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Better Layton Never Thread #67: Passing on the torch Deadpony!rjtGfDeadICountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41562781[Last 50 Posts]

#BLN #Better Layton Never #Ask/Invite #IC

>Somewhere in Silver City, a Powerful Pair of heroes monitor the world which they have so eagerly dedicated to protect over the last few years. An unsung hero and his faithful Awesome Lad ready themselves as an alarm blairs signaling their call to action.


Holly Tolito Thread Man, it's the call to action alarm! It's time for Thread Man and Post Boy to save the world.

...No Post Boy, I'm afraid my time is up.

>The hero looks at the alarm in stern silence. He had only heard this very alarm once before. He knew well what it meant for him and his sidekick.


But Thread Man! You can't say that. This is a job only you can handle.

Post Boy, I have mentored you well over the last year, and never once have I heard you be more wrong then you have been now. It's your turn, boyo. The time has come for you to take up the mantel.

>Post Boy looks at his mentor in shock. Never once since he was adopted by Thread Man after his own parents were killed by The Sager had he heard his hero speak in such a way.


But...But Thread Man! I can't possibly do this on my own! I'm not ready. I still need you. The world still needs you to protect them.

That's where you're wrong, Post Boy. It is true, I have been here for longer then any other Thread Man to date. I alone have carried this mantel for far longer then any who had come before me. But I always knew that my time would come. That eventually that very alarm we hear now would signal my time to move on and make way for the next generation. Such as the previous Thread Men have before me. And now it's you're turn, Post Boy. From here on out, you are the new Thread Man.

>The Awesome Lad looks at the Cloaked Adventurer in disbelief. He can't believe that after all this time his hero would just come out and say such unbelieveable words. But in his heart of hearts he knew them to be true. Such is the inevitable fate of all Thread Men.


I.....I won't let you down, sir.

I know that, boyo. I have trained you well.

>He reaches out to grasp at Post Boy's badly drawn hand. The two stand for a moment in understanding silence. Silently saying their goodbye's as they knew what would come one he left the lair.


Now go! The world needs you..Thread Man.

>Without another word, the new Thread Man rushes off to the Mod Mobile and drives off to face the danger that threatened their world.


Mod speed, Thread Man.....Mod speed.

>The hero closes his eyes as his existence begins to fade from this world. A new day was dawing on the world. He knew the world of Better Layton Never was in good hands.
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>>41562702
>>41562733
>Le'es was sure to have this covered. Even a desk jockey like him could handle one drunken princess. Her friend had to be around here somewhere.

>>41562755
>As he makes his way to the bathroom he has to pass by the chief's office.

>Roll 1d1000 = 328


>Evens he hears a few faint sounds coming from said office. Sounded like someone was fiddling around with something in there.


Chief? You in there? Thought you already went home for the night?

>He approaches the door and begins to open it.

---------------------------------
>Odds he's to much in a not give a shit mood to bother with such things. Sooner he got that girl out of the bathroom sooner he could get over this crap. He pokes open the lady's room and speaks into the echo ridden bathroom.

Hey, if there's anyone accompanying the princess in there, you may want to hurry up. Don't know what she's drinkin but I'm starting to want some myself.

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>>41562758
>Constanze continued to bang on the door to the cupboard, her hits getting stronger and louder as her frown deepened. Just as Ary reached out with her object to open the door, the wood began to make a cracking sound and showed slight signs of splintering. Thankfully, Ary was able to undo the simple latch easily even without her hands, which saved the poor cupboard door from getting beaten to a pulp by a small, angry girl.

>However, the force of Constanze's next punch on the door she had expected to still be closed ended up throwing the cupboard door open wide. The small witch's momentum carried her forward as the door swung open, and she tumbled out, head over heel, a good three feet past Ary.


>She came to a stop on her back, her uniform's skirt fluttering down around her legs. She stared up at the ceiling, silently breathing heavy, her chest rising and falling in quick succession.

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>>41562735

>From the angle Wade was at, all he could see through the window was a wall covered in small screens depicting various locations. Some of these screens had gone to static.

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>>41562733
>>41562755
>>41562783

>The moment she hears Hellboys voice, Bridget can feel her heart racing. She would need to act fast to avoid being caught red handed, but unfortunately, there was no quick way out from where she was standing. Even going through the window wouldn't completely avoid being seen.


< No choice.


>With no options left, Bridget whips out her wand to cast a spell of invisibility on herself. If this place had any magic detection, it may set off alarms, but if she could just avoid immediate detection, it might be just enough for her to get away.


>Roll 1d1000 = 140 Evens, steady hands lead to perfectly timed spell casting.

>Odds, she's out of practice and is slow to cast the spell. Being in full view before vanishing.

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>>41562425

>Koki looks up at the cyborg.


Maybe one of the crates would do for now? I think we have one that's full of uniforms. We probably won't need that one for awhile.

>>41562581

< SL: After destroying one dream planet I have no intention extracting that kind of destruction again.


>This was an unexpected response. At the very least he seemed uninterested in destroying another planet, so that was something of a small relief.


PT: The imps here acted the same way
PT: they only faught back when cornered
PT: otherwise they were trying to get back to the teleporter


>>41562625

>Now there was an idea. If they could destroy the teleporters, then there would be no way for those things to come pouring out again. Sure it would stop her from being able to see the planet they made, but she wasn't particularly interested in visiting anyplace that reminded her of that horrible game.

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>>41562784
>Ary would scream in horror at the small, blue blur of an object burst out of the cupboard with a loud, final bang and roll past her. Just as fast as the outburst happened, Ary would calm down, blinking as she realized it wasn't an alien trying to Siphon her brain out of her skull through a straw, but instead, her younger sister???

What the fu-

>Ary stopped herself from continuing, not being one to swear. Though, that would really show how shocked and confused she was. Not that it'd keep her from staying still for long, quickly dropping her blunt object and rushing over to Constanze side and holding her arms up in confusion


Constanze!? What are you doing here!? How long have you been here? I left the house like a day ago!

...

>There was a very pregnant pause as Ary realized that she was still grounded at this point in time, a punishment that most members of the house hold probably knew about, and had clearly admitted to sneaking out during her time of being grounded. Ary awkwardly looked left and right before looking down at Constanze with a sheepish smile


You...You didn't hear that. We're ya know still at home!

...Just....just....ugh.

>Arys shoulders slumped, her arms hanging to her side as she was found out. Still, her mind went back to focusing on Constanze and her sudden appearance, as well as her being trapped in one of the extra rooms of her time machine. Ary reached down to offer her a hand to stand up

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>>41562626
>Pam didn't say anything or laugh at Mimir's flustered squeak, instead just smiling at her, thinking about just how absolutely cute she was.

>She listened along quietly as Mimir rambled out what she had to say, her interest apparent despite how quickly the other girl spoke, and she absorbed it all quite easily. When Mimir finished, she tilted her head slightly to the side and raised her eyebrows. What she mentioned didn't exactly seem like nothing to her, but she supposed given it was Mimir's job it probably was pretty normal for her.


Hmm... That stuff sounds pretty interesting to me, but I guess I'm not really used to that sort of thing like you are. It sounds like you're really good at your job, though, I'm sure people are happy to have you around.

>As she said that she smiled and gently squeezed Mimir against her side, leaning down to gently nudge her head with her own.


Not as happy as me, of course.

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>>41562806
>Constanze laid there on the ground, still breathing heavily as Ary freaked out over her. The ever-present frown on her face remained there as Ary came into her view, side-ways and somewhat upside-down, and the young girl simply stared up at her older sister. Her face was as impossible to read as ever. She didn't seem particularly angry, at least no more than usual.

>After a moment she finally caught her breath and slowly sat up, pushing herself up with her elbows and hands. She let out a soft huff once she was off her back and she tilted her head from side to side a couple times, audible cracks sounding each time.


>As Ary straight up lied to her face, Constanze slowly looked up at her, green eyes narrowing ever so slightly. Her eyes slowly looked down her arm to stare at her offered hand. After a moment she lifted her hand, looking like she was about to take Ary's and stand up, but instead she pushed it aside and stood up herself, saying only one word before turning and leaving the room.


"Liar."

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>>41562808
>The feeling of deflation from Constanze harsh reaction was fairly visible, not just through her expression but also in Arys hair, her little hair curl on top going limp slightly.

Wai-wait!

>Ary quickly set out to rush infront of Constanze, positioning herself infront of the door and using her limbs to help block her from just going around. Ary took in a deep breath before letting it out quickly


Okay! Okay, I did lie! Sorry!

And I know you're probably mad from being cooped up inside the cupboard forever, sorry!

But you can't just, leave right now. Cause uh.

>Ary looked over her shoulder towards the hallway, before slowly turning to her sister.


...So a lotta stuff happened, and there's sorta an Alien inside here right now, and I don't want you to freak out when you see her, or her freak out when she sees you....not that she would, she's really nice! It's just I was trying to not go home so soon, to try and figure out how to handle this. Plus there's some other things too like some bounty hunters slash security guards from space looking for her and by extension me and these two chicks who were also looking for her who had a giant mech, one of them was pretty hot but they're nice I think! Not I think, they are! They even got rid of the damaged nuke the alien was carrying around before it exploded or gave or more radiation or something along those line, yeah she also had a nuke too BUT! But but but, I just wanted to tell you before you went anywhere just so you're not blind sided and...

>Ary had moved her hands away from the door frame, moving them around to make gestures as if they'd help her explanation. Eventually Ary had just trailed off, awaiting a response from Constanze and hoping that she would understand the situation she was in and half some amount of pitty. Enough pitty to not tell their dad at least, that is.

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>>41562809
>Constanze stopped when Ary got in front of her and blocked her way out. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly before crossing her arms over her chest and staring at her sister.

>Her disbelief was quite clear on her face when Ary started, but as she continued on her angry expression slowly softened as it became clear that she was no longer being lied to. She still looked somewhat angry, but Ary would be able to tell it was more just her normal expression than any actual anger.


>When Ary finished her explanation, Constanze took another deep breath and let it out as a sigh.


"Okay."

>She said after another moment passed, and nodded her head. She moved up to Ary and uncharacteristically gave her older sister a hug.


"Thanks."

>It was over as quickly as it began and before Ary could do anything else to stop her, Constanze slipped past her and out into the hallway of the TARDIS.

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>>41562811
...!?

>Ary seemed fairly confused at the hug at first, not even really giving it back, only trying to be it being too late since it was just a quick one. Ary felt relief, however, understanding that the quick answers and hug were sincere.


S-So you're not gonna tell dad or anyone right?

Woosh...

>Ary relaxed letting Constanze slip past her fairly quickly and easily. Not to let her sister get too ahead of her, she would quickly trial behind her.


How come you decided to play stow away? I would of given you a ride anywhere after...well ya know...

>Ary had been curious! Maybe she just felt like hanging around inside since this is where she was found when she was younger and all. Ary of course, Understanding. Having felt a strange connection to the machine at a young age.

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>>41562813
>As Constanze walked down the hall of the TARDIS, she looked from side to side, casually inspecting the walls as she walked by. Internally she wasn't really paying attention, it wasn't like the walls of the TARDIS were all that technologically interesting themselves. With her one show of affection for the month out of the way, she could now focus entirely on the pursuit of knowledge. She thought she'd start in the main control room, to see if she could make any sense of the complicated technology there, which she saw on the way in.

>She barely registered her sister speaking to her, giving a wordless thumbs up, lifting her hand above her head. She figured she was asking something about telling their dad, completely forgetting that Constanze herself had also snuck out and would just be getting herself in trouble. Plus if she played her cards right, she could probably get out of it without any trouble coming her way at all, leaving Ary to get all of it. She decided to see how her conscience would feel about that when the time came. As far as Ary's other question went, she didn't really have an answer for why she had decided to stow away, and thus didn't bother saying anything.


>After a few minutes of wandering the halls looking for the main control room, Constanze realized that she was basically lost, since she hadn't really been paying attention when she first came on board and just started walking down a hallway. With a sigh she stopped in the middle of the hall and turned to look at Ary.


"Okay. I'm lost."

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>>41562814
>Ary would follow her along, assuming that she had already known where she had wanted to go. It wasn't until Constanze stopped and turned to look at Ary and told her quickly and shortly that she was lost.

Dang....so am I...

>Ary let out a small laugh though, waving her hand dismissively though.


Where do you wanna go?

Guessing not like, dumb places like the sick bay, or the wardrobe?

>Ary tilted her head at Constanze, wondering where she had wanted to go. Though ARys exploration of the TARDIS was limited, and even if she knew what most of the rooms had to offer, she didn't quite know what to make of them or how much potential they might have had. Specifically, Rooms like the Architectural reconfiguration system or that one room with the giant, rotating ball in it. Of course, Constanze could just be trying to get out and check out the planet they were on...and in that case...

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>>41562815
>Constanze waited for Ary to tell her where to go. When she didn't, she sighed deeply and crossed her arms over her chest again, clearly disappointed in her. If she had the TARDIS she would know it like the back of her hand by now.

>After a few quiet moments of silent disappointment of her older sister, Constanze finally realized there was no reason to stay mad about it or they'd just be standing there forever. She uncrossed one of her arms and brought her hand up to rub her forehead while looking down at the ground. After some consideration she looked back up.


"Engine?"

>She asked, her voice slightly but noticeably hopeful. It was of utmost interest to her to see the workings of the TARDIS, figure out how it's complex machinery worked, at least just at a glance. She didn't even need to get into it, she could learn a lot just by seeing it. There was not many things that really caught her interest, so she would do much to get herself in a position to learn more.

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>>41562816
Oh yeah yeah yeah!

Everyone wants to see that room, eh?

>ARy would nod her head quickly, starting to walk along, taking the lead this time around. Though, as she went off in a direction of the TARDIS, she would turn around and walk backwards to face Constanze while also taking the lead.


The alien I have over likes to feed off energy. Or atleast, absorb energy with out needing to actually eat it? The women who I met did give her an energized crystal and she did eat that, but she likes to cozy herself up next to the console of the TARDIS but has yet to actually try eating it i think. Just giving you a heads up cause she'd probably bump into you if you're worming around it a bunch.

....Sure hope the TARDIS doesn't mind...

>The TARDIS did make it clear when it didn't approve of something. Locking Ary out of it when she tried bringing Ada along when she first had a nuke, of course. Rarely had she had it do that though, and it never really seemed to mind her tinkering around with certain inner workings of it. Though, during certain times when she'd cross wires the wrong way, the TARDIS would rumble slightly....


>Ary wouldn't keep Constanze waiting, as she lead her along the halls into the main control room of the TARDIS/entrance. The console theme still the same as the day Ary had first changed it. Freshly mopped floors and dusted off walls, as well as a scented candle, sitting on the actual console in the center. on the wall, there was also the same TV she had, which simply showed a live feed of the planet they were on in space, rotating majestically through space. Ary took several steps towards the stairs near the console which lead down to the subfloor under them


Down here is where most of the more important bits are...A sort of...tight squeeze, but I manage, so I think you should be fine. There is another room below us, but...if things break it's usually broken here and rarely down there.

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>>41562816
>>41562817
>ALso meant to post this, my B

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>>41562817
>Constanze really couldn't say she was all that interested in biology, xenobiology included, but it was still interesting to hear Ary talk about the real live alien that she had found. Her frown was not quite as pronounced as usual and one of her eyebrows remained quirked, giving Ary visual feedback of her interest. They hadn't exactly spent a lot of time together in the years that they had been sisters, but she was sure Ary would know her enough to understand she was interested and not angry at her.

>She did find it odd that Ary was now walking backwards while supposedly leading her to the place she wanted to go, but she was willing to give her older sister the benefit of the doubt despite the fact that she had been just as lost as she was just moments before.


>It turned out that it was a bit misplaced as Constanze was led to the main control room of the TARDIS rather than the actual engine room, but since this was where she had wanted to go in the first place she couldn't really complain. Not that she would. Verbally anyways. But she did reign in her disappointment quite a bit instead.


>Once inside the control room, Constanze stood next to Ary for just a moment, reaching out and patting her arm in thanks. Another small display of affection. But Ary was family, so it didn't drag on Constanze that much. After that she took a few steps towards the main console and stood in front of it with her hands on her hips, surveying the area.


>Her gaze was focused on the technology before her, mainly taking in all the different dials and buttons and levers. None of them were labelled, presumably to make it harder for untrained people to control the TARDIS if they managed to steal it. At that thought, Constanze spared a glance at Ary and reconsidered her for a moment. She was smarter than she acted sometimes, that was for sure. Of course, Constanze wasn't really aware that Ary had trained with an actual Time Lord at some point, so she probably was giving Ary too much credit.


>After a few moments she finally decided to take a break from looking at the console and instead try and see if she could spot this alien that Ary had been mentioning. She started to move around the console, looking underneath it and above it and then finally moving over towards where Ary stood near the stairs down and looked down there for herself.


>There, through the handrail of the stairs down, she was able to make out a vaguely humanoid white shape curled around the glowing power source of the TARDIS, it's mostly-tail body wrapped around it loosely as streams of red flowed across it's otherwise completely white skin. The creature's chest rose up and down slowly as it breathed, though no sound came from it, and it's eyes were firmly closed.


>Constanze looked up at Ary then, a questioning and curious look on her face, pointing at the creature with one hand.


"That it?"

>She asked, voice betraying her slight skepticism. If not for the few oddities of the creature, like the skin, long tail, and completely white appearance, it sort of just looked like a young human teenager in an elaborate costume, the top half of which was barely taller than Constanze herself. Then again, the young witch couldn't really see much of the rest of the body, such as the clawed hands, digitigrade legs, or extremely long tongue and extremely sharp teeth.

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>>41562807
>As the words come out and Pam starts to look like she's pretty confused by all of it, Mimir realizes pretty quickly that in her panic she'd forgotten that most of this is probably extremely foreign to the werewolf.

>Well, as much as she'd like to explain it properly there's something more important to make clear first.


"Ah, the Black Knights thing isn't for wooooo...."

>As important as it is for her to tell Pam that she needs to keep.....that...uh...whatever it was secret....it's starting to get really hard to think as her face keeps getting closer and closer.


<"...Did Pam's lips....always look that...soft? Waitwaitwait! ThatsNotTheQuestionSheShouldBeAskingRightNowWhyIsPamsFaceSoCloseAnywaysIsIsThisAKkkkissIsPamReadyForThatIsSheReadyForThatWhatIfSheScrewsItUpWhatsTheProperWayToKissSomeoneAnywaysItsNotLikeTheresAnInstructionManualStillPamIsHerGirlfriendAndItsNotThatKissingIsntSomethingSheSortOfWantsToDoAtSomePointProbablySoItdBeBetterJustToLetPamKissHerRightButWhatIfItsCrossOrSheDoesItWrongOrAWOREHNFOWARDSLNOWAP..."


>As Pam leans in the petite girl's expression seems to go blank, aside from the blush that looks to be spreading further across her cheeks like an unchecked forest fire.


>Even as her glasses begin to slide down her nose she doesn't reach up to steady them, instead just staring back at the werewolf like she's been frozen in time....or perhaps like a startled squirrel, one of the two.


"..."

...Not that she looks unhappy, she's just not particularly responsive either.

<Not as happy as me, of course.


"....Mmmmm."

>Mimir finally manages to mumble something but even with as close as Pam is it's more of a murmur than anything else.

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>>41562819
>The small gestures that Constanze showed were a much different way to show affection than most people, but after the years of being with her, Ary knew that's just how she was and took it happily, donning a smile at it. Ary for the most part let Constanze walk around and look at the many elaborate switches, levers and buttons on the hexagonal shaped console. Not like Ary expected her to just start pushing things at random and causing some sort of misadventure through that.

Mhmmm! Her, that is. Her names Ada ...Like I said, she's pretty nice. Especially to other woman. I don't know why she is like that or if thats just how her species is like, but it works out.

>Ary would shift her body weight slight as she folded her arms, looking at Ada, who seemed to be sleeping. Ary would also look at the Time Rotor which she was wrapped around, and wondered if the TARDIS would even feel that. It was, to her understanding, one of the more vital parts of the TARDIS. As said before however, it the TARDIS did have a problem with something it was more than capable of showing it, and if Ada had done anything to upset it, Ary would probably find out nearly instantly...at this point, Ary realized that the TARDIS, Neil, Ada, and Constanze were all super silent. Either mute or not very talkative...it's a good thing Ary was a talker most of the time.


I actually don't know what would happen if like, I tried traveling through time or space with Ada wrapped around like that. I don't think whatever energy she absorbs she takes the characteristics of, but like, could you imagine if she did? Time and space traveling alien? Hahaha....ha...But here she is, the TARDIS I mean, least the most important part of it. It's suppose to be one of the hearts, or thee heart, but...

>It was hard for Ary to really pinpoint the what did what in the TARDIS, especially since for the most part she didn't have a guide to this. The Professor had taught her the essentials, how to use it, how not to destroy space and time, how to do basic repairs, but the Professor had seemingly disappeared a few years ago and Ary was never able to find anyone else to help her understand this machine and it's full potential. That was a fairly flimsy foundation for knowledge, she had to admit.


Course you got other systems hooked up to it, Diagnostics, Communications, Navigation....all the other kinds of -tics and -tions...

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>>41562783
>>41562804

>>41562755

"Princess.... aghh... stop, being so limp..."
>Le'es groaned as he took her by the sides of her barrel like you would a dog in a bath, and trying to goat her over towards the front desk staggering as he stood over her. Giving a long reach under her stomach and before her chest and curling his arms up and in, scooping her up to his chest and taking some heavy steps back towards the front desk.

>Giving a glance to the side, down the hallway seeing Hellboy entering the cheif's office and pausing for a moment before looking to Luna again in his arms.

"I'm calling your sister, until then I'm going to need to keep you here."

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>>41562803
>He takes another moment to observe the area through the binoculars, finding nothing new to take into account.

Alright, let's see. I could stay here for a while, learn their routine, find the cracks in it and use my obviously superior super solider skills mastered from years of practice to casually slip by them before making my way through a back entrance, avoiding any possible indoor security as I ascend the obvious staircase and use my mental map to navigate to the room with the light in it and do the entire thing over again on my way out giving Tempest time to secure the truck.......

>He silently waves his hands around as he talks, giving the folks at home a nicely animated demonstration of the plan he had just now come up with on the spot. Only for his hands to drop down as his expression dulls.


or I could just....

>With a firm slap of his belt buckle he teleports across the field of flowers and into the room, granted a few inches above the ground to take the floor into account. He had made his choice, and would deal with the consequences accordingly.

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>>41562805
>>41562625
>>41562581
EB: Well I mean
EB: I guess there'd be no reason not to destroy them
EB: Mean you'd kind of be blocking yourself off from your Alchemiters and getting more grist.
EB: Also you'd lose access to your reward planet
EE: It's a gas giant
EB: A what?
EE: A gas giant.
EE: Essentially it's a massive ball of gas and liquid with no stable surface to traverse on.
EE: As such visiting it would be quite lethal
EE: Soon after our game's completion I sent a drone out to examine it
EE: Suffice to say I have been unable to retrieve it
EB: Oh
EB: Damn that sucks
EB: I'm sorry, guys.
EE: I can honestly deduce that the blame for this does not fall squarely on your shoulders
EE: Nor does the majority of it
EB: That may be the nicest thing you've ever said to me.

>As the chat goes on the cyborg gives Koki an understanding nod. He then goes off to inform the crew of the decisions made thus far.

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>>41562783
>>41562804
>>41562836
<Ahh shiiiiit.

>The window of time was closing. Either Bridget had to leave now or they were screwed. That brought up the question of who'd be screwed more....Bridget could just go "Oppise, I thought this was the ladies room!" But Dom could be charged with fraud....either way, Luna, would do her best to continue being a nuance. Attempting to buy as many precious seconds as she could.


>To do this! She would make sure to keep her body not very easy to handle. Which was easy to do considering the ponys size and how long her middle part was and her legs. Was somewhat like a noodle, having them flop about and her head hang off to the side, only lifting it up to look at Rem in the face, pushing a hoof to his nose


Don't thou DARE! Call my sister!

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>>41562804
>In a world primarily dominated by magic the TPD headquarters would be ready for such precautions. After all it would just defy the use of the building if criminals could come in and teleport their friends out. As such the building was enforced with measures to block out any teleportation magic or any others that could help a prisoner escape. For other types of magic a null collar would be enough to keep magic baring prisoners at bay. But that still led the possibility that someone could sneak in. In cases such as those...

>The alarm begins blaring all throughout the facility. If one wasn't wearing their badge then the use of unauthorized magic would trip the alarm alerting every on sight officer to its use.


>>41562839
>>41562836
>It doesn't take very long for Hellboy to recognize the alarm.

LE'ES! LOCK THE DOOR!

>He shouts out before using his giant rock of a right arm to punch in the door. After all he had heard a noise in here just before the alarm sounded, this would be the best place to start looking.

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>>41562837

>Normally, this would be the part where something goes completely wrong. Like some kind of barrier that prevents teleportation, or appearing in a force field prison, or falling right in to a trap. Surely the mansion that was home to one of three leaders of an entire nation would be secured against technology like that right?


Who?

>Wrong. Above all else, Holweetians respect their leaders and superiors to be obeyed. Most of the time. For MOTHER units however, it's engraved into the Holweetians very DNA to follow their commands and treat them as mortal gods among them. Being a former MOTHER unit herself, Panera felt that there was no need for precautions against intruders.


Who are you?!

>While Panera was indeed hoping for a visitor soon, it came as quite a shock to her to find some human like figure suddenly appearing in her room of televisions.


If you are from Atlus, just do what you came here to do...

>Now inside of the room, Wade would find that it was covered wall to wall in small tv's depicting locations from all around Holweet. Some seemed to be in the middle of conflict against massive airships in the sky, others fighting Animans, a scarce few smoking ruins, and countless more sitting peacefully. At the center was a large console, covered in buttons, switches, and nobs. Panera was alone in this room. Only the light of the tv's illuminating their meeting.

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>>41562836
>>41562839
>>41562840

>The moment the alarms go off, Bridget new she was in trouble. Curse the elders, she should have left while she still had the chance. Not not only was she in big trouble because she chose to go invisible rather than play dumb, but Dom was going to take part of the fall too.


< Think think think!


>Big demon looking guy with a stone hand. Surely she had a spell to deal with someone like this right? An easy way to get out and hopefully grab Dom with her on the way out. If she could just remember!


< Wait, with the alarm going off, it will cover the sound of my footsteps. Maybe i can still get out of this.


>No, there was no way that could work. He was blocking the door and chances of him just walking away from it because of a noise were slim. This guy looked experienced.


< Maybe an illusion spell...


>Bridget starts making her way over to the window and with a flick of her wand, cast a shadow copy of herself wearing her classic catsuit, climbing along the ceiling. The copy flickers into view, mimicking a failing invisibility spell.


< Please chase the fake me.


>If he gets distracted by it long enough, she may be able to break the window for a quick getaway.

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>>41562674
"Seriously, a new thread? My author needs to get his stuff together..."
>Screwball growls as she puts her record player away.

"Oh? We are gonna fight someone?!"

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>>41562858
"Quick! SHINING STAND"

"Oh, right... Dead joke..."

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>>41562857
>>41562840

>>41562839
>>41562836

"Crimity, you are heavy.. sto- princess, please.. you won't get in trouble just let m-"
>Rem turned and looked down the hall, at the blasting of sirens and the alarms of magic use within the station, going off loudly. Turning on a heel and dashing with Luna in both arms gripping her, he had to protect her and put the place into shutdown. Dashing for the front desk to set Luna down behind it somewhat roughly, keeping a hand on her shoulder.

"Princess, stay down here, someone is he- ... eeeeeerr...."

>Toppling forward and with some heavy tired eyes and a drooling expression, and a nicely placed dart with red fletchings in the back of his neck, his tall form crumpled over and would be on top of Luna knocked out nearly instantly at the tranquilizer.


>A small click at the front door was heard and the slow but steady click of small dress shoes on the tile floor entering, and the racking of a pistol. Letting the single shot dart gun drop to the floor, and the 9mm in her hand take it's place.


"Doing it myself then."

>Advancing in slowly with a hand on her gun and a erect stance casually strolling towards the front desk scanning with her eyes.

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>>41562840
>>41562857
>>41562860
nani the actual fuck?

>Luna would say rather quickly. probably the last thing Rem would hear infact as he fell over ontop of her. There was a small sense of panic and dread that washed over her face as she realized that this was not Bridgets doing. I mean, she was a witch, she'd do something more dramatic and fantastic than using a dart gun.


<Ah shit. Aw fuck. Aw dick. Aw-


....oh

>While behind the counter, Luna would scream bloody murder, loud enough for most people in the building to hear it. Hopefully for hellboy to hear it, and more importantly hopefully for Bridget to hear it.


AHHHHHHH!! Help red devil HOOOOmun!!!

>With that, Hopefully it'd bring Hellboy off search for Bridget. Meanwhile, Luna would try her best to try and wiggle out from under Rems body, hoping this would be a quick escape.

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>>41562856
do this.

>Wade would say as his feet pound on the floor as he falls several inches onto it.


Holy shit that worked? No wonder Atlus is kicking your ass.

>He looks around for a brief moment, soaking in the sights. From his expression he either didn't notice Panera or didn't care.


Damn bitch, you live like this?

>He says before finally locking eyes with Panera.


Also rude. Sending me an invite and then demanding to know what I'm doing here. Poor girl was tired as sin when she finally made it to Canterlot.

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>>41562861
>>41562860
>Hellboy could only hope that Le'es was competent to know that the first thing one did in a lock down was lock the doors.

>The "Princesses" calls would have to wait. He couldn't just let this perp get away.

>>41562857
>The illusion wouldn't make Hellboy move from his spot, but it would succeed in drawing his attention.

There you are.

>Hellboy would draw out his gun and take aim.


Get down here before we have to make this uglier then it already is.

>With Bridget examining the window she would find it was made of sturdier stuff then your typical window. The type of stuff that could stop bullets but something larger could likely break through it with considerable force.

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>>41562860
>>41562861
>>41562863

< Good, he took the bait.


>The catsuit Bridget acts as a deer in the headlights for a moment before glancing back and forth between Hellboy and the window.


< ...son of a-


>Examining the window further only compounds the already growing list of problems with this mission. Listing off her resources, Bridget notices the rather large gun the demon looking guy had. It might not be enough to break the window if she could get him to shoot at it, but maybe enough to weaken it? Then she could throw a chair through it or a simple blasting spell to make an opening.


< I see no downside to this plan.


>Catsuit Bridget darts for the window, climbing along the ceiling like a spider. REAL Bridget meanwhile, ducks our of the way. Ready to spring at the right moment.

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>>41562862

>Panera pauses at the intruders strange series of statements. Primarily to process the newly presented information.


Third person reference to Atlus, casually rude rhetorical question, invitation mention, reference to-

>Panera's face suddenly lights up with a sense of joy she had not felt since meeting the adorable dog representative from Anima years ago.


You're from Equestria! Oh creators be praised. I knew she would be strong enough to make the journey, but i was still so worried something happened to her.

>Panera straightens herself out and stands professionally, as though before a congregation.


I apologize for the rude question and following statement. I wasn't expecting anyone from Equestria to come to my home, let alone someone who looked so... human.

>Panera formally bows.


You have my sincerest thanks for receiving Timidglide. But, what are you doing here? I would have thought you'd be with the underground ponies escaping Holweet by now.

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>>41562865
>For the most part Wade would seem to be taking most of this in stride.

Yeah neither did my mother at the last family reunion. But we're not here for my tragic ass backstory.

>He lets her finish without further interruption. His sarcasm deflating as the tone of the conversation gets grim.


Well that's actually why I'm here specifically. Ya see we were kind of lacking a few key pieces of information when I made my way over here. First off being exactly how many Ewuestrians you all had over here. Ship could only hold fifty. If Hawkshaw is as reliable as I figure they should be in the way back to our rendezvous point right now, and be there within the next two days.

Which leads me to my next point of being unaware of exactly how close Atlus is to taking this place. So as you can guess we have to move little over two hundred and fifty Ewquestrians in a very short time frame. Figured someone of your station May be able to help me solve at least one of those problems.

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>>41562866

To be honest, i know very little about the more detailed aspects of the underground. I had no idea they had successfully grown so large in such short of a time. Though before you think me neglectful, the less i know about the undergrounds movements, the better. I am still a machine after all and under the right circumstances, that kind of information could be pulled right out of me.

>She waves her hand dismisevly.


But you didn't ask for my excuses, you came for answers.

>Panera turns around and faces the large console. With a few button presses, the various screens all flicker and reorganize. Now in order from Static, to war zone, to scrambling troops, to peaceful.


Judging from how many stations we've lost so far, i estimate Atlus will be arriving to conqueror this region somewhere between-

...

By the creators, that's a lot sooner than i first estimated even for worst case scenario. Our defenses have barely scratch them, let alone slow down their dominating march.

>Panera holds a hand up to her head as one of the tvs depict a massive skyship pulling into view as Holweetians and Ponies alike scramble to the artillery guns or fleeing the base. In a flash of light, the connection is lost and another tv goes to static.


We don't have two days, we have somewhere between five to eight hours. Thirteen at best, but given what I'm seeing, it's unlikely.

>She slams her fist onto the console, severely denting the metal paneling.


Why didn't that fool listen? We should have been making friends! Not try to conqueror Anima!

>Panera takes in a deep breath and stands upright once more.


No time for regrets, only action...

>She turns back around to face Wade.


You best hope of leaving with as many as possible is with our experimental skyships at the nearby base. I have loyalists scattered all over Holweet, especially in this region. With how little time we have i will be calling on all of them to help in your escape. There are four airships. All with state of the art cloaking systems invented- or more likely stolen. Three of them are combat ready and each could hold maybe 150 each at max capacity. Two of the cloaked combat ready ships should be enough for you to get everyone out. I will try to contact my pilots to stand at the ready and use the two others to divert Atlus' attention. Given how primative out technology is compared to theirs, i doubt they will be actively scanning for cloaked anything.
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>>41562824
>Constanze 'hrmm'ed softly under her breath as she looked over Ada from a distance for a few more seconds. After the time passed she shrugged her shoulders lightly, quickly losing interest, and turned away. Biology wasn't her thing. Meeting an alien was certainly interesting enough, but since it was asleep she had other things on her mind.

>As Ary spoke, she approached the console of the TARDIS and started looking it over, closer up. She still didn't touch any of the buttons or levers, smart enough to know touching things randomly could cause issues, especially with something as finicky and basically alive as the TARDIS.


>Constanze nodded along with what Ary was saying, showing she was paying attention to her and not just the controls. She understood and appreciated the training and information that Ary did have, especially in comparison to herself, who didn't really know anything. However, looking at the controls of the TARDIS, Constanze did feel some kind of familiarity with them, the same way she felt familiarity with learning magic, a kind of natural leaning towards understanding.


>At the mention of the different systems, she looked back up at Ary and raised an eyebrow.


"Where?"

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>>41562868
>Of course, Ary would follow her along, happily of course. Her TARDIS was her pride and joy, taking the time to show Connie was a plus. Also, Ary was being extra about answering her questions in an attempt to lessen her trouble. As Ary was assuming that Constanze would use this against her at some point...again, though, Constanze did sneak out too....but what'd be worse? Sneaking out? Or sneaking out while grounded....to insure they both avoid destruction ...like nuclear deterrence , Ary would simply keep this attitude going.

Less seeee....

There's a reason why the controls here aren't perfectly round, but a Hexagon. There are six main systems in these controls, each were suppose to be operated by a pilot. You got the communications, diagnostics, fabrications, helm controls, mechanical controls, annnnd navigation. Each has a bunch of subsystems in em, that's why there's so many buttons...

>As Ary named each, she would point to the corresponding side of the console. Not clearly marked, but using your imagination, one could guess what was what.


Usually don't need to worry about half of those, but it's still pretty hard trying to make this thing work as smooth as it's suppose to...

Anyways, these are just where you control them. They're hooked up to larger devices on the same floor as the engine room...

>Ary trailed off a bit, mind going back to the lack of personal to help her. Neil was there at times, but it was hard to teach someone how to operate something that she herself was trying to fully learn as well....and to think, the Professor had gone about this herself for thousands of years...it was safe to say Ary had idolized that Timelord, despite the reality that Dom nor the Professor herself, told Ary what kind of a person she really was....

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>>41562869
>At this point, Constanze's mind was so far from the idea of snitching on Ary for sneaking out while grounded that she had basically completely forgot that was the situation they were in. She was too invested in learning about the TARDIS, a focus that would be familiar to anyone who knew her and seen her learning or working on things.

>She watched and listened as Ary pointed out each thing and explained what it was for. She found it quite odd that one person could fly a ship as complicated as the TARDIS when it was meant for eight different people. She supposed that explained why nothing ever seemed to go smoothly when Ary flew it and why it always made that god awful annoying sound. She immediately started to think about ways to make it easier for one person to fly it or a way to program some of her robots to act as co-pilots.


>When Ary finished explaining all of it, she stepped back from the console and looked it over from a distance again, fists on her hips. She would have to take a look at the actual devices under the floor in the engine room at a different time, preferably when there wasn't a sleeping alien down there.


>She looked up at Ary and looked her over with slightly narrowed eyes. She was smarter than she looked but she clearly still had a lot to learn. Constanze herself could probably figure everything out on her own if given enough time and the ability to experiment with the TARDIS. But she'd see if that ever happened.


>With all the information in the control room gone over, Constanze was at a bit of a loss for what to do next. There was a lot to the TARDIS and she didn't have the prerequisite knowledge required to ask about specific things it could do, which frustrated her a bit. She dropped her fists from her side and went over to one of the chairs lining the sides of the room, turning and sitting down in one with a sigh.

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>>41562870
Mmm?

>Ary got a quizzical look on her face from Constanze reaction. Guess she was too busy thinking about the TARDIS and how it works, or possibly some other constructive thought around the time machine.


Lot to take in eh?

>Ary wasn't quite sure if that was what she was feeling, she mostly assumed so because the first time she got to get into the TARDIS and check everything out, was when she was far younger than Constanze. This whole situation simply reminded her of that feeling she had long ago. Odd for someone of Arys age to be so nostalgic of something that happened 8ish years ago.


Mm....

Well hey!

I don't think it's a bad idea for you to hang around and check out the TARDIS when ever you want. Can't stop ya from being curious, and double hey, it'd be better me knowing you're in here than having what happened with the cupboard happen again.

>Ary would look around the TARDIS, atleast the current room they were in, for a moment. It was going to suck being in this ship for hours on end, possibly days, without someone being around. Even if Constanze wasn't talkative or had a single emotion for 90% of the day. Having a sister around from time to time was nice.


Just ya know. Don't take it around for a joy ride. This is my baby~!

>Ary would pat a panel by her side loudly, as if giving it a loving pet. Much how a mechanic would give their prized vehicle a pet.


Oh!

That reminds me, this planet we're on has a lotta neat stuff on it. I think you'd probably like hanging around here a bit...even found myself a car too! Whiiiich you'd probably like too. But that's for later.

Sound like a good deal, Connie?

>Ary would hold out her fist towards Constanze, in the typical bro-fist that.

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>>41562864
>>41562863

>>41562861

>Le'es laid forward and all his weight atop the mare passed out hard. The tranquilizer meant for that of a full size horse, did quick work with making Le'es have a long heavy ten hour sleep.


>Hearing the thrashing and calling out of the mare 'princess' behind the desk, Rico crossed the hallway entrance casually aiming down it as she did with her light steps then focusing back to the desk and behind it. Pointing her gun with a tilted head at the mare.


"You with Bridget?..."
>Slipping the pistol into it's inner jacket pocket holster and giving a good push to the sleeping body over Luna as he limply folded some into the corner off the top of her. Offering out a hand for the mare to take.

"Not the best plan of action if you ask me. We need to get the information and leave."
>She delivered with a good weight of tiredness to it.

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>>41562863
>>41562864
>>41562872
....what the shit?

>Luna blinked a few times as Rico helped her out. Her drunken state had completely gone away as if it wasn't there to begin with! Because it wasn't! Luna didn't accept the hand up, instead seeming fairly confused


Who are you and why do you know Bridget?

Whatever, we had this why are you here?

....I think we had it anyways.

>Luna would hop to her feet quickly with her own will, rubbing her chin as she looked at Rico. unaware of what kind of a sticky situation Bridget was in right now.

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>>41562867
>He looks at the TV Panera holds her hand up to. It was an awful sight to behold as the gargantuan ship looms menacingly overhead. He can only imagine what caused the monitor to blank out as it did.

Even with five that's more time then I thought we had. Even if I fail here those fifty will be promised a better life.

>It would be a minor victory at best. But better then absolute failure.


That's better then what we previously had planned. We'll look to securing them once we destroy the breeding center.

>He says it so nonchalantly even after she had confessed that everything said here could be compromised.


How soon can you make it onto one of the ships?

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>>41562864
>>41562873
>>41562872
>With all the commotion he would remain unaware of the actions in the lobby. His entire focus on securing the suspect in front of him.

I said freeze!

>Despite what Bridget suspected would happen, Hellboy would instead lunge forward, reaching for the illusion with his rock hand. In doing so he would push the desk separating them forward up against the wall. This act would leave the door now exposed if she could dodge out of the way of the desk.

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>>41562880

You're going to what?

>She asks a little surprised.


I was hoping for a less destructive solution, but i suppose there's not enough time for that anymore...

>She pauses at Wades question. Puzzled by the thought.


Oh, you must think i intend to leave... I only said i wanted to escape in my letter to increase the chance some Equestria actually sending help for the underground. People are more likely to believe selfish motivations than good intentions after all. With Altus closing in, my people need me, now more than ever. When they finally conquer us, Atlus will need a willing figurehead to keep the people in check.

>Panera shakes her head.


I will do everything i can from here to help you, but you should leave me behind. Just tell the underground and your leadership there were complications. An explosion, an ambush, or simply tell them the truth. Whatever you feel is the right thing to do, just do it.

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>>41562872
>>41562873
>>41562881

< Oh sh-


>Completely caught off guard by seeing the demon guy straight up charge at her shadow copy, Bridget failed to move in time and is violently pinned against the wall. Unable to keep quiet any longer, Bridget cries out in pain.


AURGH!

>Having now completely lost focus, her shadow copy vanishes and her invisibility spell fades. Not only was she pinned, but in serious pain.


>Roll 1d1000 = 391 Evens, flicks her wand and releases a concussive blast to Hellboy to keep him back.

>Odds, she lost grip on her wand as it fell on the ground.

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>>41562873

>Rolling her eyes and keeping her hand outstretched in her monotone manner. Letting her shoulder go limp and dropping her hand when the pony refused to take it, moving it to her hip and exposing a pair of small handheld red and yellow canisters with pins. Aiming her pistol in a sharp reaction to the yell of pain that came from the office down the hall.


>Shooting a quick look to the pony then turning for her to follow or leave, taking up the corner of the hallway and aiming down, slowly and steadily moving her way down the left of the hallway against the wall, pistol ready. Luckily along the way spotting the room and it's door labeled 'Server Room'.


>Looking back for one moment before turning and giving a breaching kick to the server room door, assuming it would be locked.


Roll 1d1000 = 627
Evens- She connects right where needed having done it far too many times before, and the door opens wide and exposes the server room.
Odds- It's a new door... maybe it's French or something... hits the wrong spot, and her heel simply sticks in with the impact making her stagger back to the middle of the hallway.
>>41562884
>>41562881
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>>41562883
What you've done to my people is unforgivable. I'm not about to leave Atlus with the tools to do the same.

>any hint of humor retreated from Wade's tone. His usually expressive mask now hiding what lay beneath with an almost menacing fashion.


I also promised someone you two would see Canterlot together. And as much as the idea disgusts me I'm a stallion of my word.

>It was a rare moment where Wade was so furious that he didn't even try to hide his true feelings with jokes. It took all he had to divert his gaze from Panera least he burn her with murderous intent.


>Now with the evidence presented to him on the various screens he saw there was no way to delay the march of Atlus outside of direct intervention. Any option available to him would also risk Equestria's exposure on Atkus's radar. Even with an entire ocean between them they couldn't risk going to beat with such a technologically superior force. Five hours was all they had for better or for worse.


We're getting the underground ready to move. We'll work on getting them transported to the airfield as quickly as possible. Is there anything you can tell me about the breeding center?

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>>41562886

...You say that as though the slave trade in my country was all up to me. If it was my choice, we would have never started it in the first place. Any country that adopts slavery is weak, and deserves to be conquored by a more capable nation. All of my slaves were gifted to me. A tradition here that the head of economics receives a sample of every harvest or product. Every single one i sent straightway to the underground for the chance to be free. To help others be free.

>Panera recomposes herself and sighs softly.


Not that I'd expect a neophyte like you to understand. You wouldn't know what it's like to live under a dictatorship. To see the country you love directed on the whim of a single individual. I took this position because i thought it would be a chance to change my country from the inside. I was getting so close to convincing the Immortal Leader to disband the slave trade when Commander Baxter started the war with Anima.

Judge me however you will. Take me to your leaders, imprison me for life, execute me, leave me to be crushed under Atlus. I will repeat myself when i say, Do whatever you think is right.

>Panera turns away from Wade and faces the tv screens.


Everything i knew about the breeding center, i already gave to the underground. I am not made for combat, so if it be your will that i go with you, then i will not stop you. I will be at the base when it's time for takeoff...

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>>41562885
Allll right. Good talk.

>Luna said in a sarcastic way. Never really a fan of the quiet types in these sorts of situations. Lunas ears would perk up at the yell of pain along with Ricos reaction. The dark pony would follow along Rico for a moment, until she decided to try a door


....

>Try a door. Try to door. Luna raised an eyebrow before continuing on down the hall quickening the pace


Well I'mma go on a head!

>He already knew Bridget was in trouble. Hard to not figure that out since the alarms goin off, Hellboy hadn't come back despite her screams, and now there was also screams of pain coming about. Luna was trying to figure out which room that she was in, which one had the commotion going on in it...Atleast he knew where she was not! Thee bathroom!

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>>41562887
>No matter how high up you went, there was always a bigger fish. It would seem that Holwheet was no different. A part of him already knew there would be other victims in this government besides his own people. But another part wanted him to believe they were all bastards. Maybe if just to make things easier.

.....Timidglide will be greatful.

>He drops the name of the mare responsible for this development as a half baked way to deflect his own rage. To remind himself why it was even in the cards to bring her along in the first place.


If we don't have any way to slow down Atlus we'll only have five hours to work with. The longer we take after that the more at risk we are to Atlus coming in and getting in our way.

>He turns his back toward Panera as he pushes up his sleeve to look down at his watch. He had to alert HQ of the change in the plan on his way to rendezvous with Tempest.


If there's nothing else to discuss I should head out on my way.

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>>41562884
What the?

>He opens his hand as the illusion vanishes only for the real Bridget to make herself seen. Looking to the side he would spot the wand on the ground and put two and two together.


Dang it! Fell for the oldest trick in the book.

>He keeps the desk where it is and reaches over to stomp on the wand.


Don't know what you're up to but if you had to sneak into the chief's office it can't be anything good.

>He puts his gun away only to pull out a pair of handcuffs to restrain her to one of the filing cabinets close by.


Now stay here while I go collect your-

>>41562888
>>41562885
>He stops mid sentence as he hears the unmistakable sound of a boot meeting a door.

What the hell?

>He pulls his gun back out and steps out into the hallway to see Rico kicking down the server room door just down the hall.


Hey! What do you think you're doin!?

>He shouts out before training his gun on her as a warning. Looking off to the side he would see the unsurprisingly now sober "Princess" not to far away.


Both of you put your primary appendages up.

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>>41562891

>Panera says nothing further to Wade. She stands quietly, watching the tv screens as yet another one turns to static. She had said all she felt was needed, for now she could only wait for the time to move. At the very least, she can look forward to seeing Timidglide again.


What the? We didn't receive word about a truck did we?

>From just outside, Wade would be able to hear the guards outside begin chattering as the squeaking gears of an escort truck pull up to the front gate.

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>>41562885
>>41562888
>>41562893

>Despite the weight and pressure from Hellboys boot, it would not be enough to break the wand. The moment he stepped on it, the wand would retract into it's more portable form of a small cylinder. Bridget continues to groan in pain trapped behind the desk as she is handcuffed to the file cabinet. It had been so long since she had been genuinely caught that feeling the cold steel on her wrists was almost, comforting in a way.


< Heh, i guess that's the little ponies assassin come to finish me off.


>Getting out of cuffs was no problem normally, but in this situation, she was in far to much pain to push the heavy wooden desk back. Neither did she have a proper escape route. Despite all that, she hoped that Dom did the smart thing, and bail out once the alarms go off.

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>>41562895

>>41562893
>>41562888
>Going wide eyed for a moment and turning her head side long to the sight of the large red demon officer and his huge pistol trained on her in her current back heavy foot stance.

<Shit... figures.

>Hopefully he didn't see she had a gun in one hand yet, and .. damn, gonna need make or break it. Extra 200K for having to kill two cops prolly would be a nice request in addition.

"Woah! Okay okay.. this isn't the princess, it's an impostor, she is attacked your officer in the fro-"
*ZIP ZIP ZIP*

>Leveling her arm up from her hip and training in on the red demon and his huge form center mass, and squeezing off three shots rapidly as she could letting her back foot slip out and falling back to drop just behind the tall blue pony alicorn to cover some of her torso at least.


Roll 1d1000 = 675
Evens-
The three smaller 9mm suppressed rounds connect center mass with the officer as she falls back and scoots, hiding her torso some behind the standing pony. Pistol trained just along the side of the alicorn on the red giant still.

Odds-
The three shots go just wide, passing just over his shoulder and head into the door frame and wall, her fall backwards for cover and the rush of her shot throwing her off as she lands on the tile floor a bit harder than intended.

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>>41562893
>>41562895
>>41562896
Oh hohohoh screeew youuu..

>Luna said to Rico, sitting on her flanks at the sight Hellboy coming out. Maybe if she was able to have some time and warning, she could have tried talking her way out of it...but clearly it was past that. Lunas ears would go up at the sound of Rico starting to shoot.


Yer a bad shot too!

>Luna said, but seeing as things were going to get worse right now, Luna looked between Hellboy and Rico quickly before sprinting off towards Hellboy


Scuuuuuse me!

>She said, hoping that Hellboys focus would be solely on the armed woman firing at him, and not on the unarmed pony. She'd also hope that Hellboys reaction to gunfire was to dodge out the way, and Luna would use the opening to slide on through the door into the office where Bridget was assumingly in.

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>>41562895
>>41562896
>>41562897
>The bullets would miss their mark. All except for one which would graze the side of Hellboy's rocklike forearm. Whatever it was made of bullets would obviously not be enough to cut it.

Yeah, thanks for spelling out what I already managed to figure out.

>He would open fire on the human but the pony was getting a little too cocky for its own good.


S'cuse me, "Yer majesty".

>He reaches over to grab at "Luna" with his rock hand.


>Roll 1d1000 = 93


>Evens he manages to FIRMLY GRASP IT and pin her to the wall.


How about you show me what you really look like? Ya know, make it easier for both of us.

>If odds, player's discretion.

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>>41562894
Sounds like my ride's here.

>Wade makes his way back to the window to peek out from the side. He hovers his hand over his teleporter belt for a brief moment.


......

>He takes a deep breath. A part of him wanting to kick himself for what he was about to do.


...I know a thing or two about failure. I know it eats you up inside thinking you could have done more. But for what it's worth it seems you did all you could.

>He turns his eyes over to Panera.


...Thank you.

>He presses on the buckle to pop into the passenger's seat of the transport truck. Quickly slipping into pony form to slide down into the bottom.


You'd be surprised how often I've said this to a mare. But pretend I'm not here.

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>>41562896
>>41562897
>>41562898

>After hearing the shots fired and Hellboys attempt to grab Dom, Bridget already strong feeling of urgency grows ever stronger.


< If i can just reach my wand


>Bridget struggles against the weight of the desk against her body. If he could push it away just enough to get free, she could slip out of her cuffs and grab the wand. Then all of their problems will be solved!


>Roll 1d1000 = 627 Evens

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>>41562899

>Tempest almost didn't notice Wade teleport into the passenger seat as she was more preoccupied with keeping an eye on the guards and looking out for Wade.


Where is-

>The moment he speaks, Tempest sharply turns towards him. Her horn sparking and forming a glowing green ball of magic. Ready to fire off in an instant.


Oh!

>While her body physically relaxes after realizing who it is, the magic buildup in her broken horn takes time to diffuse. The process appearing to cause Tempest pain.


Don't surprise me like that. I almost turned you to stone.

>The inside of the truck cabin appeared to be built for use by Equestrians. The seats and driving mechanisms all placed in positions comfortable for their shape. Tempest quickly puts the truck in gear and speeds off just as the manor guards started shouting at them to stop.


Did you find what you were looking for?

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>>41562906
>>41562898
>>41562897

<How did I miss that... he's only twelve feet away....


>Laying on her back still, realizing her cover of a pony just charged up and he went to grab her, Rico only had a few moments to back out and try a new... or close with and engage.


>Ugh... doubt this gun could do much to him, close with, engage vitals, get to Bridget.


>Rico kicked her knee up to her shoulder and rolled back over her head to a kneeling position, leveling her pistol with both hands gripping and advancing on the large red cop rapidly, trying to hug the right wall and keep some of Luna between him and her.


ZIP ZIP ZIP

>Firing a trio of rounds as she charged and would go for a duck and slide of sorts past his right, pulling her lower back belt held boot dagger and slicing for the side and back of his knee as she passed.


Triple Tap-
Roll 1d1000 = 463 Evens
Evens- She is able to better train her weapon while on the move with both hands on now, and lands the trio in a tight grouping center mass.
Odds- Something is just off, maybe these new night sights weren't a good idea. The shots pull right some, barely passing over Luna and over Hellboy's shoulder.

---

Tac Slide Slice
Roll 1d1000 = 812 Evens
Evens- Sliding past and taking the dagger out backwards in her hand, giving a solid punch past his knee and dragging the short blade through his knee and across the back.
Odds- Damascus Steel? Pfft... what a rip off, spose to be full tang rolled damascus... aside the tip, the blade just wasn't very sharp really. It slides roughly across his knee but doesn't cut.

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>>41562898
>Luna would slip through Hellboys grip quite effectively. The pony was quite slender and noodle like, only escaping by quite literally the hair on her tail.

Thanks boss!

>She'd say in a bit of a cheeky tone, doing a little pose as she stuck the landing from the dive out of his rocky grip.


>>41562898
>>41562906
>>41562908
H-Hey what are you even doing!? Stop using me as a ponysheild!

>Luna said to Rico, puffing out her cheeks After all the move the move she pulled to keep Hellboy sandwiched between them...Luna also didn't really appreciate the whole human shield thing Rico was doing. But she was the only one doing some offense here...


uhhh

>Luna quickly snapped out of it, quickly going to Bridget and pushing the table out of the way, using her head and all four of her hooves to help her pushing along.


Whats say we get out of here asap, yeah?

>Small window of time right now, especially given that Hellboy will likely try something here. Luckily, Luna knew just how quick Bridget was at getting out of handcuffs.

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>>41562907
That's my secret ponytail.

>He waits for them to leave before slipping up into the seat. His face hidden by his hat as he covers up as much of his outfit as possible with the extra layer.


I'm always rock hard.

>He lets the aura of the joke settle before answering her question.


Almost everything. I now know we only have five hours before Atlus arrives at this city. Maybe eight but in these cases relying on the larger number is typically a bad idea.

>He pulls down in his hat. Leaning on the side to cover himself from the side. But also to let himself rest a bit.


Also learned that Holweets been a naughty boy in more then just unnecessary invasions. Got four experimental flying ships ready to roll. Will only need two of them to hold everyone left in the underground as well as whoever's in the breeding center. Panera will meet us there when it's time to take off.

>He pauses for a moment before taking a brief sigh and slumping his forelegs down to his side.


Also learned a bit about pushing aside my general bias but that's kind of in the optional quest-line category.

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>>41562908
Gah! Son of a- NGH!

>The bullets would wiz right past Hellboy with minimal annoyance. But when the knife makes contact he can feel the stinging sensation behind his knee. It wouldn't keep him down but it stung like a mother hubbard.


Alright that's it.

>This time he extends his more normal looking hand holding his almost comically large revolver. Taking aim at Rico he would fire off two shots in her direction.


>Roll 1d1000 = 504 Evens

>Roll 1d2 = 2 bullets hit.

>>41562909
>>41562906
>It was becoming clear that the blonde was the real muscle behind the operation. If he could take her out quickly the other two should be easy enough to take down.

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>>41562910

>Tempest slowly pulls the truck to a stop in the middle of nowhere and slowly turns to face Wade. She doesn't say a word after his terrible pun, but simply stares at him in silence.


...

>Once she feels it has set in, she continues on as Wade speaks up once more.


Five hours is no time at all. I'll have to inform the unicorn escorts to begin teleporting. The strain will leave them useless if we find ourselves in a fight. Though my intel says differently about the airships, i would trust Panera's word most.

...

Did you say Panera was coming with us?

>She asks with interest

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>>41562908
>>41562911

< Oh great, more gunshots. What kind of an assassin just walks into a police station? Shouldn't she be using a sniper rifle?


>>41562909

>The moment Dom enter the room, Bridget lets out a sigh of relief.


You have no idea how happy i am to see you right now, but why didn't you leave the moment things went south?

>With the table finally out of the way, Bridget can breath a little easier and with a quick pop, dislocates her right thumb and pulls her hand free. The cuffs dangling from her left wrist. Wasting no time, Bridget immediately scoops up her wand. Her right thumb dangling uselessly for the moment.


Don't have to tell me twice! Stand back.

>Since it didn't matter how much noise she made now, she holds up her wand to the window.


Shatterpoint!

>With a wobble of magic, she shatters the window into thousands of shards of glass. Finally, an easy way out. Now with nothing in their way, she could teleport them to some far off rooftop... or she could take advantage of the demon cop being distracted to get a look inside the desk.


>Roll 1d1000 = 353 Evens, Bridget grabs Dom around the neck and flicks her wand. "Teleport!" and in ans instantly appear on a far off rooftop. The police station just barely still in view.

>Odds.... "Hang on, i need to see what's in the desk!" Bridget holds up her wand and breaks the desk drawers open for a quick peek inside for anything of worth.

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>>41562925
I've done more with less.

>A lie he told himself. Perhaps there was a time where he thought he was the baddest dude on the planet. But after running with Wayne Manor and essentially being a meat shield as they went against gods he knew better. At least here he was back in his element. And he was even still getting paid.


I made a promise to Timidglide. Personally I trust a politician as much as I would a scalper but I couldn't say no to that face. After the two see Equestria together it'll be up to Celestia to decide her fate.

>He wishes he could predict the outcome of that meeting but he honestly had no idea what would happen. After all politics was beyond his understanding outside of what could cause a war. Sometimes it was something as simple as leaving a pen after shooting someone in the face.

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>>41562911

>Wow, this wasn't going at all well... why was there a demon as a cop in this station. All she'd seen come and go were humans, a pair of girls, ... but this guy was here. And she was entirely off her game, and it seemed the two who needed to escape, were they escaping? Maybe, no time to check.


<That's blood... that's a lot of blood. And pain... and lack of feeling...


>Down on one knee and the other to her chest, doubled over with a open hand on the floor and the other clutching her knife still, the pistol having scooted to the side some. Rico had two large caliber holes through her center. Just under lung and heart but just barely above most of the vital stomach organs. She wasn't in good shape. And chances of getting all the fragments of that hand cannon out were low.


< She didn't fail did she? Ouch... sure feels like it.


<Well... hopefully the camera's are so old as they look and weren't recording or the old data hold is ancient anyways. Time to leave.


>Reaching to her gut with her free open hand and then taking hold of the thermite grenade on her belt while keeled over to obscure her movement. She pulled the pin with her thumb and then gave it a light throw over her shoulder at the rough angle where Hellboy might still have been behind her. Scuttling forward as best she could into a sort of rapid low crouch holding her gut.


Roll 1d1000 = 180 Evens Don't fail me now.
Evens-
The Grenade floats gracefully over her shoulder from the obscured way she was bent over kneeling, and right at Hellboy's chest to bounce off and detonate in a bright, loud hissing, miniature burning sun that would land just before him and start sputtering and sparking and growing like a slower motion explosion burning hot enough to melt steel slowly.
Odds-
The grenade's spoon doesn't disconnect and let the primer hit soon enough, flying up and bouncing lightly off Hellboy's shoulder and rolling down his back, the spoon kicking and the grenade going off in it's sun like way in the middle of the office between Hellboy and the door, and Bridget and 'Luna'.

>>41562926
>>41562909

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>>41562871
>Constanze did not, in fact, have much trouble taking in everything about the TARDIS. She felt like she got the basics of it pretty well. Sure, she didn't know how it worked, and that did bother her, but she didn't really have much issue with things so far. That was just how her mind worked.

>She sat up a bit when Ary mentioned that she didn't mind if she hung around the TARDIS with her, seeming to cheer up a bit at the prospect. But the mention of her prior predicament of being trapped in the cupboard made her scrunch her face up and frown at the memory of being trapped there. For something known for being 'Bigger on the inside', the TARDIS sure did have a lot of small places to get stuck in.


>She dropped the expression when Ary moved on and mentioned the planet they were on. She had almost forgotten that the TARDIS had traveled while she was trapped, despite the addition of the alien. The idea of exploring it was interesting. Constanze liked adventure. She liked exploration. It wasn't all knowledge and mechanics and making stuff with her, she liked to go out and see new places, meet new people, and so on. But she was still pretty young, so she didn't get much chance to do that. But since Ary was older, she could go with her.


>For the first time since getting free from the cupboard and spending time with Ary, Constanze smiled, especially at her nickname. She stood up from the seat and nodded her head.


"Sounds good."

>She said and met Ary's fist with her own.

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>>41562926
Don't worry bout that! Gotta go now!

>Dom said, in response to her question. Course it a simple answer. Plus, he was sort of having fun. With the glass broken Dom felt a bit of relief at having an exit ready. At first he'd thought they'd have to try rolling about between Hellboys legs.


Alright lets go-wait what are you doing!?

>Dom was dumbstruck at Bridget action.


>>41562911
>>41562926
>>41562957
>The loud bang would cause Lunas ears to fold flat on her head, and the flashing lights would put her in alarm.

Oh fuck this.

>Luna quickly grabbed Bridget by the waist, and started to drag her along through the window as quick as he could!

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>>41562958
>Ary let a content sigh escape from her nostrils. It was going to be nice having a sister around during things like this. Her imagination ran a bit wild though, already wondering about getting the rest of the family onboard with this, and having a fun little family road trip across time and space. Maybe getting a second home here to move in? Nah. That wouldn't work. AS quickly as the thought came along, she had dashed it away with remembering that their dad had worked rather hard to build that ground up with his own two hooves. Of course, he had friends to help, but those friends were long gone by now. In anycase, the thought didn't deflate Ary as she seemed rather excited.

Ooooh~

This is going to be so much fun, hadn't had much sister bonding time with you in a while!

>Ary probably had been getting ahead of herself there. NEver the less, Ary would bounce up to her feet


You know! I say we do that! Go check out the town and have a nice day together.

....hopefully, you know, we don't run into any mercs.

...or homeless men....

......or small....angry...children...

>Ary had thought about Monello for a split second, but running into her would be rare, she assumed...kind to think of it, Connie was like her. Small, angry...just not nearly as talkative or as young. Ary would soon sprint off, to get dress.

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>>41562935

>Tempest nods in agreement.


A good policy to have for their kind. Despite it all, i do hope that she will not be charged too harshly. To end the life of a MOTHER Unit is to commit genocide.

>Tempest pulls the truck up to what looked like a ranch with a large luxury building in the center. She pulls the truck to a stop a short ways off from the main entrance to the property. Scanning the area she turns the truck off.


We are here. Looks like Hawkshaw and his team have already eliminated the exterior guards. They are likely waiting for us before moving on inside.

>Tempest removes two small stone tablets from her pack and sets one down on the driver seat as she exits the vehicle. The other she keeps on her. Should Wade happen to glance at the tablet on the seat, he would see Trixie's cutie mark with a # symbol stamped on it.


Once we have gathered the willing inhabitants, i will use this teleportation tablet to return here and bring the truck around.

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>>In an empty warehouse somewhere in town.

>Cozy Glow looks over at an old dusty clock barely hanging off of the barren wall.


"...Mokou, do you have a watch by chance?"

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>>41562969

>Hands in her pockets, idly looking at some of the old warning painted on the wall and labels of long gone stock. Giving a sidelong glance to Cozy then to her wrist.


"Uhh... no."
>Lowering her arm back into her pocket deeply and turning to face Cozy, wondering why they were waiting in the big empty warehouse again.

"I should buy one then..?"

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>>41562970
>She sighs
"No... Um, well that's on you if you want to"

"Why did I forgot my pocket watch?"

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>>41562969
>>41562970
>>41562971
>A chuckle would ring out in the warehouse. A figure would stride towards the pair. Tall and slender, in a well pressed suit. One hand glinted metal. Skin almost bone white, and a glint of blonde hair from out under his hat. His eyes couldn't be seen by seemingly a shadow casted by his eyes.

I assure you I'm on time.

>he'd say in a cheery tone with an unshakable smile.


And I can give you the time, if you'd like.

>He'd present the arm with the human hand and a holographic watch would appear over his wrist.

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Flying at a gentle glide over the rooftops of town, making way for one of the more, clean parts of town. The large grey and black hippogriff idly looked side to side for the building that was described to him by the lioness riding on his back.

"Listen, I have a place we can crash for the night again.. we can actually pull out the bed in the couch for ya this time even aight... ... I get it, my place sucks. Sue me."

>Shaking his head some looking forward again as they glided looking for the backup apartment his new friend said she had.

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>>41562972
"Oh Golly, no need, was more for my own curiosity than anything."

>The small pink pony replied. She fluttered over to him, motioning to him to have a seat next to an old folding table.


"Mister Manny I presume?"

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>>41562972
>>41562971

"I might.. I'm not really getting paid so.. if you have a spare, I'll take that I guess....-"
>Looking to the right at the slender, smiling man who approached. Hands going a little tense but staying in her pockets and keeping her current look and stance. Tired and lazy.

>She would hold any comment and just watch Cozy.

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>>41562974
Yes.

>the cheerful voice would reply. But it didn't come from the figure before them. Another figure came into view. He looked exactly like the first. Both approached the table. The second one took the seat. The first would lean on the second's left shoulder with one hand.


Manny the Many, at your service.

>Both spoke this time, but not at the same time. They alternated between each word, without pause or delay. As if spoken from a single mouth, rather than two.

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>>41562973
>Cait held on tightly as they soared through cool night air. It had been a rather crazy three nights to say the least, the small tigress never thinking to herself that she would fine someone she kind of enjoyed being around, especially considering how they met each other. Though it wasn't at all redemption by any means, this surely was a new change for her.

"Anything was better than that damn church"
>She said with a chuckle.

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>>41562976
>Gozy Glow was speechless from the little demonstration.

"...Um, are there any more of you?"

>She asked while rubbing the back of her neck.

"Gee Golly, I don't think we brought enough chairs if there are"

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>>41562977

"Oh really? .. you seemed to really dislike my place though.. eh, whatever. I'm looking for that apartment complex, I don't see it.You sure it's in this part of town?"

>Continuing to glide along for another moment.

"You hungry or something, I need to take a break for a bit. You're too heavy~"

>He gave a sidelong look back over his shoulder to Cait at his remark, rolling his eyes and starting to descend down to an empty, mostly, sidewalk. Giving a few slow heavy flaps of his wings.

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>>41562979
"I mean, it was a dump... But the worst dump I've been in"
>She said with a shit-eating grin.

"Haha, haha! Careful when your jugular is within in my reach bird brain, and I am not sure how many times I told you this the place I was at burnt down from some... Some..."
>Cait scratched her head, her memory seeming to have a rather sizable gap in it, likely a side-effect from the trans-dimensional shift.

"...Actually, I cannot remember how that place burnt down now that I think of it."

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>>41562978
>The pair would laugh in the same alternating pattern.

Oh no, it is just me.

>Both would point to themselves and say "me" together. And maybe it was just an echo, but it sounded like there could have been a third more distant "me" . . .


>The two lowered their hands. The sitting one lacing his fingers together in his lap, the standing one's free hand resting on his hip.


A pleasure to meet such an entrepreneuring youngster.

>the sitting Manny would say.

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>>41562980

"Don't give me empty promises now with those little paw pads."
>He chuckled back and gave another semi concerned look. The way she sort of just, was wandering around alone at night when he picked her up. She remembered some but the last few days prior were sort of a blur to her for some reason. If her memory came to fully it'd be great but for the time being, she was fun and refreshing to have around. Accepted his humor and attitude.

"Yeah... well, I'm getting us some food then til we figure out where we're going."

>Letting his wings fold in and dive bombing down the last 30 yards and flaring out his huge air brake like wings with a jolt and rapid glide forward, digging his talons in and scooting his hind hooves across the sidewalk for a few feet and relaxing, letting his wings fold in and rolling his neck some, fishing out his hat from his saddle bag and dawning it with a pap.

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>>41562926
>>41562959
>in a brief moment Hellboy would look over at the two attempting to escape.

Hey! I told you two to stay where you-

>>41562957

>just as he points his gun to ready a warning shot he feels the grenade bounce off his side. He looks down at it as his mood obviously sours


....aw...crap...

>The explosion wouldn't harm him much but his coat and equipment would take the brunt of the power. He drops his now useless gun as he pats off his coat where he can feel the flames.

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>>41562981
>Cozy couldn't shake the feeling there were still more of them elsewhere in the vast warehouse. There would be a brief pause before she spoke.

"...Right, well from what my scout tells me, you have some potential to become a valuable asset for my little business venture here, what kind of skills do you have?"
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>>41562982
>Cait had thick skin so she didn't mind the razzing, all for as long as he didn't try to eat her again.
"Do I need to remind you again how sharp they really are?~"
>She said while giving him a playful poke.

>She held on tightly as he dove to the ground, the pair soon landing nearby a familiar corner. As soon as they came to a complete stop, she leapt from his back, her little light-up shoes flashing to life as she landed on the pavement. For how much she hated wearing children's clothes, she did have a soft-spot for the light up kicks regardless of how impractical they were.


"Oh hey, I know this block, we're close to my old apartment. There should be a stake house nearby here."

>She said while digging around in her pockets, a relieved smile soon appearing on her face when she felt she had a few bits left.

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>>41562985

"Cruisin for a bruisin and another couple cowlicks aren't ya."
>He gave a heavy grin and furrowed his brows looking down to the side at her as she hopped off. The little light up sneakers giving him a small smile and chuckle under his breath. Looking back outwards and down the street either way then the other two ways. The remains of some apartment building that was in the process of being fully bulldozed and cleared out. Old blast and scorch marks on the perimeter wall and in the large yard. Much of the rubble burnt to a crisp and charred.

>Eyeing it for a few moments extra before snapping his attention to Cait.


"Steak house huh? Lead the way. I'll pay."
>Giving her a small light push with the back of his talon to the upper half of her back.

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>>41562986
"You got the last two duder... I didn't just rob a bank to lose it all in a house fire..."

>She chuckled to herself as they continued along

"Besides~ Pretty sure the owner is gonna give it to us on the house"

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>>41562968
>Wade does so and recognizes the symbol on it almost immediately. Though he wasn't personally involved with them for very long he knew enough of the Trixie clones to know of their origins.

And here I thought I was unique.

>He says tapping on his belt buckle before slipping out of the truck, closing the door as gently as he could.


>Looking around the place was disgusting in and of itself. The entire place looked like where someone would keep livestock. Though something told him the conditions inside were even less favorable.


I didn't come here to leave ponies behind. You may have to stop me from dragging them out kicking and screaming.

>He lifts up a foreleg to look down at his watch. Time was moving and it was moving fast. They would have to do this with maximum effort if they wanted to make it to the airfield in time. He knew he would have to contact HQ about the change in plans. Hopefully he would be able to find time before they took off to give decent time.

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>>41562987

"Alriiight then. I won't argue it."

>Smirking some with his speed walking a fair bit slower than his normal stride so Cait wouldn't have to hasten to walk with him. Catching the slightly odd look or just surprised quick peek at the two of them. Hippogriffs not the most common of sights still.


>Looking over to Cait and tilting his head some at her statement on free food.


"Oh, so you got this one because it's free.. I see how it is. Murder hobo~"

>Giving a short chuckle then coughing.

"But really.. wwwwhy would it be on the house?"

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>>41562989
"Think about it, the apartment building down the street just burnt to the ground and I came here frequently in the short time I live there."

>She said with a shrug.

"Not banking on it, but I noticed how sickeningly sweet some of these people are, I would not be surprised if they offered us a car with desert..."

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>>41562984
Oh, many many many.

>The sitting Manny would reply.


I'm versed in many forms of combat and light weaponry. I've completed 68-

>He'd pause for a moment as he was just finishing a job.


69 hit jobs successfully. As a bodyguard, I'm quite valuable. Many boast about how an enemy will never get a shot on you, but I doubt they'd be willing to repeatedly step in front of the shot to save you.

>He'd say with a smile.


I'm a great negotiator. Despite the age old saying, messengers have a nasty habit of being shot. With me, there is always more me to replace me in "business" transactions you believe a bit risky to attend.

>the standing Manny would now speak.


I'm also fine tailor, all my suits are hand made.

>he'd say gesturing to himself.


If you like my style, I'm happy to supply.

>Manny could mention his "medical" knowledge, but found very few enjoyed his augmentative surgery method.
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>>41562959
>>41562957
>>41562983

>Just as Bridget is about to search through the drawer for whatever goodies may lie inside, she feels herself being forcefully pulled away.


No wait! I could still get more!

>Bridget struggles to fight against the pull, but when pitted up against the strength of a horse... there wasn't much she could do. In the chaos of the moment, Bridget attempts to reach out and grab whatever she can from the drawer as she is being pulled away. Completely losing grip of her wand in the process.


>Roll 1d1000 = 181 Evens, successful nabbing of whatever is in the secured desk drawer!

>Odds, Nothing but air

>Regardless of roll, Bridgets hybrid wand falls from her grasp and bounces along the floor as she and Dom escape out the window.


Let me go! There's still more i know it!

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>>41562988

>Tempest looks Wade sternly in the eyes.


We will only take those who are willing. I will not allow anyone to be taken from their home to a distant land. There will be no repeats of already performed atrocities. The only thing we must ensure, is that everyone is out before the building is destroyed.

>Tempest quietly approaches a large group of bushes. Out pops Hawkshaw, wearing a pair of goggles.


Good, you got the truck.

We'll stick with plan A.

Got it, my team will rig the basement to blow and i will work on evacuating the west wing.

>Tempest gives a confirming nod and turns to Wade.


We will take the east wing and get the young and fresh out while also placing charges of our own. When fire alarm goes off, it means it's time to go.

>She looks between Wade and Hawkshaw.


We have very little time, so kill any Alerians that get in our way swiftly. Since Wade is the entire reason this operation is possible, why don't you do the honors.

>She says, motioning towards the front doors.

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>>41563010
>He knew she spoke the truth. Even if they were brainwashed or didn't know any better just taking them from their homes wouldn't be right if they didn't want to leave. Damned if they did, damned if they didn't.

Do you have to use the F-word? Just makes this sound even more wrong then it already is.

>He follows the team to the front door. As Tempest motions for him to lead he gasps in excitement. Slipping back into human form he leans down and tightens his bootstraps. Despite knowing how pressed for time they were he then proceeds to do several stretches, the majority focused on his primary leg.


Hmph...ngh...aaand one two three one two three

>Just before any could reach edge of annoyance Wade would lift his foot up and slam it onto the door with a mighty clang. Any poor sap of a security guard on the other side would be sent flying off like a bad ragdoll effect in a PS2 game about Japanese Gangsters.


Heeeeeere's Bready...wait shit they actually talk like that. Fuck!

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>>41563018

>As Wade does his preparatory stretches, Tempest and Hawkshaw look to each other in confusion. Hawkshaw simply nods in approval while Tempest still seems lost.


Is there someone at the door?

>Asks a confused Holweetian guard approaching the door at EXACTLY the wrong time. The door slams open and launches the random guard off down the hallway. Slamming into a serving cart and scatterings dishes and fresh vegetables everywhere.


Did you hear that?!

Sounds like it came from the front entrance.

>From where Wade stands, he can see a typical split waiting room with a hallways leading all the way to the back of the facility. Each side clearly marked as "East" or "West" wing. The clean walls and fresh smell of flowers fills the groups nostrils. The waiting room has comfortable massage chairs designed for pony bodies and complimentary vases of edible flowers on coffee tables.


No time to waste team, grab a mouthful of daisies and lets get to work!

>Out of the bushes pops out three more ponies. Two sturdy looking earth ponies colts and one pissed off looking pegasus mare with a reinforced prosthetic wing. The four of them go charging in, each grabbing a snack from the complimentary vases before rushing off to the west wing. Showly after followed by the distinct *Shwing* of Hawkshaws signature "Wing Blade" move, accompanied by a brief shriek of a Holweeitan guard and the sound of two thuds on the ground.


My turn.

>Tempest rushes in just as another guard enters the hallway.


what the-!

>Tempests horn glows and sparks. Then with a concentrated ball of magic, she launches it at the Holweetian who is immediately turned to stone in a puff of smoke.


Hurry Wade, more are coming.

>Already, two more emerge from different rooms in the east heading towards them, armed with cattle prods.

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>>41563019
>It doesn't take long for Wade to put two and two together. The actions of the other ponies in this rag tag Defenders squad answering a question he had been wondering since arriving on this continent.

Oh that's an Alerian.

>He reaches down to his leg and pulls out a single pistol from his holster and begins to follow Tempest as he equips a silencer onto it. Ever since he had been rolling with Wayne Manor he had been trying to back down on the killing. Enough blood on his hands to last a dozen life times was enough to keep him up at night. But from what he heard excessive violence against Alerians was rather acceptable considering their conditional immortality. Meaning for the first time since going against Frank he could allow himself to cut loose.


>A fact he almost relished in as he took a shot at an Alerian as it turned the corner.


Ugh, cattle prods? Could these guys be any more stereotypical? It's like they don't even see the irony here. Oh but if I were to take one and use it on them I'd be the cruel one here....Not a half bad idea actually.

>Perhaps it was his own experience with these types of people that was driving his emotion. As he rushes ahead of Tempest to grab at one of the Alerian's arms he felt a particular rush he could only faintly remember from before. A feeling that grew even more as he pressed on his hand to gain the cattle prod off of him.


Pump up the jam, cause I'm making toast!

>He says aloud as he practically rams the cattle prod into the body of the Alerian he had swiped it off of.

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>>41563020

A human? Here!?

>The guards train of thought is quickly cut short as the bullet blasts a chunk out of his bread-like body.


You killed Oat! You know how long it's gonna take for him to get over that you- GRK

>Even as the second guard was rambling about his already fallen comrade, his arm is easily twisted around and is forcibly impaled by his own cattle prod. The electricity surges throughout his body and cooks him from the inside. Flopping face down onto the floor, the hallway is filled with the smell of burnt toast.


Well done. Just how i like it.

>Tempest remarks as she breaths in the smell. Already the two would be able to hear more guard mobilizing. Yet Tempest remains calm, her ears turning towards the sounds.


They're going for the residents. We need to reach them first before the guards give them the wrong idea.

>Tempest points to the door near Wade.


We need to split up. You gather the young in this area. They will be willing enough to follow you as naive as they are.

>Tempest tilts her head towards the door behind her.


I am familiar with many of the adults here. They should be easy enough to convince to come with us. Or at the very least, leave the building.

This way! I hear the gunfire come from here.

Captain gave us permission to use deadly force.

>The door Tempest has implied as being the way to the young bursts open as three more guards stand at the ready. Two at the front with spears and one at the back with an rifle.


HUMAN!

>The two spears jab at Wade while the third open fires. A shot reflecting off of Tempests armor.


Go go!

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>>41562993
"Snkk 69~"
>She snickered quietly to herself, but kept her composure.

"Golly, you sound like you really keep busy~"
>She said while taking a quick look into a small notebook, the notes from her scout seeming rather consistent.

"Hmm"
>She thought to herself, this candidate so far seeming rather promising.

"So, what is your power? Naruto copy magic?"
>By the tone of her voice, it was hard to tell if she was generally sweet, or condescending.

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>>41563032
Oh yeah, leave it to me. I'm great with kids. I think.

>He would say without divulging any personal information on his part. The spears would be easily dodged. It was amazing how such an ancient weapon could have such little variety on it throughout the world. Most of the time it was all thrust and stab. A hard weapon to block, but dodging would be easy enough.


Step right up and come on down. Take a shot at human the clown.

>He would say as he practically dances around the two spears pointed at him. A solid axe kick would be enough to put both weapons on the ground without having their wielders let go of them.


>The one on the right would get a similar treatment to the one in the hallway. A jab with the cattle prod to fry him from the inside. The other would a detestably less brutal, but easily ironic death as a swift kick would send him flying toward the rifle wielding Alerian in the back, absorbing most of the bullets as he flies on his collision course.


>As he spun around he would pick up the spear the fried one had dropped after putting the pistol back in the holster. After the two Alerians collide they would both fall onto the ground, leaving them open for a spear to pierce them both to pin both of them to the ground.


>He then squats down and looks toward the both of them.


Alright, now if the kids ask you're all just napping on the job, alright....... Say nothing if you understand....... Good job.

>He slaps the one on top on the back of what Wade could only assume was the head area before rushing off toward his destination.

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>>41563033
Oh, no powers.

>The sitting Manny would say.


Just there is a lot of me.

>The standing Manny replied.
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>>41562992

"Exploiting the good will and generosity of your former neighbors. How develish."

>Faber gave a chuckle continuing down the sidewalk with her, taking a few looks at some of the random and old impact marks and painted over spots in walls of neighboring buildings from some fight until they approached the front of the butchery and restaurant deli.


"Looks nice."

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>>41563007
>>41562959


>>41562983
>The doorway, some of the hall, and flapping at the ceiling of the chief's office goes up in a heated pop. Igniting everything with the super heated metal sparks and flaring sun now skipping about and burning a hole into the floor.

>Taking this time to dive down, moreso falling forward and grabbing the pistol. She had to try to dump the other one in the server room to cover Bridget's tracks, if those camera's were recording or even still worked. But she couldn't take that chance on the dated canera's.


>Turning and with one hand on the wall, the other holding her gut, adrenaline and dampened pain receptors in her brain kept her moving briskly down the narrowing hallway of flames. Stopping just before the door to the server room, holding her hand and arm up to shield her face some from the heat of the chemical flames growing more.


"Agghh screw it, this'll have to do."
>Opting not to kick the door and hurt herself more, she pulled the second thermite grenade out and ripped out the pin, dropping it down just infront of the door and hobbling her way away to the front lobby.

<Hopefully that fire catches enough.. seems like it. Sprinklers won't put that out if they tried.


>A loud flash and bang, and the flaring hissing sound of t;he second grenade detonating and quickly eating through the door to the smaller server room. Door seal and ceiling catching and turning black.

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>>41563007
>>41563045

Brid-Bridget! Keep it together!

>Dom would do his best to drag her along, he had a different image in his head with this. It was hard for him to run and hold onto her as a pony. Because of this, he wasn't able to simply run off with her, and get as far away as they could. Instead, only being able to drag her along towards the safest alley away from the police station.


>Doms ears would perk up, hearing another bang come from the police station. He'd even look towards the direction of the explosion, as if he could see it through the blocking buildings. With a huff of his nose he'd turn back to Bridget


Bridget, you barely got out of there, if it wasn't for me even!

>Dom would take a moment to catch his breath now that they were in a relatively safe palce, changing his shape once again, back to his normal brown pony look. There was no way he'd be able to chill as Luna, what with that being a prime target for any officers looking....kind to think of it, Dom wasn't sure if any police officers were called during this scuffle. Not that it mattered, as Dom would look back to Bridget, now easing up his grip around her as he wondered if she had at-least snapped out of it now that they were some distance away from the police station...boy, he really hoped she'd snapped out of it, as he wasn't really looking forward to running after her again.

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>>41563043
>The switch act the two of them were doing was starting to get on Cozy Glow's nerves; however, she swallows her disgust, for now.

"...So, are you guys like brothers? Or clones? How many of you are there?"

>She asked while grabbing a nearby plank from the floor. She starts to scribbling something on it with a marker.

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>>41563047
Nothing so mundane.

>They'd say in unison. As they did, the standing Manny would grab the sitting Manny's head. There was a crack as the standing Manny snapped his neck. He'd push the dead Manny out of the chair.


But if you must really ruin the mystery-

>A third Manny walked into the meeting, silenced pistol drawn. He'd shoot the other Manny three times, twice in the chest and once in the head. The newest Manny put his pistol away and faced Cozy and Mokou.


I do not live my life limited in just one body, and I'm always making more to inhabit.

>He'd take a seat in the chair, with the two dead Mannys on either side of himself.


Even as we speak, I am guarding a loan shark, cleaning up the execution of a treasonous drug dealer, and attending a separate employment opportunity down at the docks. I am Manny the Many, for there is many of me and only me.

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>>41563048
>Cozy Glow's eye starts to twitch as they continued on with their speech game of theirs, the filly just about had enough of it until they were suddenly shot dead in front of her.

"Holy Celestia!"
>She shouted

"Okay, seriously how many more of you guys are in here right now?! FUCK this has to be one of the most nerve-racking way to interview for a job!! Where the hell did you learn your business educate?! From a fucking gorilla!?"

>She sat back down and took in a deep breath to compose herself, Cozy soon rubbing the temples of her head.

"...Okay, so you have Naruto cloning magic, great."

"Mokou come here..."
>She said as she resumed drawing on the plank.

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>>41563048
>>41563050

Klonk
>Cozy Glow nonchalantly tosses it on the floor near Mokou.

"This is your target, his name is Bob. Bob will be guarded by my bodyguard Mokou here and you need to take him out"

"Mokou, your job is to protect Bob at all costs... At all reasonable costs..."

>She sighs deeply

"And please don't kill each other or destroy the place... I already feel like I lost the deposit now that there's bodies in here..."
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>>41563050
Oh, I'm the last one. I'll need an hour before any more can show up. Traffic is a bit heavy.

>He'd say nonchalantly with a smile.


>>41563051
>>41562975
>As Cozy set the rules for the demonstration, Manny would observe the target, then look to Mokou. He'd lean forward, resting his elbows on the table.

Let me know when you are ready.

>he'd say with a smile.

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>>41563034

Ugh, dying sucks. Blegh

>As the last of the three guards dies, Wade is easily able to find his way to where the young are kept via clearly marked signs utilizing symbols rather than the Holweetian language. Just as he approaches a large child friendly play area, he would hear the voice of a gruff sounding guard giving out orders.


Alright, you three guard the door to foals dormitory. Me and Scrape will head the human intruder off down the hall. If anything goes wrong, anything at all, hit the alarm to let the base know. They'll send reinforcements asap.

>The three assigned to guard the door are armed with spears while the other two bear heavier equipment. The one giving orders is wearing some basic protection and brandishing a silence smg while his companion wields a lightsaber. One of the three spear guards cries out.


HE'S HERE!

>The leader turns around and opens fire at Wade without hesitation while the other activates his lightsaber and the spear guards stand at the ready.


You weren't suppose to get here so soon!

>The leader complains.

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>>41563053
>>41563050

>Mokou was in a bit of silent and flat faced awe at the demonstration and how this guy seemed to work. How quickly he put himself down with three shots and dropped the other.. it was interesting to see someone else not as caring of their own life. Save for.. They had multiple lives.


>Snapping her attention to Cozy in her leaned stance against a nearby pole, and eying the plank of wood named Bob. Stepping over and picking up the plank looking it over.


"Think his formal name is Plank.. protect him?.... okay..?"
>She looked at it for s moment then to Cozy and the gentleman now looking st her in a manner almost to sly.

"Reasonable.. right..."
>Taking a few steps back and into the middle of the room, holding Bob under her left arm and keeping her sort of chill relaxed stance. Right hand thumb hooked on her pants pocket.
"Okay... And you just up and shoot me in the face and cheat.. I glass everyone in a lame ass suit like yours. Ready."

>Giving a nod and keeping her stance eying the gentleman at the table.

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>>41563051
>>41563063
I know full well not everyone can make demonstrations like I do.

>He'd say, leaning back in his chair. His movements where all natural as he adjusted his posture. However the moment his right metal hand was pointed at Mokou, it shot forward. A metal claw attached to a cable lunged for the piece of wood under her arm. Roll 1d1000 = 424 evens.


>Manny would remain seated in his chair. Aside from his outstretched right arm, he seemed to be sitting quite comfortably.

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>>41563045
>>41563007
>>41562959
>As everyone made their way to exit the building the one responsible would just now get his bearings back.

Dang it, don't you know how hard this stuff is to replace? The paper work on that alone is gonna take me a week.

>He looks over just in time to see Bridget and "Luna make their escape.


Hey get back here you-

>Before he can even take a step he hears the sound of another one of those grenades drop behind him. His eyes widen as he sees what is being targeted next. If that thing went off a good chunk of the server room would be fried. Along with the most important piece of evidence that any if this happened. If they had that even if they got away they would still have enough to lead a chase.


CRAP!

>Hellboy vacates the doorway to make his way to the grenade. He reaches out to enclose it within his giant stone hand to absorb most of the blast.


Roll 1d1000 = 517

>Evens he makes it in time. The harsh light of the blast leaks through the space between his fingers. It wouldn't be enough to stop the wallpaper from peeling but the server room would be safe.


>Odds he's one second too late. The grenade goes off destroying its intended target. Along with another flash blinding Hellboy for another few seconds.

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>>41563059
>no matter the years of experience, no matter how many times you do a job, there was just no real way to expect a barrage of bullets waiting for you behind a corner.

Ok see, how am I supposed to work with that?

>He shouts over the gun fire before leaping behind a trashcan. A few of the bullets hitting him in the side causing spurts of blood to drop onto the ground.


See, if you had said "you weren't supposed to come so soon" I could make a joke about my sex life.

>He draws his silenced pistol and fires two shots, only one of which hits one of the spear guards.


If you had said "How did he get here" I could have made a joke about your sex life

>Reaching down to his leg he pulls out three daggers. Placing one between each finger he rolls out of his cover and hurls them at the three remaining melee guards before taking cover again back at the corner he originally came from.


Now I'm just stuck here lamenting on the banner we could be having if only one of us chose his words better.

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>>41563045
>>41563046
>>41563079

>Bridget doesn't respond, at least at first. The quietly stands still, facing away from Dom. Her silence only broken as a second explosion echoes from the police station.


I messed up.

>She turns to face Dom, with fear in her eyes.


I messed up, i messed up, i messed up so bad.

>She slaps a hand over her face.


How could i have messed up so bad! I was the best thief in all of Vescaria! Maybe even the best in Lumina! But here? Why did it have to be here of all places!
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>>41563080

>The first of the melee guard drops immediately after being shot.


I don't banter human! I get the job done!

>The daggers fly true towards the remaining guards, taking down all but one that managed to slice up the dagger.


Now hold still and die like the rest of the animals across the boarder!

>The lightsaber guard looks to the emergency call button on the wall, but does not move.


What are you waiting for! Hit the- HRK!

>The smg wielding guard is suddenly sliced clean in half with the flash of a lightsaber and falls to the ground in pieces. The one referred to as Scrape points towards the door.


Panera said you'd be coming. The youth are inside and prepped to be evacuated. Only one of them is too young to walk so you'll have to carry that one. Hurry! Before more guards show up! They'll know something is up when the captain doesn't report in.

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>>41563079

>Pausing to look back over her shoulder for a brief moment as she dashed for the door, holstering her pistol with the confirmation, the second grenade went off, scorching and setting the server room ablaze, and the officer at the front desk, still ass up sleeping heavily on a very potent serum.


<Messy... too messy.


>Dashing outside and taking a hard left, she would not see the two, mostly her contact, and with a nod disperse and find her way sneakily to her hide out and observation hotel room just down the way.


>Holding her gut, her chest heaving, and her head throbbing now as her vision became blurred at the edges. Damn got shot twice... she'd have a rough time but if she got to her room, she would be okay enough to get to a legit safe place. Hiding her body well under the coat she wore entering the lobby and seeming casual as she could going to her room and to hide it out.


>EXIT

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>>41563051
>>41563076


"Wha-"
>Flinching and throwing an arm up turning her body at the incoming cabled hand, but not nearly quick enough as it caught her off guard.

>The hand would connect with the bottom of the plank under her arm, and she'd pause for a moment as it gripped to.


"Hey!"
>Her free hand left her pocket fully and raising up, she would drop her arm down with her elbow and hand to potentially break the grip or cable of the arm while twisting the plank under her other arm to the side, away from him.

Roll 1d1000 = 439 Evens
Evens- Her elbow block and hand drops down, and hits just right to cause his hand to let go of the plank and drop down, now in a fighting stance with the plank in hand behind her back.
Odds- Her hand and elbow drop, and contact but, not with enough force or weight and just give some against the cable, the hand still gripping the plank.

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>>41563086
No foolin. With text that small I doubt anyone can hear you that well.

>Wade was about to ready another wave of insults disguised as jokes. That is until the animal line. As he tightens up his jokes seem to dry up, replaced only with insults to throw at the guard next time he lays eyes on him. The rest he was ready to make quick but he would gladly show this fascist just how much of an animal he could be.


>Just as he's about to leap back out and gladly eat a whole wave of bullets just to see the fear in their eyes he hears the unmistakable noise of betrayal. He turns the corner just in time to see the shit talking guard fall to the lightsaber. He feels a wave of emotion at that moment, the primary one being disappointment.


Ah, right. Should have figured the Jedi would be the loyalist.

>He casually makes his way to the door. His breath steadying as he puts his weapons away. He collapses the cattle prod and puts it away for safe keeping. Be it a trophy or something he could submit later was something only time could tell.


Just leave this to me I'm great with kids.

>He places his forearm on the door before pausing.


Just uh...give me a sec to get back into character.

>He looks over at the Loyalist before glaring back at the door. He knew what lay beyond it. A plethora of foals who had perhaps never even heard of Equestria. A few of them may even be the same age as his son back home. He had to make sure he could repress his true emotions before heading inside.


.....


>With a deep breath and hardened will he casually pushes the door open.

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>>41563079
>>41563089
>>41563085
>Dom took in a quick breath and let it out slowly as he had seen Bridget calmed down...well. "calmed down".

Could probably tell you how you messed up but...

>The look on Bridgets face was pretty telling. Atleast in the sense that she was scared, but it was hard to tell if she was scared of being arrested again, or scared that she hadn't been the dexterous thief she use to be.


I think we're going to need to talk about...things...but now isn't really the time for that, or to beat yourself up over it. We need to get moving.

>Dom looked to Bridget, almost as if he was expecting something. Well, he was. She had the means for a faster get away than he could offer.

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>>41563091

...What's a Jedi?

>As Wade carefully opens the door, he finds a friendly and comfortable looking dormitory. Complete with several bunk beds and various options for creative outlets. Various signs and posters and plastered on the wall encouraging the young ponies to discover their skills and talents to earn their "Skill Markers" and become productive members of society. A few of these posters have mocking remarks and rebellious symbols painted over them.


H-hello?

>A child, no younger than Appleslice, pokes her head out from behind one of the bunk beds. With her voice, countless more young ponies poke their heads out from behind their beds. From what Wade would be able to see, a majority of the ponies are children.


Are you-

>Before they are able to speak further, another young pony leaps into view, this one appearing to be a teenager. Holding a makeshift spear made of wood pointed at Wade, she boldly proclaims.


Don't talk to them! They could be a spy. Come to take us away to be slaves!

>The other younger ponies gasp and hide a little further behind their beds, but only just enough so they can still see.

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>>41563090
>Manny would watch as Mokou failed to detach his hand, the ever present smile on his face.

As you can see, too confidant that her threats would prevent me from action.

>Manny would brace his legs against the ground.


Rather than ensuring I couldn't take the shot at the risk of her own safety.

>The cable began retracting as Manny attempted to yank Plank out of her grip. Roll 1d1000 = 133 evens.

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"You know... I could have gotten her, I just uhh.. chose not to, you know?"

>Mikoto and Amanda, looking equally tired, and somewhat banged up with some bandages and wraps on them. Having lost their patrol car in the recent incident, they had been told to walk home as punishment. It was only sixteen blocks after all...


"So.. yeah, hey, I'll pay for your dinner, how's tha- ... oh, heya."
>Mikoto stopped and gave a small bump of her elbow against Amanda's stopping in place to look to the sound of a loud pop and then their radio's clacking to life. Looking to the side and seeing a girl and a pony in the alleyway next to them.

*static*
This is Officer Hellboy reporting from HQ. We just had a breach of security. Le'es is down. Suspects have escaped but should still be in the area. Be on the look out for a white Caucasian human female with blonde hair dressed in a trench coat somewhere between late teens and early 20's. Second suspect Caucasian human female with red and blonde hair mixed dressed in purple attire between late teens and early twentys. Last suspect...
Can't believe I'm saying this.... Princess Luna. Possible shapeshifter no I.D. on possible true identity. I have to go put this fire out.'
*static*

>>41563094
>>41563085
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>>41563094
>>41563089
>>41563085
Gah!

>The explosion covers his eyes once again leaving him in a blinding flash. When he regains himself the door is already partially melted. Which meant the important stuff inside couldn't be too far behind.


Crap!

>He had to think fast. If he focused on the fire now it would be too late for the server. He didn't know a lot about computers but he knew that what was in there was important. Enough that he was basically barred from entering. Of course he believed the techies would make an exception. Bursting in he looks around for the most important looking thing he can find. taking as much as he can carry in one load he holds it close before rushing out of the room. By the time he could make a second trip it would already be too late for whatever was left inside. He just had to hope he did enough to salvage anything.


Le'es!? Le'es where the hell are ya!?

>Having not heard from his companion in some time he goes into the lobby to drop off his salvage only to see Le'es on the ground.


Crap!

>He drops what he had on the ground and rushes to Le'es's side.


Hey man! Come on talk to me.

>He checks for a pulse seeing that he was in fact still alive. These people weren't here for blood.


>Heading to the desk he switches the radio on.


This is Officer Hellboy reporting from HQ. We just had a breach of security. Le'es is down. Suspects have escaped but should still be in the area. Be on the look out for a white Caucasian human female with blonde hair dressed in a trench coat somewhere between late teens and early 20's. Second suspect Caucasian human female with red and blonde hair mixed dressed in purple attire between late teens and early twentys. Last suspect...

>He shakes his head as he mutters to himself.


Can't believe I'm saying this.... Princess Luna. Possible shapeshifter no I.D. on possible true identity. I have to go put this fire out.

>He puts the radio down and picks up the all purpose extinguisher by the front desk. He doesn't wait for any responses before moving to put the fire out.

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>>41563102

>The hand held to and she put her hand over the cable arm eying him heavily, still holding the plank under her arm behind her.


>She grit her teeth at his analysis of her, and gave a small jolt gritting her teeth tightly as he tried to yank him from her hold. Tightening her arm and hold on the plank like a clamp, she let his pull bring her forward, cocking her free and back and jabbing it forward. That loud two clicks as her fist ignited in tight flicking hot flames. Poised to connect with his face with most of her frustration.

Roll 1d1000 = 17 Evens
Evens- connects with his face square on. Ignited fist giving a loud crackle of heat that would flush over the whole floor like a face in front of a opening oven.

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>>41563098
>As the first voice rings through the room Wade's heart skips a beat. He had been preparing himself but it still wasn't enough when he saw that tiny head poking through from behind the bed. The others that followed cause him to stiffen as his head moved to examine the room. These kids had probably never even heard of Heartswarming. Knowing what these people were going to do with them made his blood boil.

>The young teen who confronts him with the spear would snap him back into reality. His eyes blinking before shaking his head lightly. Once he had regained himself he glances his eyes down at the noble effort standing before him.


You're paranoid. That's smart, good trait to have in this world if I do say so myself. Keeps you from getting caught up in the nasty business.

>He squats down in an attempt to level with the mare.


So guessing you're the big mare on campus around here? What's yer name, sport?

>He tries to sound as friendly as possible trying to hide his rage toward the Alerians. He didn't have long to try to earn these kid's trust but it was worth every minute he could spare.

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>>41563118

>Though the teen stands firm with her spear at the ready, she is caught off guard by the compliment and followup question.


My...name?

>He guard lowers slightly, more out of curiosity.


...everypony- body! Everybody here calls me Spunky.

>One of the younger ponies speaks up


But, uhm, don't tell anyone because uhm we're not supposed to have names yet.

Not until we earn our skillmarkers

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>>41563120
>Wade honestly couldn't hold any blame for the young mare fighting against her natural speak. After all he had fought for years to suppress it. Then again he had the excuse of being a horrid abomination of flesh and science.

Spunky huh? That's a good name. No telling what your cutie mark is gonna be.

>He raises up as he slaps his knees to get them to wake up and push him into a standing position.


Alright everypony, show of hooves. Who here knows what Equestria is?

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>>41563124

>Everypony? Equestria? Cutie Mark? Spunky almost completely lowers her guard as these were forbidden words for them. Any for the Alerians too, but they never had much of a reason. All of the little ponies in the room raise their heads a little higher and glance between each other. Only two raise their hooves.


I've heard of Equestria, but that's uhm, it.

>Spunky lowers her spear.


My birthmother told me that Equestria was the land ponies first came from. Do you... do you know where it is? Are you the rescuer that Scrape said was coming?

>Spunky's eyes and the eyes of all the children fill with hope at Spunky's questions.

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>>41563125
Know where it is? Well I'd certainly hope so otherwise I wouldn't be able to find my house.

>He speaks with confidence to make sure they know he means what he says.


Princess Celestia sent me herself to make sure you all get there safely. But we don't have very long. In just a few hours Atlus is coming to the city. So we need to hurry and get out of here as soon as possible.

>Treat them like they're people. Don't treat them like their anything less just cause they're kids. Remember how shitty that made you feel growing up.


My partner is already on her way to get the adults. Who's ready to blow this popsicle stand?

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>>41563126

>The ponies now fully pop out from behind their beds.


Why didn't you just say so!

Atlus is scary

I love popsicles!

>Of all the ponies who pop out from their hiding places, one of the children has a sleeping infant strapped to her back.


Hurry spiderman! Lets get going!

>Spunky holds her spear at the ready, fully prepares to charge out of the facility with her gang in tow.

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>>41563127
>The sudden change in attitude from these kids would give Wade a bit of emotional whiplash. But he couldn't argue with their sudden eagerness to get going. He internally cringes at being confused for another hero but it's fine, they're kids, he'll get over it.

Alright first everybody buddy up. Don't want everybody getting left behind.

>He stands aside and motions for the foals to line up in two by two. As he does so he looks around to see if anyone was too shy to come out. Upon seeing the aforementioned infant already in the care of one of the other kids he gives an internal sigh of relief.

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>>41563128

>Just before they all buddy up, several of the kids quickly grab what few personal possessions they had, a paint brush here, and drawing there, a pillow, a blanket, all variety of items, but none of them taking more than one each. Spunky quickly rounds up the kids and puts them in line, pairing themselves up with the one carrying the infant.


I will protect us from behind

>She declares confidently with her humble spear at the ready.

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>>41563117
>Manny's smile would vanish for a second as Mokou ended up flying at him, exploiting his own trick. Her fist would connect solidly with Manny's face, throwing him out of the chair. His grip on Plank would loosen, the hand retracting without its prize. Had Mokou hoped to knock the smirk off of Manny's face, she'd be disappointed. If anything she seemed to have knocked it back on.

I see why you were so sure of your threat earlier.

>He'd say in a joyous tone, only raising his head to look at her from his sprawled position on the floor. His hat burning, set a lite by her attack. He'd roll to the side to get back up to standing position. He'd use his metal hand to remove his hat and toss it aside. This revealed his blonde hair, and the shadow over his face to be an illusion. Some black material covered his face above the nose, where there should be eyes. It was too close fitting to be some protective face covering for his real eyes. More likely the flesh had been removed and replaced with it.


A shame your flame is only hot as your looks.

>Manny would then charge Mokou. His left hand would grab his metal right hand and pull it out, creating a length of cable. As soon as he was in melee range, he jumped. Flipping over Mokou, but leaving the length of cable at below him. He was attempting to catch her around the neck with his arm cable. Roll 1d1000 = 253 evens.

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>>41563130

"That's because I'm not ho-Wha!"

>Seeing his advance and ducking her head, the cable passing over and hitting her forehead, recoiling her head back as she dropped her knees just enough for it to pass over.


>Dropping to a knee and turning about quickly to a full stance, feet wide apart and narrowing off her side towards him, right hand and arm holding plank tucked in nicely, left hand outwards with a glorious middle finger and scowl on her face. And nice red scuff across her forehead from the cable.


"Hijacked my comeback you ass! Cause I'm not hot I'm ... uh, damnit screw you!!"

>Jutting her hand upwards wide palm, and swinging it down as her left booted foot raised then dropped flat and heavy on the cement floor. The cement extending out in a cone before her igniting in molten heat and flames kicking up from the floor rolling in his direction quickly.


Roll 1d1000 = 275 Evens

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>>41563116
>>41563115
"I am totally getting another UIF for this mess..."
>Amanda deeply sighed as she continued to truck onward toward the headquarters, the two of them roughly a few blocks away now.

>In an attempt not lose her cool for the moment, she listens to the scrambled radio chatter as it starts to squawk through, majority of the transmission rather unintelligible.


"....What now?"
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>>41563130
>>41563131
>Casually sipped tea as the fight started to brew

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>>41563044
>She snirked lightly.

"Like you're some sort of Angle yourself~"

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>>41563134

"Alright listen.. I, am like a, uhh... ... well shit, okay, I'm no angel. You sure ain't no tame nice kitten either. Darn freak at times even."
>His words trailed off some near the end as he reached out and opened the door for her standing to the side and giving a sort of wave of his other talon for her to enter.

"After you, fuzz head."

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>>41563089
>>41563116
>>41563094

>Bridget grabs Dom and shakes him


You don't understand! It's not that i didn't get everything i wanted from there

>She takes in a deep breath and continues in a dark doomed tone.


I left my wand behind

I left

my one of a kind

Stolen

hybrid wand

in the police station.

You have NO idea how bad this is.

>>41563115
>>41563132

>The moment she hears voices not too far off, Bridget quickly grabs hold of Doms head and shoves him into her chest to keep him quiet.


Someones coming

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>>41563131
>>41563133
>After failing to snare her neck, Manny would let his mechanical hand retract. He'd land to face her middle finger with a smile.

At a loss for puns?

>He'd ask as he'd run to the right to avoid her flames.


I can lend you hand with that.

>On the word "hand," his mechanical hand fires again. This time as a closed fist, aimed her her face. Roll 1d1000 = 80 evens.

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>>41563136
...eh your wand?

>Dom blinks several times, having a difficult time processing it. Or at least a difficult time processing the gravity of the situation, as he didn't seem to understand why it was this bad


<Well, it sucked that she left it but she could always get a new one!...oh it's one of a kind....one of a kind and stolen...well it's less of a big deal now....unless they trace it back to Bridget!...which, might not matter since she had already been arrested now and was probably already IDed by the police enough to put out a bulletin on her...


Look, even if-hey wai-mgph!

>>41563115
>>41563116
>>41563132
>>41563136
>Dom hadn't even gotten to enjoy the face full he was having. He was too busy trying to figure out why her losing the wand was such a big deal. Not that now was probably a good time for that, he was just hoping he could convince her to bail out now and not try to get it back...specially with how the situation may be transpiring. Nevertheless, Dom had already been on pins and needles, so shutting him up quickly wasn't all that hard. Dom would try his best to peak an eye out and see what fate had in store for the two.

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>>41563137
>>41563133

>Bringing her foot back and readying herself, she was a half second behind seeing how far to the side he had gotten as he made his comment.


"You're a pu-"
>Her face recoiled back with the fist colliding with her nose and forehead. And for the slightest moment, it was familiar, and almost a memory to her with how many times she'd been punched like this by stronger beings than him back home. But she wasn't home anymore and very far from it infact. This hurt, a fair bit.

>Bending back at the impact and staggering her back three heavy steps before stopping herself and leaning forward again with a angry red face.


"Aow!!"
>She cocked her right arm back and was about to throw the plank of wood at him like a axe, with a heavy step forward before it seemed to click in her head not to. The parts of the plank where her hand held him turned black and started to burn slowly as she made a throwing motion but held him and swung her weight to the side, bringing him back in and tucking him under her left arm and hand freeing her right. Her right hand thrusting outwards and a faint pair of ticks sounded out before her forearm ignited in flames, and she let loose a tight stream jet of flames for only a second before closing her fist and going wide eyed. Realizing she was going too hostile.

"Shit! Wait!"

Roll 1d1000 = 44 Odds, for impact of the short jet of flames she let out.

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>>41563132

>Mikoto kept her look to the girl in purple shove a stallion's head into her chest, about to think something else was going on before hearing the full of the radio transmission that came through fairly garbled from their dusty and scratched mics of their shoulders'.


>>41563138
>>41563136

>Eying the two, namely the girl in purple and her hair description matching what she could hear of the report. Somewhat hushed and in a lower tone, giving another nudge to Amanda's side and a head bob down the alley way.


"Those two uhh... she matches..."
>She gave one more nudge to Amanda without looking to her.

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>>41563136
>>41563138
>>41563140
>Amanda was lost in a mild panic as she tried to piece together her story for the captain when Mikoto nudged her.

"Hmm?"
>She recognizes the two standing in the alley way, soon walking over to them.

"B-Bridget? Dom? ...What are you guys doing out here?"
>She asked before looking back at Mikoto as she mentioned some sort of description.

"Wait, description for what?"

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>>41563139
>Manny would smile wider as Mokou at first attempted to hurl Plank at him. He'd fully exploit her hesitation. As she readjusted to launch her attack, Manny would stop and pull back as right arm. The extended cable would arc back from the movement. Manny would watch the brief jet of flame lance towards him. He'd violently thrust his right arm forward, as the jet flame fizzled out a few inches from him. Mokou wouldn't have much tie to savour relief at managing to avoid going overboard. The detached metal hand of Manny would slam into her left shoulder, with all the force of a mace tipped whip. Roll 1d1000 = 100 evens max damage.

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>>41563138
>>41563140
>>41563156

< Oh no


>Bridget almost didn't want to turn around. Of all the people or police that they could have run into now of all times, why did it have to be her? Why did it have to be Amanda?


When i say run, you run.

>Bridget jerks her body around to face the two approaching them in the alleyway.


Hey! Amanda! What uh, what a surprise running into you here so late at night. I'm uh,

>Bridget stands aside to fully reveal Dom. She could at least take comfort in knowing that Amanda didn't know Dom was a shape shifter as she had only seen him in his human form.


I'm not actually with Dom at the moment, but let me introduce you to... Honey Pot. He's a local Equestrian i just ran into. Re-really swell guy was going to help escort me back home since it's so late at night.
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>>41563140
>>41563156
>>41563158
<Oh no

>Dom hadn't been in town all that much. Real only interactions were from Fluttershy, Bridget, and her friend Amanda. So figuring out who that was was fairly instantaneous. It was a wonder how she was able to tell it was Dom though, since he was sure she hadn't seen him as a pony...but maybe it was the fact that he was facefirst in her chest. With a quick cough and a small shift of his body in an attempt to straight himself out, physically and mentally, Dom turned to the two once Bridget stepped away.


H-owdey!

Names Honey Pot!

Ah reckon Bridget got preeeeddy lost round here. Doin mah part ta help -er- out

>"Honey Pot" coughed in an attempt to clear his throat, and to get use to his last minute accent.


<"We're so fucked hahahaha"

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>>41563157
>>41563133

>Mokou's form made a sort of spin in place, facing backwards now and toppling forwards to the ground with a heavy thud to the cement floor.

>As she let out a loud grunt and tucked her right arm across her chest, rolling onto her back and looking to the suit past her feet with fire in her eyes, and a vein of rage on her forehead. Her hand holding her shoulder to her semi limp arm, with Plank tucked under her elbow against her chest.

"Okay... aow...!"
>Giving a quick glance to Cozy then to Manny, grinding her teeth and leaning to the side, getting a foot under her, so she was in a kneeling position, hunched over holding her shoulder with Plank secure to her chest.

"Not cool... I caught myself.. shit bird clocks me like that? Cozy? .."
>Rolling her shoulder some as she got back into a sort of side long stance, narrowing off. Lightly raising her left arm and tucking the plank under her right arm behind her.

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>>41563159
>>41563158
>>41563156

"Hellboy's call just now? .. you not hear it?"
>Looking to Amanda's radio and seeing it was a lot worse off than her own, nodding that may be why she didn't hear it as well. She seemed just defeated and preoccupied anyhow.

"Two girls, white, young early twenties, one blonde in a coat, other in a purple clothes... with red and blonde hair?"
>She spoke quietly to Amanda near her shoulder as they neared and the girl started to explain.

>Mikoto stayed quiet for the moment just looking to Amanda and her discretion. Mostly looking over the girls purple clothes and the pony clearly not Luna. Why this girl was smothering a pony stallion into her chest in an alleyway was a whole nother wonder for later.

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>>41563160
>>41563157
"Oh Golly Mokou, if this was a real fight your opponent wouldn't show this much mercy~ You're doing a rather bad job showing your worth at the moment"

"Might be time to step up your game a little"

>Cozy said in a rather condescending tone

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>>41563158
>>41563159
>Amanda didn't know how to respond, though she was rather confused as to why they were hanging out in an alleyway in the middle of the night, it wasn't necessarily illegal.
"Oh? Honey Pot? ...Interesting name"

>>41563161
>Amanda kept her volume down as she spoke with her partner.
"No, I didn't... The radio traffic has been a total nightmare all night, I cannot understand anyone over the static... What is going on, what are they wanted of?"

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>>41563129
>Wade looks down at the spunky teen with a touch of regret in his heart.

<"Damn, kinda wishing I didn't break all those spears on the way here now."


Alright, I'm countin on ya, Spunky.

Now kid listen up. We're going to make our way back to the lobby. Keep your buddy with you at all times. In the event of an emergency most of the items in your hooves can be surprisingly effective weapons. Now before we get started I have to ask probably the most important question you kids have ever been asked.

>He looks to the group with dead seriousness on his face. His voice showing this was no longer a time for jokes.


Does anyone need to go the bathroom before we leave?

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>>41563160
>>41563162
>Manny retracts his arm as Mokou seems to call a time out. He'd look over to Cozy, to see her response. Manny was pleased at the assessment and had a quiet chortle. Without looking, he'd aim his right arm at Mokou. And fire his fist at her face. Again. Roll 1d1000 = 547 evens.

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>>41563164

>The kids all look to each other briefly, trying to see if anyone needed to go.


I'm too excited to pee

Psst hey uh, spiderman

>The door is gently pushed open as Scrape enters the room. In a whispered tone just loud enough for Wade to hear, here continues


I'm picking up on the radio that some of your friends are in trouble in the west wing. One down and cornered. I'm gonna head over there to see if i can get them out of that bind, but you should hurry, i think they're sending more this way.

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>>41563161
>>41563163
>>41563159

>Anxiously fidgeting in place and glancing off to the side, Bridget pats Dom on the head.


Well anyways, Honey Pot and i should probably get going. Don't want to keep you from all the important police work I'm sure you and your partner have to get to.We'll catch up later!

>Bridget motions for Dom to follow her as they move further down the alleyway to exit out to the street on the other side.

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>>41563161
<....wait, that person was a woman?

>"Honey Pot" thought to himself, might be losing his touch on keeping focus or retaining details.


>>41563161
>>41563163
>>41563168
Ah-hem!

Well! Ye two 'ave ah nice day now officers!

>"Honey Pot" gave a small tip of an invisible hat on his head, before quickly followed after Bridget, keeping his walking speed with Bridgets, though trying to make it go a bit faster than normal walking speed. All the while, Dom was doing numerous prays to Luna oddly enough.

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>>41563169
>>41563168

>Nodding twice and stepping aside to allow them to leave the alleyway, as soon as they passed she would lean back in to Amanda, quietly speaking again.


"Seriously.. you sure you don't have a concussion...?"
>Looking over towards the two exiting. >>41563163
"Hellboy called out an officer down, and security breach. Three suspects, two girls and a shape shifter looking like Luna.. that one Bridget matches one of the descriptions and that pony... we're like a block from the station and they're here necking... like..."

>Giving Amanda a bit of a look of hurry looking between the the leaving and Amanda, holding a hand out palm up making a 'hmmm!' sound.

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>>41563162
>>41563166

>Giving a light thrust down of her left arm at Cozy.

"What? .. you can't be serious.. I can't just fry him now can I?"

>Staring long at Cozy before shifting her glance over to Manny, right as he fired his cabled fist at her once more.

"Alright!!"

>The fist sailed at her, ducking her shoulders and head to the side and reaching out with her left hand to grab the cable as it passed over her shoulder. Her hand going white hot and the heat emanating off it like a roof of a car in the middle of the day. Gripping tight with the intent to melt the cable. Wincing some.


Roll 1d1000 = 977 Evens

-If successful. Would attempt to sling the separated length of cable and hand back towards Manny.
Roll 1d1000 = 804

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>>41563167
>Lucky Wade has also learned to tune out various noises including the excessive chatter of excited children. He squats down to get a better listen of what Scrape was saying.

>He ponders it for a moment. Even if he dumped the kids on Scrape he had no idea how to navigate this facility. He reaches into his pocket to pull out a small device that looked similar to his belt buckle.


Knew I should have handed these out before hand. Alright take this. If things get rough just press down on the left eye.

>Should they follow through with that he would at least have a general location on where to teleport to with the signal he'd get from it.


>He quickly stands up and claps his hands.


Well if everyone is empty let's get going. Remember to stay behind me.

>With that he motions for the kids to follow him as he begins to lead them back to the lobby.

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>>41563173

The left eye... right.

>While Scrape has absolutely no idea what exactly the purpose of this device was, he was not about to start asking questions. Not that asking questions was in the Alerians nature to begin with.


Good luck.

>Scrape waves


Bye kids!

Bye mister Scrape!

>Scrape rushes off and the kids follow Wade to the lobby like a line of baby ducklings. A few of the children gasp and remark at the remains of the guards taken care of earlier. Before they can get too concerned, Spunky speaks up and mumbles something about how they're just sleeping. While Wade had been occupied with the kids, Scrape seemed to have moved the bodies around to look like they were sleeping. All except for the captain who was slightly sticking out of one of the trash cans. Just as the group arrives in the lobby and a few of the children start wandering off to eat the flowers on the table, a nearby door swings open as a few confused and worried young adults make their way towards the lobby.


Hey!

>One of these adults approaches Wade


Are you the Wade?

>He glances about at the various children standing about.


Of course you are, you have the young ones with you. Tempest said that we should follow you to get out. Oh! Uh, she also wanted me to tell you... shoot what was it...

Something about a truck?

>Just as the second young adult speaks up, there is a loud truck honk just outside the doors.

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>>41563174
I have been called many things. The insufferable one, Ragnar the destroyer, Mithras, though if you ask my latest girlfriend she likes to call me little-

>The sound of the horn would cover up the next few words that came out of Wade's mouth.


-sausage. Ah, the ride is ready. She must have gone on ahead to get it warmed up.

>He turns around to face the kids, addressing them more then the adults who likely already knew what to do.


Come on kids, we've reached the first leg here. If everyone has their buddy then let's all go outside and hop into the truck outside.

>He rushes over to the door and holds it open. As they followed he would perform a head count of all present to make sure they matched up with the numbers he had been previously given.

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>>41563176

>While the children were not paying particularly close attention to what Wade was saying when the truck honked, the adults react with embarrassed discomfort.


Is that how everyone talks outside of Holweet?

Should we talk to each other like that too?

>The young ones happily march their way through the door and towards the already dropped ram. Tempest was leaning out the window to keep a closer eye on things on her end.


This truck smells funny.

>As the kids and adults shuffle into the truck, packing in tight to fit, Wade finds that all the kids and adults are accounted for. Save for one adult still missing.


Isn't Angel coming with us?

>One of the adults ask Wade.

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>>41563172
>the moment Manny's fist failed to connect with her face, he began retracting his hand. The cable narrowly avoids being caught by Mokou. Manny would look back to Mokou as the hand returned to position. Once more the extendo hand flies out to harass Mokou. This time it flies at her left leg. The metal hand clasps onto her ankle. Manny then yanks hard to pull her leg out from under her, trying to get her to fall backwards onto Plank. Roll 1d1000 = 198 evens.

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>>41563177
>With the reminder of the prized breeder Wade looks around. Like the adult had pointed out Hawkshaw and his team hadn't made it back yet. They must have had more trouble then he initially thought.

Tempest, go on ahead. I'll go check on the others.

>He shouts as he rushes back into the facility. He looks around for signs that could lead him to where he was going and follows them.

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>>41563178

>SWIP!


>Hair staying in place almost as her body yanked downwards and thudding on her side and hip, landing atop the plank and her good arm with a thud and jolt of her head. Groaning out as she looked to the hand now clamped tightly around her ankle. The fall jostling her enough to give a moment of hesitation before she let out a muffled curse through her teeth.


>Sliding Plank back behind her across the floor a good distance and glaring at the hand and Manny. Kicking one leg out and over and tangling more of the cable around her gripped leg. Starting to emanate heat that was visible instantly, and the yellow white glow and hue off her body. The cement around her looking somewhat malleable. A piece of re-barb sticking out of the wall bending and drooping some near instantly. She'd melt his hand and the cable off or to her if it meant taking his hand away.


>Raising herself up slowly to a stance as she did using mostly her right arm and hand that, looked like it was against a mattress in the cement that went like play dough under her touch. Feet sinking just some and a few spots starting to bubble around her, and whisks of light flames flying off her here and there.

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>>41563180
>As Mokou got to her feet, Manny would waggle a finger with his organic hand at her in disappointment.

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

>He'd then pull put his silenced pistol with said hand. He didn't bother retracting his right hand, the heat already deforming it into more of a shackle on her ankle now. In fact, he push out some more cable to give it slack. He shot off in a run to Mokou's left in a circle. His gun aimed to where Plank had slid off to. And easy shot, granted Mokou didn't get in the way. Roll 1d1000 = 548 evens.

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>>41563179

>Tempest nods and starts directing the ponies from the back window into better positions.


Adults around the edge, children gathered in the middle

>Tempests voice fades away the further into the facility Wade ventures. The signs only giving vague directions via the symbols alone as to where to go. They were somewhere in the west wing, but the further he went, the more confusing and convoluted the hallways and rooms became. As though this section of the facility where the adults were kept was intended to be a maze. Suddenly, Wade would receive a signal from the device he had given Scrape earlier.

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>>41563190
Gah! Nngh! Nope! Oh that's just horse shit.

>He was in fact not literally referring to equine fecal matter but more expressing his frustration in the design of such a facility.


Maybe through here? Here? Please don't be another bathroom. Wait what the fuck?

>Upon turning around he would look down a hallway with a variety of doors on either side.


Oh no, I've seen enough Dooby Scoo to know how that ends up.

>Just as he's about to start blowing up walls his belt begins to beep repeatedly.


Ugh, finally!

>He practically slams his hand on the left eye of the belt buckle and gets ready to strike out at the first bread shapped thing be sees.

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>>41563178
>>41563180
>>41563182
>Cozy immedietally stands up as Mokou starts literally melting the floor.

"HEYHEYHEY!!! Careful!! I already lost my deposit on this place, I don't need to rack up damage to the bill too!!"

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>>41563171
>>41563169
>>41563168
"S-seriously?"
>Amanda replied, seeming slightly in shock.
"Shit... Can this day get any worse?"

>Now with the information her partner gave her, she starts paying closer attention to Bridget's body language. The red flags she started noticing began pigging her interest despite how much she was trying to overlook them.


<Dammit... Not like this


"...Hey actually hold up Bridget, are you busy at the moment? I have a few questions I sort of want to ask you. Nothing too serious of course, more something out of curiosity really."

>Though she kept her guard up, she was still mostly skeptical that her childhood friend was actually up to any real trouble other than coincidentally matching a description.

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>>41563200
>>41563182

>Mokou shot a look over to Cozy at her outburst on the damage she was starting. She'd make it up to her. This was her job more or less and this guy... well, he just pissed her off.


"Tsk tsk, my ass!"

<Should have thought that through more...


>Seeing him pulling his pistol and go for the shot on plank, Mokou dropped one hand down taking a knee briefly and gripping the cable, yanking it hard to the side to jerk him hopefully off sight.


>Throwing out her other hand as she yanked back, open palm, and letting a narrow fan of white hot flame, like a jet engine arch out and melt the windows, seal, and floor and ceiling, like she was making a wall of heat between plank and Manny to maybe melt the round or throw it off at the least.


>Yank

Roll 1d1000 = 87 Evens

>Jet wall to melt or distort round.

Roll 1d1000 = 121 Evens

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>>41563203
>>41563200
>Manny gets the shot off before she can yank him around by his cable. The bullet flies through the air, straight and true to its target. It narrowly avoids the stream of heat and fire from her attack. The bullet is deformed slightly by the narrow escape, and begins to tumble in the air. Unfortunately for Plank, the projectile stays true enough to its course. The bullet smashes into Plank, blowing a large chunk out of it and sending it skidding further away.

>Upon hearing the hit and seeing Plank skid further away, Manny stops in place and puts his pistol away calmly, uncaring for any possible attack Mokou might launch. He'd turn to Cozy.


Double tap required?

>He'd ask politely.

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>>41563199

>Wade teleports into the midst of battle scarred grand entrance to the prized mares chambers. Several dead Alerians are scattered about the room and the walls scarred by combat. All of Hawkshaws team are bound and have collars around their necks. Scrape is on his knees with his hand behind his head. All around Wade and Scrape are fully armed guards, guns pointed directly at them.


What! You said this was a tracker!

>Scrape smirks


Not for you, TO you.

Don't just stand there, fire fire!

For Mother Panera!

>The 8 guards all open fire on Wade and Scrape. The bullets tearing Scrape apart in the process.

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>>41563171
>>41563169
>>41563201
>>41563206

>Bridget slows down her escape with Dom. For a moment, she contemplates if it would be better to try and talk her way out of this (Not her strong suit) or to just make a run for it now and have her old friend be forced to chase her down. With a gentle tap on Dom's back to stop him, Bridget glances back at Amanda over her shoulder.


Y-yeah? I'm kind of busy right now, but since it's you, i guess i can answer some questions. Make them quick though, i was supposed to be back home by now.

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>>41563171
>>41563201
>>41563207
>Dom tensed up with Amanda calling out to her, hair standing up on the back of his neck as the realization washed over that it wasn't going to be a simple get away. He had hopped that the two hadn't gotten word of what had happened yet, but....Dom relaxed a bit at the tap on the shoulder, supposing that Bridget wanted to try talking...though by the sound of her voice...with nothing more said, Dom turned his head to look at Bridget, then back at the two officers

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>>41563203
>>41563204
>As the smoke settled it was clear the deed was done, with deadly precision at that. Their demonstration rather impressive yet a terrifying reality check at the same time, perhaps it was time she explored over options when it came to her personal protection, or find Mokou some training at least. With a sarcastic grin she clops her forehooves together as she fluttered over to the two of them.

"My boydguard ladies and gentlecolts"

>She turned her attention back onto Manny with a more genuine smile as she reverted back to her "normal" personality.


"Golly~ You did very well mister Manny, effortlessly at that."

"Wish I could say the same for my own bodyguard...."

"So what are your conditions if I were to employ you? Any personal objection to certain tasks or is anything on the table?"

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>>41563208
>>41563207

>>41563201

"I mean... it could... it could actually be them. ... regardless, kinda odd to be doing kinda, perverse stuff like that in an alleyway."
>Mikoto whispered quietly out of the side of her mouth to Amanda as she leveled off and kept a casual stance, putting a hand half way into a pocket. Giving a glance back into the alleyway for a moment then to the pony watching him mostly. Keeping her casual less skeptical face on letting Amanda take lead.

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>>41563209
>>41563204

>Letting her head down and shadowing over her face at Cozy's words and seeing the plank get shot. She let go of the cable in her hand that was mostly molten and grabbed the melted part around her ankle, tearing at it with a glow still emanating off her. Tearing it away and lightly chucking to the side for Manny to retract or whatever. Punching a fist down into the slowly hardening cement as her heat dissipated fully and she came back to a full stance, tucking her hands in her pockets and keeping a single pace away from Cozy, was just behind her side while she talked with Manny. Keeping her head down but a part of her vision on the guy. Fishing for the pack of cigarrettes that was half crushed in her pocket and popping one out. Giving it a light with her finger tip before tucking her hands back into her pockets again, staying silent.

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>>41563205
>It didn't take long to realize Wade had basically been teleported into an ambush. Though given Scrape's reaction it would seem it was anything but intentional on his part. Still, when you're surrounded by guns from all around there's only so many you can avoid without special abilities involved. The best Wade could do was make sure they didn't hit anything vital. No time for a regeneration right now.

>He quickly relaxes his knees to get under as many bullets as possible. A few manage to hit him in the shoulder and upper torso. His blood spurting out with each impact. He moves quickly to shoot at one of them in the leg, an opening he needed to get out of the murder circle. With that one guard forced down he is able put all his straight into one arm to lift himself up into a hand stand. His feet making contact with another guard to kick off of him toward the downed one to leap over him.


>He stands with his back toward them. His free hand reaching behind him to pull out a sword. Ranged in one hand, melee in the other. He takes a deep breath as they reload.


Alexa....soundtrack.

Starting Playlist: "Slapping songs to fight god to"

Mick Gordon - The Only Thing They Fear Is You (DOOM Eternal OST)

>It's always the same start but they never seem to expect it. Leap forward to slice a few of their guns in half. A waste of perfectly good guns but the look on their faces was always priceless. Least as long as it lasted before the boot to the face. While that one was sent flying get a few shots in on the two standing next to them. By the time they realize they're dead the one will hit the one behind him. Two for one deal on the swordkabob.


>Leave the sword in, the pain will cause the one in the back to loosen the grip on his still good gun. Take it, spray and pray at the two on the right. Empty the magazine before getting the sword back out. Use the spin from the momentum to slice at one of the remaining guards before shooting at the last one with the pistol. One of the good parts of Alerians, much easier to clean up without the blood spill.

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>>41563212

He-he's not going down. HE'S NOT GOING DOWN! GAH!

>The guards enter a state of panic as each of them scramble to reload. Each of them being taken down just as quick as the next with nothing but pure fear smeared across their faces. The last of the guards if barely able to utter their final words as they fall to the ground, riddled with holes.


He's, hrk, a monster

>The three captured members of Hawkshaws team had ducked and scrambled up against the walls to keep out of the way. When the dust settled, the three slowly raised their heads to get a full view of the massacre.


By the Mothers, your something else. If we had more like you we could free the whole of Holweet.

>The gruff looking pegasus with the prosthetic wings shakes to head to refocus.


Hawkshaw is in there with Angel right now trying to convince her to leave. The Alerians had no idea he was in there. We won't be much use to you until we get these collars off.

>She says with an annoyed grunt.


Tempest is the best at taking these off without blowing our heads off. We'll meet you back at the truck. Hurry! The timers on the bombs should be ready to go off any minute now!

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>>41563213
>The words that leave the last Alerian echo in Wade for a brief moment. He remembers the first time he had heard those exact words. He can still smell burning flesh and plastic. He looks down at the Alerian and sees an equestrian scientist laying among broken glass and destroyed machinery.

>It wasn't until the Equestrian was nearly done talking did he snap back to the present.


Oooo, yeah. About that. Kinda already told her to get out of here with the kids and her group. Kinda sort on time and all and figured you guys would be up for a jog. One of these guys had to have a key on him right?

>He lowers his weapons and searches for a key to the collars. He knew that without it the Equestrians wouldn't be able to use their natural abilities. And flying would be pretty useful right now.


What's taking him so long anyway? Figure someone as important as her would be down for an armed escort.

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>>41563218

Well, that's fine. Priority is to the escapees anyways. We'll just meet up with the others at the rendezvous point.

>The pegasus tilts her head curiously as Wade searches the dead guards.


If you're looking for a key, don't bother. They put these on intending for them never to come off. If there is a key, it's probably in the capital, far from here. We'll just have Tempest remove them.

>The three start make their way over to a nearby wall.


I don't know what's taking him so long, the rest of the ponies were easy enough to convince. Probably has something to do with why Hawkshaw wanted to talk to her alone. I say, just grab her and run for it. We don't have time to play with words anymore.

>The large earth pony turns around a bucks a massive hole in the wall to the outside.


See ya at the air base

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>>41563223
Aight, catch ya later.

>He says as though they were just casually breaking up after a night out. That was one thing those null collars were bad at. Just wasn't much you could do against raw Earth Pony strength. Made Wade glad he wasn't born a unicorn. For a second he ponders on how different life would be if Appleslice was born of a different race. Kid was smart enough to be a unicorn but maybe that was just something from a long forgotten ancestor.


Back to business.

>He looks toward the door containing Angel. The group had been here a while and this was their only job. They ended up taking the lion's share of the group because this was the most heavily guarded area. Even taking that into account Hawkshaw would have had to be in there a while. He ponders on if he should just wait for a few more minutes before storming in. After all he had to be aware of their time limit.


..........

>Nah that would take to long. He casually walks toward the door before practically slamming it open with one hand.


Oy! Hawkshaw, what's taking so long?

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>>41563225

>Within the room, Wade finds a luxury spa for one. A fantastical queen sized bed with silk sheets, a fully stocked kitchen, various forms of entertainment, everything a pony could want. Except for freedom of course. At the other end of the room standing next to a door marked as being the restroom, Hawkshaw is desperately trying to convince it's occupant to leave.


C'mon Angel, even if you don't want to join our cause, I really need to get you out of this place. You need to know what the rest of Holweet looks like beyond this little paradise you've got here.

>From beyond the door, Wade would hear a familiar sounding voice. Soft, gentle, frightened.


I don't want to know what it's like out there. I like it here! Why do you keep trying to take it all away from me? I never told anyone that you were part of the underground because you're my friend, but please just leave me alone. I'm not coming out

>Hawkshaw sighs and turns to Wade.


She's uh, little more stubborn than i anticipated...

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>>41563226
>Wade was expecting a variety of things when he opened the door. A house of breeding horrors straight out of a bad kink film about a college student and her CEO lover, Hawkshaw and Angel doing the do letting the rush of near death drive them, even some kind of boss fight. Instead Wade finds himself facing his greatest fear of all. A spoiled brat.

>The words hit Wade like a ton of bricks though he doesn't dare let himself show it. He casually approaches the door as Hawkshaw explains the situation to him. He of course could easily kick open the door and drag her out kicking and screaming. In fact he considers doing it for a brief moment. And yet the words of Tempest echo in him.


Hmmm.....

>He motions for Hawkshaw to stand aside as he takes a seat in front of the door. His voice wasn't the most soothing in the world. In fact a wise man once said it was something akin to oil over gravel, but he could at least see things from the perspective of someone scared of change.


Hey Angel, it's Wade. Don't know if Hawkshaw told you about me or not, he failed the hype up portion of the sidekick initiation test after all.

>Step one, lighten the mood with humor.


You got a pretty nice set up here. Can kinda see why you wouldn't want to leave it behind.

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>>41563227

Is there someone else out there with you?

>Hawkshaw holds out his hoof as though he gave Wade permission to give it a try. From behind the door comes a soft chuckle.


It's better than nice, it's the best. Holweet has done nothing but take extra special care of me my entire life.

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>>41563228
>It was lucky there was a door in between them otherwise Angel may have seen the slight cringe that sentence caused for a second underneath Wade's mask.

I'd wager all the friends you bring in here are always happy to see you too. You must be able to throw a lot of parties.

>Wade more then likely already knew the response this would give. A bit of the truth baked into keeping the conversation positive.

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>>41563229

Hawkshaw is my only friend, everyone else that comes to visit is just here to do their duty as a citizen of Holweet.

>There is a brief silent gap between her answer.


What's a parties?

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>>41563230
>He figured that much. Such a trophy would likely have been kept in isolation from the rest of the rabble. Disgusting.

A party? Well that's when a whole bunch of people get together and have fun. Play music, watch a few movies, maybe dance a little if the cider flows freely enough. You've never had one before?

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>>41563231

That sounds like fun... and a lot of social interaction that I'm not allowed to have. "It would be too strenuous on my fragile psyche"

>She answers with in a rehearsed tone, as though she had heard it a thousand times before.

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>>41563232
Heh, they sound just like my mom.

>He takes a deep breath before responding in a mocking attempt at a mare's voice.


"Boy you need to stop hangin with them no good waste of furs". Well look who's laughing now, mom. I'm a big shot government man.

>He boasts proudly, even banging on his chest.


Just goes to show that sometimes you gotta go out and do your own thing. Even if everyone warns you otherwise.

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>>41563233

>Angel quietly ponders the strangers words.


but I don't want to go out. I can do my own thing right here in my room where everything is safe. I don't even know what's out there... It's scary to think about.

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>>41563209
>>41563211
>Manny doesn't retract the cable once it is free of Mokou, waiting for it to cool off first.

Your limits are my limits.

>He'd reply cheerily.


As for hiring conditions, aside from the usual rates, I do have replacement fees in the event a me is killed in your service and you wish to replace me.

>He'd say as he walked back over to the table.

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>>41563236
Oh yeah, it's really scary. Probably the most frightening thing anyone can ever do is leave home.

>If Hawkshaw were to try and speak up Wade would simply raise a hand to suggest he stay quiet.


But we all have to eventually. And when that time comes you have two options. You can stay where you are, knowing nothing will change. Or you can punch your fear right in the dick and make things better by your own hooves.

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>>41563239

>Hawkshaw opens his mouth to add his own thoughts to the conversation just as Wade predicted, and is kept quiet.


But how can i know things will be better if i leave? What if it doesn't get better than this? What if nobody likes me... I would be alone in a new scary world. At least here I'm alone with all the comforts i could ever want.

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>>41563244
You wouldn't know unless you try. It's true that you'll get out there and there will be plenty of people who won't like you. In fact some of them may hate your guts.

>his words soften. The place they were coming from was one he felt all too well in the past.


But for every one of those you'll be able to make a friend. More then that. And eventually, you'll end up meeting people you'll want to keep in your life no matter how things get. People who can help you in the rough times, and share in the good. Besides I can name at least 10 people who would love to meet you right off the top of my head.

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>>41563246

>Angel remains quiet for a time. The silence from her end dragging on longer and longer. Just before the extended silence would require intermission by the two outside the door, she finally speaks.


You really mean that, don't you?

>Angel takes in a deep, shaking breath.


Okay, i'll come with you, but uhm, I wan't Hawkshaw to promise, that he will always be with me... If, i don't make any new friends, i want to know that i'll always have him.

You got it Angel. I swear by Celestia, I'll never leave you so long as i live.

Okay, i'm coming out...

>Angel undoes the locks on the bathroom door and slowly pushes it open. With the faint aroma of perfume flowing out, accompanied by a small cloud of steam, Angel steps into full view.

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>>41563248
*a faint gasp would come from Wade as he saw what waited on the other side of the door. He can see why Angel was so valuable to these savages. A perfect replica of one of Equestria's most famous mares. And they were using this image for this of all things. He had to collect himself. Couldn't let his emotions get the better of him now. This place was going to be rubble soon enough anyway.

>He gets to his feet and rubs his jaw. He only just now remembered the bombs already counting down.


We should go ahead and make our way to the airfield. Everyone should already be waiting for us there.

Hawkshaw, it may be best if you shield the young mare's eyes as we navigate through the next room.

>He could typically clean up such a fight rather quickly, but they had neither the materials or time to do so before Angel had to venture forth.

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>>41563249

Oh, right.

>Using his wings, Hawkshaw covered up Angels eyes.


Wait, what did you do? What don't i want to see?

We're just, uh, trying to ease you in. Don't want you to get too overwhelmed with the new world you're entering.

>With a concerned groan, Angel willingly follows Hawkshaws lead as they exit the room.


Woah.

>Hawkshaw pauses to gaze about the carnage.


Guess they don't just let anyone into the special forces now do they? By the mothers.

What? What are you looking at?

Uh, don't worry about. Just keep following my lead Angel, we'll get you out of here in no time.

>Through the open hole in the wall, Wade would be able to see a pickup truck, loaded with hay in the bed, waiting for them. The cabin was empty but the engine is still running. A second set of tire tracks and be clearly seen driving away from the scene.


Err, do you know how to drive one of those things?

>Tearing through the silence of the night, the fire alarms go off.

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>>41563262
>Wade would pay the comment no mind. He remembers a time when he would have joked about it and not cared for Angel's obvious frailty. At this point it was either him or them, and he didn't have the luxury of talking it out with these people. Besides, their mother units could just revive them if they really wanted to.

>The truck outside would paint a fair picture. He could only guess how it got there, but he was never one to look a McGuffin in the mouth.


Eh, how hard can it be? It's not a stick is it?

>He crawls into the truck after quickly shifting into pony form. He kinda wishes he had watched Tempest drive on the way here. He was much more used to the human models.


Buckle up, next stop freedom train.

>He waits for Hawkshaw to give the ok before driving off from the area.

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>>41563265

>Hawkshaw is quick to shuffle Angel into the passenger seat of the truck with him. It's a tight squeeze, but they manage to share the seat well enough.


Go go go! We're out of time!

Uhm, out of time for what? What did you do this time Hawkshaw?

>Angels concern grows as she starts to move her head to see exactly what was going on. Not enough to actually break free of the feathery blindfold, but just enough to express her curiosity starting to get the better of her.

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>>41563266
Punch it, Chewy!

>He didn't have to shout twice. Wade quickly realizes which pedal is the break and hits it as hard as his hooves can. The tires squeal as he instinctavly follows the tracks away from the breeding center.

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>>41563269

>As they speed away from the breeding center with the fire alarm blazing just as loud as ever, several more guards appear in the open hole. They shout at the getaway truck and open fire in hopes of stopping their escape.


Aim for the tires! Don't let them get-

>The first series of explosives detonate. The walls of the breeding center tremble as one after another, the supports begin to crumble. The Alerians at the hole begin to scramble, but their efforts would be completely wasted.


What is all that noise?!

>When the chain finally reaches the power room, the entire structure is blasted to pieces in one massive blast that shook the very ground beneath the truck. Chunks of the building flying off in every which way, crashing down and destroying the carefully tailored landscape that surrounded the center. Bits of wall, furniture, and equipment plummet from the sky into their getaway path with one giant chunk utterly destroying the welcome sign at the entrance tot he property. The light show is something to behold as the fires turn the once dark night as bright as midday.


What did you do?!

>Unable to hold herself back any longer, Angel breaks free from Hawkshaws wings and looks out the window to see the devastation behind them. Angel is stunned. Her wordless gasp is all the escapes her mouth as she leans out the window to get one last look at the place she had called home her entire life, be reduced to rubble.

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>>41563270
>Wade had walked away from a number of explosions in his life. A good share of which he caused himself. He's even looked back at a few of them and laughed as the shockwave tickled him in his naughty places. But naturally there were a few he regreted. Right now this one was ranking as the second worst.

>He remains silent as he keep a following the tracks. Let Hawkshaw deal with this one, he was better at it. He had done enough to the poor girl. She could blame him for the explosion for the rest of her life if she wanted to for all he cared. He had been blamed for worse, even did a few of them. Reguardless the tired old expression rings in his head. One he heading ago in a land far away.


<"You can never go home again."

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>>41562821
>Pam looks down at Mimir, a soft smile on her face. She was so cute. The werewolf reached up with her free hand and ever so gently pushed Mimir's glasses back up her nose by the bridge until they were safe from falling any further. She moves her hand slightly away as she looks the girl in the eyes.

You know, you're very cute when you're flustered.

>She says softly, just a slight hint of teasing in her tone. She moves her hand and brushes Mimir's hair softly aside and behind her ear, inwardly marveling at how real it felt.


You're very cute always, actually. Everything about you is perfect.

>Her hand moves from her hair and gently caresses her cheekbone, down to rest at her chin. She looks into Mimir's eyes silently for a moment before leaning in and gently kissing her on the lips. It was just a simple kiss, pressing her lips to hers, and it only lasted a few seconds, but for a first kiss it was quite enough. Again, Pam could only marvel at how real her lips felt, for something that was a projection. It was technology beyond her wildest dreams... and Mimir was a girl beyond them as well.


>As Pam pulled away a bit, her face still only a few inches away from the other girl's, her smile was wider than before.


Mhmm... as I thought, perfect.

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>>41563283

Angel!

>Hawkshaw is quick to pull the stunned mare back into the cab. His wings wrapped around her tightly.


It's... it's gone. Forever.

>To say that Angel was shocked would be a severe understatement. Her entire life had been spent in that one luxury room. Every memory she ever had, every living being she had ever met, all happened within those four walls of an even larger structure. To see her entire life vanish before her eyes, was... traumatic to say the least. Questions flooded the cloned mares mind, Why? How? Who? Stunned into silence, Angel simply shrinks deeper into Hawkshaws grasp, glancing up at the stranger driving the truck.


It'll be alright Angel. We'll settle you in with countless others like us. They'll love you, i promise.

>Follwing the tracks leads far out of the populated region of the town. Firetrucks howling in the distance, the group reach an abandoned warehouse. Tempests cargo truck parked outside along with another similar to their own. Just outside were a handful of Alerians, casually keeping watch. One waves down the group as they approach.

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>>41563292
>He trusted the squad managed to plant explosives right. He'd feel a little better if he had done it himself to make sure not a single room was left standing in the damn facility. But he wouldn't have had that luxury. If they were lucky anything left for Atlus would be no more useful then a pile of scrap metal.

>The sight of Alerians at the front door initially activates the worse part of Wade's Fight-Or-Flight response. A good part of his brain screams, nay demands that he punch it and slam the guards into the wall. Luckily the part that remembers what he had learned manages to overcome that part and put it back in the box in time for him to skid to a halt beside the other vehicles.


Thank you for ridding with Bubber. Don't forget to rate 5 stars.

>He practically mutters to himself as he exits the vehicle. The time for jokes was just barely returning with all the thoughts bouncing around in his mind. They wasted a good period of time getting to this point, he could only pray they still had enough as he looks at his watch and approaches the Alerians.

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>>41563296

>The Alerians standing outside the rendezvous point preemptively move out of the way of the truck, almost as though they could feel the underlying murderous intent. Hawkshaw gently helps the silent Angel out of the truck.


Alright, just one step at a time Angel. There, that's it.

>One of the Alerians approaches Wade.


We felt that explosion all the way from over here. Nice work. That scumhole should have been destroyed a long time ago. Uh, anyways, Tempest an the rest of your herd are waiting inside. Me an the boys are gonna escort the pilots to the base before to get ready for takeoff. Let her know we'll be ready when you are.

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>>41563299
God Speed you glorious bastards. My your crumb trays never go unemptied.

>He says trying to relate to these people in some way. Though he knew he probably just offended somebody. He waits for Hawkshaw and Angel to catch up before heading inside to get a good look of everyone. If what he saw underground was any indication, he braced himself for the overwhelming numbers he was about to face.

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>Meanwhile....

>In the backyard of the Strider residents, Bailey was setting up a wrestling mat on the floor, forming a simple ring big enough for free movement and to allow start ups on most moves! Bailey herself was wearing a simple set of workout gear, sports bra and leggings, along with some sneakers.


>Once the last piece was secured in place, Bailey dusted her hands off the extremely tedious and mundane task of dragging around soft padding. The purple haired cat girl would look around for her blonde and red head companion, wondering where she maybe


Sunseeeeet!

We doin this or what?

>She called out, expecting a reply. It was hard to pinpoint how it exactly happened, but the two decided to have a fun friendly sparing match to test each-others ability. I mean. What else were they suppose to do in their time off and the house to them selves?

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>>41563307

Er, thanks? May your... water trough never go dry.

>The Alerians responds in mild confusion before starting to head out with the others.


[b]That was weird.


>Opening a door to the warehouse reveals a numerous host of Ponies. Just as was speculated, there were nearly three times as many here as there were in the one camp he had seen before. Though Earth ponies remained the majority, the percentage of pegasus had increased significantly. Most of them wearing jumpsuits indicating they were part of weather management. Hawkshaw nods to Wade as he ushers Angel into the building, leader he to a less occupied space in the warehouse.


Oh, good. You've arrived.

>Tempest drops from the ceiling in front of Wade.


I see you successfully convinced Angel to come along. That is quite the feat, i congratulate you.

>She says with an approving smile.


I'll bring you up to speed. All except for two of the young and elderly are already on their way to the ship you arrived on. The loyalist gate guards will let us through and give us easy access to the air ships. We will need to travel in small groups at a time to not draw too much attention, but if it comes down to it, we are prepared to rush the base while the loyalists create a distraction. That is about all i can think of at any rate.

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>>41563311
>Looking at the large group before him still weighed heavily on his heart. He thought he was ready but no matter what nobody could have been prepared to see this much suffering. Hopefully this would be the day theirs came to an end.

Clearing the breeding center was faster then I thought. Barely managed to kill an hour in there.

>He holds up his wrist to look down at his watch. It was always strange how no matter how little time passed between him looking at it it always felt like much more time had passed. Between the actions inside the facility and the drive just shy of an hour and a half had passed. That still didn't give them much time.


I'd say we had plenty of time but that's always the fastest way to bite yourself in the flank. Can the elderly move on their own?

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>>41563312

They should be fine. The ones from home base are waiting for the ones here to arrive before getting on the ship. I'm sending a few of the stronger ones to help move them along. Many of them have traveled great distances in one day. Not much energy left in them for now. All but one is prepared to leave. She is absolutely determined to help get everyone she can on the airships...

>Tempest pauses and glances back at the crowd of ponies, all gearing up for the next maneuver.


I should tell you now. Not everyone is going with you.

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>>41563313
>It would take all of their remaining time to get everyone loaded up onto the planes. Even longer then that finally get them airborn. Hopefully by the time Atlus made it this far into the territory they would be long gone.

>The thought of anyone getting left behind bothered Wade to the core. Even if it was to ensure everyone else made it nobody should have to do such a thing. If anyone should have to it should be him. He could take anything Atlus threw at him, it may take months, even years but he would make it home eventually. He would be willing to take all that torture if it meant they could go free. Even if Equestria denied his very existence.


Nobody is getting left behind. I'm making that perfectly clear. Everyone in this hanger is making it onto that ride even if I have to hold back all of Atlus myself.

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>>41563314

>Tempest shakes her head.


I respect your determination, but no one is getting "left behind". All who wish to leave, will make it on board those ships no matter the cost. Not everyone here wants to leave however. Not out of fear, but out of a determination that could match your own. There are still hundreds more of us scattered about the country who have yet to join our cause let alone be made aware of our existence. If the entirety of the underground were to leave, what would become of them? They would need to build the underground from scratch, make the same mistakes we made.

>She sighs.


Some of us are staying behind, so nopony gets left behind.

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>>41563310
"Yeah yeah, I'm coming..."

Sunset stepped out, wearing her god-tier uniform. Not that she was planning on using her powers for this kind of fight, it just felt comfortable.

She pounded her fists together, cracking her knuckles and rolling her neck.

"Alright, how are we doing this?"

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>>41563318
Well...

>Bailey would start to do some stretches on her legs squatting down and leaning towards the left and then the right to really get limbered up.


We should definitely not try to kill eachother. Or really like, try breaking our backs...

Pretty sure we could both walk that shit off, but how's bout we just stick to no face shots, no murder, and no breaking bones?

First to tap out? Or a shoulder pin?

>Bailey asked, turning to face Sunset full as she stood up straight, awaiting to see if she'd be fine with those set of rules.

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>>41563319
"Yeah, I can work with that."

"Besides, even if I hurt you too bad, I can just fix you right up," she joked.

It's been so long since she'd actually fought, so this was a welcome change of pace.

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>>41563323
Haha, don't get too cocky.

>Bailey would take a breath, figuring she was as prepared as she could be to spar with her roommate. Bailey turned to Sunset and gave a small nod towards her, getting into a simple fighting stands.


I'm ready when you are

<Hah...she knows hand to hand right? SHe hung out with the Boba guy for a while right?


>Bailey thought to herself, but nevertheless, she allowed Sunset the first strike

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>>41563326
"Alright then, let's do this!"

Sunset took a moment to collect herself and focus, before lunging forward with a gut punch.

Evens
Roll 1d1000 = 497
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>>41563327
Whoa

>Bailey would quickly shift her body on the ball of her heel as Sunset ran over. Thinking fast, the cat girl quickly extended a foot out towards Sunsets feet to trip her, using an arm to quickly push her forward from behind to add onto Sunsets current path of motion.


>Roll 1d1000 = 222 evens


>If evens, Bailey would add after tripping sunset


Oops, sorry, that's kinda a cheat shot ain't it?

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>>41563328
WHAM!

Sunset sails far past the mat and lands face-first onto the ground.

She quickly gets up, trying to shake off the pain. As she turned back around to face Bailey, she felt something warm and wet trailing down her face.

She put up a hand to her face, and saw her hand caked in blood.

Alright, minor nosebleed, that's still not the worst thing.

She started to taste blood in her mouth, too. As she spit it out, she felt way too much space in there than she was used to her entire life.

Her tongue poked around her mouth, feeling several gaps where there should have been teeth.

"Waith, thhime oww.. Ahh thith."

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>>41563329
....

>Bailey was completely stunned by that.


<Oh fuck. Oh god. Oh shit. Oh no.


Oh fuck. Oh god. Oh shit. Oh no.

>Bailey quickly went to Sunsets side, crouching down with her hands raised up, looking as if she was going to help her but at the same time being unsure of how to help her at that.


Oh shit, you're girlfriend is going to kill me. H-Hey wait, you can do time fucky wuckys right? do that! I can't afford this places dental!

<Ah fuck, I knew I should have made the ring bigger, or fucking rented out an actual wrestling ring with ropes, oh shit!


>Needless to say, Bailey seemed fairly panicked as she wasn't sure what sort of durability Sunset could take.

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>>41563330
Sunset quickly covers up her mouth to try and prevent more blood from dripping out.

"Yeah, yeah, justh...find my theeth. I'll fith ith."

Her tongue kept running over her gums, trying to count how many of them were knocked out. She was fairly certain she couldn't just grow her teeth back, but if she could just put them back, maybe she could use her powers to fix it. She'll be damned if she's gonna start wearing dentures.

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>>41563331
Oh my fucking god.

>Bailey now able to get a better look at her mouth, it was worse then she expected.


Y-Yeah yeah! Alright! I'll look over there just uh...stop talking?

>God, the noise of her talking only amplified it. Bailey wasn't a stranger when it came to blood and the like, but she was sort of a stranger to Sunset. Being roommates and battering her up, well....well. Bailey quickly went a few feet away from Sunset, going down to try and quickly comb through the grass for them.


Again, I'm sooo fucking sorry, Sunset

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>>41563332
"Iths fine, wasth my fault anyway..."

Sunset tried to pick her words carefully to try and not sound like a complete idiot, but then again, she's the one who broke her face.

Her natural healing powers worked to stop the bleeding and pain, but the speech impediment was a different story.

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>>41563333

Alright, alright...lets see...

>Bailey was quickly picking through the grass as fast and efficiently as she could. It should be noted that Baileys ears were sticking down and her tail had been sticking straight up, puffed up.


one.....two.....three....fooo-uck

H-How many did you lose again?

>Bailey quickly reported back to Sunset, holding up three white teeth like objects in her palm.


>Roll 1d1000 = 306 if Odds, in her haste, Bailey seems to have accidentally picked up Roll 1d2 = 2 white pebbles, having mistaken them for Sunsets teeth.

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>>41563315
>As much as Wade wanted to argue he simply couldn't. There was a would foundation for their decision. Even with everyone here there was no telling how many life forms remained enslaved on this continent. How many had he passed locked away in the various buildings he passed at this point. It was a cruel and unfair reality that everyone involved was forced to realize. But if they were to have this opportunity again they would need the experience of those who helped get them this far in the first place.

....


>Wade leans against the wall. His defeated silence would be more then enough to show he saw Tempest's logic as much as he hated the very idea.


...I'll work to set up a secure line once I get back. If you need anything we can make an effort to deliver supplies. I doubt Celestia will be harsh on Panera. She'll be able to continue helping.

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>>41563335

Indeed i will

>Panera enter the warehouse, escorted by a squad of veteran Alerians soldiers. Tempest and several other ponies nearby all stand up straight in respect. Tempest herself even going so far as to slightly bow.


Please, don't do that. There are no masters here.

I was worried you would not come.

What choice did i have. This one was rather insistent that i come along weather i liked it or not.

>She says motioning towards Wade.


But i don't just bring myself, i also bring good news for the future.

>One of the veterans walks up and presents an official document to both Wade and Tempest. The document is written in the native language of the Alerians with several barcodes printed at the bottom.


To simplify, in order to overrule any laws that Immortal Leader puts in place, it would require all three advisors to veto. I managed to convince Pepperidge, the second advisor, to lend his voice to our cause. Accompanied by the signatures of two thirds of my fellow MOTHER units, we now have the authority to end the slave trade in Holweet. Of course, legally it won't mean much when Altus takes over, but it does mean that two thirds of the mother units in the nation are fully prepared to assist in the future escape of slaves, regardless of who reigns.

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>>41563334
Yeah, those definitely look like teeth. Bloody teeth, but teeth.

Sunset was going to go with the best assumption that they were her teeth that Bailey just found in the dirt.

She picked them up and examined them.

...Damnit, they didn't teach dentistry back in CHS.

Behind a covered mouth, Sunset put the teeth back in the gummy sockets, using her time powers to put them back in place.

"Bleh, I'm definitely gonna need mouthwash."

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>>41563207
>>41563208
>>41563210
>Amanda walks closer to them as she looks over Bridget with an investigative eye.

>Roll 1d1000 = 195 odds she notices the glass still in her hair and clothes in addition to the various scratches and bruises along her arms and face. Evens she misses the more finer detail, only noting a bruise or two on her.

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>>41563338
>Amanda immediately notices everything and with a sad sigh she discretely signals her partner to come over.

"...B-Bridget, please don't make this difficult on me"
>She said meekly, the young rookie not wanting to throw away a long friendship over her job.

"This is all probably a silly misunderstanding, but you match a suspect we are looking for and I just need to make sure... I am pretty sure you're not her though."

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>>41563208
>>41563210
>>41563338
>>41563339

>Bridget had no idea what Amanda could have been looking for, but whatever it was, she certainly found it if she didn't even need to ask a question. Things were going from bad to worse fast. If she wanted any chance of getting out of here, she would need to do something drastic. Normally this would be the moment she'd pull out some acrobatic combat move, but this was one of her oldest friends...


You know Amanda, sometimes, it feels like the world is fighting against me. I keep ending up at the wrong place at the wrong time. Can't you just take my word for it that i didn't do anything? I would hate to keep Honey Pot waiting for so long.

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>>41563211
>>41563238
>Cozy floated back to her side of the table and took a seat. She rubbed her chin as she thought about it. Though she liked the idea of having another 'immortal' on her payroll, she didn't really like the idea of letting this guy in on the overall goal of her operation. At least not yet anyway.

"Do you offer training? I feel like I could more use your services sparring with my bodyguard more than anything at the moment."

"I can offer other services once I feel I can trust you a little more, nothing personal of course."

>She looked over at Mokou noting her expression/

"Aww, cheer up, I'll get you an ice cream on the way home"

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>>41563341
>>41563340
>Despite how much she refused to believe it, it was increasingly becoming more and more clear she was indeed the one they were looking for, the red flags by this point way to hard too avoid.

"...Bridget, you have bruises and glass all over you, you're only a few blocks from a crime scene matching the suspect description, if I ignored this and let you go, I could go to jail for dereliction of duty... Please just come with me. Like I said, it is likely just a huge misunderstanding."
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>>41563337
....heh....whoosh....

>Bailey would let out a small chuckle of relief as Sunset put her teeth back together. Bailey fell back onto her butt, resting her arms on her knees as she breathed heavy sigh of relief.


Well. Glad you're time...whatever, and could fix that....that was really fucked.

....again I'm sorry, like...hah

I just wanted to hang out with you cause we've been roommates for years and we never really talked or anything and....

...heh...fuck

>Bailey explained....or rather, rambled on about it. Still. She felt particularly bad that this had ended so quickly and violently.

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>>41563210
>>41563338
>>41563339
>>41563341
>>41563343
>There was nothing Dom could really think of what to say or do to make this situation better. He could probably make an easy attempt at just running away with her, turning into like, a giant bird and flying away. The fact that Amanda had already suspected Bridget, though, meant that whatever happened now...it'd probably lead to the same result...

...

>Dom would look up to Bridget for a second, reading her expression to the best of his abilities, before turning back to Amanda and Misaka


Ah-hem.

I-I, Aye'm not ta shore wot yew tew ar' on bout, but it is preeeetty darn late.

puuurhaps yews tew cud discuss dis in the mornin'?

>A hail mary. Desperate. But it beats doing nothing.

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>>41563345
>>41563343
>>41563341

>Seeing the sigh and slight deflation, it read as a clear 'I don't want to do this but come back me up' sort of notion. And from the short discussion, it was clear what was going on now and that there was gonna be some difficulty. They were friends, but a officer was down and a fire at the station. Nothing so easily ignored and not being her friend, this was a little more objective for Misaka.


>Stepping forward keeping her arms folded to her chest and letting them down, a hand resting on her hip just above the pair of cuffs, the other hand reaching out to the wall like she was leaning against it looking somewhat casual.


"If, you'd please step over here, Honey Pot, Miss, rear up and put your hooves and or hands against the wall for me."
>Taking a half step forward and speaking softly, trying to be kind to the situation, but seeing it was not going to make progress with the situation.

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>>41563238
>>41563342

>Turning to take a few steps to the side and keeping her somewhat downtrodden demeanor, but keeping her attention still to her job. Watching this guy and still to protect the filly.


<If I had the damn chance, I'd just have flown off with the plank and gotten her tiny filly ass to safety that way... but then I'd just fricken leave her here alone with that creep and have a plank in hand........ fuck Plank, Plank is a total board headed piece of sh-


"Huh?"
>Looking down from Manny for a moment to Cozy, and letting her shoulders soften up some, and her grimmace softening to a small frown. Giving two nice short nods and looking back to Manny, taking another drag of her cigarette.

"...thankyou.."
>She'd uttered quietly. Now a little more content at the promise of ice cream.

<Sparring... so I get to actually fry this chump? Alright... kinda wish Meiling wasn't such a sleeper. Could have picked her mind more those couple years on some fist fighting.


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