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Better Layton Never Thread #65: Moving Forward !tcSassyDEQCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41550157[View All]

Ugh, really? Do I have to? You know I'm busy right now- Y'know what, fine, I'll do it.

>A loud high pitched noise is heard over the microphone, the sounds of other objects and papers also being moved about as whoever it was moved into position on the other end.

Ah, hello everybody, and welcome to the 65th Better Layton Never thread. It's ya boy, Sassy Susan comin' at you with-

Okay are you kidding me? Really? I have to read this? No don't give me that you wrote it! I'm not gonna- ugh. You even put my name down like that! I am not reading this!

>There's a short pause of silence before the sound of paper ripping can be heard over the system, and another loud THUD.

Fuck your papers!


Ahem! Anyways! Welcome to the latest entry in the Better Layton Never canon. Make sure to pay close attention as our heroes contend with the likes of slave traders, masked vigilantes, super advanced death games, and evil jewelry!

Truly the most fierce of villains we've had to date!


Hey are you sure that's right? Yeah? Anything I miss?


Lot's of uh.. space stuff goin on, with aliens.


You're sure? I dunno this all seems kinda silly. Okay! Okay! Don't shove!

>More bumps and thuds are heard from the microphone as it sounds as if the two people get into a short fight.



This has been your BLN Update with everyone's favorite idiot, Sassy Susan, and I'll catch you all in the next one! Stay tuned!

There, I read your damn papers, now get away from me!
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<Hmm... manor doesn't sound too bad I guess... but watch who you call a witch ya mutt...

>Mokou looked back to Yuno with her concern. Rubbing the back of her head looking to the side.

"Yeah, well... I kinda have been sleeping in all night coffee shops and hay piles.. not that I'm not used to that either but, some food would be pretty nice right about now. And a proper bed."

>Stuffing her hands in her pockets.

"If you really don't mind, but uhh... a fone? ... those talk box things right? N-no, no I don't got one.."

>Extending out a hand to Yuno with a somewhat big sister smile.

"Mokou, uhh, Fujiwara..."
>Giving a nod and then looking to Andurs and offering a slightly restrained hand out to one of his paws.

<Food, thank the gods!

Marshall!.ZzGrellBsCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41553371

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>The man stares at Wade inscrutably as he explains, his face firmer than stone and just as yielding even after he finishes up. Whether or not Wade struck true in his assumptions wasn't immediately discernible. The man had a stellar poker face.

>After Sunset finishes his gaze finally flicks back to her. He squares his shoulder, a motion which sets the guards to lay palms on the guns at their holsters.

One paycheck or not I didn't hire someone with the expectation that they'd come with a handler, missy. If that were the case I would have considered other options, wait or not. Equal opportunity employment may be on the labor books in Victin but here things run a little differently.

>Marshall considers the two longer, his expression slowly morphing from stone cold silence to a hint of annoyance. The guards stand at the ready, tense as they fixated their gazes on the two. For a moment Marshall says nothing.


>Then, finally, he relaxes his shoulder with a tap of his foot on the deck. The security guards similarly step back and relax.

We are short one spot. You two will be workin' with two more but they're already in position to go. If things work out two you might not even see them at all. Helps in case someone is fixin' on some other means than makin' a good paycheck. Job security.

>He turns and waves for the two to follow him. One of the guards immediately follows but one stays behind on the deck. Marshall walks for an open door into the ship's interior, then makes a sharp right to a set of metal stairs leading down into the freighter's cavernous underbelly.

This way. Your positions will be beneath deck, where the drop-off loads are lined up. No lookin' at the cargo, and keep an ear out for anyone who ain't wearin' either a Tomato Security coat or myself. If there's someone that shows up givin' you trouble, take care of them. We'll toss their carcass in the ocean and clean up the mess.

>He stops and looks to Sunset in particular.

I looked into your friend here and he has the skill for this job. How about you, little missy? Think you can do what needs to be done if someone is skulkin' around your area?

Deadpony!rjtGfDeadICountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41553372

>Sunset was taking to this rather well. He personally liked the dynamic she was going for. If they were both the crazy type it would just likely get them thrown overboard before they even left the city limits. Wade always did work best with a straight man backing him up.

>The men behind Marshal were itchin to see some action. Probably been a hot minute since they've had the opportunity to make a man cry for his mommy and question why they were born. In a way he could sympathize with them.

>It isn't until Marshall leads them to the doorway that he removes his arm from Sunset. He mentally makes a note to send her a well thought out apology note for many of the acts he'd likely have to perform to keep up appearances. Maybe let her shoot him in the face once or twice. He was a big boy he could take the abuse.

OOO! Do I get a fancy coat too? Minion blue always did make my eyes sparkle. Then why do I wear black you may be asking? Because it represents the void in my life left behind by an absence of minion blue.

>Looking down into the depths made Wade remember the last time he went on a boat for this case. He silently wondered if he'd meet the guy he had to punch in the face. Or even if he'd be recognizable. After all he did punch him pretty hard.

>He motions Sunset to go. Ladies first after all. But stops mid arm wave as Marshal begins his impromptu interrogation.

Sunset Shimmer!SunnyqnPP6Country code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41553373

Well, that's incredibly convenient. Both in the fact that she's allowed to join and the fact that they wouldn't see their co-workers. It should give them ample opportunity for them to do what they need to do.

As Marshall stops to question her, she meets with a cold stare.

"Intruders will not be a problem," she nods. Her sentences are kept short and nearly monotone. As to make sure she's not giving away more information than necessary.

She already accepted that she would have to get her hands dirtier than seducing a sleazy supervillian, but she still hoped that she could keep her hands free of blood for the night.

But she wasn't going to bet on it.

Marshall!.ZzGrellBsCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41553374

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>Wade's motormouth doesn't reward him with a response from Marshall but the guard accompanying him eyes Wade with a slight frown.

Coats are only for Tomato Security, pal. If you want a coat you'll have to ditch the costume.

>Marshall considers her response for a long moment. He doesn't comment on it, instead turning around and motioning for the two to continue following him down to the cargo bay. Though there were many shipping containers meant for Po-Koro, Anima, Atlas, and 'ARC' he doesn't stop at any of them.

>Instead he walks towards a section of the ship Wade would recognize, the part that had a hidden area for all of the cargo that he saw the last time he investigated these smuggling ships. It's a long hidden section, one that likely involved rolling the containers into it and closing it up. Because of the length of the ship it was understandable that there needed to be multiple people taking watch, and if the ship mirrored how it stored cargo there was undoubtedly one on the other side.

Here we are. One on each end, they're the only entry and exit points to get in. Bathroom is closest to this one, the other has a long walk.

>He opens the secret door leading into the hidden cargo hold. Shipping containers and stacked crates populate the area, with most of it intended for PO-KORO in big letters, though there are also some marked for 'CONVAERTAL' in similar bold lettering.

Which of you wants this post? Doesn't matter to me but we might run into choppy waters hugging the coast. There's a storm in the south that'll rough up the trip.

Deadpony!rjtGfDeadICountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41553375

Ack! And strip myself of my unique visage? No thank you. That's not even Minion Blue anyway. More like seagull got high and barfed in the ocean blue.

>Wade follows Marshal down into the depths of the ship. His eyes placed boredly on the back of his head allowed him to sneak glances at the crates. A few he was surprised to see. Though most of them added up with info he had already collected.

<"Anima? That's a new one. What do the furries have to do with this?

>The revelation of the hidden compartment would not be any surprise to Wade. Though this wouldn't stop him from lowering his arms in excitement at the sight.


>He'd sing out loud to himself mimicking some long forgotten diddy that had been lost to time long ago. Now this looked more up to speed. Masterfully hidden compartments holding an untold smorgasbord of deadly life ending secrets. From his previous visit Wade could guess what what in some of these crates. The thought of having to be near such devices would make his skin crawl.

Well as a gentleman I will take the longer route.

>He steps forward in front of the group and places a hand proudly on his chest.

Besides if I fart I'll have a whole marathon to out run it.

Barris Ki'Teer!CyJ.Bc.VtgCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41553376

We captured 15. We have killed a few more than that. I suppose I should mention a spaceship crashed into the forest. The swarm believes its crash was a deliberate attack on them. The pilot is also Equestrian, but has nothing to do with those being targeted.

>Barris would add.

The working DeadCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41553377

Right right of course. Such things are to be....

>There's a brief pause. Barris could likely hear a few gasps of air as though words were attempting to be formed.

...I'm sorry did you say a space ship?

>As far as he knew Equestria didn't have a space program. Though they did keep portions of Thanos's vessel there were no plans for Equestrian to fly among the stars at this time. So for one to be in such a vessel was ludicrous.

Barris Ki'Teer!CyJ.Bc.VtgCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41553379

Yes. He is quite obviously from another universe.

>She'd confirm.

It is most likely he was pulled through a rift and it knocked out his ship's controls.

Nino!SwarlJo.k6Country code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41553381

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>Nino was far too busy trying to find the potential culprit to really pay the particles of ash that were gathering any mind.

>She swallowed a big lump in her throat, if her foe was to be magic based she had rather good odds especially if it was fire based. The countless times she burned herself and was otherwise exposed to magic made her quite resistant to it, similar to how physical fighters strengthen their body to resist punches.

>She pulled on Celestia's reins, lowering herself down even further now only hovering around five meters in the air. Eventually she did spot something suspicious.

"You! Robot, are you responsible for this?!"

>Nino's shouted down at the poor Tachikoma while threateningly pointing her finger toward it, mentally she already prepared herself to begin casting again.

>The girl had seen what machines were capable of, though she herself isn't too sure how they're supposed to work, her cellphone was giving her enough trouble. Seriously, magic is so much easier to understand than a bunch of screws and wires suddenly creating something..?

>Of course, the girl hadn't even considered that the victim could be the one causing trouble.

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>Tachikoma wasn't having anymore potential incidents on its watch and ties her up with its cable. Roll 1d20 = 4 odds

"You're interfering with a police investigation"
>It said with a huff before examining the ash again.
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Sunset Shimmer!SunnyqnPP6Country code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41553396

Sunset's eyes briefly dart around to sneak a quick look at the various locations the containers were meant to go. Not that it meant much to her, since they weren't going to be guarding them, and with any luck, these containers weren't going to go to their intended locations.

She does cock an eyebrow with intrigue at the hidden passageway, even moreso with with just how deep it went.

"Guess that leaves me with this side."

Mr Uno!.ZzGrellBsCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41553400

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>The person on the phone hummed thoughtfully in Mr. Uno's ear. The noise of the sirens approaching grew louder and the man turns to look for the incoming officers.

Well I'd think not but you never know...are the units there, sir?

>Far down the street the man could see the faint flashing lights of the incoming vehicles. He sighs and nods, though it's more for himself than the benefit of the emergency operator on the phone.

Yes, they're coming, I can see them down the street now.

Good. They've been updated with the situation so they should be able to assist you, sir.

>Internally the man wishes they came sooner. The woman had been all sorts of messed up, sure, but he didn't want to kill her or anything. I.C.E. B.E.A.M. seemed to do the job right when he scored that direct hit. Maybe she was allergic to ice? Or maybe it was a botched fire spell she cast on herself to warm up? That actually seemed much more likely to him and he mentally lambasts himself for it.

>The thought twists Mr. Uno's gut. Even if it had been the case this horrible accident would have been partially his fault. Sure, he stopped property damage but for what cost? Some clearly confused armored woman who likely came from a rift and decided to Don Quixote the nearest car she saw? It was terribly sad.

>An unfamiliar voice calls out on the street and, curious from where it came from, Mr. Uno turns around again to see what was going on. He's immediately presented with the sight of an unfamiliar new woman and a winged horse, as well as the blue tank seemingly focused on it with a cross-sounding voice.

>As the police cars screech to a stop at the traffic buildup behind him, the man speaks to the operator once more.

There's someone else who showed up, I take it your officers will handle this? We're still not sure what happened but this person is blaming your tank thing for what happened.

>He pauses, then adds tentatively:

Does the TPD have disintegration tech?

Marshall!.ZzGrellBsCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41553404

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>Marshall side-eyes Wade with a distinct downturn of his mouth from his crass behavior. It's a brief flash of disapproval, however, as he quickly glances back to Sunset and gestures inside.

Right in here. This door is to remain closed, no keeping it propped open in case we get an impromptu stopover on the way.

>Should Sunset inspect the interior more she'd find that the space wasn't left to the crates and containers meant for their eventual hidden location. To the wall on her left was a cushioned bench, one that she could sit or lay down on if she wanted. A big sign posted above the bench on the metal wall reads 'NO SLEEPING' in bold lettering. There's also an electrical outlet to plug in electronic devices, one of which has a small light set in it to illuminate the guard station nook.

>The nearest crates to the front aside the listed names don't appear very remarkable. Only one stands out solely because it was encased with thick translucent bubble wrap. Black marker written on the side of it indicated that this one was meant to be shipped to ARC, an abbreviation that also appeared before in the main cargo hold.

>With Sunset assigned, Marshall motions for Wade to follow him down the length of the hidden cargo chamber. The guard follows along to escort him. The way is dark, unlike the top deck or even parts of the cargo hold the secret hold was practically pitch black except for a thin strip of light running along the false metal wall.

>It's hard to see what the crates and containers passed held, though Wade could likely make out some markings resembling the stylized A he saw in his previous raid of the shipping freighters. There's no sign of livestock in any container, nor noise to suggest there could have been slaves on them either.

>Once they reach the end Wade is met with a similiar station as Sunset's, complete with another hidden door that led out into the cargo hold. On this end there's only a massive shipping container marked from LUMINA in bold letters but nothing on it saying where it was specifically going.

Here we are. Think you can handle a quiet job for a few hours here?

Deadpony!rjtGfDeadICountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41553410

>Wade gives Sunset a teasing wave good bye as he follows Marshall and goon number 2 down the ominously dark corridor. If he found the opportunity he would have put on his shades to see what was inside. But with two sets of eyes watching him he felt it best to put the idea on hold.

Wow, what an accommodating hold of villainy. Don't see many hidden holes this nice outside of...well nowhere I guess.

>He tuns off the logic of if the hole was hidden it wouldn't very well be much of a sight to see. He wastes no time stretching his arms and leaning next to the door with his arms crossed looking like a wannabe edgelord in a middle-school roleplay.

Oh don't you worry about me. I am an expert on keeping myself entertained. Wanna see my one man show of Beefilton? The critics give it five stars. Though to be honest I think they were being nice. Or just wanted to be untied. One of the two.

>Wade's spastic head movements would serve a secondary purpose of trying to quick eye any glows in the dark that may be security camera lights. Making sure not to keep his gaze on anything that wasn't Marshall for no longer then a few seconds.

Crossed Wire!rjtGfDeadICountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41553411

Wow, an entire universe of space fairing equestrians. That definitely be a new one around here.

>Crossed Wire pauses for a moment as he thinks of all the technological advancements this pony could bring. If Barris was actually able to see his face it would be comparable to a highschooler thinking about the head cheerleader.

Oh! Right! I'm going to go ahead and run this through my superiors and see what we can manage. Do you have a number we can get into contact with you with?

Barris Ki'Teer!CyJ.Bc.VtgCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41553412


>Barris would give him the number of one of her business phones.

Any advice you can give while I wait for a response?

>She'd ask. Governmental bureaucracy could run rather slowly. If Equestria's was backed up, it could end up being months till she got a response.

Sunset Shimmer!SunnyqnPP6Country code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41553413


Sunset gives a quick salute before she goes to her post as Marshall takes Wade to the other side.

She looks around the room to see what she'd be spending her time with, also searching for any sort of extra surveillance that would hinder her.

Natural curiosity urges her to start inspection of the cargo, but knowing that she wasn't quite alone yet meant she still had to play her part as guard.

For now, she paces back and forth in the room, her eyes snapping around back to the package in bubble wrap, trying to figure out in her mind what ARC stood for...
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Crossed Wire!rjtGfDeadICountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41553414

Well first of all, trust no one.

>He says bluntly without any sign of irony or tact.

If these guys are from a different universe then it's possible they can disguise as humanoids too. Your right hand man? Could be a spy right now. Test them out, ask them something only they would know. Then set up a passphrase. Something you could slip into casual conversation, but not too obvious.

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>Barris had to smile at the pony's warning. There was no way the swarm could ever replace Vaykor.

Well, we've been doing blood tests to screen out Changelings. No analysis so far, mere colour check.

>It was a simple test for any shapeshifter. Often the transformation was undone on anything removed from the body, since what magic or biology causing the change could no longer affect it.

Marshall!.ZzGrellBsCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41553417

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>Perhaps because of 'job security' the hidden cargo storage didn't have any cameras to see. That didn't necessarily mean that the place wasn't bugged in other ways like audio receivers, which would be much more easily hidden in comparison.


>The response is quick and off the cuff. Marshall opens the hidden door, pulling a lever to unlatch it and push it open. The man steps out and the security guard follows him, casting Wade one more wary glance as they exit. Marshall turns around and holds the door with a hand to point at Wade.

No funny business down there. No harming the products. When I visit I'll knock in a specific fashion-

>To demonstrate, he knocks what is unmistakably the start of 'Shave and a Haircut' on the outside of the door.

Just like this. I'll visit you first when I relieve you once we reach our destination and we'll walk on down together for your girl.

>His eyes firm up one more time and he gestures to his own eyes, then to Wade's.

And I mean it, no funny business down here.

>With her companions gone Sunset' inspections of her environment similarly grant no sign of surveillance cameras. The bubble-wrapped package sat enticingly in place, the individual plastic bubbles glistening in the dim light.

>A search did provide Sunset with a surprising find, however. Beneath the bench she was meant to sit on had a stashed book underneath it.

>Whether or not she'd be interested in trashy Valorcall romance novels was up to her. The cover featured an illustration of a big-breasted woman throwing herself on another big-breasted elven woman, with 'ICY TRYSTS AND FIERY PASSIONS' written boldly for a title.

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Nah, all the barbaric and cruel ones are gone... mostly. I mean, there's only maybe two there that you could say are cruel left. They do a real good job of weeding out the baddies or potential baddies. Course there could be a lot more since the place stopped getting attacked. What with Alton busy lip wrestling his lady.


Woah! Mokou Fujiwara? As in, the Mokou Fujiwara the immortal and powerful?

Never heard of you. Should probably keep a cellular device on you at all times snow white. Never know when you need to take a picture of your food or a selfie or recording a fight breaking out across town that destroys an entire cafe with many casualties and then a mysterious figure takes the giant man away for some unknown reason. You know, stuff like that.


>Andurs pauses for a moment then places his paws on both of the girls shoulders.

YOU WANT EVERYTHING TO DO WITH THIS MANOR PLACE. Or don't you know, it's whatever, i'm indifferent either way. Except that i'm not and if you want to keep living you want to go to the manor. Not for any reason in particular but you really should go to the manor. Did i mention you should go to the manor? They don't have any CATS, if that's a problem that you might potentially have a problem with. Not that i would know that you had a problem with it, but you never know.

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Doobie had quite the adventure here. Doobie helped to free many changelings from the queens control and one pony was purified. Twas a momentous battle that Doobie shall not soon forget!

>Doobie turns around and gently taps on the equestrians head.

The Captain is taking a well deserved nap. This day has weighed heavy on his mind and he collapsed the moment things quieted down.

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>Yuno gladly began shaking Mokou's hand, nodding her head and smiling.

"Glad to have met you, Mrs. Mokou. I think I will treat you to some lunch on our way to- wherever you want to go."

>The girl had oddly warm hands, almost as if they were transfering warmth to whoever they were touching.

"And...I am sure I can talk to our Landlord at the Sunshine apartments to set you up while you get your life back on track."

>Yuno paused for a brief moment, still holding Mokou's hand.

"Or maybe you can live in my place while you decide what to do next."


>Thankfuly Andurs would interrupt Yuno's overbearing helpfulness with his...strangely ominous warning. Getting his bandaged paw on her shoulder felt strange enough but hearing about those awful things about a cafe being destroyed...it sent shivers down her spine.

<They don't have any CATS, if that's a problem that you might potentially have a problem with.

>The girl would lose quite a bit of colour hearing Andurs rambling on and on about cat problems...this didn't feel like his other nonsense rants.

>She involuntarily squeezed Mokou's hand as a look of considerable discomfort washed over her face, he must've hit the nail on the head. The girl's hands were getting a lot warmer now.

"M-Mr. Andurs..? Why..are you saying these awful things? It's scares me."


>Yuno would begin to look over her shoulder, looking pretty mortified, worried, of course as hidden as Cait was she couldn't actually spot the tigress. But something was up, that was for certain.

Deadpony!rjtGfDeadICountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41553421

>Wade removes himself from the doorframe and faces Marshall with a salute.

Sir! Yes Sir! Storing all funny business in the farthest recesses of my mind sir!

>The lack of cameras would make moving around easier. Though that didn't mean caution could be thrown to the wind just yet. For now he would have to at least pretend to do his job and keep off Marshall's naughty list for now. Wade didn't need his friendship, only enough trust to continue monitoring this area as often as he need be.

>They were neck deep in danger now. Their escape from this profession would have to be just as discreet. If they just quit on the spot that would probably put the system on high alert and change their methods. Unfortunately there seemed to be only one sure fire method of leaving this job and having almost everything they learn in tact. It was something Wade was used to, but he worried for Sunset when the time came.

>Once Marshall leaves him alone in the hidden compartment he slides over to the bench and takes a seat. Even with nobody watching he'd keep the act up as best he could.

Bummer, if I'd known they had outlets here I'd have brought my EntertainmentLad.

Crossed Wire!rjtGfDeadICountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41553422

Well better safe then sorry when changelings are involved. Never know what we're dealing with, especially when they're from another universe.

>That was definitely the part that scared him the most. A different universe ment a different evolutionary line. No telling what strange abilities this breed could have compared to the others.

We'll get in contact with you once we've made a final decision. Please try and stay safe until then.

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"Heh, can't wait to hear all about it, i'm glad you're okay though Doobie."

>Without really asking for consent or much of anything else the filly simply plopped the ham right into her messy mane.

"You purified someone? Who? And what's that even mean?"

>She would look down at the poor Captain, he truly did suffer a lot this time, she shrugged off her saddlebags and gently placed them under his head to act as a makeshift pillow.

>She takes special care to not accidentally snap his neck.

"I think we should let him rest some...So, what's our plan here? I think I got this situation in the bag pretty much hehe...I know a codeword nobody else knows you know?"

>Sneakily, the filly poked her head out from behind a tree, looking at the ship from what she assumes was a safe distance away.

Barris Ki'Teer!CyJ.Bc.VtgCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41553424

I shall. Thank you for taking my call.

>Barris would reply.


>She'd wait for his goodbye and then hang up. Unless he had something else to say.

James Ironwood!aTimeY72bQCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41553426

"Well obviously anything would be under the jurisdiction of whoever is in charge of this province."

The message there was hopefully clear that they would be both the owners of their own land and mostly free to conduct whatever business on the rest of the Converital as they wanted.

"And of course, and influential, and highly ranked family within the Atlas government would be more then welcome to its private property."

It wouldn't be any big lose for them, and with both the wealth and pull of a large and influential family like the Ki-Teers. It would be easy enough for them to snuff out any subversive elements.

The family also knew how to rake in the profits without bringing too much attention to themselves, which was a valuable skill to both the Atlas Council and the General sitting in front of him.


"Of course, it goes without saying that the declining of such a generous offer would be received... poorly."

It was fairly light in terms of threats, but there shouldn't be any doubt that if Atlas truly brought its full might to bear it would be a bloody and costly war they'd eventual lose.

Sunset Shimmer!SunnyqnPP6Country code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41553430

Sunset lets out a bored hum, the bubble wrap didn't help her urge to peek inside. In fact, now she wanted to both open it up and pop the bubbles. Both would ruin the current reputation she put herself as, though the latter would definitely be more embarrassing.

She looks at the outlet, and the idea of surfing on her BRACETOP came to mind, and was immediately shot down due to how it would obviously look like she was relaying information like a double agent.

That just left the book she stumbled upon beneath the bench.


Sunset waits until she's sure that she's relatively alone.

Sunset grabs the book pretends the dust on the book sends her into a coughing fit, signaling Wade to check in as she looks at the cover.

Did this really warrant a call? Probably not.

Was she bored as Tartarus? Absolutely.

Did she need to show Wade a book with big-breasted lesbian elves? No.

Did she want to show Wade a book with big-breasted lesbian elves? Yes.

Crossed Wire!rjtGfDeadICountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41553432

Yes...that thing. You have one too.

>Crossed Wire abruptly puts the phone back on the receiver. The name couldn't help but continue to ring bells in his head.

>He slides his chair over to his keyboard and types in the name. It takes him multiple tries to spell it correctly but he finally pulls up a match.

Oh....Huh she's part of Agent Wilson's case?

...And she runs the place?....Hmmmmm

>He goes over the information they have on her as a known associate of Eridan. It was possible that another person shared the name, but the information was lining up to well to be a coincidence. He gathers up the information and hops off of his chair. The notebook would be tucked safely into his satchel as he makes his way to his superiors.

Marshall!.ZzGrellBsCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41553433

>The man leaves with his security guard in tow, shutting the door behind them as they went. The sound of fading footsteps falls out for Wade, evidently heading across the ship to the other hidden storage area to check on their co-workers.

>There's a long stretch of silence, longer and uninterrupted with the sound of voices or more footsteps.

>If Wade were to inspect his spot his own padded bench had a shoebox underneath it. Inside were two deck of cards for "Mana: The Summoning" left behind, one purple and one a mix-deck of yellow and orange. The box also held a slip of paper with 'Thasos' having around 10 tally marks and 'Jude' with only three. Another set of names on the back read 'Kant' and 'Skipper' with red ink circling the latter's name and roughly twenty games played between the two. Evidently this set of playing cards had been here a while with many guards having both broken the 'don't see each other' rule Marshall apparently had set up.

>Given this, it's safe to assume the cargo bay was not in fact bugged, otherwise such a set of items would have been long confiscated.

>About forty minutes later the ship lets out a loud and low honk from its horns as it readied to undock. Noise inside the ship regarding the outside was fairly muffled but the vessel lurched and rocked as it readied to leave port. It would be a long four hours until it would finally make land at their mysterious stopover.

Deadpony!rjtGfDeadICountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41553434

>Wade lays down on the bench as he tries to hear what may be going on outside. Soundproofing was definiatly out as he could hear Marshall and friend's footsteps as they make their way down. He waits for several minutes more before moving from his spot. His entire body on alert. Just because he couldn't see them didn't mean they couldn't see him. Wade casually yawn and stretches, his body rolling over as if to try and fall asleep before "naturally" falling over flat on his face.


>He exclaims in pain before his eyes lock on the shoe box. With nothing else worth while he reaches over and pulling the box out enough to examine it.

Ooooo, what's this? Hardcore drugs?

>He tips the lid of the box just enough to look inside. He opens it further and further until he can get a better look at the contents. He keeps what Marshall had said in mind as he puts the pieces together in his head.

Oh god. It's worse then I feared.

>He speaks louder, now fully aware there was no way this could be here if this room was surveyed as heavily as he thought.

Fucking neeeeerds!

Wade forces the box shut when he heard the coughing off in the distance. He waits a few nearly half a minute before rising up from the ground and walking over toward Sunset.

>He really didn't care for the obvious lack of security cameras anywhere. It was definitely understandable to not have any lingering evidence of the rooms existence. It made sense that such a room would want to be as off the books as possible. Thus making the need for physical security guards that much more obvious. Guards could be bought. Easy for them to say they had no idea what they were guarding. Even easier to deny the existence of a hidden room. It became clear to Wade that for next few hours, nothing in this room existed. This both eased him, and filled him with worry.

>He slips his shades out of his suit for a brief moment. Using their X-ray to confirm this was the same type of cargo he knew to look for. He only does this for a second before slipping them back into his hiding spot before approaching Sunset. Grell was a kinky bitch, but he figured Sunset wouldn't like him seeing straight through her clothes like that.

>He finally makes it to Sunset before he exclaims in a casual tone.

If what I found already is any indicator we should be able to talk and move in here. Wouldn't do it for too long in case of surprise inspection time.

???!CyJ.Bc.VtgCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41553435

>A small dark shadow lurked beneath the waters outside the port. Even in broad day light, one would be hard pressed to notice the object. Even then it could easily be dismissed as debris. But in the dark of this early morning, no one would be able to spot it.

>As it bobbed in the water, it did not move location. The waves of the ocean and wakes of boats did not seem to push or pull it. As the ship ST-1986-A pulled out of the harbour, it would begin sailing towards this shadowy object. The shadow finally moved, drifting to the side of the ship's hull as it passed by. Once the ship had done so, the object would follow in the ships wake. It easily kept pace behind the ship, and as the sun began to rise, it dived deeper into the water to keep itself unnoticed from those looking out back.

Sunset Shimmer!SunnyqnPP6Country code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41553436

"If you say so." Sunset says, still in her monotone character voice.

If Wade said that it relatively safe to leave their post, then she believed him. Besides, even if they were caught, chances were that they'd be more mad at him than her.

She holds up the book she found. "I have a good feeling I know what's in some of these crates, and yet I feel like this might be one of the worst things on this ship."

She then points her thumb to the bubble-wrapped cargo, the obvious standout in the room. "So...That's probably important, right?" She asks, with just a little bit more emotion. She didn't really wanna break character, even if no one else was watching.

Marshall!.ZzGrellBsCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41553437

>Like before most of the cargo appears to be lab equipment from Victin and Lumina, with machinery, tubing, generators, and crates of sealed tubs full of a viscous looking liquid assembled inside them. One crate marked from Equestria didn't provide signs of pony slaves inside, only banned books that were copied into full palates involving dark magic potions and rituals the lesser-morally right Equestrians studied over the centuries. A crate next to it had other banned Equestrian contraband: dragon wings, griffon talons, cockatrice eyes, and other body parts of Equestria's magical fauna that would be quite valuable for anyone with an interest in potent potion making.

>If Wade decided to look at the bubble wrapped package, he'd see that it looked surprisingly familiar. And why wouldn't it? He saw a fully assembled cloning tank in Dr. Stein's laboratory at Asylum and this was no different, except dismantled and wrapped in bubble wrapping to ensure the glass-like container would be protected on transport.

>As the ship sails none of the lookouts notice the ocean tagalong. Though whether the sonar and radar would was anyone question entirely...
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Deadpony!rjtGfDeadICountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41553438

What the god damn?

>Wade looks down at the book. It was far from the worst thing he had seen porn wise. In fact he could name at least 10 things in his personal collection that were worse. But still it was the principal of the matter.

Yeah don't sit on that bench for too long.

>Wade looks over at the bubblewrapped cargo beside them. Even from here the shape of it looked familiar. Like a nagging sense of Deja Vu slamming in the back of his head.

Well as far as sentient beings go you and I are the only two down here right now. Bunch of dark magic gobbledy gook back there somewhere.


>He takes out his shades once more, making sure to focus his gaze onto the bubblewrapped cargo before putting them on.

Honestly I never really saw what you unicorns see in the-.........

>Wade goes silent for a moment. His mouth closed firmly shut as he looks at the familiar sight. More and more puzzle pieces connect in his mind and things began to make more sense. A part of him is glad he and Screwloose haven't begun their raid on the scientists before this.

......I know what "A" stands for now.

>He says bluntly as he continues to stare at the machine.

Sunset Shimmer!SunnyqnPP6Country code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41553439


Sunset places the book down and kicks it back under the bench where she found it.

She cringes once she hears about dark magic. Uncomfortable memories of facing a friend resurfacing. "Look, power's enticing, and turning into a raging she-demon is-"

"...Alright, that's great. What do we do after you figure out the other two letters?" Sunset looks around, making sure that they're still alone.

Marshall!.ZzGrellBsCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41553440

>Careful listening provides no noise of incoming footsteps, only the quiet lapping of the waves on the ship's hull and the creaking of the crates and shipping containers straining against the straps and chains keeping them firmly in place. Without any windows it'd be impossible to tell what time it was, neither of the guard spaces had a clock to tell.

>As long as they kept an ear out, chances were they wouldn't get caught this soon after setting sail.


>Roll 1d10 = 4

>Level of choppiness of the ocean on the route to the hidden stopover.
>1 being surprisingly calm, 10 being hurl-inductively turbulent.

Deadpony!rjtGfDeadICountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41553441

>The rocking of the boat would make it a tad difficult to remain on ones feet. The steady waves would cause Wade to shake as the ground underneath him moved to the rhythem of the waters. Perhaps the benches were more comfortable then he initially believed.

No not that "A", the other one. I know where some of this technology comes from specifically. I can't tell you where, but trust me when I say it's bad news.

>Roll 1d1000 = 992

>Evens Wade takes off the glasses before looking toward Sunset.

We can probably find out a bit more. If you look through the crates maybe you can tell us what some of this magical stuff is for.

>Odds he forgets to take them off before turning.

We- gah damn it!

>He places his hands over his eyes before forcefully removing the glasses from his face.

Cait!Doom2pkvkwCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41553442

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>Cait's eyes narrowed onto Andurs
Great... Now it is two loose ends I need to deal with
>She soon gave him a very evil smile, giving him a very sinister wave as soon as they made some sort of eye contact, letting him know she was onto him with a hand gesture reading 'Me, you, slit throat'

>With some sort of relief, it appeared neither of them caught on what Andurs was clearly pointing out.

Sunset Shimmer!SunnyqnPP6Country code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41553443

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The rocking ship caused Sunset to stop and steady herself.

"Alright, well, let's take a look then..."

Sunset carefully opens up one of the crates, examining the contents within.

"Eugh, that is a lot of body parts. Probably to sell to a bunch of others for whatever they need it for. To eat em, maybe?"

Closing it back to make it like she found it, she moves onto the next one.

"Yep, that's...that's a lot of dark magic books. Insane power, control over others, complete loss of sanity, transformation into a demon, that sort of stuff." Even though Sunset was still playing the part of villain, she knew well enough to not look too much into the rites. Her anchor back to sanity constantly flashing in her mind as she briefly flips through the pages. "Potion recipes too, so that's what the other crate is for."

Deadpony!rjtGfDeadICountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41553444

>He sees Sunset reaching for a crate to open it he stops her by placing a hand on her wrist.

Whoa whoa whoa!

>Wade then hands her his shades. A tone of absolute seriousness emitting from him as he looks at her.

Use these. Only open them if you absolutely have to.

>He drops the shades in her hand before letting go. Upon putting them on she would find that they gave her the ability to look through the walls of the crates.

So the slavers also have hands in black magic. Meaning they probably have someone who knows their stuff. An inside job maybe?

>Wade rubs his chin. The thought of an Equestrian doing this to their own race sickened him. Even if he was no stranger to the act.

That's not all. Some of this tech down here goes along with that. Last time I examined one of these I found some containers used to store live specimens for genetic modification.

>He spends a brief moment recalling the memory. His near breakdown just from the sight of them almost blew his cover. The ideas they implied were enough to make his skin crawl more then it usually did. And now with the cloning tube just over there....

The people that made me who I am were only scratching the surface. I was sure I killed all of them, but if somehow some of their notes survived we could be facing bigger problems then ponies plowing fields against their will.

ALBATROSS / High Orbit!FAUXFoX/UQCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41553445

>The filly's move to put her bag under the unconscious captain's head causes him to jerk up violently, only to flop back down with a thud a split second later.


>The pegasus blinks several times, as though waking from a particularly unpleasant nightmare, before once again taking stock of his surroundings. His expression softens as he notices the hamster and filly though, letting out a slow sigh.

"Ah. You're... here. That's good."

>Trying to get back onto all fours, the pegasus pedals his hooves against the ground in vain before giving up. Not exactly hearing whatever the filly had in mind for the ship, he tries his best to prop himself back into a sitting position, using his wings as a crutch.

>Raising his voice slightly, he calls over to the duo.

"Alba... will only respond to a certain verbal cue... in the state that he's in. When I tell him to transfer control... one of you must respond with the phrase 'I have control'. Nothing else."

>He pauses, catching a breath.

"It... shouldn't matter which one of you says it... just that you do, otherwise Alba will assume... he has no captain, instead of just having an invalid one. And that'll be a whole other can of worms... to deal with."

"You got that?"

Sunset Shimmer!SunnyqnPP6Country code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41553446

"...Well, wouldn't surprise me that someone in Equestria might be helping out."

Sunset puts on the shades, now able to examine the contents of the crates with more convenience.

"If it's dark magic we're dealing with too...and you said you found stuff to contain live science experiments..."

Sunset nervously bites down on her thumb. "If I know dark magic well, it works best with negative emotions, and I can imagine Equestrian slaves having plenty of reasons to be pissed off..." She looks back and forth between the cloning tank and the dark magic texts. "It's not that wild to believe that someone might be planning an entire army of dark magic-powered slaves...But are they using ponies because they're seen as fodder? Or did they make ponies slaves specifically because they could exploit their dark magic capabilities...They couldn't plan that far in advance, could they?"

Deadpony!rjtGfDeadICountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41553447

>Wade leans on a crate behind Sunset just out of reach of her peripheral vision. She was looking at enough horrors, she didn't need his skin on her mind.

Equestrians are more malleable then you think. I mean....Hi.

>The words hang on the tip of his tongue. The dark part of his personal history could be a key in solving all of this. But doing so meant staring at the darkness he had spent more then 300 years running from.

.....When she found me I was pretty pissed off myself. Cancer got me kicked out of the only hope for a future I had left. Drill Instructor was more then happy to see me go. Then she showed up. Always read the fine print kids.

>Wade grabs onto his arm. The obvious strain in his voice as the weight of past sins shoot their way up.

I don't even know how long I was in there. I didn't just drink the Kool-Aide I was infused with it. Yeah, there were others. Rejects like me who got the ass end of the genetic lottery. At least three times a week they'd find some new way to mess with our heads, turn what little pleasures we had left into gratuitous torture.

>He stops for a moment to breath. He gloves being the only thing stopping his nails from digging into his flesh. After several seconds he manages to calm down. His breathing returning to a steady pace. The ships rocking helping to ease his temper.

The last thing this world needs his more mes running around. We're gonna find them. We're gonna stop them....And I'm going to send everyone involved to the hell they deserve.

>He glances over to the hidden door near his station. Running through his mind already were dozens of scenarios involving his new "Coworker's" demise. Most of them quick, simple. Some of them more creative.

MokouCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41553448

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>Mokou had a hard time keeping up with the information flow from this guy Andurs. But she caught onto enough of what he was saying. Including the nicknames and the fact that he more than likely saw what she did and what happened a little earlier down the street.

<This guy better not be a stalker or something but, snow white? ... I mean sure it's white but there is a sort of pink tint to my- What about cats?

>Mokou looked to Yuno and smiled back, actually fairly happy to hear the offer. Well she was only looking for food at the time being, this seemed like a decent plan, even if Andurs objected passively and griped about cats...

>Holding Yuno's rather warm hand, and bringing her other hand over as well to give a two handed handshake and a bit of a quick bow.

"Really? .. I mean, that would be pretty nice of ya. If you really don't mind me staying for a bit to get my bearings.. but uhh, yeah.. Mister Andurs uhh..."

>Looking between Yuno who was know holding her hand harder and looking a fair bit worried.

<Scared of cats? ... damn

"Hey I'm not too much a fan of cats either, they shed and they scratch everything up. Nekomata's can be total pests too."
>Offering a smile and lowering down some cheerfully to Yuno, bending at her knees in a sort of slav squat and looking to Andurs with a bit of a 'uhhh... shut up' look to her.

"What say we go now back to your place all comfy like and get some grub then eh?"
>Raising her brows high to Yuno.

Still completely oblivious to the small feline's presence and not the best when it came to her surroundings. But when you've been sneaked up on, assassinated, attacked, and killed enough times and reawaken somewhere slightly different, you tend to not be so conscious of what's going on anymore. Unless he was rambling... Andurs seemed to have some sort of knowledge of her... maybe?
Who knew with him... for now, food at Yuno's!

Andurs!ICrazyZpUwCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41553453

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Whaaaaaaat? I'm not saying aweful things, ahahahha

just real things


...OH COME ON! Don't you slav squat at me missy, Andurs knows what Andurs is talking about at all times. Except when i don't. Which is pretty regular since everything i say is completely instinctual with little to no premeditated thought beforehand. NOT UNLIKE A CERTAIN CAT WHO PREMEDITATES EVERYTHING.


>Andurs pauses and stands silent much longer this time than before. Weighing his options on what he wanted to do, what he should do, and what would be the funniest thing to do.


>Okay fine, geez. Andurs shouts this as he pulls a small metallic object from his boxer shorts.

>Roll 1d1000 = 307

>Evens, the metallic object transforms into a rifle as Andurs whips around and open fires in Caits general direction, firing at the wall near her head, intentionally missing.

>Odds, the metal object transforms into a giant flexible metal net as he swings down at both Yuno and Mokou to capture them. Roll To Dodge

>Regardless of the roll, Andurs will loudly declare.


Yuno!SwarlJo.k6Country code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41553454

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>Yuno only seemed to grow more uneasy by each passing second but she tried to calm herself down, nervously kneading Mokou's hand. Funnily enough she didn't need to adjust much as Mokou crouched down.

"It's that cat..?"

>The girl mumbled to herself, images of that one fateful encounter began flashing before her eyes, the day where she narrowly escaped death.

<just real things

<Is she really following me around after all? Oh no..what if she will go after Mokou and Andurs too?


>Her mind snowballed out of control, visions of the murderer slashing Andurs' gut open, slitting Mokou's throat while grinning ear to ear. That smile, those soulless eyes-

>Yuno pretty much shut down at this very moment, she cannot bear these thoughts, had she been just a bit stronger that day she could've had the murder tigress arrested. Now she has endangered everyone around here because of her incompetence.

>The net was easily cast over the uniformed girl, capturing her without issue.

"Yuno! Get a hold of yourself!"

>That same male voice emerged from her bag once more, it jerked up violently once more, shaking Yuno somewhat, the buckles keeping the bag shut began to strain, wobble from some force inside trying to break free.

Roll 1d1000 = 860


Yuno!SwarlJo.k6Country code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41553455

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"I didn't trust you from the damn beginning you goddamn APE!"

>The voice ranted from inside the bag as whatever was in there failed to break out of it.

>Yuno's hand tried it's best to grip onto Mokou's, treating it like a stress-ball more than anything else, it didn't hurt a lot it seems like she doesn't possess a whole lot of physical strength.

>Those attuned to the magical arts could tell that several spells were getting cast on the girl, protective ones.


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