Fallout: Equestria (IC)

[Socialist Shadow Republic]

Crossfire had held her peace throughout the argument going on around her; taking this all in bit by bit. She had been very much aware of Bright's mistake in revealing their plans to a stranger, though had so easily been willing to assume this Ghoul could do no possible harm. In failing to order the death of one, she may very well have condemned hundreds, no; thousands to their deaths. Throughout the exchange of words, she thought of a way to resolve this issue as peacefully and painlessly as possible; preparing to join this struggle of silver-tongues, though well-aware honor may demand much more than words could muster.

"Enough!" She exclaimed, stepping forward besides Bright Steel; her expression and demeanor demanding respect and attention; the Mare putting on a brave face, with the confidence to back her bravado up. "What gives you the right, sir, to make wild accusations and assumptions of ponies you know nothing about? Has the Balefire rotted your wits as badly as it has your body? You know nothing of me, my companions, or our intentions; and it shows. The 'Goddess' was a Mare driven mad, fooled into believing she had transcended mortality into a realm only Two have ever attained, and now they too are dead and gone. There is no glory in clinging to the past, but there is power to be gained from studying it; watching the mistakes, trials, and triumphs of our predecessors and using their knowledge and experience as a foundation upon which to build a better future. You would impede those with honest intentions and good hearts from trying to pull Pony-kind, and all races, from this Dark Age we have brought down upon ourselves, and for what reason? Amusement? Money? Because you can? I don't know your reasons and I don't care to; you clearly have no grounds upon which to back your accusations, making your claims as foolish as they are invalid; nor will your insult to the honor of my friends be tolerated. I would challenge you to a duel, sir; but alas, I find that scum like you is not worth the lead."

Having said her peace to the interloper, she proceeded to turn towards the vast crowd of merchants, guards, and residents seeking shelter under the banner of one of the more powerful factions in the region. "As misguided as our friend here is; there is some legitimacy to his claims, albeit deluded by lies, but still. It is true; I wish for the establishment of a stronger state, and for good reason. If you won't join my cause for the good of your fellow Ponies, your nations, and your Princess'; then think about the wealth to be gained. Do you really want to risk it all caravan from this haven to the farther reaches of the wastes; putting all you have on the line in the hopes you won't be overwhelmed and killed by the many dangers of the Wasteland? Think about it; would it not be more profitable to settle the land; to take advantage of its resources, be they in the form of the ever-precious foodstuffs we all need to live, or in mineral form? Under the strong guidance of a state with a Centralized form of government; land can be secured, land upon which we may all benefit from; monetarily and otherwise. My intentions are to bring this country and these people back on their hooves from this desolate ruin of society you all see around you. I've said it before and will re-state myself for good measure; if you will not find it in your hearts to do better, for yourselves and your fellow Ponies; then at least think of the rewards you may reap from reclaiming land for Agriculture and Industry; a safer, much more steady source of income than driving caravans all over the wastes in search of those with the funds to pay for your products; be they medicine, weaponry, salvage, or whatever."

Marci relished the breeze that made her mane flutter in the wind, it was nice to feel its oddly calming effects on her skin. She too had noticed the throng of ponies, "Oh. Crossfire is still at it?" She also saw the ghoul pony facing off with Brightsteel, "Well that should be interesting." She trotted forwards and caught the majority of Crossfire's speech, she herself didnt believe in any of that crap. But hey, it was a chance for the wasteland to grow once more. So as long as it was morally good, Marci felt she could support it. She felt odd, standing over all the other ponies, she stuck out like a sore hoof.

Thunder Flare stood in awe of the speech. Prone to believing ponies, having grown up with only his siblings, and being somewhat gullible, he couldn't help but be captured by the words of the pegasus mare. Facing the towering Marci, he asked "oh, ya know her, already? What's the government she's talkin' 'bout like? What's she like?" Thunder was wondering why Marci seemed unenthused about such an idea of a unified state. But, then, he remembered, she had experienced such a thing before. And, as she said, it failed. But, why did this one have to fail? Couldn't it succeed and become prosperous? Maybe, just maybe, this could turn out to be good. Maybe, he could bring his family here, once the war was over, to work under and be protected by this government.

[Fantrum]

Crossfire had held her peace throughout the argument going on around her; taking this all in bit by bit. She had been very much aware of Bright's mistake in revealing their plans to a stranger, though had so easily been willing to assume this Ghoul could do no possible harm. In failing to order the death of one, she may very well have condemned hundreds, no; thousands to their deaths. Throughout the exchange of words, she thought of a way to resolve this issue as peacefully and painlessly as possible; preparing to join this struggle of silver-tongues, though well-aware honor may demand much more than words could muster.

"Enough!" She exclaimed, stepping forward besides Bright Steel; her expression and demeanor demanding respect and attention; the Mare putting on a brave face, with the confidence to back her bravado up. "What gives you the right, sir, to make wild accusations and assumptions of ponies you know nothing about? Has the Balefire rotted your wits as badly as it has your body? You know nothing of me, my companions, or our intentions; and it shows. The 'Goddess' was a Mare driven mad, fooled into believing she had transcended mortality into a realm only Two have ever attained, and now they too are dead and gone. There is no glory in clinging to the past, but there is power to be gained from studying it; watching the mistakes, trials, and triumphs of our predecessors and using their knowledge and experience as a foundation upon which to build a better future. You would impede those with honest intentions and good hearts from trying to pull Pony-kind, and all races, from this Dark Age we have brought down upon ourselves, and for what reason? Amusement? Money? Because you can? I don't know your reasons and I don't care to; you clearly have no grounds upon which to back your accusations, making your claims as foolish as they are invalid; nor will your insult to the honor of my friends be tolerated. I would challenge you to a duel, sir; but alas, I find that scum like you is not worth the lead."

Having said her peace to the interloper, she proceeded to turn towards the vast crowd of merchants, guards, and residents seeking shelter under the banner of one of the more powerful factions in the region. "As misguided as our friend here is; there is some legitimacy to his claims, albeit deluded by lies, but still. It is true; I wish for the establishment of a stronger state, and for good reason. If you won't join my cause for the good of your fellow Ponies, your nations, and your Princess'; then think about the wealth to be gained. Do you really want to risk it all caravan from this haven to the farther reaches of the wastes; putting all you have on the line in the hopes you won't be overwhelmed and killed by the many dangers of the Wasteland? Think about it; would it not be more profitable to settle the land; to take advantage of its resources, be they in the form of the ever-precious foodstuffs we all need to live, or in mineral form? Under the strong guidance of a state with a Centralized form of government; land can be secured, land upon which we may all benefit from; monetarily and otherwise. My intentions are to bring this country and these people back on their hooves from this desolate ruin of society you all see around you. I've said it before and will re-state myself for good measure; if you will not find it in your hearts to do better, for yourselves and your fellow Ponies; then at least think of the rewards you may reap from reclaiming land for Agriculture and Industry; a safer, much more steady source of income than driving caravans all over the wastes in search of those with the funds to pay for your products; be they medicine, weaponry, salvage, or whatever."

Marci relished the breeze that made her mane flutter in the wind, it was nice to feel its oddly calming effects on her skin. She too had noticed the throng of ponies, "Oh. Crossfire is still at it?" She also saw the ghoul pony facing off with Brightsteel, "Well that should be interesting." She trotted forwards and caught the majority of Crossfire's speech, she herself didnt believe in any of that crap. But hey, it was a chance for the wasteland to grow once more. So as long as it was morally good, Marci felt she could support it. She felt odd, standing over all the other ponies, she stuck out like a sore hoof.

Thunder Flare stood in awe of the speech. Prone to believing ponies, having grown up with only his siblings, and being somewhat gullible, he couldn't help but be captured by the words of the pegasus mare. Facing the towering Marci, he asked "oh, ya know her, already? What's the government she's talkin' 'bout like? What's she like?" Thunder was wondering why Marci seemed unenthused about such an idea of a unified state. But, then, he remembered, she had experienced such a thing before. And, as she said, it failed. But, why did this one have to fail? Couldn't it succeed and become prosperous? Maybe, just maybe, this could turn out to be good. Maybe, he could bring his family here, once the war was over, to work under and be protected by this government.

Marci felt an odd tinge of jealousy at Thunder's enthusiastic desire to know Crossfire, but she shut it down before it became something and focused more on Thunder's question, "Well, she is ok. But a dreamer, she thinks she is the first to try for a unified Equestria and is rather cocky about it." She stares at Pitch not liking the look of the ghoul, "She wants one pony to rule all, kinda like how Celestia ruled before the war." She didnt like where this was all going, somepony was likely to start shooting soon; Be it the very pissed looking ghoul or somepony else, she frowned at the thought.

[Socialist Shadow Republic]

Marci felt an odd tinge of jealousy at Thunder's enthusiastic desire to know Crossfire, but she shut it down before it became something and focused more on Thunder's question, "Well, she is ok. But a dreamer, she thinks she is the first to try for a unified Equestria and is rather cocky about it." She stares at Pitch not liking the look of the ghoul, "She wants one pony to rule all, kinda like how Celestia ruled before the war." She didnt like where this was all going, somepony was likely to start shooting soon; Be it the very pissed looking ghoul or somepony else, she frowned at the thought.

Thunder watched the showdown between the federal monarchists and the, obviously insane, chaotic physically deformed unicorn pony draw out while listening to Marci. Turning to her with a smile, he asked her "but doesn't everythin' start with a dream? Maybe she ain't the first, and she definitely ain't the last. But what if she's the right one?" Pausing for a breath of crisp, cool air, he continued, "maybe monarchy ain't the best, I would kinda prefer somethin' more like republicanism or somethin' 'long those lines. Especially since if the wrong person is in charge, it can get real bad. But, it's a radical time in need a' radical people." Deciding to sit on the sidelines for a moment with Marci, Thunder Flare brought up the question of Marciline's political viewpoints. "So, Marci, what'd your proffered government be?"

[Fantrum]

Marci felt an odd tinge of jealousy at Thunder's enthusiastic desire to know Crossfire, but she shut it down before it became something and focused more on Thunder's question, "Well, she is ok. But a dreamer, she thinks she is the first to try for a unified Equestria and is rather cocky about it." She stares at Pitch not liking the look of the ghoul, "She wants one pony to rule all, kinda like how Celestia ruled before the war." She didnt like where this was all going, somepony was likely to start shooting soon; Be it the very pissed looking ghoul or somepony else, she frowned at the thought.

Thunder watched the showdown between the federal monarchists and the, obviously insane, chaotic physically deformed unicorn pony draw out while listening to Marci. Turning to her with a smile, he asked her "but doesn't everythin' start with a dream? Maybe she ain't the first, and she definitely ain't the last. But what if she's the right one?" Pausing for a breath of crisp, cool air, he continued, "maybe monarchy ain't the best, I would kinda prefer somethin' more like republicanism or somethin' 'long those lines. Especially since if the wrong person is in charge, it can get real bad. But, it's a radical time in need a' radical people." Deciding to sit on the sidelines for a moment with Marci, Thunder Flare brought up the question of Marciline's political viewpoints. "So, Marci, what'd your proffered government be?"

Marciline thought for a second, tuning out of the progressing argument, "Honestly? I just like a government that isnt oppressive to its people." She looks at Thunder, face indifferent, "Thats why I spent so much time trying to help the NCR fight the Legion." She adopts a sad little smirk at the mention of her past adventures, 'Yeah,' She mentally sighed, 'Those were the days. Traipsing about with that package Currier in Neighvada was a blast.' She felt an odd sensation, happiness. From her memories? 'No!' She thought, those only ever bring her heartache and dementia. But maybe, maybe this stallion's disposition was starting to have an effect on her. She smiled, actually smiled, a warm and genuine grin at Thunder. She didnt know how, but in their short time together, he had made her feel... better.

[New Willow]

Sulphur watched; not exactly sure what to make of the... debate? Argument? She didn't know what this would classify as, but it did unsettle her a tad bit to hear Bright piratically yell at his chard looking opponent. Before she could say anything though, Crossfire intervened and afterwards proceeded to give a speech. As far as she could tell the verbal fight between the two had deescalated, though she wasn't particularly fond of the facial expressions being made by the burnt looking pony. If he tried anything she wouldn't hesitate to blow his head off.

'Of course, because the last several fights, I've been such a huge help,' She thought, sarcastically. 'Well this time is different,' She countered herself with. 'Keep talking, we both know what would happen.' She thought, feeling as though she... won the internal argument? 'Don't you mean I would know what would happen,' She responded, feeling a bit victorious with her come back, at least until he point she realised that she was arguing with herself. After her small internal skirmish, she refocused back onto Bright, then to Crossfire.

[Socialist Shadow Republic]

Marciline thought for a second, tuning out of the progressing argument, "Honestly? I just like a government that isnt oppressive to its people." She looks at Thunder, face indifferent, "Thats why I spent so much time trying to help the NCR fight the Legion." She adopts a sad little smirk at the mention of her past adventures, 'Yeah,' She mentally sighed, 'Those were the days. Traipsing about with that package Currier in Neighvada was a blast.' She felt an odd sensation, happiness. From her memories? 'No!' She thought, those only ever bring her heartache and dementia. But maybe, maybe this stallion's disposition was starting to have an effect on her. She smiled, actually smiled, a warm and genuine grin at Thunder. She didnt know how, but in their short time together, he had made her feel... better.

Thunder Flare looked out amongst the crowd, gazing at the assorted collection of rainbows and painting pallets. Returning his gaze and attention to Marci, while, once again, blocking out all other distractions, he gave off a small chuckle. "Well, I s'pose ya can't go wrong with that." Thunder Flare wasn't sure what to say toward the NCR and Legion comment, though. He knew that he should probably leave it be. That subject always seemed to make Marci sad, especially the former. Glancing up at Marci, he happily saw a smile—quite the pretty one, he thought—gracing her lips. And, as infectious as smiles are, Thunder couldn't help but let a large grin of his own emerge onto his face. Leaning over and bumping his side into hers, Thunder playfully said "I don't know what ya were thinkin', hidin' a smile like that from the world."

[Fantrum]

Marciline thought for a second, tuning out of the progressing argument, "Honestly? I just like a government that isnt oppressive to its people." She looks at Thunder, face indifferent, "Thats why I spent so much time trying to help the NCR fight the Legion." She adopts a sad little smirk at the mention of her past adventures, 'Yeah,' She mentally sighed, 'Those were the days. Traipsing about with that package Currier in Neighvada was a blast.' She felt an odd sensation, happiness. From her memories? 'No!' She thought, those only ever bring her heartache and dementia. But maybe, maybe this stallion's disposition was starting to have an effect on her. She smiled, actually smiled, a warm and genuine grin at Thunder. She didnt know how, but in their short time together, he had made her feel... better.

Thunder Flare looked out amongst the crowd, gazing at the assorted collection of rainbows and painting pallets. Returning his gaze and attention to Marci, while, once again, blocking out all other distractions, he gave off a small chuckle. "Well, I s'pose ya can't go wrong with that." Thunder Flare wasn't sure what to say toward the NCR and Legion comment, though. He knew that he should probably leave it be. That subject always seemed to make Marci sad, especially the former. Glancing up at Marci, he happily saw a smile—quite the pretty one, he thought—gracing her lips. And, as infectious as smiles are, Thunder couldn't help but let a large grin of his own emerge onto his face. Leaning over and bumping his side into hers, Thunder playfully said "I don't know what ya were thinkin', hidin' a smile like that from the world."

Marciline felt her face turn a radiant red at Thunder's comment and subsequent rump bump. She was nearly flabbergasted, "Why! I- I dont know what you mean!" She hid her face under a hoof in an embarrassed manner as she stuttered. She looked desperately around for something, an escape maybe, but came up empty. She had never been complemented this much in so short a span of time before; and she enjoyed it.

A grizzled voice whispered, seemingly, into her ear, 'Dont get attached. You know what happens when you do that.'

Marciline scowled inwardly, 'And just what do you expect me to do? I cant spend forever alone, friends make everything easier.'

'Thats true, but how many close friends have we buired already? Just be careful.' The voice relented surprisingly quickly.

Marci mentally smirked, 'Aren't I always?'

[The Grey Wolf]

Ruby entered the tower nervously, looking around. She had tethered her balloon outside, to avoid it drifting away. She was a little paranoid someone might try and take it, but resisted thinking about it. She just did it.

[Mooseolini]

Crossfire had held her peace throughout the argument going on around her; taking this all in bit by bit. She had been very much aware of Bright's mistake in revealing their plans to a stranger, though had so easily been willing to assume this Ghoul could do no possible harm. In failing to order the death of one, she may very well have condemned hundreds, no; thousands to their deaths. Throughout the exchange of words, she thought of a way to resolve this issue as peacefully and painlessly as possible; preparing to join this struggle of silver-tongues, though well-aware honor may demand much more than words could muster.

"Enough!" She exclaimed, stepping forward besides Bright Steel; her expression and demeanor demanding respect and attention; the Mare putting on a brave face, with the confidence to back her bravado up. "What gives you the right, sir, to make wild accusations and assumptions of ponies you know nothing about? Has the Balefire rotted your wits as badly as it has your body? You know nothing of me, my companions, or our intentions; and it shows. The 'Goddess' was a Mare driven mad, fooled into believing she had transcended mortality into a realm only Two have ever attained, and now they too are dead and gone. There is no glory in clinging to the past, but there is power to be gained from studying it; watching the mistakes, trials, and triumphs of our predecessors and using their knowledge and experience as a foundation upon which to build a better future. You would impede those with honest intentions and good hearts from trying to pull Pony-kind, and all races, from this Dark Age we have brought down upon ourselves, and for what reason? Amusement? Money? Because you can? I don't know your reasons and I don't care to; you clearly have no grounds upon which to back your accusations, making your claims as foolish as they are invalid; nor will your insult to the honor of my friends be tolerated. I would challenge you to a duel, sir; but alas, I find that scum like you is not worth the lead."

Having said her peace to the interloper, she proceeded to turn towards the vast crowd of merchants, guards, and residents seeking shelter under the banner of one of the more powerful factions in the region. "As misguided as our friend here is; there is some legitimacy to his claims, albeit deluded by lies, but still. It is true; I wish for the establishment of a stronger state, and for good reason. If you won't join my cause for the good of your fellow Ponies, your nations, and your Princess'; then think about the wealth to be gained. Do you really want to risk it all caravan from this haven to the farther reaches of the wastes; putting all you have on the line in the hopes you won't be overwhelmed and killed by the many dangers of the Wasteland? Think about it; would it not be more profitable to settle the land; to take advantage of its resources, be they in the form of the ever-precious foodstuffs we all need to live, or in mineral form? Under the strong guidance of a state with a Centralized form of government; land can be secured, land upon which we may all benefit from; monetarily and otherwise. My intentions are to bring this country and these people back on their hooves from this desolate ruin of society you all see around you. I've said it before and will re-state myself for good measure; if you will not find it in your hearts to do better, for yourselves and your fellow Ponies; then at least think of the rewards you may reap from reclaiming land for Agriculture and Industry; a safer, much more steady source of income than driving caravans all over the wastes in search of those with the funds to pay for your products; be they medicine, weaponry, salvage, or whatever."

Pitch Black was left speechless. The wicked unicorn didn't expect such power in words from such a pony other than himself, and to add insult to injury, rather than words of trickery and deceit, Crossfire's words were that of truth and wisdom; Two things that Pitch's twisted mind was incapable of comprehending. He felt as if he has been almost beaten at his game, and with that comes a wounded pride. Not wanting to show that his pride has been injured, Pitch giggled, gave Crossfire, an obviously sarcastic salute, and dematerialized from his spot. Pitch rematerialized inside his, well disclosed, carriage house, his face filled with vengeful rage. This isn't over, not even by a long shot, now things just got more personal. This time, Crossfire will die; Pitch will make sure of it; He will obsess over it! Now, of this moment, Pitch no longer cares for trickery or mayhem; Now, Pitch desires only for the decapitated head of his arch-enemy, Crossfire. The evil ghoul told himself that he will have great pleasure in torturing her. In fact having her die, would not be enough for him. No. He wants her to die... in disgrace!

[The Flutterlands]

Phoenix sighed in relief at his success. In fact, he actually felt pretty good about himself. He waited along side the mare's friend.
"You, know?" asked Phoenix, trying to start a conversation, "I used to play down here as a foal. I would just climb down here and just enjoy being by myself, being down here brings back memories. Oh, forgive me, we haven't had introductions yet. Name's Phoenix, what's yours?"

Shademane's heart sung with joy. 'Aurora'll be safe; she's going to live.' He looked with carding eyes upon the white alicorn laying in the green, luminescent sludge. "Aurora, we have to go back up since our bodies can't handle radiation well. I'll wait for you at the sewer entrance." He hoped she had heard him. Turning to face Phoenix, Shademane ignored him for the moment and kept turning until he had completed a full one hundred-eighty degree rotation. "C'mon, Firefly," he said as he began to walk away. As they trotted the short trip to the entrance, Shademane finally replied to Phoenix's question. "Mine's Shademane, and I don't exactly hold your sentiment for sewers. My dad fell in one when the pony-hole was covered by snow. He broke his legs on the fall and, as it happened, fell half-way into a pit of bloody radiation."

"Oh..." said Phoenix, hoping not to have offended, "my parents were sort of the reason why I would come down here. Let's just say, that after two years, I hope that they would be more accepting towards my..."
Phoenix paused.
"You go on up," Phoenix said finally, "I'll stay and keep an eye on things. I find myself more resistant to the radiation, ether because I grew up with it for so long, or because of my condition. Just as long as I'm not directly in the radiation pit."
The latter seemed more true, his pyrokinesis made him special in more ways than one. Also, for some strange reason, being exposed to the radiation seemed to make the fire unicorn feel... good; More than that, it made him feel... empowering. But, as for hearing the name, "Firefly", Phoenix felt a little sadness inside. His fiery body died down a bit.
"And one last thing," said Phoenix, "'Firefly', there's only one pony I've known who have called me that. She was... a very dear friend to me, ...perhaps more than that..., but, she's..."
Pitch felt his heart ache, hearing the name "Firefly" brought back memories... happy memories, sad memories, and a terrible memory that he have been trying to forget for a long, long time.

[Neo Byzantine Empire]

For the briefest of moments; Crossfire found her confidence compromised by concern, watching that Ghoul teleport off to... Celestia knows where. She was no fool; if what the Ghoul said about himself was true; he'd have at least three centuries experience on her, and from what she had gathered from their arguments before; he didn't seem the type to give in so easily. Still; he was gone for now, in the present that was all that mattered. She pushed her worries to the back of her mind, returning to the task at hand with restored confidence, which showed just as clearly as when she had humiliated the Ghoul standing before her and Bright only minutes ago.

"What say you; Citizens of Moon Tower?!" She asked, looking out over the crowd, seeing familiar faces among a sea of strangers, most of whom still seemed to be debating the issue in her mind. "Will you invest your time, effort, and Wealth into the formation of this new state? As it stands I have nothing to give to you but my word that it can and will generate a return greater than what you put into it, though the journey of a thousand miles begins with one step. So step forward; merchants of Moon Tower, if the promise of greater wealth outweighs the risks of caravanning. Step forward, Citizens of the wastes, if you desire safety and a purpose in life; securing a better future for yourself and your children. Step forward, Artists and Intellectuals, if you see this as your opportunity to bring a bit of life and culture into this bleak, dead land of ours, which together we can rebuild from the ashes! Nothing will come of this if any of you fail to take action, and unlike many regimes in the past; I realize that it is not Mandates of Heavan or Superior Firepower that determine the rights of Princes and Princess'; I recognize that it is through the will of the masses that Regimes rise and fall. I cannot accomplish anything without your support, which I will ask for once more; so what say you?"

[Lunas Legion]

Moon Tower

The attitude of the merchant ponies was much the same as they had been earlier; the vast majority, jaded and hardened by the worst the Seaddle Wasteland had to offer, just shrugged and dismissed Crossfire as another hopeless optimist.

The younger merchants, however, were a completely different matter altogether. The still had the vibrant energy of youth, and the drive and ambition to use it without the Wasteland corrupting it. One by one, a scattering of younger shoved their way out of the silent crowd, moving to stand behind Crossfire before a shadow flickered across them as a lone Alicorn landed next to Crossfire.

"You have heard his words of fire; but this world does not need burning. He would place another Red Eye over you; working you for the good of the whole at your own expense. New does not always mean better; the old is not always better either. The old can unleash old foes anew; the new, create those we cannot fight. The Council is dead; you saw the Tower go into lockdown. No one here has the strength to hold their position; only Utopia, if he lives, and Elder Winery, if he decided you were worth ruling. Elder Brightsteel is too weak and isolated, and no one would listen to the Blackhounds, Tolltakers or Enclave. We have a chance to improve; and he wants you to go back to the old. A monarchy worked because the Princesses were immortal; no succession struggles. We do not have that luxury, as no one would stand for a Ghoul or Alicorn monarch. Freedom or oppression; liberty or death. The choice is yours, ponies. Choose carefully; they are coming."

[Lunas Legion]

Seaddle seemed to be your typical Wasteland city. A few crazy Alicorns to the North, though they were somewhat sane seeing as all they did is take your caps or a slave, a central trading hub, a warlord turtling his arse in some pre-war fort, a small group of the renegade Applejack's Rangers and a mostly passive bunch of Hellhounds. Apparently the Enclave were in the area too, but like anywhere, they had their heads quite literally high up in the clouds, with the lucky Pegasi who lived there living out a far better existence than the Wastelanders down here. Luckily for her, she hasn't seen many Enclave military personnel, mostly some random scouting team. When they sighted Chrome, generally they left her alone, as the Steel Rangers, whilst being small in numbers, were well-equipped to the point of being the main resistance should the Enclave decide to send a large force onto the surface for whatever reason. They had done so before, back when the Vault Dweller was screwing with the power balance of the Wasteland. The Vault Dweller wasn't a popular character in the Steel Rangers, as a raid on her home Vault was the main reason for the schism with Applejack's Rangers. The Filydelphia Contingent had some especially nasty legends about the Vault Dweller.

The Steel Rangers here were capable and the Rangers performed the standard objective of preserving technology for the safety of Ponykind with distinction. However, in her mind, they were somewhat passive. To her, they seemed to be not taking opportunities as they come. There had been plenty of them as well, especially with these recent 'Silencer' raids. Sure, they should help the Wastelanders in dealing with this threat, but they shouldn't give it out for free. They deserved concessions, for they could of occupied Moon-Tower while it was still weakened by the raid. There was enough political infighting there to warrant a Steel Ranger incursion. Naturally, the Wastelanders would respond with an attempt to retake it, but the robots and sentries in the tower could probably be utilised better by the Rangers. They would gain a defensible position against these Silencers and the technology that laid inside. The Wastelanders would have to co-operate, in return for aid against the Silencers. The other factions had been hit pretty hard by the Silencer raids, but Chrome felt that this Contingent here was in a good position, even with the damage inflicted to their headquarters in the recent raid. These Silencers were insane, you had to watch their shadows in order to do any damage. There were definitely a few Ranger corpses whilst she held out in her little camping spot. She decided to go look for the Elder. There had to be something that Chrome could do to help out.

"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.

After searching around, she found the Elder. The presence of outsiders and the fact they were being used as mercenaries was something that disgusted Chrome. This contingent may as well just merge with Applejack's Rangers if they keep up the work.

"Elder Winery" the Star Paladin said. "Reporting for duty. Any ideas on what we're gonna do next?"

The Elder shrugged. "The auxilia, as I have taken to calling them, will do what they do best; die in a foolish way trying to right their wrongs. They made a mistake; they cannot rectify it, but they can die trying and help those who can by doing so. I do not like their presence here either, but one should not pass up free cannon fodder when it is given."

[Lunas Legion]

As the group edged further forwards, the murmmering on the edge of their hearing grew louder. It could just have been the acoustics of the Warren; strange things happened within the maze of cranes, crates and tunnels.

But the murmmering wasn't just strange acoustics; that was made abundantly clear when a half-visible, faintly glowing magical shield slammed down over the group and a lone Alicorn with a deep purple, almost black, mane teleported in front of the group, immedately throwing up a magical shield as a precaution.

"The Warren should not be trod by those who do not know the way." The Alicorn rasped. "They might not come out otherwise." A bright blue glow enveloped the Alicorn's horn as she floated a strange looking gun out from a bench. The Silence will not silence our New Voice."

Hope halted her group, unsure wither this Alicorn is friend... or foe. She decided to make the best of the situation, while preparing for the worst.
"Then can you guide us?" Hope asked, "We are refugees; The Octogon have been attacked, and we may need a place of shelter and rest."
"What's the 'Silence'?" Spot asked in curiosity.
Spot, being a foal, was well hidden by the gang members surrounding him, but that still did not left him unnoticeable.

---

"We cannot guide you; the Warrens change every day. Paths are blocked, new ones opened. There is no one route through them. But you must turn back; we cannot allow you to approach the New Voice." The Alicorn pushed a switching the gun with a tiny push of telekinesis, causing the cun to whine as it powered up. "Now go, lest you draw the Silence towards the New Voice and incur our wrath by doing so."

[The Grey Wolf]

Moon Tower

The attitude of the merchant ponies was much the same as they had been earlier; the vast majority, jaded and hardened by the worst the Seaddle Wasteland had to offer, just shrugged and dismissed Crossfire as another hopeless optimist.

The younger merchants, however, were a completely different matter altogether. The still had the vibrant energy of youth, and the drive and ambition to use it without the Wasteland corrupting it. One by one, a scattering of younger shoved their way out of the silent crowd, moving to stand behind Crossfire before a shadow flickered across them as a lone Alicorn landed next to Crossfire.

"You have heard his words of fire; but this world does not need burning. He would place another Red Eye over you; working you for the good of the whole at your own expense. New does not always mean better; the old is not always better either. The old can unleash old foes anew; the new, create those we cannot fight. The Council is dead; you saw the Tower go into lockdown. No one here has the strength to hold their position; only Utopia, if he lives, and Elder Winery, if he decided you were worth ruling. Elder Brightsteel is too weak and isolated, and no one would listen to the Blackhounds, Tolltakers or Enclave. We have a chance to improve; and he wants you to go back to the old. A monarchy worked because the Princesses were immortal; no succession struggles. We do not have that luxury, as no one would stand for a Ghoul or Alicorn monarch. Freedom or oppression; liberty or death. The choice is yours, ponies. Choose carefully; they are coming."

"Hello, hey, hey!" Ruby said, trying to get the merchant's attention. She was relieved, almost crying. Other people. She felt like a huge burden had been lifted up off her shoulders. "How much of a price would this catch?" she asked, holding out a compass. It was very beautiful, and worked perfectly. Ruby hated departing with it. But she needed something, something to buy some food.

[The Flutterlands]

Hope halted her group, unsure wither this Alicorn is friend... or foe. She decided to make the best of the situation, while preparing for the worst.
"Then can you guide us?" Hope asked, "We are refugees; The Octogon have been attacked, and we may need a place of shelter and rest."
"What's the 'Silence'?" Spot asked in curiosity.
Spot, being a foal, was well hidden by the gang members surrounding him, but that still did not left him unnoticeable.

---

"We cannot guide you; the Warrens change every day. Paths are blocked, new ones opened. There is no one route through them. But you must turn back; we cannot allow you to approach the New Voice." The Alicorn pushed a switching the gun with a tiny push of telekinesis, causing the cun to whine as it powered up. "Now go, lest you draw the Silence towards the New Voice and incur our wrath by doing so."

"We would like to turn back," replied Hope, clutching on to her rifle, hoping that things won't get nasty, "but there are problems; The Hounds will have a fit over it. If we go back, we'll just release what they call the 'deep' ponies."
"Uhh..." piped up Spot, "You didn't answer my question, What is the Silence?"
"Hush!" Hope hissed, raising and turning her head towards her cousin, "Don't upset them. Let me do the talking."
Hope turned back to the Alicorn, hoping that her cousin didn't push any of their buttons, as she may have already.
"Please," Hope begged, "We have a foal with us. We don't want a fight."

[The Flutterlands]

Seaddle seemed to be your typical Wasteland city. A few crazy Alicorns to the North, though they were somewhat sane seeing as all they did is take your caps or a slave, a central trading hub, a warlord turtling his arse in some pre-war fort, a small group of the renegade Applejack's Rangers and a mostly passive bunch of Hellhounds. Apparently the Enclave were in the area too, but like anywhere, they had their heads quite literally high up in the clouds, with the lucky Pegasi who lived there living out a far better existence than the Wastelanders down here. Luckily for her, she hasn't seen many Enclave military personnel, mostly some random scouting team. When they sighted Chrome, generally they left her alone, as the Steel Rangers, whilst being small in numbers, were well-equipped to the point of being the main resistance should the Enclave decide to send a large force onto the surface for whatever reason. They had done so before, back when the Vault Dweller was screwing with the power balance of the Wasteland. The Vault Dweller wasn't a popular character in the Steel Rangers, as a raid on her home Vault was the main reason for the schism with Applejack's Rangers. The Filydelphia Contingent had some especially nasty legends about the Vault Dweller.

The Steel Rangers here were capable and the Rangers performed the standard objective of preserving technology for the safety of Ponykind with distinction. However, in her mind, they were somewhat passive. To her, they seemed to be not taking opportunities as they come. There had been plenty of them as well, especially with these recent 'Silencer' raids. Sure, they should help the Wastelanders in dealing with this threat, but they shouldn't give it out for free. They deserved concessions, for they could of occupied Moon-Tower while it was still weakened by the raid. There was enough political infighting there to warrant a Steel Ranger incursion. Naturally, the Wastelanders would respond with an attempt to retake it, but the robots and sentries in the tower could probably be utilised better by the Rangers. They would gain a defensible position against these Silencers and the technology that laid inside. The Wastelanders would have to co-operate, in return for aid against the Silencers. The other factions had been hit pretty hard by the Silencer raids, but Chrome felt that this Contingent here was in a good position, even with the damage inflicted to their headquarters in the recent raid. These Silencers were insane, you had to watch their shadows in order to do any damage. There were definitely a few Ranger corpses whilst she held out in her little camping spot. She decided to go look for the Elder. There had to be something that Chrome could do to help out.


After searching around, she found the Elder. The presence of outsiders and the fact they were being used as mercenaries was something that disgusted Chrome. This contingent may as well just merge with Applejack's Rangers if they keep up the work.

"Elder Winery" the Star Paladin said. "Reporting for duty. Any ideas on what we're gonna do next?"

The Elder shrugged. "The auxilia, as I have taken to calling them, will do what they do best; die in a foolish way trying to right their wrongs. They made a mistake; they cannot rectify it, but they can die trying and help those who can by doing so. I do not like their presence here either, but one should not pass up free cannon fodder when it is given."

"What I'm doing," said Dark Heart, hovering above the elder, "is my own penance. I shall cleanse myself of my sin, by destroying the silence once and for all. Just know this, the Hive Mind is mine and mine alone. No one has the right to kill it except me! Understand?"
Dark Heart was referring to everypony when he said that.
But Dark Heart still felt that he was doing was wrong. How dare he lead his Clan to a death that should be solely his? Or are they just as guilty as he is? Do they really deserve to die for a crime that he, and he alone, committed, with is own talons?
Dark Heart's mind was plagued by such questions.

Razor Feather was beginning to lose hope in his partner. The Alicorn felt that he was guilty too. He could have stopped Dark Heart at any time, but he didn't want to destroy Dark Heart's dream. But, now, the dream has become a nightmare, and it is destroying everything it touches, with Dark Heart, as it's first victim. Razor felt that he should have destroyed that journal from the very beginning, maybe then, Dark Heart would have been spared from this, maybe Dark Heart wouldn't have had to bare such a burden as this, just maybe...

[Mooseolini]

Pitch looked outside his window, spying on Crossfire and her underlings. The malicious ghoul, just came up with an excellent plan to shake things up a bit. The evil unicorn giggled childishly has he levitated a small grenade.

'Oh, this is going to be wicked.' he thought.

Pitch knew that, if he wanted to start a war, then all it takes is a little encouragement. So the evil ghoul teleported form his mobile house, taking the grenade with him, and rematerialized right behind Crossfire and her group. Pitch, hidden himself, waited for the right moment. He then activated the bomb, and threw the grenade into the air, having it land right between Crossfire and Moon Tower. It took only seconds for it to exploded after landing. The ghoul then dematerialized from his spot, then rematerialized within the crowds near Moon Tower, eager to witness the fruits of his labor.

[Socialist Shadow Republic]

"Oh..." said Phoenix, hoping not to have offended, "my parents were sort of the reason why I would come down here. Let's just say, that after two years, I hope that they would be more accepting towards my..."
Phoenix paused.
"You go on up," Phoenix said finally, "I'll stay and keep an eye on things. I find myself more resistant to the radiation, ether because I grew up with it for so long, or because of my condition. Just as long as I'm not directly in the radiation pit."
The latter seemed more true, his pyrokinesis made him special in more ways than one. Also, for some strange reason, being exposed to the radiation seemed to make the fire unicorn feel... good; More than that, it made him feel... empowering. But, as for hearing the name, "Firefly", Phoenix felt a little sadness inside. His fiery body died down a bit.
"And one last thing," said Phoenix, "'Firefly', there's only one pony I've known who have called me that. She was... a very dear friend to me, ...perhaps more than that..., but, she's..."
Pitch felt his heart ache, hearing the name "Firefly" brought back memories... happy memories, sad memories, and a terrible memory that he have been trying to forget for a long, long time.

Shademane didn't want to leave the entrance of the sewers. He wanted to be at least somewhere near for when Aurora recovered. But, looking at the flaming radiation-resistant pony, he conceded. "Fine, I'll go check up on Sterling." He ignored Phoenix's dejectedness. Everypony had experienced something along those lines in the Wastes. And the dead were just that—dead. He found that while he couldn't forget their names and faces, he couldn't cry over the loss of them. The living was another thing, and he could feel sorrow for them. But, he still found it hard to cry. Stretching his dark wings, he gave a couple thrusts and landed on the floor of the bleak room that had led them into the dark tunnels. Trotting through the doorway he returned to the room he had last seen the purple unicorn known as Sterling.

[The Flutterlands]

"Oh..." said Phoenix, hoping not to have offended, "my parents were sort of the reason why I would come down here. Let's just say, that after two years, I hope that they would be more accepting towards my..."
Phoenix paused.
"You go on up," Phoenix said finally, "I'll stay and keep an eye on things. I find myself more resistant to the radiation, ether because I grew up with it for so long, or because of my condition. Just as long as I'm not directly in the radiation pit."
The latter seemed more true, his pyrokinesis made him special in more ways than one. Also, for some strange reason, being exposed to the radiation seemed to make the fire unicorn feel... good; More than that, it made him feel... empowering. But, as for hearing the name, "Firefly", Phoenix felt a little sadness inside. His fiery body died down a bit.
"And one last thing," said Phoenix, "'Firefly', there's only one pony I've known who have called me that. She was... a very dear friend to me, ...perhaps more than that..., but, she's..."
Pitch felt his heart ache, hearing the name "Firefly" brought back memories... happy memories, sad memories, and a terrible memory that he have been trying to forget for a long, long time.

Shademane didn't want to leave the entrance of the sewers. He wanted to be at least somewhere near for when Aurora recovered. But, looking at the flaming radiation-resistant pony, he conceded. "Fine, I'll go check up on Sterling." He ignored Phoenix's dejectedness. Everypony had experienced something along those lines in the Wastes. And the dead were just that—dead. He found that while he couldn't forget their names and faces, he couldn't cry over the loss of them. The living was another thing, and he could feel sorrow for them. But, he still found it hard to cry. Stretching his dark wings, he gave a couple thrusts and landed on the floor of the bleak room that had led them into the dark tunnels. Trotting through the doorway he returned to the room he had last seen the purple unicorn known as Sterling.

But, Shademane didn't see the full picture. For within Phoenix's sadness was great guilt. Phoenix still remembers that horrible night; it still haunts him in his nightmares; he could smell the burning flesh. If only he wasn't so angry that night... Why was he angry that night to begin with? It didn't matter to him, his most beloved Unicorn Mare, Rose, died, with her blood, stained on his own fiery hooves. He guessed that Shademane, will never know what it's like, to kill those he loved, to have those who he most cherish die by his own hooves, and as Phoenix kept watch on Aurora, he wept in silence.

[Das Metro]

No Name peeked out the side of the cart and looked surprised as he saw the damaged gates of Moon Tower. He slumped back into his seat and finished Timberwolf's final notch. "I wonder what happened. Whoever attacked it is incredibly brave or astoundingly stupid." No Name averted his gaze down to Timberwolf. Yesterdays polishing began yo gleam brightly with the growing amount of light. "Hey Eris, uhm, thanks for saving my life. I guess I should've said so earlier too. I mean, I honestly can't say I would've done the same for somepony else..."

Eris kept her eye on the advancing gate, but spoke to No Name happily, "Dont mention it! A true true friend helps a friend in need!" For some reason, she felt an impromptu musical coming on, but the sensation passed after she took a deep breath and held it for a second. She mentally chided herself for wanting to sing- 'Wait, whats this?' A crowd had gathered in the court-yard and it seemed a heated argument was on. Eris pulled the wagon through the gate, wheels bumping into crater holes and other derbies as she did so, and turned an interested ear to the argument as she lugged the wagon to one of the mercantile stands.

No Name stayed seated in the carriage, though unbuckled himself and scooted over to the edge of the seat. He could hear heated words being exchanged, certainly an argument of some sort. No Name sighed and shook his head. The foal couldn't understand why adults fought. It must be over food or some ammunition, the usual. No Name made a 'tsk, tsk' sound and kicked his hindlegs as they dangled from the edge of the Cart. "So am I like a Caravan Guard now Eris? I always kinda wanted to be one. Mercenary never quite suited me, but I didn't have a choice, did I?" No Name would smile sheepishly and continue to kick his hind legs.

[Fantrum]

Eris kept her eye on the advancing gate, but spoke to No Name happily, "Dont mention it! A true true friend helps a friend in need!" For some reason, she felt an impromptu musical coming on, but the sensation passed after she took a deep breath and held it for a second. She mentally chided herself for wanting to sing- 'Wait, whats this?' A crowd had gathered in the court-yard and it seemed a heated argument was on. Eris pulled the wagon through the gate, wheels bumping into crater holes and other derbies as she did so, and turned an interested ear to the argument as she lugged the wagon to one of the mercantile stands.

No Name stayed seated in the carriage, though unbuckled himself and scooted over to the edge of the seat. He could hear heated words being exchanged, certainly an argument of some sort. No Name sighed and shook his head. The foal couldn't understand why adults fought. It must be over food or some ammunition, the usual. No Name made a 'tsk, tsk' sound and kicked his hindlegs as they dangled from the edge of the Cart. "So am I like a Caravan Guard now Eris? I always kinda wanted to be one. Mercenary never quite suited me, but I didn't have a choice, did I?" No Name would smile sheepishly and continue to kick his hind legs.

Eris turned from the deal she had just brokered, the golden earth pony stallion she had been talking with waving his hoof in the air as a signal for some hired hooves to begin unloading the cart of all its batteries, "Well, you could call yourself that." giggling, "But dont expect pay!" The salespony attracted her attention with a whistle, he held in his mouth a large burlap sac. Barely holding in a squee at the sight of the money, Eris enthusiastically levitated the beautiful bag from his mouth an opened it up, 34,145 caps stared up at her. Eris nearly fell over from the orgasmic bliss the sight induced. Prancing, she floated the money into the cart next to No Name, "I love good business!" She cart's load of batteries had been cleared and the proud owner of some 500 spark batteries said his grumpy goodbye to Eris. She responded with a "Pleasure doin' business with you!" and pulled the wagon off to park it so she could count the caps.

[Das Metro]

No Name stayed seated in the carriage, though unbuckled himself and scooted over to the edge of the seat. He could hear heated words being exchanged, certainly an argument of some sort. No Name sighed and shook his head. The foal couldn't understand why adults fought. It must be over food or some ammunition, the usual. No Name made a 'tsk, tsk' sound and kicked his hindlegs as they dangled from the edge of the Cart. "So am I like a Caravan Guard now Eris? I always kinda wanted to be one. Mercenary never quite suited me, but I didn't have a choice, did I?" No Name would smile sheepishly and continue to kick his hind legs.

Eris turned from the deal she had just brokered, the golden earth pony stallion she had been talking with waving his hoof in the air as a signal for some hired hooves to begin unloading the cart of all its batteries, "Well, you could call yourself that." giggling, "But dont expect pay!" The salespony attracted her attention with a whistle, he held in his mouth a large burlap sac. Barely holding in a squee at the sight of the money, Eris enthusiastically levitated the beautiful bag from his mouth an opened it up, 34,145 caps stared up at her. Eris nearly fell over from the orgasmic bliss the sight induced. Prancing, she floated the money into the cart next to No Name, "I love good business!" She cart's load of batteries had been cleared and the proud owner of some 500 spark batteries said his grumpy goodbye to Eris. She responded with a "Pleasure doin' business with you!" and pulled the wagon off to park it so she could count the caps.

No Name simply continued to kick his hindlegs as business went on. Besides the occasional vigilant glance to the customer, playing his part as 'guard', No Name kept to himself. He doubted that if there WAS going to be a thief, he wouldn't quite take No Name seriously any how. It would be their loss, loss of a head that is. No Name would giggle to himself for a moment before returning to lurking quietly in the carriage with Timberwolf by his side. He looked to Eris as she parked the carriage, a ludicrous idea dawning on him. "Hey Eris, do you think people would believe that I'm your foal?" It was indeed a very ludicrous idea he had, but the Wasteland is full of those.

[Fantrum]

Eris turned from the deal she had just brokered, the golden earth pony stallion she had been talking with waving his hoof in the air as a signal for some hired hooves to begin unloading the cart of all its batteries, "Well, you could call yourself that." giggling, "But dont expect pay!" The salespony attracted her attention with a whistle, he held in his mouth a large burlap sac. Barely holding in a squee at the sight of the money, Eris enthusiastically levitated the beautiful bag from his mouth an opened it up, 34,145 caps stared up at her. Eris nearly fell over from the orgasmic bliss the sight induced. Prancing, she floated the money into the cart next to No Name, "I love good business!" She cart's load of batteries had been cleared and the proud owner of some 500 spark batteries said his grumpy goodbye to Eris. She responded with a "Pleasure doin' business with you!" and pulled the wagon off to park it so she could count the caps.

No Name simply continued to kick his hindlegs as business went on. Besides the occasional vigilant glance to the customer, playing his part as 'guard', No Name kept to himself. He doubted that if there WAS going to be a thief, he wouldn't quite take No Name seriously any how. It would be their loss, loss of a head that is. No Name would giggle to himself for a moment before returning to lurking quietly in the carriage with Timberwolf by his side. He looked to Eris as she parked the carriage, a ludicrous idea dawning on him. "Hey Eris, do you think people would believe that I'm your foal?" It was indeed a very ludicrous idea he had, but the Wasteland is full of those.

Eris forced herself to stop counting the money and look up. With a broad smile she commented, "Oh but of course! Somepony as dashing as yourself could only be a product of my loin!" She laughed whole-heartedly at herself for a bit, "Seriously though, I dont know. You're not that much younger than me." She thought about that for a second before jumping up, face a blaze with blush, "Hey! Im not that old!"

[Das Metro]

No Name simply continued to kick his hindlegs as business went on. Besides the occasional vigilant glance to the customer, playing his part as 'guard', No Name kept to himself. He doubted that if there WAS going to be a thief, he wouldn't quite take No Name seriously any how. It would be their loss, loss of a head that is. No Name would giggle to himself for a moment before returning to lurking quietly in the carriage with Timberwolf by his side. He looked to Eris as she parked the carriage, a ludicrous idea dawning on him. "Hey Eris, do you think people would believe that I'm your foal?" It was indeed a very ludicrous idea he had, but the Wasteland is full of those.

Eris forced herself to stop counting the money and look up. With a broad smile she commented, "Oh but of course! Somepony as dashing as yourself could only be a product of my loin!" She laughed whole-heartedly at herself for a bit, "Seriously though, I dont know. You're not that much younger than me." She thought about that for a second before jumping up, face a blaze with blush, "Hey! Im not that old!"

No Name threw up his hooves in an apologizing manner as his face flushed red, "Nononono! I didn't mean to call you old! I promise!" He smiled uneasily for a moment before choosing his next words carefully, "I was just thinking... Tell me if this sounds unethical, but do you think people would pay you more on deals if they thought I was your foal. Y'know... pity and stuff?"