Fallout Equestria: Sleepless in Seaddle (Closing, IC)

[Soul Edge]

For those of you wanting to join

Maregaton jutted from the horizon of the wastes, its metal walls gleamed against the setting sun as a rattling sound became audible from the gates' engines that help seal it. A few caravans awaited at the guarded entrance, bartering with the many traders that passed by the town for a breif rest. Within the town walls were busy ponies, all of them in some form or manner were contributing to the needs of the town via economic stability. Water lines need repairing and more resources need gathering; it was these two needs that were currently the top priority for the townsfolk, and it was easily noticed among the many conversations stirring in the small crowds.

Pink Petunia stood by her store, Craterside Supply, a wide smile formed on the pink mare's face as she offered free flowers to anypony within sight, still maintaining her happy visage like she is unaware she is a denizen of a post-Equestrian world. Cultists of the Church of Button preached their beliefs on nearly every corner of the street, Confessor Honeycrisp stood in the radiocative water of the undetonated balefire bomb in the center of the city, screaming blasphemy as if the bomb contained a sacred spirit within. All their cries would go unnoticed by the many ponies too busy in their own affairs, ignoring the cultists was part of the norm for many inhabitants of Maregaton.

Among these many ponies were their leader, Lightning Dust. The pegasus ghoul stood proudly before the small community from atop the edge of the crater, she wore her Wonderbolts suit with pride, despite being pieced together with several armored plates and belts, its original blue fitting with pale yellow lightning bolts were still visible. Lightning Dust had her battle-saddle equipped as well, a small caliber carbine connected to each wing; though Maregaton is a peaceful community, she didn't want to take any risks. She still believed in fierce determination as she did in her younger years, but abandoning her reckless ways for the greater good of her ponies.

She also serves as the semi-happy greeter to newcomers by the entrance.

[Pinki3 Pon-3]

Frost walked up to the gates of Maregaton, her eyes were looking down, as they had been for the entire trip. She lifted her gaze to the gate, "More ponies . . . *sigh* I'm low on options right now . . . Guess I have no choice" she thought to herself and walked into the gates with her head down once more.

[Morlodania]

Trit came down the road, near collapsing from exhaustion. As she neared Maregatron, she pushed herself to the limit to get past the entrance. As she finally truly entered the community of Maregatron, she collapsed under her own exhaustion, unable to stand anymore. Assuming anyone is nearby, she manages a small. "Hai..."

[The Flutterlands]

Pitch Black recently arrived in Seaddel around a week ago, and he has been planning a series of terror attacks all that time.

The dark unicorn looked around Maregaton; the place is excellent for spreading chaos, with all foolish ponies trotting around. All it takes is patience. Though, he'll have to keep a low profile if he wants to succeed. Pitch doesn't want anypony ruining his fun, before it can even begin.

He checked on his grenade supply, and made sure that his knives were as sharp as ever; making sure that he's ready to wreak havoc. He can at least start with throwing grenades at random places around the Maregaton. That'll send these ponies a message that chaos will rule the land. He just need to find the right time and the right places.

Pitch Black snickered; he just loves his job...

[Das Metro]

The wind rolled across the wasteland, and the cloaked Pony kept trotting. He had been traveling without rest by many nights, only kept company by the Night Mother's moon. Whisper didn't mind though, as a matter of fact, he liked it that way. It could be lonely at times. but all he had to do was look up into the moon and his doubts vanished. However, it was day now, and only the Sun Spawn's ball of fire sat in the sky. Now Whisper was lonely again.

Though his body was enwrapped in the gray Stealth Cloak, and beneath that, a nice light Barding that matched his agility and need for maneuverability nicely, the Sun still glared off parts of his coat. The formerly black coat was now reduced to an ashy grey, glassy, burned surface. His face in paticular caught some of the worst of it. It looked as if a Raider scraped a layer of skin off with a spatula in some places on hos face. Whisper didn't mind that either though, he loved the sense of fear and disgust it instilled in most Ponies.

Maregaton popped up on the horizon, and Whisper stopped. He had been traveling for quite some time to reach this town, all for a Contract that was about as shady and secretive as Whisper himself. The seldom reason he decided to pursue this job in paticular was the pay. He'd be set for quite some time. However at the same time, Whisper felt a twinge of anxiety and fear. This job would definitely not be an easy one. But still, the caps made it worth it. Whisper smiled, bearing his fangs and spread his wings, taking to the sky.

Flying, it only took Whisper minutes to reach the entrance to Maregaron. Upon arrival, Whisper steadily descended and approached the gate. This would be fun.

[The Order of the Teutonic Knights]

"Ah, Maregatron!" Sechskanter smiled brightly. "The city of... of... of what again?"
Rusty, a young barely-mare and pegasus of green rust-red colour smiled at her companion. Or she was his. The tall stallion led her through the lands, always repairing, making toys, sometimes repairing toys, and smiling.
"It's the city of something.", she finally answered him. "Which is at least something better then the city of nothing or nothing at all."
"True.", the stallion smiled at her, "So very true!"
Carawans stood at the gates, where they waited for entrance into the protected town. Offering their goods and services here would be of no use, mst would refuse. In the town however, things were different.
Rusty put her rifle on her back, securing it there, so that none would be suspecting her to be a troublemaker. Sechskanter was mostly unarmed, his little gun put away.
They walked past the carawans, to the gates themselves. Sechskanter didn't see the small mare collapsed near the entrance, but Rusty walked up to her.
"Hey, are you alive?", she asked, after she poked her with a hoof.

[Pinki3 Pon-3]

Trit came down the road, near collapsing from exhaustion. As she neared Maregatron, she pushed herself to the limit to get past the entrance. As she finally truly entered the community of Maregatron, she collapsed under her own exhaustion, unable to stand anymore. Assuming anyone is nearby, she manages a small. "Hai..."

Frost watched the pony's mad dash for the gate with somber eyes. As she entered she walked up to the exhausted pony on the floor, "Why do you try so hard?" She said softly while not bothering to lend a hoof.

[Morlodania]

Trit came down the road, near collapsing from exhaustion. As she neared Maregatron, she pushed herself to the limit to get past the entrance. As she finally truly entered the community of Maregatron, she collapsed under her own exhaustion, unable to stand anymore. Assuming anyone is nearby, she manages a small. "Hai..."

Frost watched the pony's mad dash for the gate with somber eyes. As she entered she walked up to the exhausted pony on the floor, "Why do you try so hard?" She said softly while not bothering to lend a hoof.

(Trit was actually just walking, just fighting physical exhaustion the whole time)
"One... Who does not... Push them self... To the limit... Ends up dead." She manages a weak smile at the pony before her, and shifter herself to a less painful position on the ground. "So, who are you?"

[Soul Edge]

Lightning Dust stood at the entrance, standing guard and greeting anypony who came through without problems. She raised a brow at the approaching Frost, she seen less optimistic ponies before but this mare has definitely showed signs of loss. "Greetings traveler! May Maregaton lift your spirits. Is there anything you need feel free to ask." The ghoul said nonchalantly, her voice wasn't as raspy as most ghouls, still maintaining a smooth voice from 200 years with a barely noticeable side of hoarseness to it.

Lightning Dust then turned her gaze to Trit, "Are you okay? Or was there a reason you're taking a nap on the dirt?" she said with a small smirk etched on her face. A small group of ponies stared at the mare who got up from the ground, they best decided it was best not to attract attention and carried on with their own business. Lightning Dust didn't yet catch sight of Sechskanter and his friend.

[Morlodania]

Lightning Dust stood at the entrance, standing guard and greeting anypony who came through without problems. She raised a brow at the approaching Frost, she seen less optimistic ponies before but this mare has definitely showed signs of loss. "Greetings traveler! May Maregaton lift your spirits. Is there anything you need feel free to ask." The ghoul said nonchalantly, her voice wasn't as raspy as most ghouls, still maintaining a smooth voice from 200 years with a barely noticeable side of hoarseness to it.

Lightning Dust then turned her gaze to Trit, "Are you okay? Or was there a reason you're taking a nap on the dirt?" she said with a small smirk etched on her face. A small group of ponies stared at the mare who got up from the ground, they best decided it was best not to attract attention and carried on with their own business. Lightning Dust didn't yet catch sight of Sechskanter and his friend.

"I've been walking... Nonstop... For three days... That sounds like a good reason to nap in the dirt to me." Trit looks over at the ghoul, surveying her. "Good thing is... People here... Are still alive." She manages to pull herself to a smile.

[Pinki3 Pon-3]

(Trit was actually just walking, just fighting physical exhaustion the whole time)
"One... Who does not... Push them self... To the limit... Ends up dead." She manages a weak smile at the pony before her, and shifter herself to a less painful position on the ground. "So, who are you?"

Frost Burn looks at Trit gloomily, "My name's Frost Burn. Not that it matters, everypony dies eventually. Its just a matter of when and how." She replied and fixed Lightning with a cold stare, "If this town lifts my spirits then you're going to need a grave" she replied flatly.

[Morlodania]

(Trit was actually just walking, just fighting physical exhaustion the whole time)
"One... Who does not... Push them self... To the limit... Ends up dead." She manages a weak smile at the pony before her, and shifter herself to a less painful position on the ground. "So, who are you?"

Frost Burn looks at Trit gloomily, "My name's Frost Burn. Not that it matters, everypony dies eventually. Its just a matter of when and how." She replied and fixed Lightning with a cold stare, "If this town lifts my spirits then you're going to need a grave" she replied flatly.

"Death is something I know all too well..." She pulls herself to her hooves, shakily, and looks at Frost. "But death is somepony I don't want to meet yet, so I'm gonna do my damnedest to outrun him. I'm Trit."

[Das Metro]

Lightning Dust stood at the entrance, standing guard and greeting anypony who came through without problems. She raised a brow at the approaching Frost, she seen less optimistic ponies before but this mare has definitely showed signs of loss. "Greetings traveler! May Maregaton lift your spirits. Is there anything you need feel free to ask." The ghoul said nonchalantly, her voice wasn't as raspy as most ghouls, still maintaining a smooth voice from 200 years with a barely noticeable side of hoarseness to it.

Lightning Dust then turned her gaze to Trit, "Are you okay? Or was there a reason you're taking a nap on the dirt?" she said with a small smirk etched on her face. A small group of ponies stared at the mare who got up from the ground, they best decided it was best not to attract attention and carried on with their own business. Lightning Dust didn't yet catch sight of Sechskanter and his friend.

"I've been walking... Nonstop... For three days... That sounds like a good reason to nap in the dirt to me." Trit looks over at the ghoul, surveying her. "Good thing is... People here... Are still alive." She manages to pull herself to a smile.

Whisper trotted up to the entrance of Maregaton and shyed off to the side for the time being. He had seen the Mare collapse on his way, and he wanted to monitor the situation. If he had any Med-X to numb his throat, he would've attempted communication, but he was short. Whisper grinned and continued to watch the Mare light a hunter would watch prey. After all, if she keeled over, there would be goodies up for grabs.

[The Order of the Teutonic Knights]

To say, that the collapsed mare by the entrance gates was unresponsive was an understatement.
Further down, Sechskanter saw a guard dealing with other ponies, letting them in without large inspections. That would be another thing, some towns far away preferred to either take a toll or to grope for anything not wanted.
Some things tended to disappear during such sessions, but these were other stories.
Another pony stood up at the gates looked up, exchanged some words with the passerbies and the guard. It seemed so normal.
"So...", Rusty said to the lying mare. "Your lack of response tells me, that you are dead." She paused for a second. "Mind me looting you?"
"Rusty...", Sechskanter said - the barely-mare looked at her with her large eyes.
An eyebrow was lifted.
"Nevermind, others most likely took everything from you already!" Rusty stepped next to Sechskanter. "Want to enter?"
"Why not?" The stallion smiled and walked down the road and nodded to the group. He hoped to be able to enter Maregatron without so as a greeting.

[The Flutterlands]

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...

[Pinki3 Pon-3]

"Death is something I know all too well..." She pulls herself to her hooves, shakily, and looks at Frost. "But death is somepony I don't want to meet yet, so I'm gonna do my damnedest to outrun him. I'm Trit."

"You don't know death until you've felt his cold embrace . . . After that he usually doesn't let anypony go." she said gloomily, looking down at her hooves. Her breathe was misting up and frost was forming on her flank, even in the heat.

[Soul Edge]

(Trit was actually just walking, just fighting physical exhaustion the whole time)
"One... Who does not... Push them self... To the limit... Ends up dead." She manages a weak smile at the pony before her, and shifter herself to a less painful position on the ground. "So, who are you?"

Frost Burn looks at Trit gloomily, "My name's Frost Burn. Not that it matters, everypony dies eventually. Its just a matter of when and how." She replied and fixed Lightning with a cold stare, "If this town lifts my spirits then you're going to need a grave" she replied flatly.

Lightning Dust heard Trit's words but was frowning at Frost's statement, she looked away from the mare's cold glare, "Maregaton provides an array of services, including anything you may need to get back on your hooves and traveling.... but you'll find out for yourself." She replied without conveying as little of a tone without making eye contact. The ghoul was too busy eying a group of zebra mercenaries causing a racket outside Shamrock Saloon. Whatever they were discussing, they can at least tone down the decibels.

[Das Metro]

Pitch Black found the perfect place to start his reign of terror! It was a small warehouse; it was empty, 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; 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...

Whisper was steadily loosing interest with this collapsed Mare and the Ponies surrounding her. It had became apparent to Whisper that thus wasn't going anywhere, especially with all those Ponies to rise to the ocassion and lend a helping hand if she did pass out. The grin dissolved from Whisper's glassy countenance, but readil reappeared when a boon was heard. It wasn't a good thing, but it was certainly something.

He spread his leathery wings again, and Whisper took back into the sky. For a moment he only he only hovered high in the air, looking around for wherenthe fun was, perhaps it was connected to his contract?

[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...

No one greeted them, the guard was appearently occupied elsewhere.
So, both Sechskanter and Rusty walked into Maregatron - it was... nice? Maybe not the right word, but as Rusty said, it was something.
Then, there was an explosion.
Instincts sprang in an both ponies let themselves fall to the ground, ready for more. Rusty cursed internally, that she had her rifle on her back.
"Something" could have actually meant "Deathtrap".
Nothing happened, but the stallion had the feeling, to have heard wings flap once, but that maybe was just his imagination. "Should we take a look?", he asked his companion.
"Yeah.", she answered, "Maybe they need a repair!"

[Morlodania]

"Death is something I know all too well..." She pulls herself to her hooves, shakily, and looks at Frost. "But death is somepony I don't want to meet yet, so I'm gonna do my damnedest to outrun him. I'm Trit."

"You don't know death until you've felt his cold embrace . . . After that he usually doesn't let anypony go." she said gloomily, looking down at her hooves. Her breathe was misting up and frost was forming on her flank, even in the heat.

"Ive been dead twice, only to be brought back with Lightning magic. Death is horrid, and I wish to avoid any more encounters with him." She looked at the pony warily, unsure of her now.

[Pinki3 Pon-3]

"You don't know death until you've felt his cold embrace . . . After that he usually doesn't let anypony go." she said gloomily, looking down at her hooves. Her breathe was misting up and frost was forming on her flank, even in the heat.

"Ive been dead twice, only to be brought back with Lightning magic. Death is horrid, and I wish to avoid any more encounters with him." She looked at the pony warily, unsure of her now.

"You seem worried, why?" Frost asked her eyes still looked empty and depressed. She heard an explosion in the distance and cocked her head, listening for screams or some form of commotion.

[Das Metro]

Whisper could see the smoke from the interior of Maregaton. Maybe it truly had a connection! Whisper hadn't thought it would be so easy. He glided back down to the side wall of Maregaton. Once he was safely back on the ground, Whisper slipped on the hood of the Stealth Cloak and chuckled airily. After a moment, Whisper was as visible as the air, although there was some distortion to those with a keen eye who bothered to look.

Now hidden in plain sight, Whisper trotted silently around to the entrance. He was sure to move with a very light step, and above all, avoid contact. He waited for a moment, before sneaking in alongside a Pony whom the gate was opened for. Safely inside, Whisper stole away to secluded area and removed the cloak, reappearing. Visible once more, Whisper went back to the entrance (or rather exit out of Maregaton now) and began moving to the warehouse.

[Dutch Union of Americana]

A red stallion wit a pitch black mane slowly trotted into the crumbling town, his body contrasting the dull and burnt buildings. His trotsteps echoed all around the area, as a small holster slightly moved as he moved.

[Soul Edge]

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.

[Morlodania]

"Ive been dead twice, only to be brought back with Lightning magic. Death is horrid, and I wish to avoid any more encounters with him." She looked at the pony warily, unsure of her now.

"You seem worried, why?" Frost asked her eyes still looked empty and depressed. She heard an explosion in the distance and cocked her head, listening for screams or some form of commotion.

"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?"