Fallout Equestria: Sleepless in Seaddle (Closing, IC)

[Dutch Union of Americana]

The crimson red pony dived in fear behind a cracked cinderblock, after a large, booming noise was met with small tremor. A large plume of smoke slowly drifted upwards out of the metal mass of Maregaton, as the pony slowly went in, gun raised.

[The Order of the Teutonic Knights]

Pitch Black found the perfect place to start his reign of terror! It was a small warehouse; it not big, but, it's a start.

He trotted inside casually, making sure that nopony noticed him; telekinetically closing behind himself.

The room he was in was dark and empty; obviously hasn't been used for centuries. He lit up his horn with a purple aura.

After exploring the building, Pitch Black went to the center of the room. He detached a couple of grenades, activated them, and tossed them onto the floor. He immediately teleported out of the warehouse in time before the grenades detonated.

Pitch Black went far enough away from the building to watch the fireworks without getting hurt, or spotted under suspicion...

Ponies started screaming and scattering, the small warehouse acted as a support pylon for the Church of Button's west wing, part of the structure collapsed onto the fiery debris of the warehouse below. Raining shards of metal upon the ponies who where nearby the proximity of the blast, a filly laid unconsicous in a puddle of her own blood mixed with a couple of unfortunate mangled Disciples of Button, stricken down by the flying debris.

The Guards were quick to react, re-directing ponies away from the small inferno raging in the pile of metal rubble. Lightning Dust drew her weapon to attack stance, "There was nothing in that warehouse to cause it to explode, I want you to do anything possible to find the damn culprit who done this!" She screamed to a couple of shocked security officers who nodded before galloping off.

The two saw the guards approaching, doing Guard-stuff and heard somebody barking orders to the... soldiers. Yes, let's call them 'Soldiers'!, Rusty thought, as the two of them approached the ghoul-mare.
It wasn't their stuff anymore, unless they were drawn in. The attatched repairs normally tended to pay well.
"Good day!", the stallion greeted the pony, who seemed in charge. "I am Sechskanter, this is Rusty. Do you need any help with anything?"
"We also take payment!", Rusty chimed in.
Sechskanter sighed. "Rusty..."

[The Flutterlands]

Pitch Black stood in the shadows of the neighboring buildings, watching the fruit of his labor. The sounds of screams was music to his ears. He wanted to get a closer look.

The ghoul unicorn pulled down the hood of his unnoticeable cloak, making him, not invisible, but, just... well; unnoticeable. He trotted towards the panicking crowds surrounding the destroyed warehouse. He smiled as he silently giggled at the result of his work.

[Dutch Union of Americana]

Pitch Black stood in the shadows of the neighboring buildings, watching the fruit of his labor. The sounds of screams was music to his ears. He wanted to get a closer look.

The ghoul unicorn pulled down the hood of his unnoticeable cloak, making him, not invisible, but, just... well; unnoticeable. He trotted towards the panicking crowds surrounding the destroyed warehouse. He smiled as he silently giggled at the result of his work.

The pony was horrified by what he saw. Mares with shards of metal sticking out of their head, people tripping over corpses, and worst of all, there was one Colt who was pawing at its mother repeatedly asking her to wake up. He was mortified by this chaos, but one thing he found odd. There was some movement in the background, that wasn't a pony running like evreypony else. He silently crept up on the movement, preparing for the worst.

[Das Metro]

Whisper stopped and stared in awe at the destruction caused by the destruction of the warehouse. As the debris came down, the Bat Pony very readily scampered away and waited it out. Things had become much, much more interesting since arriving in Maregaton. This act of terrorism called back old memories, but Whisper was more busy sorting out the mess of this warehouse.

Quietly, Whisper trotted a little ways towards the mess caused by the explosion and stopped by a Filly lying in a pool of her own blood. She was amid the bodies of other Churchgoers, but she seemed much less damaged, Whisper kneeled down and checked for a pulse. He could feel something faint, but that was all that was needed. Reluctantly, and carefully, Whisper slung the Filly over his back and carried her to safety.

Back at the secluded area where Whisper had first removed his cloak, he gently set the Filly down, propped up against a pile of scrap. Whisper sat down in front of her and sighed. He hoped she wouldn't die of fright waking up to a monsterous looking Bat Pony. Whisper nudged her in an attempt to wake her. This was going to be difficult, interrogations while he was left unable to speak were always rough. Reluctantly, and fearfully, Whisper muttered in a scratchy, ghostly voice, "Hey, wake up."

[Pinki3 Pon-3]

"Because, my life has been one of worry. I've seen many a pony die, either by my own hooves, or those of others." She looks away for a moment, then looks back. "What about yourself, where do you come from?"

"I come from a farming village that believed I murdered my family by freezing them while they slept." She said calmly while listening to the screams from the nearby building. . . Maybe she would go help . . . Or hinder she wasn't quite sure yet.

[The Flutterlands]

-snip-

[The Order of the Teutonic Knights]

Whisper stopped and stared in awe at the destruction caused by the destruction of the warehouse. As the debris came down, the Bat Pony very readily scampered away and waited it out. Things had become much, much more interesting since arriving in Maregaton. This act of terrorism called back old memories, but Whisper was more busy sorting out the mess of this warehouse.

Quietly, Whisper trotted a little ways towards the mess caused by the explosion and stopped by a Filly lying in a pool of her own blood. She was amid the bodies of other Churchgoers, but she seemed much less damaged, Whisper kneeled down and checked for a pulse. He could feel something faint, but that was all that was needed. Reluctantly, and carefully, Whisper slung the Filly over his back and carried her to safety.

Back at the secluded area where Whisper had first removed his cloak. Gently. he set her down, propped up against a pile of scrap. Whisper sat down in front of her and sighed. He hoped she wouldn't die of fright waking up to a monsterous looking Bat Pony. Whisper nudged her and sighed. This was going to be difficult, interrogations while he was left unable to speak were always rough. Reluctantly, and fearfully, Whisper muttered in a scratchy, ghostly voice, "Hey, wake up."

As the two of them waited for the guard to respond to them, Rusty walked away to look around. She wasn't an expert for explosives, but she had at least basic understanding of medical treatment - she knew, how to wrap a bandage around a pony.
A filly flew past her carried by an invisible... something.
She followed him to a dark alley, seeing a pony (...at least something...) setting the small filly down, a mutter escaped... him? "Hey, wake up.", he said scratchy and ghostly.
She walked up to him. "You need a hoof?", she asked.

[Pinki3 Pon-3]

Frost decided she was done talking for now.
"I'm going to go check on the commotion . . . Maybe someone's died" She replied gloomily and trotted off towards the commotion.

When she arrived she saw burning rubble and injured ponies everywhere . . . She paused for a bit, deliberating on her choices.
Eventually she decided to help for now, "Doesn't help I become hated by these ponies too does it?" She muttered to herself reluctantly.

Frost focused and with a small flash conjured a blue fireball which floated in front of her. Mist rolled off of it like smoke and icicles were starting to form on the bottom. She brought the fireball close to a fire and with a small hiss the normal fire vanished, its energy drained. The ground where the blue fireball had been was frosted over.

She set about putting out all the fires and noticed a red stallion who didn't seem injured, "What are you doing here?" She asked (gloomily ).

[Das Metro]

Whisper stopped and stared in awe at the destruction caused by the destruction of the warehouse. As the debris came down, the Bat Pony very readily scampered away and waited it out. Things had become much, much more interesting since arriving in Maregaton. This act of terrorism called back old memories, but Whisper was more busy sorting out the mess of this warehouse.

Quietly, Whisper trotted a little ways towards the mess caused by the explosion and stopped by a Filly lying in a pool of her own blood. She was amid the bodies of other Churchgoers, but she seemed much less damaged, Whisper kneeled down and checked for a pulse. He could feel something faint, but that was all that was needed. Reluctantly, and carefully, Whisper slung the Filly over his back and carried her to safety.

Back at the secluded area where Whisper had first removed his cloak. Gently. he set her down, propped up against a pile of scrap. Whisper sat down in front of her and sighed. He hoped she wouldn't die of fright waking up to a monsterous looking Bat Pony. Whisper nudged her and sighed. This was going to be difficult, interrogations while he was left unable to speak were always rough. Reluctantly, and fearfully, Whisper muttered in a scratchy, ghostly voice, "Hey, wake up."

As the two of them waited for the guard to respond to them, Rusty walked away to look around. She wasn't an expert for explosives, but she had at least basic understanding of medical treatment - she knew, how to wrap a bandage around a pony.
A filly flew past her carried by an invisible... something.
She followed him to a dark alley, seeing a pony (...at least something...) setting the small filly down, a mutter escaped... him? "Hey, wake up.", he said scratchy and ghostly.
She walked up to him. "You need a hoof?", she asked.

Reflexively, Whisper spun around and slipped off the Stealth Cloak. He looked at the Mare with cat like irises and nodded, gesturing to the Filly thay still refused to wake. His throat was burning like Tartarus and his eyes watered. Whisper decided he was done talking for the day, and was just glad he wasn't spitting blood yet.

[Morlodania]

"Because, my life has been one of worry. I've seen many a pony die, either by my own hooves, or those of others." She looks away for a moment, then looks back. "What about yourself, where do you come from?"

"I come from a farming village that believed I murdered my family by freezing them while they slept." She said calmly while listening to the screams from the nearby building. . . Maybe she would go help . . . Or hinder she wasn't quite sure yet.

"I came from travelers, and became a traveler myself. Both of my parents had spent their lives on the road, and decided it best to travel together. Eventually they had me. And my brother, but I haven't seen him for years." Trit looked in the direction of the screaming, and shook her head. "Chaos, as usual."

[Pinki3 Pon-3]

"I came from travelers, and became a traveler myself. Both of my parents had spent their lives on the road, and decided it best to travel together. Eventually they had me. And my brother, but I haven't seen him for years." Trit looked in the direction of the screaming, and shook her head. "Chaos, as usual."

(I'm at the chaos . . . sorry)

[Morlodania]

"I came from travelers, and became a traveler myself. Both of my parents had spent their lives on the road, and decided it best to travel together. Eventually they had me. And my brother, but I haven't seen him for years." Trit looked in the direction of the screaming, and shook her head. "Chaos, as usual."

(I'm at the chaos . . . sorry)

(You jerk...)

[The Order of the Teutonic Knights]

As the two of them waited for the guard to respond to them, Rusty walked away to look around. She wasn't an expert for explosives, but she had at least basic understanding of medical treatment - she knew, how to wrap a bandage around a pony.
A filly flew past her carried by an invisible... something.
She followed him to a dark alley, seeing a pony (...at least something...) setting the small filly down, a mutter escaped... him? "Hey, wake up.", he said scratchy and ghostly.
She walked up to him. "You need a hoof?", she asked.

Reflexively, Whisper spun around and slipped off the Stealth Cloak. He looked at the Mare with cat like irises and nodded, gesturing to the Filly thay still refused to wake. His throat was burning like Tartarus and his eyes watered. Whisper decided he was done talking for the day, and was just glad he wasn't spitting blood yet.

"Don't look that healthy yourself, pal!", Rusty said, as she stepped up to the little filly. "I hope you forgive me for giving her the priority!"
The first helper was a batpony, that was clear. She made good experiences with this kind of people.
In other words, she made none.
She knelt besides the filly, checked for her pulse - weak, but there. Several long gashes on her side, most likely from debris. She would have to clear them out first.
Best course of action would be to patch her up and not waking her for now. She would maybe scream, most definately squirm, which would be suboptimal. Then, they would need to bring her to a doctor or whatever assed here as such.
Two straps bound her saddlebag to her body, both were loosened. Rusty opened one flap and pulled out a bottle of water. Then, a thought occured to her.
"Do you have bandages?", she asked the Batpony while she began to clean the wound, not looking behind her.

[Morlodania]

"I came from travelers, and became a traveler myself. Both of my parents had spent their lives on the road, and decided it best to travel together. Eventually they had me. And my brother, but I haven't seen him for years." Trit looked in the direction of the screaming, and shook her head. "Chaos, as usual."

(I'm at the chaos . . . sorry)

Trit, now left with nopony to talk to, wandered about. She thought to herself about the fact that she'd need a place to stay, as well as a place to get more supplies once hers ran out. She also thought about how strange things were here, but it may have just been her.

[The Flutterlands]

Pitch Black stood in the shadows of the neighboring buildings, watching the fruit of his labor. The sounds of screams was music to his ears. He wanted to get a closer look.

The ghoul unicorn pulled down the hood of his unnoticeable cloak, making him, not invisible, but, just... well; unnoticeable. He trotted towards the panicking crowds surrounding the destroyed warehouse. He smiled as he silently giggled at the result of his work.

The pony was horrified by what he saw. Mares with shards of metal sticking out of their head, people tripping over corpses, and worst of all, there was one Colt who was pawing at its mother repeatedly asking her to wake up. He was mortified by this chaos, but one thing he found odd. There was some movement in the background, that wasn't a pony running like evreypony else. He silently crept up on the movement, preparing for the worst.

Pitch Black looked around the chaos, finding himself pleased with the good work he has done. He smiled when he saw the poor colt pawing vainly at his mother, hoping for her to wake up. Pitch likes death, not for himself, but, he finds the deaths of others, especially those done by his own hooves, to be quite enjoyable.

Soon, Pitch spotted a rather familiar Bat Pony. He trotted towards the ghostly creature, and patted it on the shoulder, making sure that only the Bat Pony notices him...

[Morlodania]

The pony was horrified by what he saw. Mares with shards of metal sticking out of their head, people tripping over corpses, and worst of all, there was one Colt who was pawing at its mother repeatedly asking her to wake up. He was mortified by this chaos, but one thing he found odd. There was some movement in the background, that wasn't a pony running like evreypony else. He silently crept up on the movement, preparing for the worst.

Pitch Black looked around the chaos, finding himself pleased with the good work he has done. He smiled when he saw the poor colt pawing vainly at his mother, hoping for her to wake up. Pitch likes death, not for himself, but, he finds the deaths of others, especially those done by his own hooves, to be quite enjoyable.

Soon, Pitch spotted a rather familiar Bat Pony. He trotted towards the ghostly creature, and patted it on the shoulder, making sure that only the Bat Pony notices him...

Trit came across this and tripped over a body, while deep in thought. She looked around, and shook her head. "Death... Always chasing me, but never catching me." She glanced at the bodies, and went over to the colt, lifting him away from his dead mother, and carrying him from the chaos. "Shh, quiet, little one."

[Pinki3 Pon-3]

Frost noticed the red stallion was preoccupied and so she returned to freezing over the fires.

(Entire emotional story that delves into backstory . . . Outdone by "Shh, quiet little one". . . Lol. This too will become a backstory some day!)

Frost noticed the pony from earlier carry the colt away, "When my folks died I got blamed . . . Not comforted" she muttered bitterly and began walking away from the chaos having frozen over the last of the fires. "I'll go find a table and eat" she thought as she went.

[Das Metro]

Reflexively, Whisper spun around and slipped off the Stealth Cloak. He looked at the Mare with cat like irises and nodded, gesturing to the Filly thay still refused to wake. His throat was burning like Tartarus and his eyes watered. Whisper decided he was done talking for the day, and was just glad he wasn't spitting blood yet.

"Don't look that healthy yourself, pal!", Rusty said, as she stepped up to the little filly. "I hope you forgive me for giving her the priority!"
The first helper was a batpony, that was clear. She made good experiences with this kind of people.
In other words, she made none.
She knelt besides the filly, checked for her pulse - weak, but there. Several long gashes on her side, most likely from debris. She would have to clear them out first.
Best course of action would be to patch her up and not waking her for now. She would maybe scream, most definately squirm, which would be suboptimal. Then, they would need to bring her to a doctor or whatever assed here as such.
Two straps bound her saddlebag to her body, both were loosened. Rusty opened one flap and pulled out a bottle of water. Then, a thought occured to her.
"Do you have bandages?", she asked the Batpony while she began to clean the wound, not looking behind her.

Whisper watched the young Mare work in silence. It was a serious moment, but the Bat Pony felt a twinge of amusement. The only reason Whisper bothered rescuing the Filly was for a short and sweet interrogation. Just as quickly as filly was awake, and answered his questions, Whisper would have to kill her. Funny how things worked. Watching the Mare carefully, Whisper muttered again, "No."

Even if he did have bandages, he certainly wouldn't waste them on a Filly that was going to die anyways! Whisper giggled airily, the moment was becoming a bit too much, but his revelry was cut short by a tap on the back and a familiar presence. Suddenly, the explosion seemed much less important. This had no connections, it was just an old friend having fun... Whisper stepped forward, and stopped Rusty from tending to the Filly, "Don't bother, I'm done here," he whispered quite simply. Without further explanation, Whisper trotted away, back to view the destruction. He couldn't help ut think to himself, "Damn Pitch, you know how to make an entrance."

Meanwhile, there was trouble elsewhere. The Zebra Mercs very readily attempted to flee the scene of the explosion for obvious reasons, self-preservation and whatnot. However, still under orders from Lightning Dust, a small group of Guards quickly stopped them as they reached the entrance. Fleeting the scene of such a horrible crime was suspicious, but the small discrepancy earlier was enough for the Guard to start making accusations. It appeared the Guards was quite ready to kill these four Mercs for a crime they didn't commit unless somepony bothered to intervene.

[Pinki3 Pon-3]

Meanwhile, there was trouble elsewhere. The Zebra Mercs very readily attempted to flee the scene of the explosion for obvious reasons, self-preservation and whatnot. However, still under orders from Lightning Dust, a small group of Guards quickly stopped them as they reached the entrance. Fleeting the scene of such a horrible crime was suspicious, but the small discrepancy earlier was enough for the Guard to start making accusations. It appeared the Guards was quite ready to kill these four Mercs for a crime they didn't commit unless somepony bothered to intervene.

Frost walked past the gate on her way to a table and overheard a guard accusing some zebra mercs for starting the explosion. She decided to intervene . . . Sort of.

She walked up behind 2 of the zebras and placed her freezing fore hooves on the back of their necks while levitating two freezing fireballs in front of their faces. "Did you make that explosion?" She asked softly and menacingly.

[The Flutterlands]

"Don't look that healthy yourself, pal!", Rusty said, as she stepped up to the little filly. "I hope you forgive me for giving her the priority!"
The first helper was a batpony, that was clear. She made good experiences with this kind of people.
In other words, she made none.
She knelt besides the filly, checked for her pulse - weak, but there. Several long gashes on her side, most likely from debris. She would have to clear them out first.
Best course of action would be to patch her up and not waking her for now. She would maybe scream, most definately squirm, which would be suboptimal. Then, they would need to bring her to a doctor or whatever assed here as such.
Two straps bound her saddlebag to her body, both were loosened. Rusty opened one flap and pulled out a bottle of water. Then, a thought occured to her.
"Do you have bandages?", she asked the Batpony while she began to clean the wound, not looking behind her.

Whisper watched the young Mare work in silence. It was a serious moment, but the Bat Pony felt a twinge of amusement. The only reason Whisper bothered rescuing the Filly was for a short and sweet interrogation. Just as quickly as filly was awake, and answered his questions, Whisper would have to kill her. Funny how things worked. Watching the Mare carefully, Whisper muttered again, "No."

Even if he did have bandages, he certainly wouldn't waste them on a Filly that was going to die anyways! Whisper giggled airily, the moment was becoming a bit too much, but his revelry was cut short by a tap on the back and a familiar presence. Suddenly, the explosion seemed much less important. This had no connections, it was just an old friend having fun... Whisper stepped forward, and stopped Rusty from tending to the Filly, "Don't bother, I'm done here," he whispered quite simply. Without further explanation, Whisper trotted away, back to view the destruction. He couldn't help ut think to himself, "Damn Pitch, you know how to make an entrance."

Meanwhile, there was trouble elsewhere. The Zebra Mercs very readily attempted to flee the scene of the explosion for obvious reasons, self-preservation and whatnot. However, still under orders from Lightning Dust, a small group of Guards quickly stopped them as they reached the entrance. Fleeting the scene of such a horrible crime was suspicious, but the small discrepancy earlier was enough for the Guard to start making accusations. It appeared the Guards was quite ready to kill these four Mercs for a crime they didn't commit unless somepony bothered to intervene.

Pitch followed and waved to Whisper, happy to see an old friend. No doubt, the bat pony won't reveal that it was him who's really behind the attack.

He then turned and saw guards gather some zebras mercs. He could only guess that they are suspected of his crime. Oh, he would just love to watch them get shot.

Pitch then turned back to Whisper.

"So, long time, no see, good friend. Like my artwork?" Pitch asked Whisper, with a smile on his face.

[Das Metro]

Meanwhile, there was trouble elsewhere. The Zebra Mercs very readily attempted to flee the scene of the explosion for obvious reasons, self-preservation and whatnot. However, still under orders from Lightning Dust, a small group of Guards quickly stopped them as they reached the entrance. Fleeting the scene of such a horrible crime was suspicious, but the small discrepancy earlier was enough for the Guard to start making accusations. It appeared the Guards was quite ready to kill these four Mercs for a crime they didn't commit unless somepony bothered to intervene.

Frost walked past the gate on her way to a table and overheard a guard accusing some zebra mercs for starting the explosion. She decided to intervene . . . Sort of.

She walked up behind 2 of the zebras and placed her freezing fore hooves on the back of their necks while levitating to freezing fireballs in front of their faces. "Did you make that explosion?" She asked softly and menacingly.

The two Zebras panicked and squirmed slightly while their other two comrades shouted various choice words much to the Guards amusement. One Guard nudged another with a smile, "Don'tcha love it when Wasters do our jobs for us?"

The other Guard chuckled and nodded, though the two free Zebras were still in an uproar, "Let them go, fiend!"

A Guard who was much less amused by Frost stepped forward, giving the Zebra a firm shove, "Nah, let'em answer, it'll save us some time! Go ahead then!"

One of the grabbed Zebras stuttered for a moment, "W-what? I- We, uh... No! I didn't- Wr, we didn't!"

"Thats all fine and dandy, but can you prove it?" another Guard asked.

The other grabbed Zebra, who appeared much calmer then his friend shot back, "We don't need to prove crap to you!"

"Then why doesn't this Mare just ice you two bastards, and we can shoot the rest of you!" the first Guard interjected.

There was an uneasy silence, which was broken by the anxious, stuttering Zebra, "We were at the bar the whole time! We- we were getting drinks! You can ask the bartender! Besides, none of us can operate explosives like that!"

The Guards glared at the Zebra, before turning their attention to Frost, "What about you Little Miss Third-Party, what do you think?"

[Das Metro]

Whisper watched the young Mare work in silence. It was a serious moment, but the Bat Pony felt a twinge of amusement. The only reason Whisper bothered rescuing the Filly was for a short and sweet interrogation. Just as quickly as filly was awake, and answered his questions, Whisper would have to kill her. Funny how things worked. Watching the Mare carefully, Whisper muttered again, "No."

Even if he did have bandages, he certainly wouldn't waste them on a Filly that was going to die anyways! Whisper giggled airily, the moment was becoming a bit too much, but his revelry was cut short by a tap on the back and a familiar presence. Suddenly, the explosion seemed much less important. This had no connections, it was just an old friend having fun... Whisper stepped forward, and stopped Rusty from tending to the Filly, "Don't bother, I'm done here," he whispered quite simply. Without further explanation, Whisper trotted away, back to view the destruction. He couldn't help ut think to himself, "Damn Pitch, you know how to make an entrance."

Meanwhile, there was trouble elsewhere. The Zebra Mercs very readily attempted to flee the scene of the explosion for obvious reasons, self-preservation and whatnot. However, still under orders from Lightning Dust, a small group of Guards quickly stopped them as they reached the entrance. Fleeting the scene of such a horrible crime was suspicious, but the small discrepancy earlier was enough for the Guard to start making accusations. It appeared the Guards was quite ready to kill these four Mercs for a crime they didn't commit unless somepony bothered to intervene.

Pitch followed and waved to Whisper, happy to see an old friend. No doubt, the bat pony won't reveal that it was him who's really behind the attack.

He then turned and saw guards gather some zebras mercs. He could only guess that they are suspected of his crime. Oh, he would just love to watch them get shot.

Pitch then turned back to Whisper.

"So, long time, no see, good friend. Like my artwork?" Pitch asked Whisper, with a smile on his face.

Whisper turned and smiled at his friend with a shrug. It had been a while since he had seen Pitch and it appeared he hadn't changed much, especially in his taste of extravagant explosions. "Well Pitch, it's not much better then the last 'masterpiece' I saw." His throat was searing, and Whisper thought he could tadte copper.

[The Republic of Greater Appalachia]

Ghost was still shaken up from the zebra attack, he was shaking. His fellow comrades dead. He hasn't slept in days, all that going through his head was all the events that had made him a hero in everyponies eyes. It started when he saved Luna from a assassination attack, he wasn't a guard then, but Luna convinced him to join afterward. He finally got out of state when he saw the gates. As he approached he heard the warehouse explode, "What the..?" He said to himself. He really didn't want anything to do with the explosion, but something kept eating at him. "So much for getting supplies." He said to himself, he teleported to the warehouse to find a huge fire and injured ponies everywhere, along with pieces of metal. "This is no accident, somepony bombed the place." He said to himself, he saw this kind of damage before. "I'm definitely not getting any supplies for a while now." He muttered to himself. He then went and found several injured ponies and gave them the best medical help he could, since he didn't really have bandages. After doing this he found a pony with her head down and depressed, knowing he couldn't do much more for the injured ponies he decided to try and be optimistic for once. "Hey, what's up?"

(To Trit.)

[Soul Edge]

Many ponies cleared the street, cowering in their homes as guards and a select few others scoured the town for clues of the sabotuer. Confessor Honeycrisp was pissed, "It was heretical sabotuers hired by foreign non-believers!! Zebras!!! It was the zebras who attempted to destroy the Church of Button!!" He screamed and laughed hysterically. Two zebra mercenaries ended their conversation short and jerked their heads to the direction of the old stallion.

"What did you just say?" The most muscular zebra of the duo slowly approached the confessor from the bar, who stepped backwards in the radioactive puddle in sheer fear.

"I-it was you z-zebras..." Cultists appeared from behind to support their fellow member of the church, re-charging Honeycrisp's bravado. "Yeah you heretics from abroad poisoning Button's grace with the extremist ideas of your long-dead Caesar!" The other church members murmured and stomped in agreement.

"Kick his ass Bonesaw!" Yelled the smaller zebra, the muscular zebra, Bonesaw, chuckled, "You're all so stupid! Worshipping what was intended to burn you all with hellfire, courtesy of striped ingenuity." He stomped the ground and puffed, "It's time to do what this bomb failed to do, let's burn 'em, boys!!" The zebras laughed like hyenas, withdrawing their weapons and opening fire upon the group of cultists, their various battlecries were inaudible in the gunfire. The zebras didn't know of the rest of their group at the entrance.

The church-goers scattered, a couple of them mowed down by the military issued assault rifles that peppered the church behind them. Honeycrisp stood on his hind legs, "Button has bless me wit-" the stallion's skull was split by the zebra's hollow-point rounds that soon shredded his body into unidentifiable bloody tatters. The cultists from within the church returned fire with their cheap pistols and hunting equipment, the zebra's gamma shield armor absorbing the very few rounds that hit.

Meanwhile, Lightning Dust and a couple of guards sprinted and slid into a ditch for cover.