Fallout: Equestria (IC)

[Das Metro]

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..."

No Name undecidedly took Eris' advice to lie still and did so, blinking occasionally. Everything seemed to be going so fast, one minute he felt a rag being dragged across his face, the next he was being sung a lullaby that sounded quite familiar. Tentatively, No Name practically dragged a hoof over to the Ministry of Peace first aid kit and tapped at it gently, "Theres- theres... Theres stuff in here that'll help." He fumbled with the latch for a moment until it open, spilling the extra medical supplies about. No Name looked to Eris perplexed as he began to recover from his shock. With a steadier, but still hardly even voice, he spoke, "Why are you... Why are yoy helping me? The raiders could be nearby." No Name to look upside down about the area though just sort of squirmed around slightly.

[Fantrum]

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..."

No Name undecidedly took Eris' advice to lie still and did so, blinking occasionally. Everything seemed to be going so fast, one minute he felt a rag being dragged across his face, the next he was being sung a lullaby that sounded quite familiar. Tentatively, No Name practically dragged a hoof over to the Ministry of Peace first aid kit and tapped at it gently, "Theres- theres... Theres stuff in here that'll help." He fumbled with the latch for a moment until it open, spilling the extra medical supplies about. No Name looked to Eris perplexed as he began to recover from his shock. With a steadier, but still hardly even voice, he spoke, "Why are you... Why are you helping me? The raiders could be nearby." No Name to look upside down about the area though just sort of squirmed around slightly.

Eris breathed deeply as No Name seemed to recover, if only slightly, and she was able to calm herself just a bit because of it. She smiled warmly at his question, "Because a true true friend helps a friend in need." She wrung the now scarlet towel out over the ground and kept cleaning the blood from his body. She continues to talk as she rhythmically wipes No Name partially clean of his red colouring, "I had to make sure you didnt die! I mean, what kind of pony would I be if I lose my only friend before I can get to know them a little?" Her mind wondered to past events, particularly her home town, and her face grew just a tad darker.

[Das Metro]

No Name undecidedly took Eris' advice to lie still and did so, blinking occasionally. Everything seemed to be going so fast, one minute he felt a rag being dragged across his face, the next he was being sung a lullaby that sounded quite familiar. Tentatively, No Name practically dragged a hoof over to the Ministry of Peace first aid kit and tapped at it gently, "Theres- theres... Theres stuff in here that'll help." He fumbled with the latch for a moment until it open, spilling the extra medical supplies about. No Name looked to Eris perplexed as he began to recover from his shock. With a steadier, but still hardly even voice, he spoke, "Why are you... Why are you helping me? The raiders could be nearby." No Name to look upside down about the area though just sort of squirmed around slightly.

Eris breathed deeply as No Name seemed to recover, if only slightly, and she was able to calm herself just a bit because of it. She smiled warmly at his question, "Because a true true friend helps a friend in need." She wrung the now scarlet towel out over the ground and kept cleaning the blood from his body. She continues to talk as she rhythmically wipes No Name partially clean of his red colouring, "I had to make sure you didnt die! I mean, what kind of pony would I be if I lose my only friend before I can get to know them a little?" Her mind wondered to past events, particularly her home town, and her face grew just a tad darker.

No Name cocked his head to the side. A friend? Inside he felt on top of the world! He smiled brightly, he didn't even have to force it. Quietly, No Name whispered to himself, "We're friends?" After another moment, his expression of joy faded and the confused expression returned, "But... but Ponies in Seaddle die every day. What difference do I make, you have batteries to sell! I don't have anyone to see, or anyplace to be."

[Lunas Legion]

The scene of the Phoenix Building remained much the same as the Clan advanced deeper; the occasional body of a Ranger and the rarer corpse of a Silencer were scattered throughout the dimly lit rooms littered with the remains of battles.

But other than the occasional flash of green in the darkness ahead, the Silence seemed to have left the building, their unknown objectives seemingly completed.

---

As the remains of the Gang edged slowly into the Warrens, they glanced around nervously at the leaning cranes and half-rusted containers which formed a dangerous maze of walkways and urbran chasms across the area.

The only common feature to the seemingly endless maze was a ever-present humming on the edge of their hearing and the occasional sighting of a darkened figure standing on a container a way ahead, watching them before it turned and vanished.

---

The inside of the Council's room was a bloodbath. The deactivated remains of a pair of Sentinel robots dominated the Center of the room while the walls were blackened from laser strikes and missile craters.

The corpses of two Unicorns and a Zebra lay on the far side of the room, next to a armoured shutter over a window. A fourth body, that of a Griffin, was slumped over a cloud terminal, barely breathing as he glanced backwards and smiled slightly.

"Help...." He croaked weakly.

[Fantrum]

Eris breathed deeply as No Name seemed to recover, if only slightly, and she was able to calm herself just a bit because of it. She smiled warmly at his question, "Because a true true friend helps a friend in need." She wrung the now scarlet towel out over the ground and kept cleaning the blood from his body. She continues to talk as she rhythmically wipes No Name partially clean of his red colouring, "I had to make sure you didnt die! I mean, what kind of pony would I be if I lose my only friend before I can get to know them a little?" Her mind wondered to past events, particularly her home town, and her face grew just a tad darker.

No Name cocked his head to the side. A friend? Inside he felt on top of the world! He smiled brightly, he didn't even have to force it. Quietly, No Name whispered to himself, "We're friends?" After another moment, his expression of joy faded and the confused expression returned, "But... but Ponies in Seaddle die every day. What difference do I make, you have batteries to sell! I don't have anyone to see, or anyplace to be."

Eris' smile continued, undaunted, "Silly pony!" She helped him stand up, seeing as he was pretty much back to normal, "When you have done things as I have, you learn the importance of other ponies." She moved away, making for the harness once more. She stopped before she fully exited the interior, "I guess you could say that I value friendship more than caps." She felt a large part of herself scream in revolt, 'NOTHING IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN CAPS!' It shouted at her, she forced that part of her down, then bludgeoned it to death.

[Das Metro]

No Name cocked his head to the side. A friend? Inside he felt on top of the world! He smiled brightly, he didn't even have to force it. Quietly, No Name whispered to himself, "We're friends?" After another moment, his expression of joy faded and the confused expression returned, "But... but Ponies in Seaddle die every day. What difference do I make, you have batteries to sell! I don't have anyone to see, or anyplace to be."

Eris' smile continued, undaunted, "Silly pony!" She helped him stand up, seeing as he was pretty much back to normal, "When you have done things as I have, you learn the importance of other ponies." She moved away, making for the harness once more. She stopped before she fully exited the interior, "I guess you could say that I value friendship more than caps." She felt a large part of herself scream in revolt, 'NOTHING IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN CAPS!' It shouted at her, she forced that part of her down, then bludgeoned it to death.

No Name stood uneasily for a moment. Movement was easier now, but the plethora of bandaging made such a tad difficult. Careful not to reopen the wounds, No Name buckled himself into the Carriage and sat there still. The anesthetic effects of Med-X were gone and his chest felt sore. No Name levitated Timberwolf and a long shard of glass from his saddlebag. "Uhm, Eris? I haven't thanked you for saving my life. So, uh... Thank you." No Name's voice got that shaky verve back and he began to get choked up, "I've never had a friend before either." He looked down to Timberwolf now silent and went to work adding three new notches to the grip with the jagged glass.

[The Flutterlands]

Phoenix trotted through the Seaddel city line. The young adult Unicorn has returned home from his two year cooking training in the southern wasteland. The fiery unicorn has learned a lot from his mentor, a Zebra therapist and world renowned cook, named Zack. Not only did he learn how to control his fiery temper, but also how to control his potently dangerous ability of pyrokinesis, a power that he developed at a very young age. During his training, cooking to him, turned out to be more than a science or an art, it was a form of meditation for him. It helped him focus and clear his mind of negativity. Now that his training is done, he is curious of exactly how his home trained during his absence. However, he did felt a certain... change in the atmosphere, it felt rather... ominous.

When Phoenix, unknowingly entered what is now Raider territory, he saw some ponies, taking on what appeared to be a sort of metallic menace. The latter seemed to have proved to be quite stronger than the formers. He decided, to his own surprise, to aid the ponies. The Unicorn raced towards the conflict, literally all fired up and ready to face the metal monster.

---

The scene of the Phoenix Building remained much the same as the Clan advanced deeper; the occasional body of a Ranger and the rarer corpse of a Silencer were scattered throughout the dimly lit rooms littered with the remains of battles.

But other than the occasional flash of green in the darkness ahead, the Silence seemed to have left the building, their unknown objectives seemingly completed.

---

As the remains of the Gang edged slowly into the Warrens, they glanced around nervously at the leaning cranes and half-rusted containers which formed a dangerous maze of walkways and urbran chasms across the area.

The only common feature to the seemingly endless maze was a ever-present humming on the edge of their hearing and the occasional sighting of a darkened figure standing on a container a way ahead, watching them before it turned and vanished.

As the Clan reached the deepest floor of the phoenix building, they found it to be, oddly enough, devoid of any silencers. But Dark Heart wasn't through yet. He ordered his Clan to check out the upper levels of the tower. Dark Heart was determined to hunt down the Silence and seeks to search every nook and cranny of the building for them. Thus, the clan began to their ascent of the phoenix building.

---

As the gang continued their journey through the Warren, a question has been picking at Spot's mind.
"Hope." said Spot.
"Yeah, kid?" Hope replied, still facing forward.
"I've been wondering, one of the voices said something about..."
Spot was reluctant to finish, the idea of it was sickening in his stomach.
"One of them said something about eating ponies," Spot continued, "Dusty also said something similar to that. Do they really mean-"
"Yep" said Hope, who already guessing the question before it was finished, "Revolting isn't it. Which is why I prefer to eat alone in my room, rather than in the main dinning room with my fellow comrades, from time to time."
Hope said it in a way that made sure that the gang members acknowledged what she was saying, and how she found the idea of pony cannibalism to be barbaric.
"Yet, again," Hope continued, "With the way things have been in the past hundred years, and the lack of food, I doubt that many ponies really have much of a choice. The wasteland is a dog eat dog world after all. But trust me, if Utopia asks you if you want a 'leg', for dinner, just say 'No' please."
Spot began to regret asking, he still found it hard to contemplate on how screwed up the world has been during his long slumber, but he choose to take his cousin's advice with great intent. Speaking of slumber, Spot began to feel tired again from all this running around. But he tried hard to stay awake.
Soon, Hope, began to realize that, with the possible threat within the maze, their journey through the Warren, will be an adventure.

[Lunas Legion]

Phoenix trotted through the Seaddel city line. The young adult Unicorn has returned home from his two year cooking training in the southern wasteland. The fiery unicorn has learned a lot from his mentor, a Zebra therapist and world renowned cook, named Zack. Not only did he learn how to control his fiery temper, but also how to control his potently dangerous ability of pyrokinesis, a power that he developed at a very young age. During his training, cooking to him, turned out to be more than a science or an art, it was a form of meditation for him. It helped him focus and clear his mind of negativity. Now that his training is done, he is curious of exactly how his home trained during his absence. However, he did felt a certain... change in the atmosphere, it felt rather... ominous.

When Phoenix finally reached Moon Tower, he was in shock at the sight of it. Moon Tower was in a mess, as if some great catastrophe has taken place. His fiery body engulfed around him as he wondered what in Celestia's name has taken place. Soon, however, he began to here a loud ruckus, coming from somewhere in the area. As he explored, he saw some ponies, taking on what appeared to be a sort of metallic menace. The latter seemed to have proved to be quite stronger than the formers. He decided, to his own surprise, to aid the ponies. He raced towards the conflict, literally all fired up and ready to face the metal monster.

---

The scene of the Phoenix Building remained much the same as the Clan advanced deeper; the occasional body of a Ranger and the rarer corpse of a Silencer were scattered throughout the dimly lit rooms littered with the remains of battles.

But other than the occasional flash of green in the darkness ahead, the Silence seemed to have left the building, their unknown objectives seemingly completed.

---

As the remains of the Gang edged slowly into the Warrens, they glanced around nervously at the leaning cranes and half-rusted containers which formed a dangerous maze of walkways and urbran chasms across the area.

The only common feature to the seemingly endless maze was a ever-present humming on the edge of their hearing and the occasional sighting of a darkened figure standing on a container a way ahead, watching them before it turned and vanished.

As the Clan reached the deepest floor of the phoenix building, they found it to be, oddly enough, devoid of any silencers. But Dark Heart wasn't through yet. He ordered his Clan to check out the upper levels of the tower. Dark Heart was determined to hunt down the Silence and seeks to search every nook and cranny of the building for them. Thus, the clan began to their ascent of the phoenix building.

---

As the gang continued their journey through the Warren, a question has been picking at Spot's mind.
"Hope." said Spot.
"Yeah, kid?" Hope replied, still facing forward.
"I've been wondering, one of the voices said something about..."
Spot was reluctant to finish, the idea of it was sickening in his stomach.
"One of them said something about eating ponies," Spot continued, "Dusty also said something similar to that. Do they really mean-"
"Yep" said Hope, who already guessing the question before it was finished, "Revolting isn't it. Which is why I prefer to eat alone in my room, rather than in the main dinning room with my fellow comrades, from time to time."
Hope said it in a way that made sure that the gang members acknowledged what she was saying, and how she found the idea of pony cannibalism to be barbaric.
"Yet, again," Hope continued, "With the way things have been in the past hundred years, and the lack of food, I doubt that many ponies really have much of a choice. The wasteland is a dog eat dog world after all. But trust me, if Utopia asks you if you want a 'leg', for dinner, just say 'No' please."
Spot began to regret asking, he still found it hard to contemplate on how screwed up the world has been during his long slumber, but he choose to take his cousin's advice with great intent. Speaking of slumber, Spot began to feel tired again from all this running around. But he tried hard to stay awake.
Soon, Hope, began to realize that, with the possible threat within the maze, their journey through the Warren, will be an adventure.

The upper floors were more blasted out and filled with occasional pockets of snow as a icy wind cut through the Clan as they exited the stairs and elevator shaft before a spray of minigun bullets tore over their heads.

"Hold fire!" The Elder's distinctive voice called out. "They're not Silencers... I hope."

[Ozzy]

Thistle continued to make her way to the Seaddle Institute, hoping it is some abandoned building she could take shelter in. The cold made the filly shiver, "Why is it so damn cold!?" She asked no one, Thistle couldn't imagine why the sudden temperature change between two cities. Pegasi had something to do it and she knew it, but the thoughts flew around her mind and she unable to grasp it. Thistle could barely fly, nopony taught her, she knew next to nothing about her race and it saddened her, causing the small mare to nearly forget about the cold that gripped her.

The Seaddle Institute is in plain sight, excitement took control of the filly, making a run for the building.

[The Flutterlands]

As the Clan reached the deepest floor of the phoenix building, they found it to be, oddly enough, devoid of any silencers. But Dark Heart wasn't through yet. He ordered his Clan to check out the upper levels of the tower. Dark Heart was determined to hunt down the Silence and seeks to search every nook and cranny of the building for them. Thus, the clan began to their ascent of the phoenix building.

---

As the gang continued their journey through the Warren, a question has been picking at Spot's mind.
"Hope." said Spot.
"Yeah, kid?" Hope replied, still facing forward.
"I've been wondering, one of the voices said something about..."
Spot was reluctant to finish, the idea of it was sickening in his stomach.
"One of them said something about eating ponies," Spot continued, "Dusty also said something similar to that. Do they really mean-"
"Yep" said Hope, who already guessing the question before it was finished, "Revolting isn't it. Which is why I prefer to eat alone in my room, rather than in the main dinning room with my fellow comrades, from time to time."
Hope said it in a way that made sure that the gang members acknowledged what she was saying, and how she found the idea of pony cannibalism to be barbaric.
"Yet, again," Hope continued, "With the way things have been in the past hundred years, and the lack of food, I doubt that many ponies really have much of a choice. The wasteland is a dog eat dog world after all. But trust me, if Utopia asks you if you want a 'leg', for dinner, just say 'No' please."
Spot began to regret asking, he still found it hard to contemplate on how screwed up the world has been during his long slumber, but he choose to take his cousin's advice with great intent. Speaking of slumber, Spot began to feel tired again from all this running around. But he tried hard to stay awake.
Soon, Hope, began to realize that, with the possible threat within the maze, their journey through the Warren, will be an adventure.

The upper floors were more blasted out and filled with occasional pockets of snow as a icy wind cut through the Clan as they exited the stairs and elevator shaft before a spray of minigun bullets tore over their heads.

"Hold fire!" The Elder's distinctive voice called out. "They're not Silencers... I hope."

"Elder!" cried Dark Heart, giving the signal to hold fire.
Dark Heart rushed towards the Elder, lifting him with his arms.
"You two," Dark Heart pointed to two Pegasus ponies, "Go outside and have rangers bring in a medical team!"
The two ponies left the room, and descended back to the ground floor, reporting what they have found, and asking for a medical team to be sent up immediately.

[Lunas Legion]

Thistle continued to make her way to the Seaddle Institute, hoping it is some abandoned building she could take shelter in. The cold made the filly shiver, "Why is it so damn cold!?" She asked no one, Thistle couldn't imagine why the sudden temperature change between two cities. Pegasi had something to do it and she knew it, but the thoughts flew around her mind and she unable to grasp it. Thistle could barely fly, nopony taught her, she knew next to nothing about her race and it saddened her, causing the small mare to nearly forget about the cold that gripped her.

The Seaddle Institute is in plain sight, excitement took control of the filly, making a run for the building.

"Stay where you are and don't move. No wing flexes, no nothing." A voice called out from the upper floor of the Institute. "Head, Belts, open the door. I'll keep a eye on our Pegasus from up here."

There was a loud clang from behind the door, and muffled swearing before the two steel-armoured doors finally opened, a pair of Rangers in darkened orange Power Armour standing in the doorway eyeing Thistle uneasily.

"Who are you, and what in Tartarus are you doing all the way out here?"

---

Phoenix Building

"I don't need any medicine." The Elder snapped. "Those sneaky bastards managed to get in through the sewers and then shifted into ponies or turned invisible. Invisible! We never stood a chance, but they haven't attacked for at least 10 minutes."

[The Flutterlands]

Thistle continued to make her way to the Seaddle Institute, hoping it is some abandoned building she could take shelter in. The cold made the filly shiver, "Why is it so damn cold!?" She asked no one, Thistle couldn't imagine why the sudden temperature change between two cities. Pegasi had something to do it and she knew it, but the thoughts flew around her mind and she unable to grasp it. Thistle could barely fly, nopony taught her, she knew next to nothing about her race and it saddened her, causing the small mare to nearly forget about the cold that gripped her.

The Seaddle Institute is in plain sight, excitement took control of the filly, making a run for the building.

"Stay where you are and don't move. No wing flexes, no nothing." A voice called out from the upper floor of the Institute. "Head, Belts, open the door. I'll keep a eye on our Pegasus from up here."

There was a loud clang from behind the door, and muffled swearing before the two steel-armoured doors finally opened, a pair of Rangers in darkened orange Power Armour standing in the doorway eyeing Thistle uneasily.

"Who are you, and what in Tartarus are you doing all the way out here?"

---

Phoenix Building

"I don't need any medicine." The Elder snapped. "Those sneaky bastards managed to get in through the sewers and then shifted into ponies or turned invisible. Invisible! We never stood a chance, but they haven't attacked for at least 10 minutes."

"Odd..." said Dark Heart, "Everypony, secure the room. I want this room under full Clan occupation."
The Clan members spread throughout the room, watching out for any unusual activity. The knowledge that the enemy is invisible gave even Dark Heart a small shiver down his spine. But then something hit him, something in his gut told him that the "Elder" is in fact an imposter, a silencer in the elder's form! He also has reason to believe that the real Elder has made it out in time.
"Are you sure that your story is legit?" Dark Heart asked.
Dark Heart intends to test the Elder to see wither or not he's who he say he is, before jumping to conclusions.

[Ozzy]

Thistle shivered from not only the cold, but fear as well. The warning scared her, she never seen a Ranger, only heard stories from her former slaver how they used to piss him off. Then maybe they're good guys. This was bad, she probably has to turn around and freeze to death.

The filly replied, her spectacles giving the damage threshold of both Rangers in front of her. "I-I am from... Baltimare, r-running from... my owner." Thistle spoke loudly as possible for the Ranger above to hear, her nervous tone easily identifiable. Her wings twitched, despite the warning, she couldn't contain them out of fear. Thistle closed her eyes and breathed slowly, her wings beginning to hold still.

[Lunas Legion]

"Stay where you are and don't move. No wing flexes, no nothing." A voice called out from the upper floor of the Institute. "Head, Belts, open the door. I'll keep a eye on our Pegasus from up here."

There was a loud clang from behind the door, and muffled swearing before the two steel-armoured doors finally opened, a pair of Rangers in darkened orange Power Armour standing in the doorway eyeing Thistle uneasily.

"Who are you, and what in Tartarus are you doing all the way out here?"

---

Phoenix Building

"I don't need any medicine." The Elder snapped. "Those sneaky bastards managed to get in through the sewers and then shifted into ponies or turned invisible. Invisible! We never stood a chance, but they haven't attacked for at least 10 minutes."

"Odd..." said Dark Heart, "Everypony, secure the room. I want this room under full Clan occupation."
The Clan members spread throughout the room, watching out for any unusual activity. The knowledge that the enemy is invisible gave even Dark Heart a small shiver down his spine. But then something hit him, something in his gut told him that the "Elder" is in fact an imposter, a silencer in the elder's form! He also has reason to believe that the real Elder has made it out in time.
"Are you sure that your story is legit?" Dark Heart asked.
Dark Heart intends to test the Elder to see wither or not he's who he say he is, before jumping to conclusions.

The Elder rolled his eyes. "Obviously. They did try impersonating me, and took the fake out via one of the access tunnels but shot him when he couldn't remotely hack the security systems from the outside via a terminal in the building opposite." The Elder shivered. "Bloody disconceriting seeing yourself shot by your subordinates."

---

Seaddle Institute

"Get inside, you look like you haven't eaten in days. I may not like it, but we never turn anypony away. Unless, of course, they're forceful. In which case we turn them back with bullets and Balefire."

[Das Metro]

Phoenix trotted through the Seaddel city line. The young adult Unicorn has returned home from his two year cooking training in the southern wasteland. The fiery unicorn has learned a lot from his mentor, a Zebra therapist and world renowned cook, named Zack. Not only did he learn how to control his fiery temper, but also how to control his potently dangerous ability of pyrokinesis, a power that he developed at a very young age. During his training, cooking to him, turned out to be more than a science or an art, it was a form of meditation for him. It helped him focus and clear his mind of negativity. Now that his training is done, he is curious of exactly how his home trained during his absence. However, he did felt a certain... change in the atmosphere, it felt rather... ominous.

When Phoenix, unknowingly entered what is now Raider territory, he saw some ponies, taking on what appeared to be a sort of metallic menace. The latter seemed to have proved to be quite stronger than the formers. He decided, to his own surprise, to aid the ponies. The Unicorn raced towards the conflict, literally all fired up and ready to face the metal monster.

Opium heard Aurora's screaming and shut his eyes tighter. The blood slaked colt was afraid of robots as is, but the screaming of his normally relaxed companion made his feel real fear. Opium pulled his saddlebag over in a hurried, overly exaggerated fashion and dug out something that oughta help him. Opium glared at the syringe and he smiled. The sight of Dash, his favorite drug, somewhat reaffirmed him.

The Colt acted fast injecting the combat drug into his arm and gave a low moan and giggle as he felt the effects of the drug take effect. Everything was suddenly much slower, much more distorted. Oh this was indeed his favorite. Opium moved like a blur through the room, courtesy of of Dash, though to him things seemed to be in slow motion. He quite literally slammed into the wall at the end of the stairs and dashed (geddit?) out the door. Outside, Opium caught eye of a new stranger with a fiery coat. Opium blurred over to the front of him spoke in a quick, almost comically fast voice, "Oh-hey-there! Say, you look nice! Look like the fighting type! We could use a hoof! Especially from such a strapping Stallion like yourself!" Opium continued to titup about in place beaming at Phoenix.

[The Flutterlands]

"Odd..." said Dark Heart, "Everypony, secure the room. I want this room under full Clan occupation."
The Clan members spread throughout the room, watching out for any unusual activity. The knowledge that the enemy is invisible gave even Dark Heart a small shiver down his spine. But then something hit him, something in his gut told him that the "Elder" is in fact an imposter, a silencer in the elder's form! He also has reason to believe that the real Elder has made it out in time.
"Are you sure that your story is legit?" Dark Heart asked.
Dark Heart intends to test the Elder to see wither or not he's who he say he is, before jumping to conclusions.

The Elder rolled his eyes. "Obviously. They did try impersonating me, and took the fake out via one of the access tunnels but shot him when he couldn't remotely hack the security systems from the outside via a terminal in the building opposite." The Elder shivered. "Bloody disconceriting seeing yourself shot by your subordinates."

---

Seaddle Institute

"Get inside, you look like you haven't eaten in days. I may not like it, but we never turn anypony away. Unless, of course, they're forceful. In which case we turn them back with bullets and Balefire."

True. Dark Heart did thought of that as well. He was just being cautious after all, for he does wish to be alive to witness the Silence's destruction. But something still didn't seem right here.
"You don't say." said Dark Heart, "Then I wonder why they haven't attacked us yet. Because, this does seem like a great opportunity for them to strike. In fact, if you say that they can turn invisible, then why haven't, I don't know, slice our throats without being seen. Unless, something else is going on here."
Then an idea came to him.
"Come on Silence," The griffin said cooly, "show yourselves, we all know that you're here. Your sick game isn't working, so just drop the act why don't you."
Dark Heart clutched his gun at the trigger till it clicked, ready for a potential attack. The Clan readyed themselves also, some of them began to sweat in fear.

[Ozzy]

Seaddle Institute

"Get inside, you look like you haven't eaten in days. I may not like it, but we never turn anypony away. Unless, of course, they're forceful. In which case we turn them back with bullets and Balefire."

Thistle slowly trotted inside and passed the two Rangers, she didn't know what balefire is, but it sounded intimidating. Her spectacles ticked with the health statuses of anypony she looked at, the filly laid down in the lobby floor to seek warmth first. Awaiting what else may come her way.

[Lunas Legion]

The Elder rolled his eyes. "Obviously. They did try impersonating me, and took the fake out via one of the access tunnels but shot him when he couldn't remotely hack the security systems from the outside via a terminal in the building opposite." The Elder shivered. "Bloody disconceriting seeing yourself shot by your subordinates."

---

Seaddle Institute

"Get inside, you look like you haven't eaten in days. I may not like it, but we never turn anypony away. Unless, of course, they're forceful. In which case we turn them back with bullets and Balefire."

True. Dark Heart did thought of that as well. He was just being cautious after all, for he does wish to be alive to witness the Silence's destruction. But something still didn't seem right here.
"You don't say." said Dark Heart, "Then I wonder why they haven't attacked us yet. Because, this does seem like a great opportunity for them to strike. In fact, if you say that they can turn invisible, then why haven't, I don't know, slice our throats without being seen. Unless, something else is going on here."
Then an idea came to him.
"Come on Silence," The griffin said cooly, "show yourselves, we all know that you're here. Your sick game isn't working, so just drop the act why don't you."
Dark Heart clutched his gun at the trigger till it clicked, ready for a potential attack. The Clan readyed themselves also, some of them began to sweat in fear.

"That's not how they work. We've been using their shadows to find them which is why the entire place is darker than the subway since their invisibility doesn't seem to carry over to their shadows for some reason. Either they've discovered they're rumbled about their little trick of invisibility, the security systems kicked their sneaky asses out or they've done what they came here to do."

The Elder waved for his Rangers to get up from their positions, and seven Rangers stood, only three in Power Armour. The others were Scribes, their robes slightly torn. "Let's regroup outside and then figure out what we're going to do since this building obviously isn't safe anymore."

---

Seaddle Institute

"Well, Thistle..." A grey Unicorn clad in battered Combat Barding asked as he trotted into the room. "I'm Gunner, for obvious reasons." He glanced up the stairs. "The other two are Belts and Steels, they'll warm up to you later. We don't get many visitors out here, what with the snow and the rumours about the Silencers."

[The Flutterlands]

Phoenix trotted through the Seaddel city line. The young adult Unicorn has returned home from his two year cooking training in the southern wasteland. The fiery unicorn has learned a lot from his mentor, a Zebra therapist and world renowned cook, named Zack. Not only did he learn how to control his fiery temper, but also how to control his potently dangerous ability of pyrokinesis, a power that he developed at a very young age. During his training, cooking to him, turned out to be more than a science or an art, it was a form of meditation for him. It helped him focus and clear his mind of negativity. Now that his training is done, he is curious of exactly how his home trained during his absence. However, he did felt a certain... change in the atmosphere, it felt rather... ominous.

When Phoenix, unknowingly entered what is now Raider territory, he saw some ponies, taking on what appeared to be a sort of metallic menace. The latter seemed to have proved to be quite stronger than the formers. He decided, to his own surprise, to aid the ponies. The Unicorn raced towards the conflict, literally all fired up and ready to face the metal monster.

Opium heard Aurora's screaming and shut his eyes tighter. The blood slaked colt was afraid of robots as is, but the screaming of his normally relaxed companion made his feel real fear. Opium pulled his saddlebag over in a hurried, overly exaggerated fashion and dug out something that oughta help him. Opium glared at the syringe and he smiled. The sight of Dash, his favorite drug, somewhat reaffirmed him.

The Colt acted fast injecting the combat drug into his arm and gave a low moan and giggle as he felt the effects of the drug take effect. Everything was suddenly much slower, much more distorted. Oh this was indeed his favorite. Opium moved like a blur through the room, courtesy of of Dash, though to him things seemed to be in slow motion. He quite literally slammed into the wall at the end of the stairs and dashed (geddit?) out the door. Outside, Opium caught eye of a new stranger with a fiery coat. Opium blurred over to the front of him spoke in a quick, almost comically fast voice, "Oh-hey-there! Say, you look nice! Look like the fighting type! We could use a hoof! Especially from such a strapping Stallion like yourself!" Opium continued to titup about in place beaming at Phoenix.

Phoenix's fiery mane died down a bit after what he just heard. He turned to the colt, it seemed that he was... flirting with him, in a middle of fight. The unicorn, nervously backed away from the Opium, as if to say, "Not on your life, pal." But, then remembering that he's in combat, his flames flared up again. He turned to back to the robot. If there's another thing he learned form Zack, is how to use his pyrokinesis in combat, without harming his allies. The solution seemed simple, Phoenix's horn lit up in flames, his body temperature reaching degrees hot enough to melt metal, and casted a ball of fire at the robot's chest.

[The Flutterlands]

True. Dark Heart did thought of that as well. He was just being cautious after all, for he does wish to be alive to witness the Silence's destruction. But something still didn't seem right here.
"You don't say." said Dark Heart, "Then I wonder why they haven't attacked us yet. Because, this does seem like a great opportunity for them to strike. In fact, if you say that they can turn invisible, then why haven't they, I don't know, slice our throats without being seen. Unless, something else is going on here."
Then an idea came to him.
"Come on Silence," The griffin said cooly, "show yourselves, we all know that you're here. Your sick game isn't working, so just drop the act why don't you."
Dark Heart clutched his gun at the trigger till it clicked, ready for a potential attack. The Clan readyed themselves also, some of them began to sweat in fear.

"That's not how they work. We've been using their shadows to find them which is why the entire place is darker than the subway since their invisibility doesn't seem to carry over to their shadows for some reason. Either they've discovered they're rumbled about their little trick of invisibility, the security systems kicked their sneaky asses out or they've done what they came here to do."

The Elder waved for his Rangers to get up from their positions, and seven Rangers stood, only three in Power Armour. The others were Scribes, their robes slightly torn. "Let's regroup outside and then figure out what we're going to do since this building obviously isn't safe anymore."

"Agreed" said Dark Heart, "Ponies, griffins, move out. Our work here is done."
He turned to two members, a ghoul Griffin and a normal Pegasus.
"I want you two to escort the Elder, out of here. I'll cover you."
The duo, helped the elder back onto his hoofs and escorted him out of the room, the clan followed. Dark Heart, was the last to leave the room, before turning back.
"Don't think that I don't know you." Dark Heart said, hoping that the silence hears him, "Know this, I hold the key to your destruction, left behind by my parents. I know what you fear most, I shall rain fire upon your very vault, and I vow upon Celestia's light, that I will destroy you and your precious Hive Mind."
And with that, he left the room, following his clan.

[North German Confederation]

Funeral Pyre cackled maniacally, watching the Mister Overly bot run through the doorframe only to be blasted by a ball of fire; the robot was engulfed in a inferno, despite its fire-retardant armor, it was taking serious damage. The Overly robot ignored Aurora and fired a series of plasma rounds in the general direction of the fire blast before over-heating and collapsing in a small shattering blast. Pyre's Securitron host switched to a angry face, "Where are you, you son of a bitch!?" Remaining in the room to await the new enemy instead, losing sight of Aurora in the process.

Aurora thrashed about and screamed, only to realize the flames had been partially put out. Her lower body stung all over, the fire spared none of its elegance, replaced only with bloody black flesh that hurts upon touch. Aurora focused, grabbing the pulse gun in her telekinesis and firing a few rounds into the room that the Securitron sat in. Missing a couple of times and sobbing in the process, she felt miserable and her vision blurring, thoughts of how her mother shared the same terrible fate flooded her mind as she aimed the gun in vain attempt to kill her arch nemesis. Who wasn't even in sight...

[The Flutterlands]

Funeral Pyre cackled maniacally, watching the Mister Overly bot run through the doorframe only to be blasted by a ball of fire; the robot was engulfed in a inferno, despite its fire-retardant armor, it was taking serious damage. The Overly robot ignored Aurora and fired a series of plasma rounds in the general direction of the fire blast before over-heating and collapsing in a small shattering blast. Pyre's Securitron host switched to a angry face, "Where are you, you son of a bitch!?" Remaining in the room to await the new enemy instead, losing sight of Aurora in the process.

Aurora thrashed about and screamed, only to realize the flames had been partially put out. Her lower body stung all over, the fire spared none of its elegance, replaced only with bloody black flesh that hurts upon touch. Aurora focused, grabbing the pulse gun in her telekinesis and firing a few rounds into the room that the Securitron sat in. Missing a couple of times and sobbing in the process, she felt miserable and her vision blurring, thoughts of how her mother shared the same terrible fate flooded her mind as she aimed the gun in vain attempt to kill her arch nemesis. Who wasn't even in sight...

"Oh, I'm sorry." said Phoenix, entering the room, firing another ball of fire at the metallic beast.
His fiery body flared up even more. His flames lit up the room, in a blazing light.
"Looking for me?" the unicorn shouted, hoping to draw out the perpetrator in this conflict.

[North German Confederation]

The Securitron was blasted by flames, Funeral Pyre would see through the status board that he was going to lose his host bot, "There you are, you fucking bug!" The robot opened up its missile pods, firing two warheads at close range before the robot sustained enough damage and exploded. Miles away, the ghoul Pegasus threw his headset at the multiple monitors in a fit of defeated rage. He will find and kill Aurora as long as he lives, 'She'll die from her injuries.' He will also exact revenge on the unicorn who meddled in attempt to save her, all it takes is some serious planning.

Aurora's vision was darkening, all she heard was the faint sound of splintering wood before she slipped into unconsciousness. For one moment, Aurora could see the outline of another Alicorn, "Mother?". The sound of the pulse gun dropping was all one could hear apart from the dying flames.

[Das Metro]

The Securitron was blasted by flames, Funeral Pyre would see through the status board that he was going to lose his host bot, "There you are, you fucking bug!" The robot opened up its missile pods, firing two warheads at close range before the robot sustained enough damage and exploded. Miles away, the ghoul Pegasus threw his headset at the multiple monitors in a fit of defeated rage. He will find and kill Aurora as long as he lives, 'She'll die from her injuries.' He will also exact revenge on the unicorn who meddled in attempt to save her, all it takes is some serious planning.

Aurora's vision was darkening, all she heard was the faint sound of splintering wood before she slipped into unconsciousness. For one moment, Aurora could see the outline of another Alicorn, "Mother?". The sound of the pulse gun dropping was all one could hear apart from the dying flames.

Opium stood outside rapidly tapping his hooves as he listened to the violent ruckus in the home and bit his lip. That didn't sound good. Be should probably get help. Opium gazed off and saw the bare outline of the Seaddle Institute. Applejack's Rangers... Shademane said they were heading that way anyway right? Opium giggled madly and pulledna ratty piece of paper and pencil from his saddlebag. He had no idea how to read nor write, but Opium figured a nicen little picture would get the point across.

Still practically buzzing from the Dash high, Opium sketched the picture in a mad hurry. He was done within seconds, though it didn't exactly turn out how he wanted. What he saw as a masterpiece was really a terrible drawing of himself with an arrow pointing to a building withma stick figure Ranger out front. At the top was a nice little happy face to show he was okay... Seems legit! Opium raced over to the house and tossed the note inside before racing off like a Balefire Phoenix out of hell towards the Seaddle institute.

[The Flutterlands]

The Securitron was blasted by flames, Funeral Pyre would see through the status board that he was going to lose his host bot, "There you are, you fucking bug!" The robot opened up its missile pods, firing two warheads at close range before the robot sustained enough damage and exploded. Miles away, the ghoul Pegasus threw his headset at the multiple monitors in a fit of defeated rage. He will find and kill Aurora as long as he lives, 'She'll die from her injuries.' He will also exact revenge on the unicorn who meddled in attempt to save her, all it takes is some serious planning.

Aurora's vision was darkening, all she heard was the faint sound of splintering wood before she slipped into unconsciousness. For one moment, Aurora could see the outline of another Alicorn, "Mother?". The sound of the pulse gun dropping was all one could hear apart from the dying flames.

Phoenix looked around the blazing room. To his dismay, he saw a mare lying on the floor, near death. Seeing that, due to him being made of fire, he could not do much to help her. The unicorn stormed out of the building.
"HELP! HELP!" he cried, his entire body engulfed in flames, "SOMEPONY HELP ME! There's a mare inside and she's near death! HELP!! THERE'S NOTHING I CAN DO!"