost 100 years and you still haven't a clue how you are supposed to act.' Finally, she kicked the thought into a dark hole, then filled in that hole with cement. Then built a concrete house on top of it, and moved into the house. She needed to concentrate on flying through the building, not her mental state!

Finding himself being lifted into the air by Marci' alicorn magic the only words that Thunder could think of were "Oh, okay." Riding through the hallways on Marci's back, Thunder felt either as though he were an object… or a cowpony. Deciding on the latter for the sake of fun, Thunder shouted into the hallways to no one in particular, "Yeehaw! Hi-ho, Silver!" Marci shot him some sort of face which Thunder replied to with a mischievous smile and a wink. It just so happened that, even though Marci's coat was blue, there was a large streak of silver hair in Marci's mane. In any case, Thunder was having a blast under the shielding spell as they were blasted at by remaining defensive turrets lining the halls. At some point, Marci finally found her destination and dropped the shielding after shoving a fistful of magical arrows into a couple of final defensive turrets guarding a larger, metal door. After doing so, Thunder Flare gladly hopped off of her back. "We oughta do that again, sometime, Marci! It was fun!"

Marciline looked around, she didnt really know what to expect up here, and as she answered Thunder she felt watched, "Yeah, sure." That statement was just dripping in sarcasm! She found what looked to be a receptionist's desk, and what looked like the receptionist. Levitating the body out of the way and saying her little prayer, Marcliline hit a button that was connected to a overly huge speaker. A light turned red when the button was depressed and winked out when the button was not, so, putting two and two together, Marci began to speak into it."Hello? Hello? Is anyone home?" She didnt really like speaking with ponies who thought they were in power, barring those she liked, but she felt obligated to help these ponies at least a little bit. They needed leadership and seeing as there where no ponies taking charge down below, where else would the head honchos be other than the top floor of the tower?

[Das Metro]

The Alicorn broke into deep sobs, "I-I saw him, that ghoul..." She looked down at Shademane, her tears dripping onto his mane as she held him tight. "I saw ponies fighting against each other... then I saw the face of Funeral Pyre." it was all shards and pieces of random info that crowded her mind at once. Some were memories, some just came out of the blue. Aurora never had a illusion like that before, she wasn't in the mood to jump to conclusions either. The thought of a outside presence exerting influence over her mind sent chills through her spine. Nor was anything powerful enough to manipulate the mental integrity of another being out of sight. Aurora knew everypony here wasn't aware of who he is, someone who hated her and caused trouble to her friends, a sociopath that picked their 'favorite' pony before torturing them physically and mentally.

Aurora wanted to tell them more, releasing herself from Shademane and fighting all urge to remain quiet. She couldn't muster up the words to tell them, her headache started going away along with the illusions. Has she emotionally released it? Her thoughts were interrupted as a noise downstairs pushed all that has recently happened to her aside. A faint electronic voice barely audible filtered through the thin rotting wood the group sat on. Aurora's eyes widened in fear.

"Re... t.. die for .... cou... zebra?" A thunderous racket below them shook the dust and light from the ceiling as a bloodcurdling scream was nearly lost in the sounds of splintering wood. A unknown gunfight erupted directly below the group.

Looking at the clearly mentally-breaking alicorn, Shademane couldn't help but feel worthless. He had no idea who or what she was talking about and how to comfort her over it. Whatever 'it' was. When Aurora let her grip on him go, Shademane kept his hold steadfast. He may not have been sure how to comfort her, not to mention he wasn't the best with words, but he would still try. The jet-black pegasus was about to speak when a roaring interruption cut him off before a single word could be uttered. 'What was that voice? A robot? Aw, bloody fuck, sounds like a gunfight.'

Shademane was no aspiring tactician. But, he did know that when hostile bullets start flying, it's best to take out the source. Currently, though, he had no reason to believe that the bullets were, indeed, seeking to bury themselves in his or his companions flesh. Regardless, Shademane withdrew his knife, holding it in his teeth, and readied his rifle using his wings. It was slightly uncomfortable, using his wings to hold and shoot his rifle, the kick-back occasionally causing a slight amount of pain. But, he had gotten used to it and never minded the pain much to begin with. "Alright, everypony,", Shade said in a whisper, "keep quiet and get ready. One of ya use your magic to quietly lower that desk on its side. Hopefully they'll pass by, but there's no way to be sure."

In preparation, Shademane hid himself on the reinforced upper shelf of a closet that one would have to pass to enter the room the others were in. Due to his noise-suppressing boots and lightweight frame, Shademane was confident that he hadn't been heard upon entry into said closet. He closed the door save a small opening no wider than an a quarter inch. The crack in the door was facing the staircase at the end of the hall. His long, serrated knife at the ready, he would see when the possible attacker would advance.

Opium was dreaming. He sat in a grassy field, contrary to Seaddle's current status, and he could feel the sun. It felt good, the sunlight, it made him feel giddy, irrationally happy! Opium grinned in his sleep as well in the dream and lay back in the lush plain. In a long time, this had to be the best Opium felt, even better than when he was on Dash! He wasn't high on anything though, but at the same time, Opium supposed, he was. He was high on life, and he liked that feeling. No depression, no headaches, no blood...

And then the ruckus below jolted him awake. Opium looked about the dirty room, bewildered by the sudden change of scenery before he realized he just woke up. He sighed frustrated. Now he felt real rage in spite of the Ment-als, and he didn't need the drug this time either. Opium growled and his eyes burnt like coals. "What in the Buck?" he hissed. Opium heard Shademane and reluctantly slid into cover where the dehorned Unicorn lie dead. Opium looked at the horn in his hooves and then looked over the barricade. "This better be bucking good!"

[Neo Byzantine Empire]

The ponies guiding the small group had indeed been telling the truth; nestled among the ruins of Pony Civilization here stood an old House; fairly large with what seemed to be the remnants of a garden around it; now populated by what sparse vegetation would grow in the aftermath of the war, and the decaying husks of centuries-old trees. It seemed this place would have belonged to a wealthier member of the Pre-War Society, which would explain why the interior had been gutted by looters in those days after the war, likely. Still; in the end that wasn't what mattered; this place would serve as the perfect shelter away from the crowds of Moon Tower; where they could gather supporters, plan the new government, and organize the activities of the movement. Though, admittedly, as they entered the house Crossfire couldn't help but notice the full extent of looting this miraculously well-preserved building had sustained; almost nothing but broken furniture and aged possessions of little value, both then and now, littering the interior.

"Well; it's a good start, that's for sure." The Pegasus Mare said as others spread out and prodded around for any unwelcome or unexpected inhabitants.

[Fralinia]

The ponies guiding the small group had indeed been telling the truth; nestled among the ruins of Pony Civilization here stood an old House; fairly large with what seemed to be the remnants of a garden around it; now populated by what sparse vegetation would grow in the aftermath of the war, and the decaying husks of centuries-old trees. It seemed this place would have belonged to a wealthier member of the Pre-War Society, which would explain why the interior had been gutted by looters in those days after the war, likely. Still; in the end that wasn't what mattered; this place would serve as the perfect shelter away from the crowds of Moon Tower; where they could gather supporters, plan the new government, and organize the activities of the movement. Though, admittedly, as they entered the house Crossfire couldn't help but notice the full extent of looting this miraculously well-preserved building had sustained; almost nothing but broken furniture and aged possessions of little value, both then and now, littering the interior.

"Well; it's a good start, that's for sure." The Pegasus Mare said as others spread out and prodded around for any unwelcome or unexpected inhabitants.

"Well, as headquarters go, it could use some tidying up, if I do say so myself. But it will work for our purposes." Brightsteel noted. "I suppose we should start by finding something to write on, eh?"

Seeing the still dejected look on Sulphur's face, Bright decided to try to cheer her up. He walked over and nuzzled her a bit, then he laid a hoof on her back. "Come on now, filly, whatever could have depressed you so? Are you really that cold?"

[New Willow]

"Well, as headquarters go, it could use some tidying up, if I do say so myself. But it will work for our purposes." Brightsteel noted. "I suppose we should start by finding something to write on, eh?"

Seeing the still dejected look on Sulphur's face, Bright decided to try to cheer her up. He walked over and nuzzled her a bit, then he laid a hoof on her back. "Come on now, filly, whatever could have depressed you so? Are you really that cold?"

Sulphur jumped a little; not expecting to be nuzzled. She felt his hoof go across her back, she looked at him for a brief second and her eyes flashed forward again.

"...I'm not cold." She mumbled, with an agitated tone.

'Is he just playing me? He clearly has a thing with that Pegasus mare, and he thinks he can just toy with my emotions? No.' She thought, glaring at him again with a livid look. She looked away, and tried to ignore his hoof on her back.

[Neo Byzantine Empire]

"As far as we can tell; it all looks secure!" An Earth Pony called out from the Second level; failing to inform them they had not yet checked the attic.

"Wonderful." Crossfire said, standing in the middle of the Anteroom, taking a moment to think. "Right, then; we need people to search the surrounding area for some tables. Anything extra you can bring if you so desire, but I want to have some place to write. Wood scraps to get a fire going would be nice as well; let's go."

Ponies began to organize small two-to-three pony teams to secure the house, scavenge, and so on and so forth; Crossfire found herself busy giving out orders before turning to Bright and Sulphur. "Well, friends; shall we take a look around for anything useful?" She asked, giving a friendly smile, though well-aware of Sulphur's sour mood.

[Fralinia]

"As far as we can tell; it all looks secure!" An Earth Pony called out from the Second level; failing to inform them they had not yet checked the attic.

"Wonderful." Crossfire said, standing in the middle of the Anteroom, taking a moment to think. "Right, then; we need people to search the surrounding area for some tables. Anything extra you can bring if you so desire, but I want to have some place to write. Wood scraps to get a fire going would be nice as well; let's go."

Ponies began to organize small two-to-three pony teams to secure the house, scavenge, and so on and so forth; Crossfire found herself busy giving out orders before turning to Bright and Sulphur. "Well, friends; shall we take a look around for anything useful?" She asked, giving a friendly smile, though well-aware of Sulphur's sour mood.

Giving Sulphur a confused look, Bright turned to Crossfire and replied, but in a distinctly concerned tone. "Well, I suppose we'll need a fire. No one ever wrote a document as they froze to death."
He walked over to the long-ruined fireplace, but he quickly realized that there was a near certainty that a fire in there would burn the building down, clogged with debris as the chimney was.

"Perhaps just there?" Bright said hopefully, pointing at a bit of bare floor. "If we keep it small, nothing bad should happen."

[Das Metro]

No Name heard Eris' voice, though could hardly decipher what was said. Still running purely on the Med-X, he bolted from the small room and scanned the remainder of the building. Nothing. No Name scoffed and took off out the door into the carriage. Not even bothering to buckle himself in, No Name rasped weakly, "Go!" The shrapnel had bled him like a Radhog. No Name's vision blurred, and all he could think was he should've taken that Healing Potion before passing out.

[Fantrum]

No Name heard Eris' voice, though could hardly decipher what was said. Still running purely on the Med-X, he bolted from the small room and scanned the remainder of the building. Nothing. No Name scoffed and took off out the door into the carriage. Not even bothering to buckle himself in, No Name rasped weakly, "Go!" The shrapnel had bled him like a Radhog. No Name's vision blurred, and all he could think was he should've taken that Healing Potion before passing out.

Eris began pulling the cart down the road, but looked behind her to the battered and bleeding No Name. Gasping, Eris split her concentration between pulling and levitating out one of the healing potions from No Name's bag and pouring it unceremoniously down the colt's throat. She wanted to do more, but with her meager medical and need to keep them on track and on the road, she was reduced to watching as the colt's wounds close. Veering around corners and avoiding pot-holes demand her attention and she hoped that the colt would be ok until she found a place to park.

[New Aksarben]

Sterling looked up from his projects with a slightly annoyed expression on his face. Which meant he was basically pissed off based on the fact he rarely showed any emotion, so showing this meant it was enough to really get the unicorn annoyed at this. He hated being interrupted by fighting, and the others moving around and sort of shouting at each other was breaking his concentration. The unicorn attempted to continue his work for a while, but gave up in frustration when he realized it was a robot that was making all the noise downstairs.

"Really? A robot is scaring you this much? It is just a robot. They are quite stupid in general. If one of you helps me by distracting said robot, I could disable it. Or I could just shoot it in the panel and destroy its 'brain'. Whichever you would prefer. I am an expert with robotic entities, thus should have no problem dealing with this." Sterling climbed up to his hooves, and levitated his shotgun from his corner to hover nearby him. "So either help me in dealing with this, or get out of the way."

[Ozzy]

Thistle Whistle trotted through the remnants of a old paved highway. The road was laden with the scorched skeletal remains of motor coaches, buckboards infested with the usual giant geckos that stalked the old road Thistle walked since she left Baltimare. The lizards were no match for her massive revolvers, the mutated beings usually explode into a unidentified mess by the .45 rounds. Though Thistle couldn't feel anything through her cybernetic forehooves, they connected with the nervous system below her shoulder that took much of the toll from the long trek.

The filly was lucky to have come by a rest stop before entering the Seaddle area, she was not used to eating meat, but kept it down nonetheless. She expected Seaddle to be less of a wasteland; however, was greeted with a chilly dark blizzard and no sight of the city, only the faint outline of a large structure as she slowly edged closer to it. Cold and nowhere to go, she continued down the highway, unknowingly trotting towards the Seaddle Institute.

[Das Metro]

No Name heard Eris' voice, though could hardly decipher what was said. Still running purely on the Med-X, he bolted from the small room and scanned the remainder of the building. Nothing. No Name scoffed and took off out the door into the carriage. Not even bothering to buckle himself in, No Name rasped weakly, "Go!" The shrapnel had bled him like a Radhog. No Name's vision blurred, and all he could think was he should've taken that Healing Potion before passing out.

Eris began pulling the cart down the road, but looked behind her to the battered and bleeding No Name. Gasping, Eris split her concentration between pulling and levitating out one of the healing potions from No Name's bag and pouring it unceremoniously down the colt's throat. She wanted to do more, but with her meager medical and need to keep them on track and on the road, she was reduced to watching as the colt's wounds close. Veering around corners and avoiding pot-holes demand her attention and she hoped that the colt would be ok until she found a place to park.

No Name felt warm relief as his wounds closed though kept his eyes shut tightly. He began to regain consciousness and realized the dodgy driving going on. When the colt finally shot his eyes open, the world was blurry and distorted. "What in Celestia?" he mumbled. Sitting up No Name slowly buckled in before retching and practically tossing his head out the side, vomiting.

[Das Metro]

Sterling looked up from his projects with a slightly annoyed expression on his face. Which meant he was basically pissed off based on the fact he rarely showed any emotion, so showing this meant it was enough to really get the unicorn annoyed at this. He hated being interrupted by fighting, and the others moving around and sort of shouting at each other was breaking his concentration. The unicorn attempted to continue his work for a while, but gave up in frustration when he realized it was a robot that was making all the noise downstairs.

"Really? A robot is scaring you this much? It is just a robot. They are quite stupid in general. If one of you helps me by distracting said robot, I could disable it. Or I could just shoot it in the panel and destroy its 'brain'. Whichever you would prefer. I am an expert with robotic entities, thus should have no problem dealing with this." Sterling climbed up to his hooves, and levitated his shotgun from his corner to hover nearby him. "So either help me in dealing with this, or get out of the way."

Opium kept up the seductive attitude with Sterling up until the word 'robot' came up. He ducked behind the little barricade and shut his eyes. Droppinf his charming tone, Opium hissed hurriedly, "Robot? Oh Celestia!, kill it! Kill it!"

[North German Confederation]

Sterling looked up from his projects with a slightly annoyed expression on his face. Which meant he was basically pissed off based on the fact he rarely showed any emotion, so showing this meant it was enough to really get the unicorn annoyed at this. He hated being interrupted by fighting, and the others moving around and sort of shouting at each other was breaking his concentration. The unicorn attempted to continue his work for a while, but gave up in frustration when he realized it was a robot that was making all the noise downstairs.

"Really? A robot is scaring you this much? It is just a robot. They are quite stupid in general. If one of you helps me by distracting said robot, I could disable it. Or I could just shoot it in the panel and destroy its 'brain'. Whichever you would prefer. I am an expert with robotic entities, thus should have no problem dealing with this." Sterling climbed up to his hooves, and levitated his shotgun from his corner to hover nearby him. "So either help me in dealing with this, or get out of the way."

Aurora shot him an icy glare, "That's not what I'm terrified of! Grrr... you don't know!" Her bravado was regained through the sheer power of annoyance. She drew her pulse gun and trotted lightly down the stairs from their room, the staircase creaked as she nervously planted a hoof on each step to reach the first floor. Upon setting hoof on the bottom floor, her ears caught the sounds of a mare screaming in the conflicted room, followed by the smell of burnt flesh. By the time it ceased, a glance through the doorway confirmed her paranoia, the Alicorn feeling fear well up inside her.

"There you are, Aurora! Must you be so insolent as to hide behind a tribe of raiders hundreds of miles away!? Pathetic! I'll have you killed this time!" A refurbished Securitron half conjectured, she knew the face on it was Funeral Pyre, a angry disfigured face of a ghoul and her feared foe. Aurora wasn't aware he saw her. However, he wasted no time in attacking as two Mr. Overly bots appeared in the doorway between her and Pyre's host robot. She fired her pulse gun, downing one of the Overly bots with a sizzling sound and slamming the door shut on the other with telekineses, but not before it could blast flames through the room she sat in and dousing the staircase in a inferno.

Aurora felt the adrenaline rushed through her body as well as the flames that licked it. Dropping her gun and throwing her gear down; she fell to the ground and rolled her self over in attempt to extinguish the fire that engulfed her lower abdomen. Aurora lost the fight to refrain from screaming, fear took hold of her once again, desperately batting the flames out as tears trickled down her face as she shrieked, "LUNA IT HURTS!!"

Pyre laughed, "Music to my ears! Hahaha!" He blasted the door open, allowing the Overly to finish his job.

[Fantrum]

Eris began pulling the cart down the road, but looked behind her to the battered and bleeding No Name. Gasping, Eris split her concentration between pulling and levitating out one of the healing potions from No Name's bag and pouring it unceremoniously down the colt's throat. She wanted to do more, but with her meager medical and need to keep them on track and on the road, she was reduced to watching as the colt's wounds close. Veering around corners and avoiding pot-holes demand her attention and she hoped that the colt would be ok until she found a place to park.

No Name felt warm relief as his wounds closed though kept his eyes shut tightly. He began to regain consciousness and realized the dodgy driving going on. When the colt finally shot his eyes open, the world was blurry and distorted. "What in Celestia?" he mumbled. Sitting up No Name slowly buckled in before retching and practically tossing his head out the side, vomiting.

Eris yanked the cart into a convenient rest area and hastily drew herself out of the harness that had begun to dig into her pelt. She scrambled into the back of the wagon, ignoring the pool of vomit that had accumulated under the colt's mouth, "No Name! Come on, speak to me!" Eris grabbed him up with her forehooves and dragged him into a more comfortable position with his head in her lap. She noticed, with a sigh of relief, that most of the cuts had sealed up and were no longer gushing blood; But No Name was absolutely covered in his own blood. Eris shook the colt just a little, "Dont die!" was all she could think to say as her mind raced around, her pleading voice echoed off the walls of nearby buildings and was lost in the cold wind.

[Das Metro]

No Name felt warm relief as his wounds closed though kept his eyes shut tightly. He began to regain consciousness and realized the dodgy driving going on. When the colt finally shot his eyes open, the world was blurry and distorted. "What in Celestia?" he mumbled. Sitting up No Name slowly buckled in before retching and practically tossing his head out the side, vomiting.

Eris yanked the cart into a convenient rest area and hastily drew herself out of the harness that had begun to dig into her pelt. She scrambled into the back of the wagon, ignoring the pool of vomit that had accumulated under the colt's mouth, "No Name! Come on, speak to me!" Eris grabbed him up with her forehooves and dragged him into a more comfortable position with his head in her lap. She noticed, with a sigh of relief, that most of the cuts had sealed up and were no longer gushing blood; But No Name was absolutely covered in his own blood. Eris shook the colt just a little, "Dont die!" was all she could think to say as her mind raced around, her pleading voice echoed off the walls of nearby buildings and was lost in the cold wind.

It was all a blur. No Name couldn't move, he felt sore all over and his throat burned from the bile he had just spewed up. It felt like he was in a pool of water and he was staring up towards the surface. No Name's movements felt sluggish and suppressed as he attempted to move his hooves and breathing was rough. Maybe he really was underwater... he did feel wet, but that very well could of been the layer of blood matting down his coat. No Name peered around as Eris laid his head into her lap. He knew he was being moved, but it hurt to do so on his own. There was still plenty of shrapnel buried here and there.

No Name gazed up towards Eris and tried to smile but the expression came off as more of a dazed and confused accident. The colt retched some more but his stomach was empty, the movement did upset the shrapnel however, which caused a new wave of pain and smaller, new, cuts along his chest area. Finally with a groan, No Name found his words, "W-what? Eris? I'm just uh, I'm just fine! See!" No Name attempted to sit up but was met with another flash of hurt. He laid back down and cringed.

[Fantrum]

Eris yanked the cart into a convenient rest area and hastily drew herself out of the harness that had begun to dig into her pelt. She scrambled into the back of the wagon, ignoring the pool of vomit that had accumulated under the colt's mouth, "No Name! Come on, speak to me!" Eris grabbed him up with her forehooves and dragged him into a more comfortable position with his head in her lap. She noticed, with a sigh of relief, that most of the cuts had sealed up and were no longer gushing blood; But No Name was absolutely covered in his own blood. Eris shook the colt just a little, "Dont die!" was all she could think to say as her mind raced around, her pleading voice echoed off the walls of nearby buildings and was lost in the cold wind.

It was all a blur. No Name couldn't move, he felt sore all over and his throat burned from the bile he had just spewed up. It felt like he was in a pool of water and he was staring up towards the surface. No Name's movements felt sluggish and suppressed as he attempted to move his hooves and breathing was rough. Maybe he really was underwater... he did feel wet, but that very well could of been the layer of blood matting down his coat. No Name peered around as Eris laid his head into her lap. He knew he was being moved, but it hurt to do so on his own. There was still plenty of shrapnel buried here and there.

No Name gazed up towards Eris and tried to smile but the expression came off as more of a dazed and confused accident. The colt retched some more but his stomach was empty, the movement did upset the shrapnel however, which caused a new wave of pain and smaller, new, cuts along his chest area. Finally with a groan, No Name found his words, "W-what? Eris? I'm just uh, I'm just fine! See!" No Name attempted to sit up but was met with another flash of hurt. He laid back down and cringed.

Eris put a hoof on No Name's chest as he tired to get up, "Stay still." She was barely holding it together, she wasn't a medical pony. Desperately, she grabs a few medical bandages from a first aid kit somewhere inside the carriage and begins wrapping them around the colt. To keep her mind from speeding off into the nether, Eris grabbed a nearby rag with her magic and started to wipe the blood from No Name's face and chest. She realized there was too much blood for the rag to clean up completely, but damit, she needed to do something while she waited to see if her (Lack of) medical skills had saved the colt or not! Feeling herself on the verge of tears, Eris began to sing a soft lullaby, "Hush now, quiet now..."