>Lorekeeper Rubelline

>>26983966

>Also taking a step back, the Lorekeeper lifts it's head, the rounded, velvet red mare's nose twitches in slight embarrassment, though the small scars covering it and the much older, humored lilt told you that you were dealing with one around Naliyna's age.
[Kingdom] "Well... I was expecting a different sort of package, but I suppose you might do."
>Pushing the hood back onto her mane, a pair of glassy purple eyes peek around you, the scar and burn laden elder mare a little shorter than most Crystal ponies her age.
>Sliding back two paces, the Lorekeeper purses her lips, tilting her head to the left and giving you a rather flattering smile.
[Kingdom] "Very well. I am Head Lorekeeper Rubelline. No relation to the Remostrine family. Please, enter."
>Bidding you in with a hoof, the mare stiffly turns about, easily switching to Common and calling over her shoulder merrily.
"I know your name quite well, after all the Princess's bed warmer is supposed to have a Warden watching at all times."

>Ducking into the short door and finding the ceiling a standard height of ten feet or so, you're greeted by rows of small tables and hoofestals covering the massive Armory's interior, the sheer number of trinkets and historical relics covering each mind numbing in their scope.
>Neatly organized racks of weaponry, everything from stone to crystal to the alchemical metals, take the entirety of the north and south walls, while the east wall featured well over two hundred diamond encased sets of armor, one in particular on the southernmost side being some form of crystalline grass.

>Sliding behind a small, light colored wooden reception desk and seating herself upon a low, heavily cushioned chair, Rubelline leans back into it, her forelegs placed across the hoofrests with a welcoming smile.
"So, what can the Kingdom Armory do for Lont?"

>Dancing Eyes

>>27093568

>Lifting her front shoulders in a small motion, the much heavier mare reaches out to amusedly scatter one pile of rings across the carpet.
"In Stalliongrad, one either abides by the overherd's demands or gets shunned for 'lacking loyalty', whatever that means at the time. Besides, you don't sound like you're from Cloudsdale or Las Pegasus.. then again there's a few hundred cloud-towns these days that most ponies don't know the name of."
>Sighing half-heartedly at the question, Dancing Eyes rubs her right fetlock up and down your barrel in a slow manner, sensing that she was rolling her eyes judging by her whimsical, innocent tone.
"What do you mean? I'm merely stating that I'm available to you most every hour of the night, whether for deep, meaningful conversations, training and instruction on certain esoteric matters, or for mareish company. I was certainly not stating that I view you as an attractive mare to seek my personal self-indulgences with, oh no, I could never do that."
>Rolling her cheek across yours once more, the primal psion snorts in a quiet manner, giving you a gentle squeeze with her forelegs.
"Let me share a secret then: this weird company of 'humans' is actually a bunch of cleverly disguised batponies. What does that mean for you? They respect laziness.. which could work out quite well for an enterprising pegasus like yourself."

>>27094813

>As you exit the tent, you're surprised at losing most of your former concealment, both of your hands becoming plainly visible in the dark.
>Creeping away from the Solar faction section of the encampment a distance, you're caught out in the vast, wide open when a pair of hooves lands behind you, snickering from a young mare causing you to freeze.
"If you're looking for a somepony then you should probably leave them a note instead of acting all sneaky like this. Good night!"
>A brief gust of wind and another snicker occurs, the outline of one of the mercenary pegasi flitting off towards the Tower leaving you, probably, in the clear.

>Central Equestria, The First Valley

>>27097942

>Gazing out from halfway up the birch tree, there seemed to be nowhere that a pony could hide, a lack of large shrugs and other cover apparent up and down the entirety of the valley.
>Besides the small trail through the grass that you'd made, there appeared to be a complete lack of large life here.

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[Kingdom] "If I end up exceeding expectations you might get a 'bonus package' on top of what's in store."
>Giving Rubelline a curt nod, the Operator entered the building, swiveling his satchel out of the way so its contents don't bang the door frame.
"Lovely name you have. They sound familiar, do they make wine?"
>It was a long shot, but the Remostrines most likely did not.
>There was a family that did specialize in making Empire wine, that he was certain of.
"Bed warmer? Not the most uncomplimentary title I've heard."
>He scoffed playfully, Lont was used to hearing whispered opinions of himself behind his back, and "bed warmer" was on the tamer side.
>As the door closed behind him, Rubellines comment did not escape his mind.

>There was his room, there was the armoury, the Enclave, hell even depots and vaults back on Ferrundus that were filled with many treasures.
>But this place, this was something else.
>Everything in this room gave off the rare sparkle of a million diamonds in the rough, however nothing; NOTHING compared to the twinkle of wonderment in his wide eyes.
"...By the metal kings this place..."
>It took some time for him to register Rubellines question, since his sense of hearing was superseded by greedy sight.
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>And so when he did the swordless swordsmen turned to face the crystal mare, warm smile brightened by the magnificent atmosphere.
"Apologies for that, haven't seen such a...glorious sight like this before in my life."
>Swinging a hand in regards to the armoury's collection, the same hand returned to grip the strap of the satchel, shaking it to gain notice.
"I've come to gather information and in turn share information, but first-"
>Unzipping the bag, a hand carefully delved into its depths to pull out a silk wrapped delivery.
"-I've come to return something."
>Placing the Wingblades on the table with tenderness he thought he did not possess, Lont stepped back to let Rubelline investigate.

>>27107581

>The operator groaned slightly as the transportation through the void had completed, his stomach reminding him whay happens when you don't use the portal.
>His lack of knowledge on written English really fucked him over on that one.
>Probably a good idea to find a book in Norwegian on how to write in English later.
>But for now, he had another sentient horse and unholy union of a cat and a bird in front of him.
>Another gryphon.
>Why do they all speak with a german accent?
>He clears his throat as he glances around his surroundings before turning to face her.
>Speaking with an air of confidence in his own, accented voice:
"Hello. I am Spruce. Norwegian Fallskjermjeger, nice to meet you Cu'Nir."
>The Norwegian looks to the other two and then asks both Sand Cutter and Simon.
"What are your names? I am rather new and I haven't seen either of you before."

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can i join?

>>27115804
Hop in the irc and we can see about getting you in.

>Razorback, Workshop: Aiutante

>>27102958
[1d6+3] <Research
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>Having watched you forge your new weapon from an observable distance away, Aiutante hovered her bright pink binder away from her face to address you.
"Wow Kraut, I totally didn't know you could craft like that! Loved how you used those gloves!"
>She giddily backpedals over to her work station, where you set your new gunblade down and the glitter fang.
"A doohickey? That's a glitter fang, silly. I've like never actually seen one, before. Some sort of spider down real South. Anyway, let me like get that for you!"
>Hovering the glitter fang up to inspect it quick, the unicorn mare levels it parallel with the curve of the gun blade and in a bright pink flash disappears from sight.
>Upon your first overlook of the blade, you notice an identical etched outline of the glitter fang on the flat of the blade that ran to the point; along with a slight sparkly sheen to it.
>Looking over your new blade, momentarily, Aiutante smiles at her quick work and hovers the gunblade back over to you
"There you, go, Kraut! Just don't nick yourself with it, or you'll be like totally loopy for a while."

>>27115804
Navarone (prefers Nav)
I think I can take a tech/support role
Nav was a new recruit in a spec ops team first mission to take out a terrorist cell who had gotten their hands on some experimental tech. that tech was unstable teleportation tech that eventually led to teleportation to equestria tries to resolve problems as quick as possible no real caution for eventual back blast
12 hp (-1exp)
Flak jacket armor
Engineering (basic)
Medical (basic)
Combat rifles (basic)
Speech (basic)

>>27112662

>Sunny tapped her hoof against the carpet for emphasis as she spoke.
"I'm... not from a cloud city. Can't fly, completely ground bound."
>Almost in the same breath, she posed a question.
"You ever miss Stalliongrad? As uptight as you make it sound, I imagine you're the type to get your kicks from disrupting that."
>Her hoof tapping turned into a steady circle on the carpet, her eye fixed on her hoof, enjoying the slow rubbing.
"No... Not at all, and I'm certainly not implying that I may be interested in seeing where this goes."
>Her tone subtly sarcastic, the mare flicked her tail unknowingly and leaned into the squeeze.
"I'm not sure I could do lazy all that well, there're so many other things I could be doing right now..."
>...
"Then there's the work I should be doing on. Top. Of. That."
>After a pensive sigh, Sunny pulled her ears back and down apprehensively.
"Probably shouldn't, though, not after failing to locate Vanil or even his general direction in lieu of engaging a giant mole rat."
>Sunny lightly tapped her bandages.
"Courtesy of said mole rat."

>>27098411

>Landing heavily on the wooden floor, the disc turns on end, rolling towards the center of the workshop and turning south to bump into the wall.
>A brief flash of silver light is emitted from the direction, swiftly followed by a notification beep from your helmet's internal display:
"Kaminoan Armorsmith Material Fabricator and Assembler online... searching for datalinks... offline or disabled. Please contact th-"
>Further text continues scrolling across the display screen as you turn back to witness a moderately familiar fabrication and assembly device running through it's standard check list.
>While it appeared to have suffered from some battle damage, the worst being a tool arm currently jammed by blaster fire, several damaged displays, a couple of bent or missing sensor rods, the usual bricks of materials jammed in it's rear storage slots were missing.

>Post #1/4: Bren

>>27101867
>>27102753

>Turning her eyes towards the Fortress's walls, the ochre unicorn is silent for a bit, then emits a sudden, tired sigh.
"Ah was a lil' mare when Constructs hit Las Pegasus, heard th'news fer years an' years after. They won't be playin' 'who backs off first', they's stone col' killers thet ain't worried 'bout they own casualties, all's they care 'bout is how many an' what kin'a livin' bein's thet's dead. I dunno if either of ya's got a clue how fucked we're all gunna be if them thangs hit 'er. T'ain't no wall 'er shield's gonna hold 'em fer longer'n' a coupla minutes, not even this'un."
>Muzzle quirking while she scuffs a hoof in the pile of sawdust, Bren offers a small, knowing grin up at you.
"Ah'm sure 'e'll 'ave somethin' made right quick.. but ya'd better put some'a them ear plugs in 'specially if yer goin' ta th'Empaihr. They's git purty loud there, an' don' drink th'wine either, 's harder stuff'n'it seems like."
>Bouncing up on her hooves to return the kiss with a nose-to-nose contact, she chuckles heartily, turning around and flicking her tail.. or, rather, sends a wave of ironwood sawdust in every direction.
"Ah'll git summa th'good stuff fresh outta th'still, don'cha worry none! Jes' don' git mobbed an' Ah won't 'ave ta ask Tipper how's thet sensual healin' stuff works!"

>Lifting a hoof in greeting at your direction, Krinza turns from his anvil to give a short nod, lapis lazuli eyes flickering at the mention of work load.
"And greetings once more to you as well. I have just finished the last request, and am be available for more."

>Post #2/4: Krinza

>>27101867
>>27102753

>Sitting back against the cooling furnace with an expectant expression, the chunky unicorn eyes the strings.
"Interesting. The few lyres I have heard of are composed of wood, something Bren has an inordinate amount of skill with. With her current order I do not foresee her being able to complete any further tasks until tomorrow night at the very least, let alone an intricate one."
>Leaning forwards to stand up, several flecks of blue and white soot are flicked off his ears, the grandmaster smith surveying the stock of bricks against the Armory wall.
"It is not a shape I am ponily familiar with. The only one here that professes knowledge of musical instruments is Denra, though I am unsure of his current whereabouts. His smithing capabilities are.. low."
>Frowning slightly, Krinza's horn sparks a dull red, catching a pair of small gold bricks and floating them towards the furnace, then directing them inwards.
"I will attempt to recreate the shape as best as I am able, but I will require your knowledge to do so."

>Allowing the gold bars to melt down in one of the furnace's ceramic crucible, a notepad and piece of charcoal are provided for you to sketch down the basic outline.
>Removing the crucible and pouring it's contents into a shielded bubble, Krinza's eyes swirl yellow, white, and black in focus, spreading the liquid into a rough V shape, continually eyeing the sketch as he does so.
>Utilizing the largest of the flat surfaces on the engraving blade to refine the quickly cooling gold into it's proper shape, the lyre's body is placed on the anvil, carefully trimming material off the neck.
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>Post #3/4: Krinza

>>27101867
>>27102753
>>27118133

>Placing the crude V-shaped body back in the furnace for several minutes to soften, the black and yellow unicorn removes it, turning the engraving blade onto it's thinnest edge for shaping.
>Gradually bending the neck and body apart while keeping a close eye on the sketch's details, Krinza places the half-finished body inside the furnace once more, quickly cleaning off the engraving blade and sharpening it on the anvil's rearmost tungsten plate.
>Returning the piece to the anvil's center, the hammer and anvil begin an intricate dance of careful shaping under the grandmaster smith's eyes, ensuring that the foot, body, and neck are clean of imperfections, then rounding each part to match the original's specifications.
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>Post #4/4: Krinza

>>27101867
>>27102753
>>27118160

>Sending the three-quarters finished lyre into the furnace to soften the exterior once more, a large chunk of red clay is retrieved from a sealed plastic box under Krinza's furnace table.
>Removing your right and left gauntlets to form matching designs of both hands, the clay is placed in the forge as well to quickly harden.
>Retrieving the lyre and spending several minutes to match the neck and body to the shape of your hands for comfort purposes, the clay pieces are tossed into a wooden crate for later reuse.
>Aligning each of the lyre's strings to the body using a steel rod and a flat square borrowed from elsewhere in the workshop, Krinza places a hoof on the foot and neck each, a small, golden cylindrical lance forming and piercing into the precious metal, repeating this process for the rest of the strings.
>Checking the alignment once more, a thin edging tool is taken from it's station, then used to notch the strings inside each cavity, followed by a careful annealing alignment.
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>Setting the lyre on the front most brick for a brief heat treating, Krinza places the engraving blade inside the forge's center for several seconds, removing it to scrape off the remaining gold, then sharpens the edges down.
>Motioning the completed lyre onto the anvil to air cool, the black and yellow unicorn sits down against the window next to the furnace, snagging a white cloth from under it to wipe several beads of sweat off his his face.
"That is as best as I am able to refine it for now. Should you require additional adjustments I will ask Denra for his knowledge."

>Krinza

>>27104845
>>27104855

>During your inspection of the ambiguous horned pony, the thought of it being an animatronic falls flat due to it's lack of an electrical cord or recharging station for possible batters.
>More insidiously, the idea that it could be a small thorium reactor powered, highly advanced artificial intelligence based android was a possibility.
>Though it could also be remotely piloted, it's sheer number of near-technological functions and an utter lack of the typically stiff, robotic movement was confusing.

>Tapping the fully resized set of armor with a front hoof, the smith offers what should have been a disarming smile, lifting his shoulders in an unknown, odd manner.
"If you wish to try this on, the Armory is next door. As for the bluesteel mushrooms if you see a pony in black armor with green segments that is roughly your height, her name is Roust. I suspect she shares much the same knack as your friend, though she has a preference for the more hallucinogenic varieties. By the way, I must warn you not to try the green ones, they tend to cause.. issues. As in, twelve or more hours of issues. Or was it the blue ones? I am not quite sure, they all have quite a kick."

>As if appearing on demand, a soft, warm paw bats at the back of your neck, followed by a lazy, attention getting meow.
>For some reason, you knew that the kitten was real, though the wings were probably cloth-covered cardboard and taped on.

>>27107386

>Closing her eyes quickly with an annoyed mutter, the deep brown earth mare simply nods in your direction.


>>27107581

>Sniffing the air delicately for several moments, the mare's patchwork right left lifts to cover her eyes, squinting while examining the armored gryphon for several moments, paying no attention to anything beyond her.
>Eyes closing once more, she taps a front hoof on the stone politely, the regal, semi-drugged tone coming out flatly as the corners of her lips curl upwards in a pleased half-smile.
>'Perhaps my situation is not as dire as it could have been.'
"Halberd. Medium armor. Hoofclaws if available. Map. Water."

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End game vehicle and armour set.

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Which helicopter would each Operator take?

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>>27111940
OH FUCK OFF NOT AGAIN

>>27107581
>I murmur a little as I try to maintain my balance.
"That- that was not a good idea."
>Thankfully my ears still work fine, so I manage to clearly hear Cu'Nir amidst my stumbling.
"Yes it is, and I would love to hope so."

>>27114861
>My head finally begins to clear as Spruce introduced himself, and I do the same.
"Simon Riley. Formerly British Special Air Service and Task Force One-Four-One. Good to have you with us, Spruce. I'd be surprised that you know Cu'Nir, but I suppose she'd be a bit more well known to Razorback than me."

>>27118329
>The pony introduces herself as well. Or, where Spruce seems to have given his prior placement as an assurance of expertise as I did as well, she decides to say nothing but what equipment she has.
>And even then, the "if available" part doesn't confirm that.
"A name would be a bit more handy than a shopping list."

>Unnamed Lands: Cu'Nir

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ghSivyXhgvE

>>27114861
>When you spoke your name, the Huntsmasters feline ears perked up with interest, although her feathered features scrunched in bewilderment.
>Its like she has never heard of Norwegian before!
"Good night- er, day Spruce. Velcome to this undead infested land ve Gryphons have claimed as our turf."
>Despite the gloomy prospect of such a claim the large Gryphoness sounded quite pleased.


>>27118329
>Moving on from Operator Spruce to the tactful Earth pony mare, Cu'Nir gave her a shrug of the wing in reply.
"Ve have pole-arms, even Halberds. The armour and hoofclaws on the other claw vill take time to create to your proportions.."
>Trotting out of the way of Sand Cutters line of sight she raised a claw towards the swarming burg in the near distance.
"Vater and other supplies vill be easy, a map of the inside is going to be the hard part."
>With the same claw, a talon poked the side of her cranium.
"Better you have a good memory to write directions down for later."


>>27120528
>When the vertigo cleared the you saw Cu'Nir was now watching you, eyes filled with amusement, but you felt there was something under that.
>An opposite emotion maybe?
"I feel this vill do Simon; vith Có'caire, Lúfa Spruce, uhm-"
>Blinking at the mare for moment, she paused, before resuming with an uninterrupted composure.
"-The nameless Earth mare, you and myself. Five in total, a good number to be exploring underground and unvelcoming tombs."

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Diamond doge merc

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>>27102958
"A simple plan for maintaining effectiveness. Appropriately concise."
>Whatever "appropriate" means to him in this context.
"I see. I would be the same way if I had any walkers to tend to."
>He doesn't elaborate on what a "walker" is, but given the topic of vehicles, you can hazard a guess.
"Even so, the Squad's armour means a little more to me than it does to them."
>Sounds like he has some fondness of his own work, too.

>>27101867
>As you make your noticeable entrance, a familiar "face" catches your eye, his back to the disc that he just threw.
>It seems he was taking notice of the smithing work being done elsewhere in the Workshop, until you arrived.
>He looks back as soon as your voice begins to fill the room, and his gaze fixes firmly on you, feeling much more icy than it did the last time you were in his sights.
>He tracks you as you move through the Workshop, until the disc comes to a stop, emits a bright flash and leaves a strange device in its place. A few moments later, he whips around and takes a step back in surprise.

>>27117266
>He stands still for a few seconds, before immediately closing in to inspect the device.
>He doesn't notice the fact that he murmurs his assessment out loud, as if his Squadmates are there and require the information.
"Blaster marks...couple of sensors out, screens down...one arm out of commission. Material packs are gone."
>He quickly records everything, not bothering to question why the disc brought it here.
>It is here now. Wondering why does not matter.
>This changes his priorities. Ensuring this machine's operational capability would drastically reduce the time it would take to make repairs to his armour.

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>>27075909
>Suddenly feeling even colder than the when he was in the air before, Hollow looks down
>Well now
> I wasn't expecting to teleport that good
>Not to menttion this big ass chunk of Frost Ripper sphere I've taken with me
>Grinning happily at all the damage hes hopefully done, Hollow shakes the chunk loose, letting it fall to the ground
>Either way, let's not try for a repeat of that
>Slowly rotating himself in the air, Hollow made sure to stablize himself before he floated his M660 into his arms
>I have doubts this'll do anything, but considering how mad it is, I'm not eager to get close again
>Yet
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>Operators standing in front of Empress Silver's finished dildo for a photo.

>>27124069
alright i keked

>>27124069

My sides hurt. Good job, you.

>>27124227
so GM i heard that if i bug you enough you can do a mini op

>Sand Cutter

>>27120528

>Lifting her head to regard you with nearly the same confused expression that a gryphon would give their superior when asked what species of pony tastes best, the mare's ears flick once, sighing while vainly ignoring the rising heat.
"Sand Cutter."


>>27121585

>Swiveling her head to frown in Cu'Nir's direction, the chocolate colored mare shakes her head politely, lifting a patchwork foreleg in a 'no' motion.
"No need. Halberd and water shall be all I require."
>Tipping her head down and daring to open her eyes, Sand Cutter's lips curl back, her nose twitching in something akin to anticipation.
"Old Stalliongrad is simple to remember. How difficult can one tomb be?"

>>27104855
>as you examine the knight, you notice a few things
>one, that his eyes were each divided vertically into powder blue and blood crimson
>two, his blade, while certainly of good craftsmanship, bore two crudely carved-on names: "Celene," and "Lillianne."
>and the third thing you notice was less physical and more of an intuitive sense
>on his belt hung a small leather pouch, and from the way it hung you estimated it must contain some sort of small sphere
>however, each time you laid eyes on it, you felt a very slight tinge of unease - like something wasn't quite right about it
>for several moments the knight watches Krinza work, before you watch his expression shift from one of jovial obliviousness to the expression of a man who has just gotten the sense that he is being watched
>slowly at first, then quickly, he turns his gaze to you, concerned grimace turning into a bright, full-face smile upon (apparently) noticing you at last
>he jumps slightly as well at first, gracefully turning the jolt of surprise into a curt bow
[Indurian] "Good day, sire! Forgive my ignorance - so engrossed in the work of the smith was I that hardly did i notice thee."
>the knight extends a metal-coated hand towards you
[Indurian] "My name is Indurian, a knight in service to the Hokuten, better known as the Order of the Northern Sky. Though, I daresay that is all in the past now..."
[Indurian] "I see - you must be yet another new arrival to this place. I do hope thou art finding everything to thine liking, yes? The beds are warm and, with the exception of a few individuals, the company is as warm as the beds!"
[Indurian] "As you can see, I am... ah, excuse me... recently, I suffered a concussion. 'Tis recovering at the moment, friend. I... do humbly beg your pardon."
>after a moment, the knight continues, more evenly and with noticeably less excitement
"Yes, as ye may have already guessed, I am the Fortresses' resident Knight 'In Shining Armor,' as they say. Welcome!"

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>the knight turns back to Krinza as he hands him the finished product
[Indurian] "Ah! Yes, my deepest thanks, milord! This shall do nicely, I wager."
>indurian brings up the instrument and readies his fingers on the strings
[Indurian] "In fact, I do think I shall test it right this very moment!"
>Indurian then attempts to both recall and play a short but sweet lullaby from his youth
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6COnmWCYNQE
(1/2)

>>27125586
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZerSeZBymF8
(2/2)
>the notes of the melody bounce and shimmer off of the walls of the workshop, giving the experience a very dreamlike quality
>once he is finished, a single tear rolls from the knight's left eye
>he wipes it away with his fingers
[Indurian] "Ah... my word, it seems I've sprung a leak!"
>he laughs one of his full-body laughs
[Indurian] "Oh my, it felt as though mother was truly here, guiding my fingers."
>he then turns to Krinza
[Indurian] "Whether this level of performance is a stroke of luck or a consistent trend, we will see. In any event, consider me extremely pleased with the results!"
[Indurian] "One day, perhaps, I shall return all the favors ye have given unto me. Truly, I am unworthy of such skill."
>the knight turns to leave, stopping briefly to say one last thing to Krinza
[Indurian] "And once I m recovered from these injuries, I shall resume my studies in the smithing arts."
>the knight then casually clunks out the door
>as he walks, the knight plucks the strings of the lyre, attempting to practice as much as possible before he would go on this concert mission
[1d6+2]> B. Lyre
[1d6+2]
>as he reaches the pagoda, he spies yet another unfamiliar human
[Indurian] "Greetings, friend! Are you also here in order to attend the upcoming concert?"

>>27125919
>Zhun's head snaps up from reading same of the sample text in his book
>He hears some melodic tune
>Very soothing
>Just about going back to his book, Zhun sees the figure that addressed him
>And as his eyes looks upon him, they raise in surprise
>"It's just like those old knights in the West!"
"Whoa....I mean, yes. Rather, perform in it."
>Zhun taps on the guzheng case for emphasis
"Are you also performing?"
>At least his Common Equestrian is getting better
>He can still feel the accent slur through though
"Oh um....I'm Zhun. Who are you?"

>>27123010
>>27116107
>'Oh, I actually had an audience, an adoring fan finding a new style she had never seen before.'
>'I'm not prepared for praise! Or at least not praise over something so simple as this.'
>Despite his efforts to shrug off her comment, Kraut still lets a little bit of a prideful grin show through.
"Aww, this ain't nothing; you should have seen what shit I had to come up with to make my ideas happen before magitek, or what all I did to make the nuclear engine in the ride, or pretty much any project that isn't just a fancy knife stuck onto an elemental revolver."
>Kraut crosses his arms as Aiutante levitates the gunblade and doohickey.
"Glitterfang, doohickey, same difference; it's going to do it's job regardless of what I call it or how silly I may be for giving it a new name."
>Upon receiving his new toy, Kraut runs his finger along the outline, staying well away from the edge.
"Thanks! and I'll keep that in mind, after all, it's my opponents who need to be out of it."
>'Totally not going to get high off of this when I'm alone.'
>'Definitely'

>>27126048
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vBfpW3_EvHI
[Indurian] "Yet another new arrival? The realms must indeed be busy!"
>following this rather odd comment, the knight's armor squeaks slightly as he bows, arm and golden lyre tucked at his waist
[Indurian] "I am known as the knight Indurian, Knight-Captain of the Hokuten, better known as the Order of the Northern Sky."
>he then extends a hand to you with a bright smile
[Indurian] "A pleasure to meet you, sir Zhun!"
>he then takes a seat, holding his golden lye upright against one leg.
[Indurian] "This a lyre, if thou art unfamiliar with the instrument. Yours is a curious one, indeed."
>with this, he arms the strings of his lyre with his fingertips, and looks back at you
[Indurian] "Shall we practice afore the show?"

>>27126138
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ex5DR8wILhI
>Realms?
>Well, this place makes little to no sense already
>So it wouldn't be far off
"Ehhh, I've been around for a while. Just haven't gotten out much."
>Zhun accepts the handshake, smiling at the mention of his name with 'sir'
>Afterwards, Zhun looks towards the stringed instrument
"I never saw an instrument like that before. It makes a nice...melody."
>Ha! Yes!
>Good musical terms
"Ah, yes. I'll try."
>As such, Zhun reaches down for the case and opens it, revealing the instrument
>Taking a seat, he sets the stands up and gets the picks
>He always saw them as claws though
>Either way, he puts them on and plucks the guzheng a couple times for a test run
>Still good
>Raising a hand to his face in thought, Zhun tries to reach for an old song he used to practice
"Ah, there's one."
[1d6] >Basic Instrument: Guzheng
[1d6]

>>27126489
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JNBfy1tjJXk
>watching in silence, the knight soaks in the sounds
[Indurian] "Ah! thou art skilled!"
>he remains silent, eyes closed, head bobbing side to side, enjoying the jumpy rhythm of the song
>as you finish, the knight claps several times
[Indurian] "Yes! Quite good! That instrument produces quite the unique sound - never before hath i laid ears upon a string so uniquely twinged with vibrance!"
>he then readies his lyre once more
[Indurian] "The sound of these strings may lack some quantity of that strange twist, but I do hope it pleases nevertheless..."
>he then begins to pluck the strings, and one by one they usher in a strange tune...
[1d6+2]
[1d6+2]

>>27126638
>Finishing with a small flourish, Zhun brightly smiles at the small applause from the knight
"Ah, I still need to practice some more. Still, thank you."
>Interesting, hearing a foreign view of this instrument
"May be vibrant, but your...lyre. It's...soft. Pleasant. At times...ominous. But in a good way."
>Zhun sits back, moving the PKP to his side
>Silently listening, he feels almost lulled into peace by this instrument
>Once he finishes his piece, Zhun claps, though small with the claws on his fingers
"Amazing. You're pretty good with it."
>Raising his hands to the guzheng once more, Zhun tries to find another piece
"May I?"
[1d6] >Basic Instrument: Guzheng
[1d6]

>>27126638
>>27127011

>Silenced by the tremendous forces of carefully played music, the sound of a guzheng skipping a few tracks causes the entire Fortress to become...
>Ominous.

>All at once, from every angle, Moor kittens stream out from their napping spots, puppies of every known and a few unknown breeds roll from their assigned positions, fluffy waves of bouncing lambs, streams of bunnies jump out from under trees and planets, all converging on the nearest ponies and humans.
>Their mission?
>Death... by cuteness.

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>>27127162
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=15oWuPGZJyY
>With his better judgement, Zhun stops playing
>After a slew of curses in Mandarin, mainly calling himself idiot, he feels...odd
>Still, he holds that smile
"Aiya, I was doing so good. I need to practice more."
>He then sees it
>The Fortress coming to life
>At first, Zhun thought it was cute
>Adorable
>But then the wave appeared
>And the face of happiness that appeared quickly turned into despair
>"In the words of those Westerners, I FUCKED UP."
"What's going on?"
>As the wave approaches, Zhun didn't know what to do
>He shall not dare harm them
>But they were intent on killing him through numbers
>Feeling the braveness that he felt when facing that Soviet assault and getting through it on his home, Zhun decides to keep playing
>And hopefully Indurian joins in to help
>If these...cute beasts are sensitive to music, maybe they'll calm down
"Indy! Play something!"
[1d6] >PLS
[1d6]

>>27127375
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6COnmWCYNQE
>the knights eyes go wide seeing the tidal wave of small creatures
[Indurian] "Right!"
>he attempts to play once more the lullaby he played in the workshop earlier
[1d6+2]> B. Lyre
[1d6+2]

>>27126109
>Razorback, Workshop: Aiutante

[1d6+4] <Research
[1d6+4]
>Writing down her methods for improving the blade, and a her own personal notes on its design, Aiutante merrily shakes her head at you with a chimey tune.
"Not a good way to look aaaaat it, Krauuuut!"
>She flips her binder around for you to look at, showing a sketch of your gun blade and your process.
>Some steps you didn't even realize you made had been written down.
"Any time you do anything is only like a total improvement on your skills. Doesn't matter how big or small it might like be, an all. Always like take super awesome pride in your work!"
>Bouncing up on her hooves once, after her pep-talk, she looks over at her new un-used furace.
"If you need anything else, Kraut, just like ask. And like tell all your human friends, too! I like have a better feel of this place, now. You def don't want to see me when I'm like totally bored!"

>The Horde

>>27127375
>>27127446

>Changing their courses from drowning the earth bound Night and Lunar Guards, a wall of fluff quickly piles around the entire pagoda, thousands of cute, adorable eyes waiting expectantly.

>>27127659
[Indurian] "My friend, I believe they want us to continue."
[Indurian] "I will lead with something. Follow my lead, if thou wouldst."
[1d6+2]> B. Lyre
[1d6+2]

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>>27127659
>>27127702
>He can feel them all
>All the bunnies
>All the lambs
>All the puppies
>And all the kittens
>Silently waiting for their chance
"Aye. Will do."
>Guzheng skills don't fail me now
[1d6] <B. Guzheng
[1d6]

>The Horde Waits

>>27127702
>>27127736

>Leaning forwards over each other now, a single Moor kitten is pushed inside, falling from the northern doorway.
>Landing with a huff, beady cat eyes snap down, pulling it's head up to stare at the two musicians.
>Keeping it's stare going, the kitten lifts a single front paw, batting it with an air of intense malice.. or possibly boredom.

>>27127837
>the knight says nothing, still having a scared expression on his face as he continues to play
[1d6+2]> B. Lyre
[1d6+2]

>>27127837
>>27127911
>Keeping steady hands, Zhun continues, eyeing the impromptu crowd
>He even meets eyes with a cat that fell over
>Back to playing
[1d6] <B.Guzheng
[1d6]

>THE HORDE EXPECTS GREATER.

>>27127911
>>27127952

>Still utterly silent, the mob begins slowly trickling in by ones and twos, kittens, puppies, rabbits, and a trio of lambs plopping into the pagoda by their brethren, standing up and swiveling in pairs to face Zhun and Indurian.
>Nosing it's way through the fluffily walled southern door, the head of a tiny, cute calf pokes through, beginning to nod it's head in tune with the lyre, though a rabbit somewhere surrounding the pagoda has a small spasm from a mistuned guzheng stroke.

>>27128015
>Their eyes
>Those adorable eyes
>They grow in number
>Please guzheng, cooperate
[1d6] <B.Guzheng
[1d6]

>>27128015
>[Andrammelech] "THEYRE CLOSING IN! PLAY HARDER, DAMN YOU!!"
[1d6+2]> B. Lyre
[1d6+2]

>THE HORDE AWAKENS

>>27128109
>>27128137

>Slithering out from under their compatriots, thousands of happily smiling snakes, their colorations bright and cheerful, peek out amongst the hundreds of puppies, bunnies, kittens, and lambs, their heads swaying in tune to the guzheng's rare, discordant notes.
>Pushing their way through the mob, the wide, awestruck eyes of more calves, albeit upside down from under the pagoda's roof, stare down at the gathering.

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>>27128188
>Are those snakes?
>And they're...smiling?
>They're enjoying themselves at least
>Where is the guards of this place?
>Just...keep playing
>Steady...hands

>>27128247
fuck
[1d6] <B.Guzheng
[1d6]

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>>27123010
>Until suitable materials are found, the machine will stay out of commission.
>That is as good as it is bad. That eliminates the chance of somebody here making inappropriate use of it.
>Even if it were in working order, literacy seems to not be a universal trait, so it is unknown how likely it is that someone would be able to read the displays in order to use it.
>For now, more important repairs await.

>He heads back to the table, where his rifle and tools await.
>His isn't able to become as engrossed as usual on account of the company - specifically, the unfamiliar company that he isn't anywhere near as comfortable around as he would be with other Commandos.
>Picking up on pieces of ongoing conversations doesn't hinder his concentration...mostly.
[1d6+1]<B. Engineering
[1d6+1]
[1d6+1]
1/8

>>27127538
>One sentence grabs his attention, however - somebody speaking of Kraut's work.
>He doesn't enter into the conversation, but it's enough to attract his gaze, looking over for a few moments.
>A very familiar way of thinking about someone's own work.
>His helmet slowly drifts downwards, looking over his ruined armour.
>Restoring this will be something to take pride in, but in this state, it could almost be seen as a physical failure on his part.
>Of course, its damage was beyond his control, but it is still in a far worse condition than it has ever been. It's almost melancholy.
>The pack seems to be in good condition, though. At least, the exterior is. That is relieving.

>>27124738
"That's better. Nice to meet you, Sand Cutter."
>She plans on coming with us?
>More company isn't bad, if they can handle themselves.
"You'd be surprised. Last time I headed underground here it-"
>No, no.
>No, I really, REALLY don't need to be thinking about that.
"...was...unexpectedly challenging."
>I can hardly stop the shivers very noticeably shooting up my spine.

>>27121585
>Getting to replying to Cu'Nir helps occupy my mind for the time being.
"I don't know how many Shadow Wings there are, but five should be enough to get them out without being too slow on account of numbers."

>>27128188
>[Andrammelech] "WHEN WILL THIS END?"
>[Indurian] "IM TRYING DAMN YOU!"
[1d6]> B. Lyre
[1d6]

>The Horde Shall Remember

>>27128247

>Drawn in by the reverberations of 21 oddly harmonious and chaotic twanging strings, the sounds draw in a further number of young, merry snakes, half of their number swaying, the other half nodding.


>>27128909

>Strumming the lyre's strings until they felt as if they were going to snap, relief comes in the form of an immense, world shattering scream, a single hate filled name causing the Fortress to shake:
"DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISSSCCCOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRD!"


>Hearing a quiet sniggering from directly above, a vaguely Eastern dragon-like creature remains curled upside down on one of the rafters, wriggles it's eyebrows down at Zhun.
"The Empress always makes such dramatic, dynamic entries, don't you agree? As for your review, I must say you could stand to lose a few pounds, but alas I must away-"
>While he'd been seen a couple times, Discord's mismatched parts and the terribly off putting mustache were bad enough, making the smooth, perfectly aggravating tone much worse than expected.
"After all, when the ponies are away, the humans must play!"
>Without warning, the draconequis explodes into what looked like... vouchers, the coupons raining across the pagoda while the various fuzzy beasts break off from the pagoda, fleeing in every direction except north at a second peal of thunder.
"SHOW YOURSELF YOU COWARDLY ABOMINATION OR I SWEAR I WILL FORCE YOU TO EAT EVERY LAST ONE OF THOSE DAMNED CHAIRS YOU KEEP FILLING MY CITY WITH!"

>Post #1/2: Citadel Medical Wing, Corridor 1 South: The Construct Offensive
>LEADERSHIP: +2 to all Movement, Melee, & Stealth rolls!
>666: used.

> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G5jsAj-Ks90

>>27092666
>>27092675
>>27093809

"Halt them."
>As the three Operators rush down Corridor 1 south, and nearly crash into the unicorn's rapidly expanding hexagonal shield, the three Light Lancers immediately pivot on hoof, using their own flanks and heads to prevent them from passing by.
>Snaring the humans and spinning them about, the Watch Guard pivot back to face forwards as the elderly unicorn turns his head, offering a small, unperturbed smile.
"Wouldn't want these young stallions to miss the Destroyers in their prime, 'specially since they've come all this way to wreak havoc."
>Swiveling his head back, the shield slams into the corridor's walls, holding strong while the entire squadron lands a short distance south of the Construct maniple, heads bowing as they crouch down with raucous, contempt-filled snickers and cackles, the reconnaissance teams now well out of sight.
>The area ahead of the shield turns pitch black, the Councilmaster robed unicorn turns about, presenting a passable forelegged salute, two sharp, albeit tired seeming dull orange eyes alighting on the three Operators while a backblast from roughly eighty manabombs cracks the shield's center.
"Lunar Councilmaster Hornet Song at your service! Well, former really."
>Placing his hoof down and leaning against the Tower Guard shieldmare's much larger flank, the venerable stallion raises an eyebrow in a droll manner.
"So, care to explain why you three were trying so hard to become charred corpses?"
>Motioning with a hoof forwards, directly pointing at the blackened shield, loud, brash cackling dully issuing from behind it, the unicorn leans heavily on the black armored earth mares leg with a sly grin.
"Maybe you're all trying to impress this bastion of lust? No? A social call perhaps?"

>Post #2/2: The Construct Offensive

>"Gale Ironmane and her team have overrun the Construct fortification maniples, redirecting to hunt down the Rift Carriers while the Rangers return to take on the Brea-"
>"Back off Nightmare, the center pair i-"
>A tremendous explosion from somewhere above rocks the entire Citadel momentarily, followed by what sounded to be half the Council and several unknowns, at least two Crystal ponies in the mix, rapidly speaking over each other.
>"...going to self-destruct. Right, new plan-"
>"I'm not sure why your Princess would charge straight i-"
>"Did anypony see where her hoofboot went?"
>"WHY IS IT SO SHAAAARP!?"
>"That looks like it hurts kekekekee~!"
>"Because she's our Princess and this is our home you gaudy Crystal whorse!"
>"SILENCE! 'Tis only a few flesh wounds Wethinks!
>"What."
>"Ridgeback, drag her out before she tries to piss on them or so-"
>"Looks like a rug burn to m-"
>"More Assault maniples entering the Medical Wing!"
>"Noses up ponies, Atrium's got newcomers!"

>The ever exasperated, booming voice of Twisted Wing shuts down the entire Moon Orb communication network for a moment before an even louder pounding of armored hooves above silences everything else.
>"All Lunar reserves, initiate plan fuck everything that's orange and not ours up!"


>Allied Kingdom Wardens:
[1d6+4]
>Sea's Bounty Veterans:
[1d6+4]
>Deep Moors Hunter-Killer Squadron:
[1d6+4]
>General Twisted Wing
[1d6+4]
>The Nightmare:
[1d6+8]
>The Lunar Council:
[1d6+11]

>Gale Ironmane
[1d6+1]
>Citadel Arc Reinforcements:
[1d6+3]
>Deep Moors Recon:
[1d6+4]

>Citadel Heavy Assault Reinforcements:
[1d6+4]
>Deep Moors Seekers:
[1d6+4]
>Allied Gozkan Rangers
[1d6+5]


>vs:


>Construct Breacher Pairs:
[1d6+8]
[1d6+8]
>Construct Breacher Reinforcements:
[1d6+10]
[1d6+10]

>Rift Carrier #2:
[1d6+2]

>?????
[1d6]

>Construct Assault Maniples:
[1d6+1]
>Construct Reinforcement Assault Maniples:
[1d6+8]

>>27121585
>>27120528

>Spruce nods to his new comrades, judging simon a little bit favorably.
>The operator is also wearing his own ski mask over his face, though lacking an edgy skull pattern.
"Well Simon, I guess we both have something similar then. We both we're in the airborne divisions, in name at least."
>He shakes his head.
"No, just met all of you actually."
>The Norwegian turns to Cu'Nir, brushing off his AG3 and raising an eyebrow at the huntress's words.
"Well, bullets should do the trick, ja?"
>He looks over at the brown mare, frowning slightly as she ignores them but at least she gave her name.
>These ponies are a bit strange, this one seems to think names are to personal.
>Kind of like some edgy teen from a TV Drama.
>Coughing slightly for a moment, he asks Cu'Nir
"Do you have a hatchet? I would like something to fall back on if need be other than min knife if my other weapons are out of reach."

>>27112778

>Novus jumps a few feet in surprise as the mare says something from behind him.
>Damn it oh well.
"Uh yes. But that would have spoiled it."
>He sighs as the mare flies off.
>Plans:Ruined.
>Turning around, Novus heads out of the camp, going back to the Pagoda to await his time for the next attempt at finding Kraut's coltfriend vanil.
>When he arrives, he promptly lays down on a nice piece of furniture, spreading out and staring up at the stars, reminded vaguely of his past...
>... Flashes of various projects enter his mind.
>The Alien Battleship floating by Jupiter.
>That secret American satellite...
>/That/ space station...
>He wonders quietly to himself as he lays there, memories of his past and his extra terrestrial activities for The Foundation.
"I wonder... If they ever discovered an object or inhabitant of this world..."

>>27129830
>the knight sits and stares in wide-eyed shock at the abomination on the ceiling, who so callously suggested that he may in fact be overweight
>once he disappears and the animals disperse, the knight turns to Zhun
[Indurian] "My, but was that not a harrowing first rehearsal! I do hope the concert goes differently..."
>he then gets up and grabs one of the vouchers from the floor and regains his seat, eyeing the slip with due caution
>>27130302
>he throws the newfound human a glance
>as the operator is sitting down on his furniture, the knight goes through and re-strings his lyre, feeling as though he may have plucked one or two of them out of tune earlier
>finally he pipes up loud enough for Novus to hear him
[Indurian] "I happen to posses several objects on my person, friend. And thou art an inhabitant, yes? What discovery is left to us?"

>Unnamed Lands: Cu'Nir


>>27124738
>Visible feather and fur rose up at hearing Sand Cutter was Stalliongrad born, though the Gryphoness did regain herself when she internally reasoned the circumstances of the mare being in the Fortress to begin with were favorable.
"A tomb vith shifting valls that defy reality and filled vith...'upsetting' tapestries among other things make it more difficult than your average grave."


>>27128776
>Tapping her beak with a talon in recalling thought for a brief moment, the Huntsmaster evidently gives up on the endeavor with a dismissed shake of a wing.
"I remember there being four or five, six? Ah ve vill find out eventually."


>>27130203
>Turning about on the spot to stare off at the Burg, Cu'Nir sought from where she stood any Runer's or Forgers out in the open.
"Human guns should do the trick, as for a -real- veapons there is plenty in the Burg. Maybe someone finally got off their lazy ass and made an actual depot or something."


>Looking over her shoulder at Simon, Sand Cutter and Spruce, she lifted a few steel primaries to indicate for them all to follow.
"Ve can clack beaks until the sun sets, but let us do that vhile actually getting to the tomb."
>With that Cu'Nir sauntered off towards the Burg at a jogging pace (which consequently showed off her generously plump rear jiggling with each step).

>Passing the outer spiked trench perimeter that encircled the Burg, the open plains suddenly changed to confined pathways as everyone entered the outposts' interior.
>Each tall building was created from an amalgamation of hardened dirt, stone and wooden logs, each element fused together seamlessly.
>Even with such primitive materials the Gryphons of this Burg had applied careful clawswork to their designs, leaving the end product economically plain yet sturdy.
>Glowing runes floated like wisps through the air, vanishing and appearing as harmless swarms of light.
"The centre of this place is a veird tover, Eolas-Toir should be there."

>>27129841
>Turning the corner Jeff, Clem, and Pare all D-Blocked by a large hexagonal magic shield.
"Hey!"
>Letting out a grunt of shock, Jeff settles down to see the old cloaked unicorn from the Moor's Citadel entrance.
>Watching the unicorn give a pony-like salute, albeit a half-assed one, Jeff snaps his armored head straight and sharp for a second in indication.
"Nightblade Jeff Meyer. You allowed me passage, back in the Basin."
>Listening to Hornet Song's deduction, Jeff raises an eyebrow and shakes his head with little amusement, several sarcastic chuckles passing faintly through his fanged mask.
>He is unmoving at the string of mana-bomb explosions going on further down the corridor.
>A funny guy...
>He plants a step forward, to address the ex-Councilmaster.
"No. Clemency and I both got the call from Luna. We're here same as you: to help defend the Citadel."
>Dipping his head to Clem, Jeff then points to Pare.
"He, however, is in need of his equipment; which is stored in the Armory. We're heading to the service tunnels to gain access, to stay out of your ways. Which is..."
>He points passed the Councilmaster and guards, further down the corridor.
"-that way. So unless you know of a better route, we need to get there. One way, or another."
[1d6+4] <E.Speech
[1d6+4]
[1d6+4]

>>27129851
>Even with the barrage of communication over the Lunar orbs, and Twisted's long-awaited arrival speech, Jeff stays steel-eyed on the former Councilmaster.
>Almost instinctively absorbing backround information, while tuning it out simultaneously.
>Today is not a good day for this.

>>27130203
>I remember someone some time ago misinterpreting the name in the same way, but that was someone from Tallus.
>Having someone from Earth doing it is more out of place. They're better known than this, surely.
"In name alone. The SAS are definitely not some kind of air force."
>It seems my hearing might have been messed with after all.
>Might want to avoid doing that again in case I go deaf.
"Ah, must not have heard everything while my head was doing somersaults."

>Unfortunately, Spruce doesn't know the extent of the situation.
>Can't blame him, of course.
"Maybe, but only maybe. The undead that have been popping up are tough. Bullets can deal with a lot, but there's plenty of things that can outclass our guns. Like these-"
>I tap one of the Fangs with a claw, and then decide it'd probably be a better way to get the message across to roll my sleeve back, exposing my metallic forearm.
"Long story short, they did this to me."

>>27130986
"Yeah, let's get this over and done with."
>I waste no time in taking Cu'Nir's side as we get moving. The sooner things get started, the sooner they'll be finished.

>Even though I was here not too long ago, it's still relieving to see everyone up as usual.
>I just hope nobody makes any remarks about the shot I took. I'm pretty sure somebody would have noticed me coming back with a giant spike through my arm, even if they were half-awake.
"If there's someone here who could help us against the undead, it's her."
>I choose to elaborate for the two accompanying us.
"Just a little word of warning, if you've got any interesting artifacts on you, you might want to keep them out of sight."

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>>27129830
>>27130985
>This is oddly cute
>But still endangering
>Zhun's focus was snapped by a loud noise though
>"Discord?"
>Stopping at once, Zhun hears some chuckling going on and follows the source
>"Is that a dragon? Here? No, too many animal parts."
>Zhun stares at the creature, somewhat in confusion and somewhat in relief
>He then jumps a bit back at the sight of him exploding into...coupons?
>Letting out a deep sigh of relief, Zhun turns to Indy
"I hope so too. Never has little creatures scared me to play!"
>He then eyes one of the vouchers and picks one up before taking his seat, reading what's on it, idly fiddling with the guzheng for better tuning
>He also listens in onto Indy's conversation with another human
>Something about innovations

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>>27129851
>"Whoa fuck!"
>Clem skids to a halt to avoid smacking face first into that shield
>Why are they stopping us?
>Calming down, he then notices that same cloaked figure approaching
>He stands quietly as he finally reveals his identity
>Hornet Song?
>Clem notices the explosions down further on
>He remains unflinching though
>It's was all he can do, since Jeff just gave the gist of it to him
>All they need to do is let us through
>Unless Jeff can pry some information out of him for a better route
>Clem touches and fiddles around with his Moon Orb, waiting
>More assaults
>More action in the Atrium
>More directions
>And more reinforcements

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Corrected a glaring fuck up.

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>>27127538
>Kraut shrugs and responds in what can only be described as a mockery of a chimey tune.
"Well IIIII think it's peeerrrfectly accurate. Not that I did bad work mind you; I don't make shitty stuff. I just happened to do much cooler stuff before."
>As Kraut is shown pictures of his work, he puts his finger to shit that he didn't immediately realize he did, making faces the whole time.
"Well, I think I can give you one thing; you can definitely sketch better than me. I guess everything being improvement is probably right too, but I still say I've done cooler stuff before."
>Kraut crosses his arms when the highly energetic mare warns him not to let her be bored.
"Oh I guess I could do all that, though I can't think of any reasons I wouldn't want to see you. What would be so bad about you being bored?"
>'I'd bet 10 bucks it's something along the lines of her glitter bombing stuff.'

>>27130986

>The operator shrugs, glancing behind him at the large Carl Gustav on his back.
>He looks back to the Gryphoness and replies.
"Well, I don't have enough ammunition forever. Not even my Gustav can last for an extremely prolonged engagement."
>Spruce begins to follow the germanic huntess not really paying attention to her gifted posterior because he isn't a fucking pervert.
"Well, a small axe weapon from a pile would do I suppose, assuming it isnt rusted to uselessness."
>He follows up as they get a move on
"Ja, best not to sit around and waste too much time."

>>27131694

>Looking back over to Simon, the Norwegian shrugs at him.
"Well of course. Fallskjermjeger is... Paratrooper. So we are similar in that sense of Air. The most I did with air was the last mission before I got here while fighting the Russians and basic where I jumped out of a plane and parachuted."
>He smiles, and nods in understanding, thinking back to the day before when he went portal jumping.
>Bad times.
>Spruce does examine Simon's arms, a bit suprised
"Woah... That's some Star Wars shit right there... Wait the undead did that to you? Ved Fenrir hyl... It's like the undead were those cyborgs off that show ah..."
>He struggles a moment thinking about it.
"It was the the other Star thing... Uh, they called them the borg... They wore sweaters as uniforms.... You know what I mean Ja?"

>>27130985

>....?
>Novus sits up, looking over at the medieval knight looking guy.
>Goddamn, this place never ceases to surprsie...
"Ah... I was just thinking back to home. My... Group that I was part of specialized in hiding dangerous things from the people. I wonder if an item from this world ended up back on earth, and if they found it was all."
>Novus lays back down, staring up at the stars.
>Twinkle twinkle little star...
>... How I wonder what you are...
>... Up above the world so high...
>... Like a diamond in the sky....

>>27136384
>Razorback, Workshop: Aiutante

>The pink mare look up at you, expectedly, at the mention of far more greater items.
"Ooooo, really? You have to like show me some of your other stuff, then!"
>Cocking he head to the side, Aiutante holds a hoof to her muzzle to stiffle a giggle.
"Oh, ha! Yaaaaa! When I get really bored, I'll like totally start making little doohickeys and useless thingies. Just piles and piles of them!"
>She snorts, hard, into her hoof, comedically mimicking your choice of terms.

>Post #1/2: Lorekeeper Rubelline

>>27113988

>Giving a prim, albeit slightly mischievous smile, the elderly mare shakes her head at the question.
"Not that I know of, though one of the younger daughters may be. No, the Remostrines are a trading family first and foremost. They were considered minor celebrities of a sort, something I suspect humans of Razorback have likely experienced a few times themselves."
>Resting her head back on the chair's comfortable cushion, Rubelline lifts a hoof to rub her nose, her tone turning a bit dry.
"A few months ago I was asked to replace Amerose as Head Lorekeeper here, and the rumor mills point out she was unusually friendly with some Starborn unicorn named Hodch. He's usually welcome here, but not without a bit of suspicion. Hodch was also reported to have joined Razorback some time ago, which has caused a few conspiracy theories about what's really going on in the political arena to pop up."

>Letting your eyes rove across the display tables, you notice the hoofwriting for each era and names of many Conclaves was the exact same as Amerose.
>Starting from the rear of the building, the first display had a sign overhead listed as 'Pre-Cadence Works', the majority of the items were extremely primitive, ranging from little more than sharpened sticks, carved rocks, to simple woven grass armor, one of the more prominent items featured being a crude white stone cooking oven.
>Passing from there into the 'Conclave Era', virtually everything had been replaced with semi- and precious gems, along with other crystalline materials, the sheer advancement until the 'Crystal Kingdom Era' labeled displays being more than a bit mind boggling.

>Paused from rubbing her nose, the velvety Crystal mare waves the same hoof in dismissal, glassy purple eyes rolling with an amused chuckle.
"I know what you mean, I see it every day here. You ought to wait until all the batponies and pegasi come in, some of them pass out."

>Post #2/2: Lorekeeper Rubelline

>>27113988

>Leaning forwards and tapping her left hoof on it's rest, the Head Lorekeeper raises an eyebrow curiously.
"There's no logs of anything being borrowed by humans. I was under the impression that only two have even come around here, but, sure, let's see it."
>Humming under her breath quietly, the right forehoof motions at the package, Rubelline's eyes narrowing several degrees as it unfolds, her tone becoming severely annoyed.
"Well.. the Knight's Torrent Blades. Amerose, you little shit. Never could stop getting into trouble, huh?"
>Placing both hooves on the edge of her desk and flicking her right ear, one of the blue crystalline blades is lifted, the top facing turning in the Lorekeeper's direction to read.
"I'd have to be dead not to recognize her prissy wrapping and attention to detail."
>Setting the blade down and gesturing for the remainder to collect above the desk, the elderly mare shakes her head after several minutes of inspection, placing both sets down in their proper order, then sits back into her chair.
"Right now you might be asking yourself, 'why is she not surprised'? Well, these were buried in over twenty years worth of logs and records on each item transferred between the Empire and every city on this continent. That includes what's been stolen or listed as unable to be recovered. The answer is the Solar Guardian Armory has been the only place we've had zero access to."
>Left knee raising to rub her chin for several moments, Lorekeeper Rubelline sets her head back, leaving her foreleg bent onto the hoofrest while shooting you a droll expression.
"A while back it's contents 'mysteriously disappeared' in a nighttime fire, everything was listed as 'destroyed'. Then Princess Plasma returns to Canterlot to confirm the deaths of her 'former' Enforcers. I'm willing to bet you might know something, but I'll tell you quite frankly.. I don't really care much, so long as they all died miserable deaths."

...

>>27137078
[Indurian] "Hrmmm... I see."
>the knight sits in silence as well, allowing the moment to pass between the two operators
>then he realizes something and sits up to relay his discovery
[Indurian] "Say, I happen to have upon my person an object which I believe you may take interest in."
[Indurian] "'Tis quite the dangerous item, if in the wrong hands..."
[Indurian] "In fact..."
>the knight's face is suddenly struck by a faintly mischievous expression
[Indurian] "Yes, you see, I recovered this object from a great sarcophagus from my home world. 'Twas quite the adventure, however I fear I could not have resisted! Whence I am from, this object is one of twelve. A legendary set of objects!"

>Razorback Fortress: Pagoda

>Throughout the day's current hectic beginning, the Fortress demi-sentient springs to life, announcing a visitor being held in mid-transit with its feminine crystaline voice.
"CAPTAIN RAIDOR OF MANEHATTAN IS AWAITING PERMISSION TO ENTER."

>After regaining consciousness from my painful beat down, I went back to my room to lick my healed wounds.
>And reevaluate my life.
>>27140994
>"Manehattan? Might as well go and see what they want."
>Gets out of my bed and jaywalks over to the Pagoda.
>Once there, I look to the demi-sentient and nod.
"Permission granted."

>>27141084
>Razorback Fortress Pagoda: Captain Raidor

>The runes on the translocation stone light up and a silver tunnel opens before you, a metallic figure emerging..
>Out of it struts a full clad light-armored Laacer stallion. Clad in decorative red and blue plating with decorative gold siding and a very fine gold-colored mail underneath, the pony steps off the stone and shakes his head a few times. His ornate helmet, with navy blue visor, blocks his eyes and features from your observations.
"Always such a pain to wait in transit..."
>The stallions muffled huff, and unique accent, does not escape your ears however.
>It was reminiscent of the handful of Spaniards you have heard that had come to the Zone. Suave flowing drawls.
"My thanks, for allowing me admittance, human."
>Suave, flowing drawl.
>The helmeted Raidor looks up at you, and dips his head politely.
"Where are my manners? I am Raidor. Captain of the Manehattan Guard. I was sent here, by Quill Svenper, to help Razorback get acclimated to Manehatan. We believe it is time for you to visit and tour our grand city."
>Throughout his speech, Raidor had become somewhat dramatic in his tone, finishing off with an outstretched forehoof.
>Realizing his grand gesture, he places his leg back down.
"I am looking for a small group of humans to come with me to Manehatan. I would have liked to speak to General Twisted Wing, but... I have been recently informed there are troubles on the Citadel."
>The Captain shakes he head and waves a hoof at you, nonchalantly.
"No matter. I shall await her return, or whoever is next in command."
>Ending his rant, the helmeted stallions looks up at you again, a slight air of embarrassment escapes his emotionless visage.
"I apologize, I did not even ask for your name, yet. And you are?"

>>27141395
>Out of it struts a full clad light-armored Lancer stallion.

>>27141395
>I never actually watched someone come through here.
>That's real fuckin' neato.
>"Huh, spanish ponies? Sounds close to that guy from Spain, anyway."
"Is no problem."
>Gives him a nod, before listening to him introduce himself.
>"I'll have to remember those two names, in case something comes up."
>Makes a mental note of what he looks like, his name, and 'Quill Svenper'.
"My name's Ivan, I'm a STALKER. I come from a place called the 'Zone'. It's a pleasure to meet you, Raidor."
>Holds out a gloved hand to shake.

>>27141469
>Razorback Fortress Pagoda: Captain Raidor

>Cocking his armored head to the side at the strange hold on his hoof boot as you shake it like a human hand, Raidor barks out a one-off laughter in excitement.
"A stalker, Ivan? Ha! Jarrat would like you! He can always appreciate hunters."
>Settling down, and clearing hsi throat, Raidor points a hoof toawrds tha pagoda's entrance.
"How about you give me the grand tour of Razorback, Ivan? I'm sure we can find more of your comrades to accompany me to Manehattan."

>>27141659
"Er, STALKERs aren't exactly hunters, but we can do it well enough, I guess."
>Shrugs and looks around, noting that I couldn't exactly dump him off on someone else.
"Alright, the mess hall's probably got someone willing to go. And there's always time for a quick bite to eat."
>Mess Hall first, then the rest of this place.

>>27129841
>>27129851

>Pareidolia grunts in surprise as he finds himself in contact with the body of a Light Lancer.
>As he steadies his footing he turns to look at the source of the voice.

>Former?

>>27129841

>He narrows his eyes slightly at the unicorn's comments, saying nothing as Hornet Song and Jeff speak.

>Is this the one Heartbreak was referring to?
>Not my place to speak. Separate chain of command.

>Waiting for them to reach a decision, he looks past the shield, trying to confirm if there were any Constructs still visible.

>At least their destructive power rivals that of Command's ground assets. That and their magic may be their only advantages here.

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>He pauses and shakes his head slightly in disbelief as the orb chatter picks up.

>Aimless soldiers. More like the Rounders Command recruited.
>Only possible due to the sheer strength of their leaders...

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>>27142544
this fucking retard its perception not movement!

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>>27142586
hOLY shit you dumbasses...

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>>27137468


>To say humans were a celebrity of any sort was an odd feeling to Lont, yes he has heard a plethora of outside rumours and opinions from the different factions. But to consider himself of a status other than "Freelancer" or "human" was just as alien to him as ponies viewed Razorback.
>Even when Rubelline addressed Lont just now it felt a bit iffy.


>Rubellines talk of Hodch and Amerose interested him, he knew the truth, however it would be an insightful experience to hear different parties thoughts on what was happening.
"I've met Amerose, she is a fine mare and Lorekeeper, doing you all proud with the work I've seen her doing. Mind telling me what these theories and rumours are about though, I'm one for hearing others views?"
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>The mares tone did not worry Lont, in fact it bemused him, as it revealed a tiny hint to the relationship between the two Lorekeepers.
>Or them all.
"How is Amerose in trouble?"
>He watched as the blades were manipulated in front of him, eyes tracking every precise movement.

>Every action has a consequence.
>Like a droplet falling into a puddle.
>Except you replace the droplet with a meteor and the puddle with an ocean.
>This was Lonts internal allegory for just how impactful that event was.
>The Sun Tyrants Enforcers all die in one night, their armoury goes up in flame and all its contents disappear. On top of that Celly comes back out of the blue to announce the Tyrants Enforcers were dead.
>Of fucking course everyone(pony) would know this while being suspicious as all hell about it.
"From what I have heard, yes, picked off one by one to die slowly each alone as the fires engulfed their world."
>None of this was true nor a complete lie, he was merely applying artistic license to appeal Rubellines obvious contempt for the long dead Enforcers.
"They had many hoarded treasures in there, we are currently sifting through it all to find all that needs to be returned to rightful owners."

>Sand Cutter

>>27130986

>Remaining silent at the information, the dark chocolate mare simply flicks an ear questioningly before strolling along behind Spruce to take full advantage of his shadow, paying little attention to anything other than keeping out of the sun.


>>27131694

>Peering around the other human, Sand coughs politely, lifting a hoof and tapping it on the ground underneath, a minor tremor issuing from the contact.
"Undead simple. Poison, toxins.. voices require counter-agents. Not psion."


>>27136822

>Feeling eyes on your back, a coarse mutter is heard from the earth pony staying directly.
"Explosives in tomb? ...should have stayed in bed."

>Unnamed Lands Burg Outpost: Cu'Nir


>>27131694
>>27136822
>>27144429

>Every building had wide windows and even wider doorways, each opening occupied with a snoozing or resting catbird.
>Some were armoured, some weren't. A few lay next to piles of gear while fewer still were actively moving around.
>It must of been that time of day where Gryphons took community naps.
>How they could get anything done...

>Coming to a halt, Cu'Nir pivoted her beaked head back and forth as she observed the enclosed surroundings of the Burgs innards.
>Gryphons, both lazying indoors and out peered at the group, motivated enough to watch whatever they were doing but too drowsy to get off their claimed napping areas.
[Gryphonic] "Just fucking vhy..."
>After coldly muttering to the rune filled air the Huntsmaster whipped back to release a rattling roar that bounced through the confined walls of the Burg, amplifying her message tenfold along with her displeased mood.
[Gryphonic] "I VANT RUNERS, FORGERS AND SUPPLIES BROUGHT TO THE TOVER THIS INSTANT!"

>It truly is a unique moment when a cacophony of alarmed squabbled mewls; skittering claws and paws, flustering wings and confused squawks create a responding tidal wave which blasts against your entire body, leaving you breathless with a ringing in your ears.
>The already shaded alleys come to life as blurs and shadows denote swiftly moving Gryphons launching into the crowded sky, the only evidence of them lounging about in the first place being countless colourful feathers fluttering down from above.
>Seeing her authority was met appropriately Cu'Nir sighed in relieve before resuming her march towards the tower, calling back to Simon, Spruce and Sand Cutter to come along.

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>>27145520

>With the streets basically emptied, bright shimmering runes joined the multi-hued feathers in clogging up the air.
>Almost like raining confetti for a parade, if one were to squint their eyes.


>At first sight it was glaringly obvious the tower was of a different origin to the surrounding buildings.
>While everything the Gryphons had constructed were materials one would find on the plain, the tower and its many flying buttresses were of more exotic sources.
>The Gryphon buildings that comprise the Burg halt roughly 20ft from a short stone wall that circled the tower, effectively barring it from the rest of the outpost.
>In front of this was yet another trench filled with spikes, and like its counterpart there was a land bridge that gave safe passage beyond the short wall.

>As soon as everyone passed the wall a flight of wings was heard closing in over the din of many more flapping higher above.
>A trio of Gryphons laden with burgeoning satchels hovered down, the lead catbird armoured and carrying several melee weapons on their body.
>From the ground came another two Gryphons, one covered beak to tail in a tanned leather body-glove while the other was marked with innumerable minute carvings, they carrying two satchels between them both.
"All right, Spruce and Sand Cutter go through vhat you vant to take, Simon you should do the same. I'm going to check if Eolas is inside vhile you all get sorted."

>The three Militia placed all the satchels and weapons down before flying away, they content in just leaving everything there for the meantime.
>Each bag had food and water.
>Bread was plenty, though it was outnumbered by dried meat of some sort.
>Much to Sand Cutters discontent.

>The weapons on the other hand/claw/hoof were varied enough:
-Bluesteel Mace.
-Hardened steel Morning Star.
-A Blacksteel Wing Covert blade, difficult to wield.
-Redsteel Fauchard.
-Rune ascribed Halberd.
-Runic Ranseur.

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>>27145927

>Depositing their cargo much like the Militia albeit with more care, the Runer and Forger began to inscribe a Translocation Matrice sized intricate circle into the soft earth within the short wall.

>Forger
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>Runer
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>Inside their bag were plenty of cubes that were made from different soaps, each one of their faces covered in a Common written band which wrapped them up nicely.
>Four of each: Combustion, Green, Yellow, Golden, Runicshield, Tracking, Silver and purple.

>>27141704
>Razorback Fortress Pagoda: Captain Raidor

"Starting off with food, hmm? You humans are very hospitable."
>Raidor's delighted and impressed tone doesn't go unoticed by you, as you both exit the pagoda and head for the Mess Hall.
>You catch his visored helmet shift left and right, as he inspects the various buildings passed, settling his gaze on the encampment for a few seconds longer.
"I had been given the opportunity to lend some of my guards, for Razorback, but we did not know enough about humans. I think I will reconsider, should you ever be in need of extra hooves."

>Sand Cutter

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>>27145940

>Laying her ears flat at the much too loud shouting, Sand Cutter chortles roughly at the scene of fleeing gryphons, though her nose twitches in alarm at the rain of feathers.
"Remind to return and collect a satchel, minotaurs pay well for straight feathers."
>Remaining behind Spruce for cover from the sun, the mare's eyes remain down on the ground, only lifting upon crossing the bridge.
>Eyeing the leather-bound gryphon with unease, Sand tilts her head, emitting a brief, annoyed rumble at the disgusting scents of cured flesh.
>Leaning sideways and kicking one of the satchels in Spruce's direction, the mare stares him down with a morbid expression, her tone less commanding, more annoyed.
"Remove the.. 'meat' for yourself. Or dispose of it."

>Turning her head to scan over the pile of weaponry, the former Lady Knight high-steps forwards, bending down to sniff over the fauchard, halberd, then the ranseur.
>Biting onto the upper half of the fauchard, Sand Cutter takes several steps back, kneeling down with a pained grunt.. then shoves her nose onto the edge of the blade, sniffing at it carefully.

>>27136822
"Well, we weren't really paratroopers, either. You're not the first to be mistaken, though."
>Spruce seems to have missed the point.
"Star Trek? Never watched it, so I wouldn't know."
>I grab the dark red sai, holding it out for him to see.
"It wasn't the undead, this happened long before the undead. My sai have a Void enchantment which, among other things, gives them a tendency to "eat" whatever target I stick them into."
>Probably best he kept his hands off, for good measure.
>Returning the sai to its holster, I pull my sleeve up further and draw his attention to my upper arm, stained jet black. I forgot how grim it must look to someone who's not used to them being like this.
"They started to "eat" me, too. The only way to stop it was strip my forearms completely bare, and rebuild them with metal. I'd been completely numbed, but even then it was hard, and I only made it out by the skin of my teeth."

>>27144429
"Simple, but big and still dangerous. Last time I ran into one it was making use of some interesting weaponry."
>I might have said too much there.
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>>27145520
>>27145927
>As we go further into the town, the sight of the many sleeping Gryphons puts me on edge, which probably looks very weird to the others without any kind of explanation.
>It's relieving to see that they all wake up once Cu'Nir gets their attention, proving that we aren't once again in danger.
>I grab one of the bags and begin eyeing the weapons.

>The ranseur gets my attention. Similar to the Fangs, but with a lot more distance to it. In enclosed spaces like the ruins, keeping control over the spacing of a fight would be useful.
>As for the soap cubes, I start to think about how best we could divide them up.
"We're going to need at least one set of golden cubes to get out. Given how many of us there'll be, we might need two; I'm not sure if there's any limit on how much one pair can transport."
>I decide on taking a purple cube for myself. Locking a target into place would help maintain the distance in a fight and give us some breathing room.
"Some tracking cubes would be useful, too, so we can find our way to the Shadow Wings."
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>>27128722
>>27137167
DC-17m Blaster Rifle: 16/300
>It appears the individual Kraut is talking to did not notice 1129's attention.
>That is beneficial. Maintaining his current behaviour is important to ensuring Republic secrets stay as secret as possible.
>Allowing his enthusiasm to show would go against that.
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>>27136384
>Razorback, Workshop: Aiutante

>Shifting her eyes off of you, and to another part of the room for a moment, Aiutante raises a hoof at you in a waiting pose.
"Gimme like a hot second, Kraut. I need to go and poke at one of your friends!"
>And with that, she trots right over to Thunder and his odd machine.

>>27148176
>As you worked on your blaster, you feel a few light taps on your right leg hard plate.
"Hi! If you're going to be zapping huge tools into reality, you got to at least like show 'em off and stuff!"
>The cheery pink pony with the brown mane smiles widely at you, clearly interested in what you were doing.

>>27148341
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>Post #1/3: Citadel Medical Wing, Corridor 1 South Branch: Hornet Song
>LEADERSHIP: +2 to all Melee, Movement, & Stealth rolls!

>>27131537

>Turning his head in your direction several degrees, the former Councilmaster pauses to smirk in a manner that was neither arrogant nor dismissive.
"Pardon me for not introducing myself properly to your cadre then, I was a little busy. You know, Miss Estrus Fortress here just transferred in as a Lu-"
>Snapping his head to the right and narrowly avoiding a blackened titanium leg aimed at his face, Hornet Song's eyes ripple briefly during the close encounter, rolling his ears around with absolute disinterest.
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"-nar Defencer. Though she technically outranks both of us at the moment, brains come before beauty so at the moment these four voraciously delectable, completely ruthless, and utterly herdable sisters are my cadre."
>Ignoring the four earth mares bristling at his words, the old gray unicorn slouches on the Shieldmare's leg once more, an eyebrow raising as you speak.
"The Armory? Hold that thought-"


>>27132613

>Gazing you up and down quickly, the ex-Councilmaster frowns, turning to eye the Light Lancer that halted you for a moment, instantly shrugging at a coarse 'no'.
"I tried."


>>27141775

>Lifting his shoulders at a quit 'nyet' from the third Lancer, Hornet Song stares you up momentarily, both eyes squinting as he flashes an alarming smile.
"Well.. you being Vortex marked is going to give Durandal a grand seizure."

>Staring at the shield, you manage to ascertain two important pieces of information: first, it was working, although the honeycomb appearance was strange, and second, it was blocking everything from sight.
>What it wasn't blocking, however, were the unmistakable sounds of post-explosive cackle-cheers, dull clanking of hoofboots on metal, and shouts of 'mangoes for everypony!'

>Post #2/3: Citadel Medical Wing, Corridor 1 South Branch: Hornet Song

> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bk5rvhXahZU

>>27131537
>>27132613
>>27141775

>Lifting his right front hoof and rubbing it on the hem of his robe while he thinks, the aged stallion pauses after a bit, his cool odd mannerisms finally clicking into place: Hornet Song was the closest to a pimp that either of the three Operators had met so far.
"Well, I suppose I-"
"WE!"
"-could help out, but I'm not particularly interested in chauffeur duty, after all we still have our-"
"YOUR!"
"Other duties to take care of, so, sure, why not? Defencer Palatine, take lead and make Formation Arrow towards the Armory; Lancers, mount these three on and make sure they don't fall off."
>Entirely nonplussed at the constant angry rumbles, the venerable unicorn spins about on hoof, somehow still quick for his age, then tosses a worryingly casual, not-quite-threatening-yet-not-exactly-friendly smile back at the Operators.
"By the way, whatever you all do, no mane tugging allowed and don't ask them to join your herd. I'm the one that's supposed to be matching these four up with stallions, so keep your wriggly tentacles to yourselves or else I'm going to lose my sweet little deal."
>Nodding at the honeycomb shield to collapse, the trio of Lancers each direct a venomous glare onto Hornet Song, the Shieldmare's eyes sparking silver three times in quick succession, picking up and setting a human onto each of her sisters' backs, Jeff on the first, Pareidolia atop the second, and Clemency on the third.
"By the way, feel free to maim anything orange that isn't friendly and moves, the more damage done the merrier."
>Ditching the frontal shield and letting it clang onto the floor, the Shieldmare lurches herself forwards into a run with the Lancers immediately follow, the suspiciously spry ex-Councilmaster effortlessly keeping pace from behind.
"And don't complain either!"

>Post #3/3: Citadel Medical Wing, Armory Main Corridor

>>27131537
>>27132613
>>27141775

[1d6+5] <Equalized Arrow Formation: Leader
[1d6+5] <Equalized Arrow Formation
[1d6+5] <Equalized Arrow Formation
[1d6+5] <Equalized Arrow Formation
[1d6+5] <Equalized Arrow Formation

>Passing the ruins of the Construct maniple and most of the Destroyers tearing into the few that weren't molten, the moonstone corridor blurs as all five ponies keep perfect pace with each other, Hornet Song shouting over the four earth mare's thunderous hoof beats.
"HANG RIGHT AT THIRD TUNNEL!"
>Racing past the second tunnel, sixteen armored hooves loudly screech as each heavily drifts right, the Lancers recovering quickly and continuing their synchronized beats, though the three precious cargoes nearly meet stone.
"STAIRS UP AND JUMP AT FORTY!"
>Returning to their tightly packed line formation, the quintet barrel up a suddenly oncoming flight of long, wide overpass stairs, reaching the top and bolting towards a pitch black area.
>Without warning, the Shieldmare drifts upwards in Jeff's vision, then seems to vanish, followed by the Light Lancer underneath hurling herself forwards into nothingness, all three humans encountering several wonderful seconds of weightlessness..
"BREAK RIGHT AND STRAIGHT!"
>Then land painfully on blackened armor plates, except for Clemency whom felt virtually nothing, the blackout bubble ends as the line of earth ponies drift heavily into another screeching right, the corridor opening into a wide, oval tunnel, flashes of orange plasma bolts, bright steel-clad minotaurs, and boxy Constructs instantly come into focus all around.

>Quite a distance ahead of the melee, a single massive orange sphere, it's entire shell bristling in popup turrets, missile pods, and four bright red barrels twice the Wild Ride's length aim south down the corridor.
"I cut my vacation short for THAT thing?!"

[1d20] <Missile Pods
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>>27146035
>"Hospitable's one way of saying it, I guess."
>Leads him over, pointing out some of the barracks where we humans stick around.
>Once past there, I talk briefly about the workshop as we head to the mess hall, waving over at it.
"Well, extra hands, or hooves in your case, are always helpful. And... I guess we're an odd bunch or something, definitely have a lot of variety between each other."
>"Wonder if he knows most of us died once."

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>>27145520
>>27145927
>>27145940

>Spruce looks at the pile of weapons in dissapointment at what was dropped before them.
>Just a bunch of polearms and maces.
>He sighs and looks around, taking a bit of interest in the strange runes that appear all around them.
>Curiously, he reaches out at a few of the etheral runes, wondering what would happen if he were to touch them.
>This world only seemed to become more surreal by the second.

>>27147162
>>27144429

>He gives her an off look, one of confusion as she sniffs the blade.
>Just what.
"Ah... Uh.... Okay. I was saying in general, explosives underground is a good way to kill yourself."
>The man still, tilts his head a little at the mare's strangeness.

>>27147780

"Ah... I only know of it because min father watched it. But okay."
>He looks over the read sai, feeling a tad unnerved.
>Whatever enchantment was on these, it felt just plain /wrong/ to him.
>Spruce seemed quite reluctant to even be near such a blade.
"Av odin skjegg... Det er en ond våpen..."
>The sight of his metalic arms did not help, the rather tall man seems a bit disturbed.
"Ah... Just... Keep that pointed away from me, ja?"

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>Unnamed Lands Burg Outpost: Cu'Nir


>>27147162
>The fauchards' sharpened edge had a distinctly clean smell to it, so much so that it took Sand Cutter a good few deep snuffles of her muzzle to get a whiff of the burnt ozone stench that was attributed to the steel.
>Harshly poking the Redsteel with the edge of her hoof, Sand found the metals fiery element was active.
>To balance the fauchard, the polearms body was of a dense hardwood that matched the heads mass, leaving its lacquered length at 4 feet long with no counterweight at its rear.
>Its a polearm that is in excellent condition.


>>27147791
>Closing the wooden door behind her after finding no one was inside the tower, Cu'Nir came to a halt next to you to watch both groups preparing for the spelunking.
"I'll take the yellow Soap Cubes, everyone else can take vhat they feel is necessary."
>"Those two better of gotten their claws on some as vell."


>>27149063
>Reaching a hand out to grasp at a few runes that drifted close enough, you instinctively braced for some sort of sensation.
>...
>Nothing happened.
>Checking your hand, then the runes, you went and grabbed at them again more.
>Still nothing..
>Even when you swatted at them there was no reaction, they harmlessly phasing through you as if you were air.
>Cu'Nirs disembodied voice came from behind, she apparently amused by your antics.
"The runes you see drifting everyvhere are a byproduct of Rune vork and Forging, they are all harmless unless someone commands them othervise."


>A sharp twerp caught the Huntsmasters attention.
>Turning away from the group to the Forger and Runer they indicated the task was done, the large grounded rune glowing passively.
"Are you sure it vill take us to the main digsite?"
"Yes Huntsmaster."
[Gryphonic] "Yes Huntsmaster."

>Dismissing the duo with a wing flick the Gryphoness took the centre of the circle, waving Spruce Simon and Sand Cutter over.
"Hurry up and take vhat Soap Cubes you vant, this thing von't vait on anyone."

>>27140315

>He sits up again, looking over at the knight with interest and minor annoyance at the same time.
>That knight sure seems intent on disrupting his thoughs...
>But goddamn he had some self proclaimed Keter Level shit.
>The Operative clears his throat.
"So... How dangerous are these and what do they do?"
>There was interest in his voice, and maybe some excitement over this.
>Just like to good old days...
>'Good', heh.

>>27150891
>the knight looks at you, a slightly devious grin in his half blue half red eyes
[Indurian] "You see, these twelve objects are known as Zodiac Stones. As the name implies, each stone carries with it an inscription of one of the twelve signs of the Zodiac."
[Indurian] "In Ivalice, the land from which I doth hail, these stones were said to be the tools of the destruction of a great daemon, who had ruled over mankind in ancient times."
[Indurian] "Twelve valiant knights, known as the Zodiac Braves, defeated this great evil, and when they eventually met their individual ends, they sealed within their Zodiac stones their own essences - knowledge, experience, some even claim they placed their very souls within the stones."
[Indurian] "Some even more radical scholars however believed that the stones were in fact evil. That the Zodiac Braves were in fact a cadre of twelve great evils, who had been sealed away in the stones."
[Indurian] "Whatever the case, the Zodiac Stones were lost over the centuries - some buried with their owners, tombs lost to time, some interred in great vaults, vast collections of magical antiquities."
>the knight then unloops a small leather pouch from his belt
>looking at it, a dull ache of concern nags at the back of your mind
[Indurian] "My friend - contained within this small pouch is one such stone - Capricorn, to be precise."
[Indurian] "Would you like to see it?"

>>27148781
>>27148787
>Jeff waves off Song, not concerned with the informality.
>He's concluded ponies never seem to be big on them, anyway.
>...heh. He called Clem and Pare his cadre.
>Well, they are teammates at this moment.
>Doesn't sound too bad.
>Getting back on track, Jeff looks to the lancers and shieldmares.
>And after a bit of back and forth, they all agree to take him, Clem, and Pare right to the Armory.
>Before he can anything else in, he's quickly lifted and dropped onto the earth pony sister on point.
>Jeff instantly locks himself in place with the sticky enchantment, to keep from falling off.
>And draws his Spellslinger, feeling a bit like a cowboy on horse.. pony-back.
"Can and will do."
>>27148804
>The shield drops down, and the ponies take off, archers covering their movements down the corridor.
>The ride is enough to stick his free hand onto the mare's lower neck, for stability.
>A sudden sharp turn into the third corridor almost throws them off, but Jeff stays low to not flip them
>And the sudden blackout and weightlessness indicated the shieldmare was moving them with psionics.
>First time he's been lifted, like that, since he can remember.
>Finally, the corridor opens up to a full ensuing battle.
>Minotaurs vs constructs.
>And one big orange motherfucker sitting outside of the battle, charging up multiple forms of weaponry.
"Jeez, look at that thing!"
>>27132613
>>27141775
>Jeff looks back at Clem and Pare, fist pumping towards the huge orange sphere in an 'open fire' signal.
"Some vacation, time to punch in! Weapons free on that big one, take out those weapons!"
[1d6+4] <E.Leadership: Ranged
[1d6+4]
[1d6+4]

>Rotating the elemental cylinder, Jeff locks the lightning shot in place.
>He takes aim for a cluster of turret pods and fires.
[1d6+4] <E.Small Arms: Lightning Bolt
[1d6+4]
[1d6+4]
>And recocks the hammer for a second shot at one of the four red intimidating barrels.
[1d6+4] <M.Ranger: Void Bolt
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>>27148176
DC-17m Blaster Rifle: 107/300
>Making some progress with the rifle, 1129 retrieves a power pack clip from his pack and inserts it into the left side.
>It meets much less resistance than it did earlier.
>Not as good as usual, but improving. Restoring the exterior workings is the best way to start, so that he is not required to partially disassemble the weapon to access damaged components.

>>27148341
>He is interrupted in his assessment as he removes the clip from the rifle. It seems she did notice after all.
>She seems excited. He would be inwardly enthusiastic as well, if it were in a usable state.
"The machine requires appropriate resources to function. The material storage bays are empty, so I cannot make use of it."

>>27148864

>Razorback Fortress Courtyard: Captain Raidor

>Raidor stays interested as you comment about the Barracks, Armory, and the Mess Hall.
>He nods his head up at you.
"Variety is the spice of life, Ivan! It keeps everypony interested, and your enemies on their hooves."
>Arriving outside the Mess Hall, the Manehattan Captain has to issue in seeing himself in.
"Ah, I see you have a full-time hall. And a bar! You humans have it comfortable, here! Luna usually doesn't skimp on those she calls friends."
>Looking around, mostly set on the bar, Raidor pans over to you in concern.
"But I do not seem to see anypony here, of interest. Surely you have a way to mass communicate with everypony here. I have heard of very odd human technologies."

>>27149063
>>27149829
"Oh, don't worry, I don't plan on letting anyone else grab onto these."
>Both out of possession and for their own good.
"Besides, they have a tendency to grab back."
>Probably best I leave that as vague as I have. I'd rather not remember that.

>Having chosen a backup weapon, a soap cube and with my own bag of supplies, I quickly join Cu'Nir inside the rune.
"Way ahead of you."

>As I look back at the others, I notice Spruce clearly thinking little of the weapons.
"You might not want to take those so lightly. Mine aren't the only things that have nasty tricks up their metaphorical sleeves - you'd be surprised what things the Gryphons make can do."
>Which reminds me...
"Speaking of, we're going to meet up with Yuntri, a maker of soap cubes, since he asked us to check in a little while ago. Once we've met up with the two local Gryphons, I'll go over everything in detail."
>Explaining all precautions and everything now would only start to worry me. If I do it when we're about to get started, I'll have something else to focus on.
>I hope.

>>27148781
>>27148787
>>27148804
>Cadre eh?
>Might as well be one
>Good reflexes by the way
>And what did he mean by he tried?
>Does guy seems like he owns these ponies
>But hey, free ride!
>Clem clenches as he is lifted but relaxes when he is on horseback
>Reaching around for a good hold on her, Clem holds his shotgun with one hand
>"Just like the old days..."
"Okay."
>As the shield drops in front of him, he feels himself lurch forwards as the group starts off
>He holds on tight, careful about the hard turn they leaned into
>"It's like racing motorcycles..."
>He then feels the familiar levitation feel, seeing they were being risen with psionics
>Then slamming down hard
>Not that Clem can feel anything anyway
>Clem raises his body for a look down the corridor they went into afterwards
>Large ensuing battle
>"We're going through that?!"
>He especially takes note of the huge sphere with the weapons systems on it
"What the hell?!"
>At Jeff's call, Clem tries to find his balance and aims his shotgun
>That missile pod looks like a convincing target on the Construct
>He pumps in a round and fires
[1d6+8] <E.Shotguns
[1d6+8]
[1d6+8]
[1d6+1] <E.Scouting
[1d6+1]
[1d6+1]

>>27151584
>Razorback, Workshop: Aiutante

>The pink pony smiles in your acknoledgement of her.
>Listening, intently at your explanation, she looks at the machine with focused interest.
>A pink binder hovers next to her face, and she begins scribbling furiously.
[1d6+4] <Research
[1d6+4]
"Materials? Well, what does it like take? We have plenty of different materials in storage."
>Her horn glowing pink, she hovers a paper list to you, along with a book that read "Smithing Materials 101".
"We have like several different metals and alloys in stock, and just like ignore the diamondine. That stuff is so heavy you totally won't be able to move, at like at all."

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>>27151384
>Upon hearing this, Zhun rises from his seat and takes his nose out of that book
>He goes up to the pair
"Well...I'm curious now. One for the world you've come from. Two for that....artifact. I would like to see it."
>Zhun also just noticed Indy's peculiar eye color
>Almost...cartoonish?
>Either way, it puts Zhun off by a little

>>27151788
>Seeing her taking notes concerns him, but it is almost certain that she will not identify anything sensitive. He can afford to ignore it.
"Numerous materials used in making armour, such as duraplast."
>He takes the list and reads through. Must be a list of stock.
>Many materials catch his eye, and numerous ones are foreign to him.
>A number of metals which may not be suitable for use in repairing his armour. A couple catch his attention, however.
"Some of these materials are unknown to me. If you have materials with high concentrations of Carbon, they may be of use. Carbon is the main element used in the creation of duraplast."

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"alright get off"
>bellows the conductor of the train that brought new recruits into the mercenary companies base of operations at a a young human man
"thanks man"
> I wave him off as i get off the train and begin to walk to the fortress looking to find someone to talk to about getting set up

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>>27148781
>>27148787
>>27148804

>Pareidolia rubs his eyes in annoyance as he failed to peer through the shield.
>He then eyes the former Councilmaster as he appraises him.
>Looking back to the group he silently waits for a decision to be reached.

>Vortex marked?
>Great. Whatever that is. More complications.

>Seeing Jeff being hoisted onto the nearby mare, he braces himself for the same sensation.
>Upon being seated, he grips the sides of the mare with his legs and presses one arm against her back willing his sticky enchantment to hold him steady.
>His stomach lurches as they leap across the gap in total darkness, and he flinches slightly at the jolting landing.

>Sticky enhancement proving useful...

>>27151481
>>27151786

>Looking up at their arrival into a battle filled corridor, he hears the familiar retorts of gun fire and orders from Jeff and Clemency.

>Large enemy construct identified.
>Newly encountered model.
>Disable missile pods or friendly forces will sustain massive casualties.
>Progress will be impeded.

>Freeing his other arm, he shoulders the PDW and centers his sights down the barrel of the most exposed missile pod.

>Internal composition unknown. Assumed to be vulnerable.

[1d6+5]< E. Small Arms
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>>27153098
>As you step off Behemoth, you suddenly feel a chill in the air around you, colder than the average Fall breeze.
>Again, a new human finds his way to this Fortress.
>The puzzle of why these humans keep ending up here is most intriguing. Made only more so by the outliers that have ended up elsewhere. Are they exceptions, or are more unusual powers at work?
>And why has this one shown up on Behemoth? This breaks the trend again.
>Perhaps the train's magic summoned him? This warrants closer examination. I shall use this opportunity to test my new transformation, as well.
>As you stand on the path to the Fortress, Behemoth at your back, the gate in front of you swings open, a man standing there, appraising you.
>His hair is white as snow, he wears a light blue business suit and shoes, and a tie as white as his hair.
>He approaches you...stiffly, almost, seemingly unused to his own body.
>As you get a better look at his face, it seems...too perfect?
>Finally, he stops just infront of you, and clears his throat, before speaking to you in a voice almost as cold feeling as the air that surrounds him.
"Greetings huma-er, Operator. Welcome to Razorback Fortress. I am a resident of this place, and you may call me the Ice Co-Caldwell. Might I have the pleasure of knowing your name, if you remember how you came to be here, and aboard our train, Behemoth?
>My disguise is working well. My research has borne good fruit, now to see what this one can offer.

>>27153846
“Hey man where are you from? I’m Nav by the way
>I say to the strange man as I walk up to him and shake his hand noticing how cold it is I pull back quickly
“Dude you okay? Your hands are ice cold; though it is pretty chilly out here you should wear something a little bit heavier. As for how I got here I took the train” I say with a slight grin
>I begin to walk inside the massive gates noticing the buildings slightly in the distance. And following the man in front of me
“So are you the guys who show the new guys around or should I find someone else and let you getting back to guarding that gate.”

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>Sand Cutter

>>27147780

>Turning her head in your direction slowly, the dark chocolate mare's chin lifts, her eyebrows furrowing in a familiar, well worn commander's scowl, her tone clearly matching her mood.
"Are you perchance implicating undead with.. intelligence?"


>>27149063

"Do you not think we-"
>Nodding in Simon's direction, then tossing her head back to indicate herself.
"Know this?"
>Letting out a disgruntled sigh, the earth mare turns her eyes onto the fauchard, tapping a pockmarked hoof up it's length experimentally as she rumbles.
"I suspect.. you are newly brought upon Tallus."
>Pursing her lips once, Sand tilts an eye up at you, inclining her head in a small, respectful motion, her voice still hard.
"If that be the case, I apologize. As I have accumulated knowledge, I have learnt that humans, unicorns, psions, and Saddle Arabians all share similar joys in frequent deployment of explosives to accomplish difficult tasks, or to destroy hardened enemies. As a Lady Knight, I cannot discount such weaponry as I have seen it's positive uses, yet I must politely suggest there be no use of such within a tomb without first questioning whom is in command."


>>27149829

>Briskly thumping her hoof on the fauchard's blade in satisfaction, Sand Cutter snarls quietly as she stands, bending down to bite on the polearm's haft and lifting it to lay remarkably flat across her back.
"Be yet unaccepting of this one's contents, nor should flesh ever be carried in proximity to undead. I shall carry what causes the most harm, yet-"
>Turning to twitch her nose at Cu'Nir, the mare gazes down at her chosen satchel scornfully.
"Utilize it I cannot as I am no psion."

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>>27154833

Wrong pic what the fuck chinz

>Post #1/3: The Armory Blockade: ARGUS COMMAND DOMINATOR, ENGAGED!
>LEADERSHIP: +2 to all Melee, Movement, & Ranged rolls!

> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CPtkA-Oapz8

>>27151481

"Lancers break off and take cover while I open the Armory!"
>Immediately upon sighting their newfound opposition, hostile green flares from four sets of earth pony eyes brighten the corridor, Hornet Song breaking off from the formation, his voice turning serious upon taking temporary command of the Moon Orb communication network.
>"Hornet Song reporting an Argus Command Dominator in front of the Armory, requesting fortification support-"

[1d6+4] <Accuracy
[1d6+10] <Plasma Turret #6
[1d6+10] <Plasma Turret #11
[1d6+10] <Plasma Turret #15
"How's that thing even FIT inside this place?!"
>The Lancer underneath you breaks left to avoid an oncoming line of plasma bolts from the towering Construct's popup turrets less than 200M ahead, the mare snarling coldly at the emplacements tracking onto her movements.
"If I die here I'm SO going to haunt that unicorn!"
[1d6+5] <E.Flank Rush
[1d6+5]
[1d6+5]

>Ejecting a short, shrieking yellow bolt from the barrel, the lightning projectile near instantly slams across the chosen pod's left side, arcs of electricity dancing across the exterior while the Spellslinger ripples, a puff of something purple jets down towards the motionless glowing barrels, smashing into the end of the right lower one, cracks forming across the muzzle.
>Blister Pod #2: 83/100 Armor.
>Plasmatic Driver #4: 188/200 Armor.

>A young, haggard batpony stallion's voice breaks across the network, sighing stiffly in pain, followed by a crisp, sweet Crystal mare's refreshing tone as fourteen of the boxy pods sight in on distant targets behind you, loud booms following a flurry of missiles shrieking overhead, the pods already preparing for a second salvo.
>"Destroyer Flight Three on our way Song-"
>"Rune Knight squad Tundra en route from the Atrium!"

[1d20] <Argus Missile Pods

>Post #2/3: The Armory Blockade: ARGUS COMMAND DOMINATOR, ENGAGED!

>>27151786

[1d6+4] <Accuracy
[1d6+10] <Plasma Turret #1
[1d6+10] <Plasma Turret #9
[1d6+10] <Plasma Turret #13
"Less talking about Tartarus and more damning the Empress for not being here please!"
>Comes the Light Lancer's humored, though tense request from ahead of you, peeling right and weaving frantically in the suddenly open main tunnel, near solid lines of orange plasma fire incoming as three of the red-barreled turrets lock onto her at range.
[1d6+5] <E.Flank Rush
[1d6+5]
[1d6+5]

>Slamming back into your hand three times in semi-auto mode, the space ahead fills with 00 buckshot spreading apart rapidly, perhaps half of the hard lead pellets managing to reach the Argus model, impacting across it with little visible damage due to the extreme range.
>Missile Pod #8: 145/150 Armor.

>Entirely unlike the Construct pair in Skykeep, the Argus model ahead was little more than a solid, weapon covered biometallic orange sphere, the upper and lower hemispheres lacking the outlines that would signify a retractable head or further weapon emplacements.
>Due to it's sheer size and large scale armaments, there was a high possibility that it's role was to act as an area control unit during forward advances, though you had no idea if it was paired.

>Snapping her head back to appraise the damage caused by the Construct's upper left cannon delivering a single solid cylindrical plasma lance towards the minotaurs behind you, the Lancer's eyes momentarily squint in disbelief, shouting as she returns to the all important duty of avoiding enemy fire.
"Don't you have something a little bigger?! I was told every human had a weapon that could crack Royal Guard armor!"

[1d20] <Argus Plasmatic Drivers

>Post #3/3: The Armory Blockade: ARGUS COMMAND DOMINATOR, ENGAGED!

>>27153765

[1d6+4] <Accuracy
[1d6+10] <Plasma Turret #3
[1d6+10] <Plasma Turret #10
[1d6+10] <Plasma Turret #20
>"Unarmored one, feel free to jump off and take cover any time-"
>Snorting in mock-pity after cutting the mental link, the Lancer underneath switches into a steady canter, the black steel plates across her chest, neck, and head aligning forwards to face the oncoming orange projectiles, then bolts forwards, seemingly uncaring at the potential danger.
[1d6+7] <Enhanced Brace
[1d6+7]
[1d6+7]
[1d6+5] <M.Flank Charge
[1d6+5]
[1d6+5]
[1d6+5]

>Feeling little more than light thumps into your shoulder, three short puffs from the barrel are overtaken by high pitched whines of the popup emplacements entering prefiring cycling, each of the twenty or so facing barrels glowing hot red once more while the center most missile pod's exterior is pockmarked by the bursts of penetratoss.
>Missile Pod #1: 127/150 Armor.

"HOOVES UP HUMAN!"
>Trailing back from the rushing Lancers a short distance, the former Councilmaster's voice rings out, the familiar gripping sensation of a short ranged teleport takes place, blinking out from the corridor and landing a short distance ass first on a hard metallic table.
>The moderately lit, den sized moonstone room looked to be a repository, a line of three sturdy steel tables facing you was covered in damaged sets of purple, blue, and black armors, reminiscent of Lunar Guard equipment, considerably more comfortable looking than those in the Fortress wore.

>Immediately from behind you, a collection of hundreds of wildly masculine, shifting voices of the Void coughs politely, a fear inducing tap on your left shoulder given.
"Look not back but to your left, Siren-touched, for it may be be your last. Take your belongings, then leave. Humans should not be here while the Rift seeks to claim the Moon, it is not.. proper protocol."

>>27155949

[1d20] <Argus Turret Emplacements

>>27149829

>So these runes... Pass harmlessly through you.
>Rather creepy, but alright.
>Turning to Cu'Nir, Spruce gives her a curious look.
"So... What it someone were to start commanding them?"
>He asks her, gazing over the strange runes around them.
"I assume it wouldn't be good..."

>>27151687

"Uh, ja, I understand. I would like those to be far from me, and I'd prefeer them to be not aligned against me."
>He takes a small step away from Simon and his blades enchanted with Edge.
>Spruce walks over and grabs a few soap cubes, examining them.
>What.
"Why do we need to carry soap?"

>>27154833

"Well, just because my specialty is dropping from out of the sky into enemy territory... It doesn't mean I don't know that is suicide."
>He nods at the mare.
"Ah... Okay. I understand though. I just arrived... Yesterday."
>He looks around, motioning to Simon, Cu'Nir, the runes, and the mare herself.
"All this is new. It's like the Gods gave me one last challenege before Valhalla."
>Spruce chuckles a moment as they walk, looking up at the stars a moment, sighing before turning back to her.
>The man draws a thermos, pushing up his ski mask a second and taking a drink before continuing.
"Before I was here, I had jumped out of plane and parachuted into enemy territory in my home country. The Russians had started World War 3 and had launched a surprise attack on almost every front. They forced Finland into Neutrality and crossed over, invading the Northmost part of Norway, my country, and sweden. I was parachuted in to support a massive counter offensive by out alliance. We blew up an enemy convoy, but my helicopter was shot out of the sky and crashed. Then... I woke up here."

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>Novus nods, interested in what he is saying.
"Any normal man from my world would think you crazy."
>He comments as he stares at the stone.
>.... Curiousity killed the cat?
>Well, whatever it may be...
>The man seems a bit unsure about this.
"Can you safely show me without causing a threat to all life within a five or greater mile radius? I ask because these orbs remind me of something else from my past..."
>He twitches a tiny bit when he remembers what is was.
"Ah... Don't... Ask about it."

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>>27155842
>The lancer sister cutting hard, Jeff starts to get uneasy on top the mare.
>Hornet Song is on his way to opening the Armory door.
>Missles lasers, magic being through everywhere, the chaos was quite... similar.
>And along with the turrets one them, Jeff decides to unsticky himself and hop right off her back.
>Tucking and rolling to break his momentum, Jeff hurries to a cover position out of the way of Construct fire.
[1d6+5] <Second Rush
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>He takes a quick look of the damage on the large Argus unit, unsatisfied.
>The Spellslinger had little no no effect, so he gets a quick scan of the large Construct orb.
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>>27155859
>>27155949
>Hearing Clem's mount shout at him, the Nightblade decides to pull out the big guns: the Gepard.
>Holstering his revolver, and shifting the huge rifle in front, he cycles the bolt to load a round and flips the scope covers up.
"You all want to see a weapon? Give me some cover, and I'll show you!"
[1d6+4] <E.Leadership: Cover or Distract my Ass
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>Jeff hoists the heavy rifle and begins steadying it, switching on the scopes X-ray sight.
>He hopes he might be able to spot a weaker spot on the large Construct.
[1d6+4] <M.Perception
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[1d6+7] <X-Ray Scope

>>27151939
>Razorback, Workshop: Aiutante

>Eyes beaming at the alien material's mentioning, the pink mare scribbles wildly in her binder, not even glancing at what she was taking down.
[1d6+4] <Research
[1d6+4]
"Derr-AH-plast. Never like heard of it, I'm sure it's-"
>But she stops as you continue, and she nods cheerly at you.
"Carbon? Why didn't you like say so?! We have these things called flawless gems, they're like literally diamonds. Totally straight carbon!"
>She points to a large wooden chest near the material storage, witha large sign saying "FLAWLESS GEM STORAGE".
"Take what you need! We like have so many, they totally sit around every day. And they're like not that hard to aquire... umm."
>Pausing her excited mood, she gives you an uneasy look.
"Whatever your name is.. I'm Aiutante! I'm like a craftspony her, I can totally make you anything you like need!"

>Unnamed Lands, Ringtown Digsite: Cu'Nir


>>27151687
>As you stood next to Cu'Nir you felt her wing brush up against your leg, a light squeeze from it to give you comfort.
>When you looked down to her however you saw she faced forward, avian eyes darting between both Spruce and Sand Cutter.


>>27154833
"Elemental Combustion cubes do the most damage, they are the bland looking ones. As for use, you just need to read vhat is written on the bands to activate it. No psion povers required."


>>27157161
"Depends vhat is commanded, from crushing you vith gravity to flash searing you to bare bones. It all relies on the Runers skills and devotion to their craft."
>She spoke matter of factually.
>You could not even tell if she was pulling your leg or not.


>Once everyone had joined Cu'Nir and did last second preparations, the sigil which all stood on flared to life.
>A tsunami of bright runes burst forth from the near blinding patterns in the earth, moving at such speeds around the group they congealed into one solid vertical tunnel of light.

>After an intense moment of silence the whiteness vanished without warning, leaving the group in the presence of three new Gryphons.
>An old geezer lookalike wearing ridiculously thick rimmed monocular's.
>A male with the appearance of a Bearded Vulture, his coverts armed with blades that passively crackled with electricity.
>And finally a female whom was unusually small, even compared to Sand Cutter. Bearing semblance to a Wallcreeper, she unlike her male counterpart had appropriately sized hooks attached to her tail and legs.
"I see you both took the advise, Yuntri, vhat vas it you vanted to show us?"
>Chortling to himself as the other two rubbed at their eyes from everyone's flashy entry, Yuntri took out a Soap Cube that at a glance looked like a lump of banded coal.
"Vhat is-"
"This'll halp ya identaf-eye if yer Shadow 'ings are deadn 'ot."
"Oh, that is very helpful indeed~"

From behind everyone came a harsh cold gust.

>>27154833
"Maybe. Most recent one I encountered was using a crossbow, and pretty well, too."
>I REALLY said too much there.
"I know you're not going to find much grey matter in a corpse, but it doesn't hurt to be cautious. Better safe than sorry, after all."

>>27157161
"Yeah, I don't blame you."
>Remembered he wouldn't think much of the weapons, yet forgot he'd think even less of the soap cubes.
>Nice going, me.
"Runes, again. They do all sorts, green ones help take care of injuries, purple ones lock things in place, there are ones that act as means of translocation, ones that create elemental explosions, and the list goes on."
>I see he's already got a couple in his hand.
"So don't take one at random. You'd be better off knowing what you're grabbing."

>Ooh, arrived yesterday?
>This is not going to be a great introduction to the world.
"Similar sort of affair for you too, eh?. UItranationalist Russians tricked the entire country into starting World War Three, on my Earth. After...other events, I was brought into "Task Force 141" to fight the Ultranationalists and hunt down their leader, Vladimir Makarov. Was all going well until our leader, General Shepherd, turned traitor and shot me and one of my buddies."
>This is a grim story that is probably best left for a less daunting time.
"The others will have taken care of it by now, though. They're good men, and I know they'll have put plenty of bullets in both Makarov and Shepherd."

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>>27157488
>you see the knight raise an eyebrow
[Indurian] "Sire, need I remind you - my profession requires me to consider firstly the safety of all about me! A knight's honorable promise - I give it to you."
>>27151858
>he then turns to Zhun
[Indurian] "Ah! It seems I have garnered thine intrigue!"
>he then turns to the leather pouch in his hands, suspending it a short distance in front of his chest with one hand, string pinched between his middle finger and thumb
>he swirls the other hand about the pouch like some sort of crystal ball reader
[Indurian] "And now, the moment ye have both been waiting for - behold! The legendary Zodiac Stone!"
>with an unexpectedly quick sleight of hand, the knight removes the stone from its pouch
>the orb, now in plain view, was green - appearing to be some sort of darkened emerald, or perhaps jade
>whatever the case, the object was beautiful despite its age - it appeared well-polished, and even in the darkness the thing seemed to catch the light in its grasp
>upon looking at it a few more seconds, however, you realize that this was not the case - it was not, in fact, trapping the light, but rather seemed to be generating its own
>the whole thing radiated a strange green light - a soft glow, but still definitely there
>as you looked upon it a few seconds more, you also notice some strange phenomenon occurring from within the stone itself
>it looked as if dark storm clouds shifted and swirled within the confines of the gem, and at one point you both thought you saw a tiny arc of red lightning jump between the clouds
>other than this, the gem bore no distinguishing markings aside from a large etching of the capricorn Zodiac symbol
[Indurian] "Impressive, no? In addition, though I have not determined whether or not it contains either spirit or demon, I have been able to determine that it indeed contains a great well of magical power!"

>>27158357
>>27158434
>The pressure on my leg grabs my attention once I stop talking.
>She's staying appropriately stern, but I know what she's doing.
>It'll take more than that to quell my nerves, but I'm glad that she can tell.
>It makes me smile. A grim smile, that doesn't wash away the anxiety on my face.

>As we're transported to the main dig site, I assess the pair's new gear, and start inquire about the finer details of Yuntri's new creation.
"Sounds good. How does it work, and how do we use it?"
>The chill wind resonates unnervingly with the barrage of tingles on my spine, doing nothing to help stop me being on edge.
>Reflexively, I draw my weapons and spin around to face it, immediately on alert.
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>>27158335
>He did notice the gems on the list, but did not think much of them.
>Perhaps he might be able to make serviceable repairs after all.
>He moves to the chest and inspects a few.
"I see. If they are in plentiful supply, these may be a reliable material for use in repairs."
>As much as he would like to make some use of the Fabricator, there are still other things which require his attention.
"I am RC-1129. Thank you, Aiutante."
>The most he needs, he can repair by himself, but a generous offer nonetheless. She must enjoy this line of work.
>He suppresses a smile.

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>Nav...must be short for something. Navigator?
>An insignificant aspect compared to the greater picture. This human is hiding something.
>Staring at his own hand after you finish shaking it, "Caldwell" shakes the frost from it as it forms.
>Accursed cold. This always happens when I formulate a new transformation. An inconvenience.
>He says he took the train, but from where? Could he be an infiltrator? I feel I am obligated to investigate this possibility.
>Stopping in his tracks, Caldwell stares you down as you look through the gate, before it slams shut just in front of you, with a snap of his fingers.
"I am more of a researcher than a greeter, or guard. However, I'm afraid I cannot allow you to enter just yet. These humans have many enemies and I would be remiss to allow you to enter without taking precautionary measures. I must ask you to reveal where you boarded this train, and If you remember how you came to be here on Tallus."
>I hope this human is intelligent enough to cooperate easily.
>Perhaps he is just disoriented from his death. Unless...he came here through other methods.

>>27159431
“yeesh no need for the cold reception Caldwell,”
>Caldwell stare at me questioningly as if I just did a triple back flip while blowing a dolphin
“it’s a joke man, anyway I thought everyone arrived tjis way, but if you want the whole story then the short version is, my team and I were taking down a terrorist group that got their hands on some dangerous tech. we secured it only for it to become unstable and suck me in and,”
>I shake my head trying to remember exactly what happened
“sorry memories a bit hazy but I was killed by the tech, or at least that’s what I think, and I woke up on that train with my gear and a small hand book about this place with a note that said welcome to razorback. So now that that’s out of the way can we go inside you look like you’re suffering from hypothermia” I say regarding the ice cold hand and strange mannerisms

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[1d6] >Breathing

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>>27159601
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=agR5aaQL2PY

>...
>I'll choose to ignore that pun.
>Absorbing your explanation, Caldwell's features soften as you finish.
>A reasonable explanation. I'll have eyes on him just in case, but for now, I suppose I can let him in.
>So, this one is from a world with advanced technology. Most intriguing indeed. Evermore surprising, this one appears to be much more aware of his death than most.
"Very well Nav, I accept your explanation. My apologies, but one can never be too careful. Now, I shall give you a tour of the Fortress as recompense. First, allow me a moment to explain your situation more fully. I am surprised to hear you came to the conclusion that you died so quickly, but yes, you are very much dead...in your world. As far as my current research suggests, the vast majority of humans here on Tallus have died in their worlds, and been brought here by some form of magic, the exact specifications of which I have yet to ascertain. I have hypotheses, but...well, another time, perhaps.
>After his explanation, Caldwell spins on his heel, opening the gate once again with a snap of his fingers.
>He begins striding forwards almost immediately, going straight for a large cluster of buildings to the North.
>He stops at the edge of the western most of the four buildings, gesturing to them.
"These are the barracks, where any operators who don't possess personal housing live. However, the fourth building farthest to the East isn't for humans, just these three. There are plenty of humans around, so you should find yourself at ease amongst them, unless you aren't comfortable with your species. Go ahead and pick yourself a room from one of these buildings, leave any personal affects you don't wish to carry, and then we shall continue our tour. I'll wait for you here."
>Not that I won't be keeping an eye on you regardless.

>>27160478
“Alrighty then man.”
>I walk in and set my gear in the barracks excluding my pistol and a speed reloader something about that Caldwell doesn’t seem right like he isn’t used to walking or moving at all. I walk out and rejoin Caldwell outside the barracks
“So,” I say as I begin walking with him to the next part of the base “You said you were a researcher? What kind of research do you usually do around here?”
>he may be a strange guy but he might just be cold if we get a chance I’ll have to ask him if he is having any symptoms of hypothermia

>>27160551
this me

>>27158523
>Very dramatic
>Almost like a stage performer
>But there it s
>That Zodiac Stone
>Zhun can't help but stare at it in awe due to the craftsmanship of it
>Polished and a touch be luminescent
>And...tempestuous
"It is impressive. Like a nice gem piece. Can you do anything with its power?"

>Post #1/2: Dancing Eyes

>>27116533

"You should know there's a Ward running around here. It might take a couple years, but there's a decent chance she could restore your ability to fly, though my knowledge of pegasi is.. limited."
>Leaning back, the psion lifts your left wing up carefully, gentle traces are felt across the slight fractures of the humerus, radius, ulna, and metacarpals, leaving a tingling sensation afterwards
[1d6+20] <Grandmaster Psion: Physiological Analyzation
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"Of course I do. Sometimes I feel this urge to blast a hole through the walls and trot back to seek forgiveness from the Master-Generals.. then I remember the apathy made me leave them. After that came everything else."
>Burying her nose behind the carpal joint, Dancing Eyes continues her aimless stroking of your coat, then sighs warmly under your feathers after a bit, tone flattening along with her ears.
"I hate Stalliongrad more than these humans do. If they could they'd burn the entire city down with every one of it's idiot inhabitants. My greatest hope would be returning to Old Stalliongrad with the Dynasty reborn and physically crushing every piece of shit earth pony alive."
>Giving another gentle hug, the earth mare tips her head down, turning her head to press a light kiss onto your left cheek, murmuring in a sincere, yet self-questioning tone.
"Listen Sunny, I like you.. but I don't know if I'm the kind of pony you need. I'm the kind that everypony wants when there's nopony else to talk to. The kind that makes everything disappear for a few days, or takes care of those certain 'problems' one can't deal with alone. You don't want the danger that a primal psion like me brings, but whenever you do need me.. I'm yours for however long you require."

>Post #2/2: Dancing Eyes

>>27116533

>Chuckling in an amused motherly fashion, though Dancing Eyes didn't seem to even remotely be the type that would consider being a broodmare, her right foreleg lifts to catch yours, bending her head around yours to give an honest, trustworthy smile.
"I'll let you know a secret: go take just a sip from the blue corkscrew bottle under the south desk. It'll slow you down a bit, but it's worthwhile."
>Cool sapphire blue eyes rolling, the primal psion shakes her head once, sticking her right leg out and rolling it in a mock-noble, Canterlotlian manner.
"Ahhh, but you have disgraced all ponies by allowing thyself to be wounded, such a deplorable, shameful spot of deviancy that is. You shall of course be reassigned to foalsitting duty for fifty years due to your actions having damaged everything beyond repair~!"
>Snorting merrily after the false accent, Dancing removes her forelegs from around your barrel, standing up and immediately swaying heavily towards the rapidly opening door, shooting a questionably mischievous grin back as it closes after her.
"Just take it easy anyhow or else a certain doctor will lose her shit and I'll have to come rescue you. That'll make two rescues in one night-"

>>27155842
>>27155859
>>27155949
>"Anything bigger..."
>Fucking shotgun
>Well, it was at range so the spread would be wide
>Might need to get a choke on this thing
>Clem grins a touch
"Oh I got something that can crack armor. Get me close to it then."
>He slings the shotgun over his shoulder and reaches for his kukri
>Drawing it, Clem eyes the Construct for any particular weak points or joints in the armor or hardpoints
[1d6+1] <E.Scouting
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>>27155949

>Pareidolia barely manages to orient himself towards Hornet's shout before being lurched through space onto the table.
>Propping himself up as he grimaces from the impact, he freezes as the dissonant voice speaks.

>Left.

>Turning to find his gear, he swings his feet off the table and unslings the PDW, leaving it where he landed.
>In a focused rush, he runs down the list of his gear as he dons his camo suit, tactical vest, and personal weapons.

[1d6]< E. Movement
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>As he does so, he mutters to himself while attempting to not look at the source of the voices.

"Protocol. Protocol! Tch, -now- they care about protocol. Easy-going Rounder chaff."

>He also notes the status of the power core's charge and checks to ensure his gear has not been tampered with by Constructs or otherwise.

>Physical condition acceptable.
>Armaments secure.
>Armor secure.

>With everything being accounted for, Pareidolia takes a cursory glance around the Armory, searching for any obvious exits.

>Siren-touched?
>It knows of my encounter.
>No method of information suppression available.
>Hopefully it won't spread that detail.
>No one else knows yet.

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>>27161317

>Idly watching the Psion examine her wing, Sunny raised her eyebrow bemusedly.
"But what would be the point? Maybe I prefer being down here with the rest of you instead of sleeping on a cloud all day."
>She listened to Dancing speak of Stalliongrad, she'd been there once.
>Once.
>It wasn't her place to dictate how the ponies of Tallus conducted themselves, but even she had thought about violently readjusting Stalliongrad's government.
>It was a good thing that such a feat was beyond her.
"I can't say I disagree with you."
>Quirking her ears merrily, Sunny gave the Earth Pony an extremely amused look.
"Now that's quite an assumption. I only said I was interested in where it's going, not that I wanted it to go in any particular direction, that's all on you."
>She leaned in slightly and lowered her voice to just barely above a whisper.
"And the danger doesn't honestly worry me, I don't have a whole lot left to lose anyhow, therefore, 'need' doesn't come into the equation at all. I'll take what I can get while I can get it, regardless of what that 'what' is simply because I /want/ it."

>Sunny returned her look with one of her own, near expressionless though it was.
"I might just do that."
>She probably wouldn't, though.
>Or maybe she would.
>She didn't know, yet.
>At Dancing's terrible Canterlotlian accent, the mare waggled her eyebrows.
"Worth it."
>Shaking her wings out in a fashion that made her covert secondaries almost fluff up, Sunny picked herself and what remained of her dignity up off of the floor and looked at Dancing over her shoulder.
>The clear view of her flanks was completely deliberate.
"What a terrible fate that would be, huh?"

>After the door had closed, Sunny turned her gaze down at the floor, where the Primal Psion seemed to have utterly forgotten the rings she had removed earlier.
>Heh.
>Turning towards the south desk pensively, she tilted her head, pondering whether to take Dancing's advice.

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>>27163745

>She could take it after she was done with her work here.
>Altering her path, the mare walked slowly on count of her various... Injuries.
>And likely sprained hoof.
>The sensation of moisture on her hoof got her attention, and she realised that she had stepped in one of the various puddles of mare juices dotting the room.
>Crap.
>Had this one been hers or Dancing's? She couldn't remember.
>Sighing irritably, Sunny could not care less if the errant, earthy smelling juices contaminated her potion, it had survived a couple drops of her own blood.
>What would this potion even turn out to be?
>At least the restorative elements in the potion appeared to be manifesting with its gentle red glow.
>Hm.

[1d6+3] < E. Alchemy
[1d6+3]
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[1d6+6] < Alchemy Lab

[1d6+4] < Harlon's Archaic Diamond Alembic
[1d6+4] < Harlon's Archaic Granite Condenser
[1d6+4] < Harlon's Archaic Kanpri Calcinator
[1d6+4] < Harlon's Archaic Steel Dry-Press
[1d6+4] < Harlon's Archaic White Marble Retort
[1d6+4] < Harlon's Archaic Whitesteel Mortar & Pestle

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>>27160551
>So, this one doesn't feel the need to walk around fully equipped.
>Somewhat unusual.
>Nodding to Nav as he leaves his chosen barracks, Caldwell begins walking North, through a gap between the barracks, towards another group of buildings
>What kind of research indeed...
"I have no one area of research. I suppose you could say I have multiple projects. Observation of behavior, equipment analysis, the cultural differences of Humans and Tallus natives...all of these are within my purview."
>How convenient that we've moved to this part of the base after speaking of equipment.
>Stopping next to an armored steel building located between the two lines of structures, Caldwell gestures again to the pack of buildings around him
"These buildings are more of a mixed bag, but allow me to start from the top. This armored building here, is our Command Center. It's two rooms, the first filled with reference materials, maps, and is generally used for researching aspects of an Operation. The Back Room is the main planning room, with tables and couches for meetings, ammo and equipment lockers, and the Master Radio, the function of which is self explanatory. The...Razorback radio DJs can be found there, as well."
>Fascinating creatures!
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>>27160551
>Finished with that, Caldwell then gestures to the three other, much larger buildings.
"These three however, might promise to be more interesting. The easternmost building there, is the Pony barracks, again, self explanatory. This one in the middle, is the Mess Hall. It has a large kitchen, a very comfortable freezer, and a mini bar. Finally, this western building has three important areas built into it. First, there is the workshop, filled with everything Razorback requires to perform upkeep on vehicles and equipment, and design and build new equipment. On top, you might notice those large doors, camouflaged? That is the Hanger, where a certain operator stores his helicopter. I would be careful about approaching it. Finally, there is the Armory, which is filled with equipment of all sorts. If you have any questions thus far, feel free to ask. If not, go ahead and take a look inside any of these buildings, exchange equipment, get something to eat, meet your fellow operators, and then we can continue back south."
>...The helicopter pilot is...also interesting.
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>>27163756

>Her hoof hurt to use much.
>Lowering it back down to the ground lightly, Sunny brought her wings forward to use those instead.
>Only a Pegasi's wings would be so flexile as to use them as manipulators.
>True, they weren't super effective manipulators in comparison to claws and hands, but it was a whole lot better than using her hooves.
>Drop by drop, infusing it together.
>Healing flask, following the recipe bit by bit, making sure the substrates bind nicely, it's the perfect volume and great effect. Always gotta mind an unstable compound, ensure these amino chains don't become unbound.
>I'm practicing Al-che-myyy.~

[1d6+3] < E. Alchemy
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[1d6+3]

[1d6+6] < Alchemy Lab

[1d6+4] < Harlon's Archaic Diamond Alembic
[1d6+4] < Harlon's Archaic Granite Condenser
[1d6+4] < Harlon's Archaic Kanpri Calcinator
[1d6+4] < Harlon's Archaic Steel Dry-Press
[1d6+4] < Harlon's Archaic White Marble Retort
[1d6+4] < Harlon's Archaic Whitesteel Mortar & Pestle

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>>27164194
>hmmmmm what to do first, the kitchen sounds good I haven’t eaten since I woke up on that train maybe then look at the workshop to see what I’m going to be working with on base maybe take a look they have a at the armory to see if any weapons need to be cleaned or repaired, maybe meet some other guys on base, wait a minute he said pony barracks why would barracks for miniaturized equines
“Wait wait wait wait wait did you say pony barracks? Back home we called those stables and why would you need midget horses anyway wouldn’t regular ones just suffice?”
>thinking back to that guide book it did say the land was called equestria but I thought that was just because of some weirdass previous ruler

>>27158523

>Novus gives Indurian an odd look.
>Discernable through even his gasmask.
>This was getting a little crazy.
>...
>'Oh right, I just realized where I am again.'
>The Foundation Agent begins to take notes down in his head, the training he had received was pretty much written into his mind.
>Appears to be... Elucid Class until proven otherwise.
>Is radiating an energy field that the knight refers to as 'magic'.
>Generates its own light, is not a biolimiescent mushroom...
>...
>'Oh right. I'm on the world of talking animals and fairy tales.'
>He nods, impressed though by Indurian's artifact.
"Well, that is quite impressive. Your charisma made me think a moment you we're a showman... But well, I looked around myself."
>Novus laughs a little bit at that, and continues.
"What else can it do besides provide a pool of 'magic' to draw from? Have you figured out if the artifact is indeed possessed by some sort of 'spirit' hostile and/or friendly?"

>>27161250
>>27164586
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PoOAWzbqA-k
>seeing your curiosities the knight cracks a small grin
[Indurian] "You both have asked me, now, what this object can do - whether I can draw upon its power, whether or not it contains the spirit or daemon it has been said to contain."
[Indurian] "These questions, all, I shall answer."
>first, the knight draws the smaller Xiphos from his belt, the sharp leaflike blade cutting the air as he flicked it out, extending it in front of him
[Indurian] "As to whether or not I may draw upon its magic, I present you this in reply."
>for a brief moment you both watch as the orb begins to glow a faded, almost translucent shade of light red, like some sort of star tucked away within the swirling mists of the stone
>then you watch as the same faded red light slowly creeps into the knight's eyes
>then, all at once, the building light erupts in a brief and muted flash of crimson from the knights eyes
>almost immediately following the flash, the small blade begins to burn - even produce heat
>then, with another flash, the fire dies, replaced with a thin layer of frost and an odd frosty aura about the blade
>you then notice the knight's rather pained expression, just as he releases it in a gasping exhale
[Indurian] "Pardon me... I fear that with my head injury - a concussion, you see - I cannot withstand any further direct access. It doth strain me."

>>27164749
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QH_ugEcFw5k
>(2/2)
>you see the knight then re-sheathe the Xiphos
>he pulls in front of him the stone, holding it out in front of him and, looking straight into the crystal, continues
[Indurian] "Now, my friends, as to whether or not it contains an entity..."
>the knight pauses for a moment
[Indurian] "Well, it would be best for you to experience it for yourselves."
>it was at that moment a minor detail had changed about the knight, both of the operators noticed
>his eye color had normalized - they were pure powder blue
>however, you noticed no changes in the stone itself
>the knight extends the stone towards Novus
[Indurian] "Here, my friend. It shall not harm you, this I swear."

>>27118302
>No cord or apparent station for recharging a battery pack, or even an obvious place to put said pack.
>Sure, it could be Futuretek, but some kind of port could be hidden somewhere.
>Maybe.
>He rarely saw other peoples' ani, but that didn't mean they didn't have them.
>These thoughts left him as he turned to look at the knight in shining armor.

>>27125419
>Hmm...
>'Celene Lillianne. Hah, it's like that one girl. I think she was an actor.'
>The man had frowned slightly in his examination after noticing those names as his eyes fell upon that sack.
>The "Ball Sack," as it appeared to be.
>He gulps and glances away, looking back over towards the forge.
>And then he... Couldn't remember.

>>27118302
>>27125419
>'Wait wha-?'
>Did everything just taste purple?
"What."
>Some time had passed, and to the Unicorn smithy and the Knight, who had by now left, the man had seemed to just stand there, staring off into the distance.
"Where am I?"
>He looks around, seeing the forge and the armor, and possibly the smithy.
"Wha- Oh, right, armor. He finished it. I should, uhm... Go try that on. Yes."
"I erm... Thank you."
>These words were spoken to Krinza, if he hadn't yet cleared out.
>The steps forward and plucks up the armor, tucking all the different pieces together so he could hold it comfortably under his arm.
>He about-faces and marches right out of the smithy, turning to go to the...
>Armory. That's right.
>Was that were he was supposed to find Roust? Maybe.
>He couldn't remember now.
>With this inability to remember, he takes himself to a back corner of the Armory, perhaps some private room where he could lock himself in, and starts to strip himself down.
>Well, partially.
>He puts the armor down first and slings Fiddy off from his shoulder, as well as his un-named SMG, gingerly placing both of them down on the floor out of the way, near the wall.
>His pack and hip bag go next, both propped up against the wall.
>He does pause however, and undoes his pack a little more to look for his kitten and give it a good, gentle scratching.
>He smiled wide while doing so.
>Gods it's so cute.

>After getting that out of his system for the time being, he removes his helmet and vest, breathing a little sigh as he goes back to the armor.
"How do I even put this on..?"
>He took the time to figure just that out, and put it on over his clothes to start, not sure exactly how real armor was supposed to work.

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>>27164339

>Her Restoration potion was coming along very nicely, despite the...
>The uh...
>The additives.

[1d6+3] < E. Alchemy
[1d6+3]
[1d6+3]

[1d6+6] < Alchemy Lab

[1d6+4] < Harlon's Archaic Diamond Alembic
[1d6+4] < Harlon's Archaic Granite Condenser
[1d6+4] < Harlon's Archaic Kanpri Calcinator
[1d6+4] < Harlon's Archaic Steel Dry-Press
[1d6+4] < Harlon's Archaic White Marble Retort
[1d6+4] < Harlon's Archaic Whitesteel Mortar & Pestle

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>>27165704

>Oh no, oh gods no.
>Everything was going wrong again.
>This is not what Sunny wanted, this is not what she wanted at all!
>The mare whinnied audibly in barely contained panic.

[1d6+3] < E. Alchemy
[1d6+3]
[1d6+3]

[1d6+6] < Alchemy Lab

[1d6+4] < Harlon's Archaic Diamond Alembic
[1d6+4] < Harlon's Archaic Granite Condenser
[1d6+4] < Harlon's Archaic Kanpri Calcinator
[1d6+4] < Harlon's Archaic Steel Dry-Press
[1d6+4] < Harlon's Archaic White Marble Retort
[1d6+4] < Harlon's Archaic Whitesteel Mortar & Pestle

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>>27166132

>She was beginning to lose track of things.
>No, no, no, no, no, no!
"Aaaaaaaahhh!"
>On she toiled, though.

[1d6+3] < E. Alchemy
[1d6+3]
[1d6+3]

[1d6+6] < Alchemy Lab

[1d6+4] < Harlon's Archaic Diamond Alembic
[1d6+4] < Harlon's Archaic Granite Condenser
[1d6+4] < Harlon's Archaic Kanpri Calcinator
[1d6+4] < Harlon's Archaic Steel Dry-Press
[1d6+4] < Harlon's Archaic White Marble Retort
[1d6+4] < Harlon's Archaic Whitesteel Mortar & Pestle

5/8
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Hope this is alright.

>>27158357

>Spruce carefully puts the soap cubes back into the bag.
"Well. Let's not."
>Who thought making exploding magic soap cubes was a good idea?
>What if someone had gone to try and wash their hands?
>By Thor... This world...
>This world truly needs my help.
>Thank you, O' mighty lord.
>I was born to serve, and I know what to do.

>>27158434

>The soldier turns around, looking back to Simon and raising his eyebrow.
>He smiles, laughing again.
"Well, we continue to be more alike, haha!"
>Spruce shakes his head though, sighing.
"The Soviets Agitated the war. The American SDI program sent them into goddamn bankruptcy and they demanded repairations from the west. They started to mobilize troops along the iron curtain and Finland. NATO held strong though."
>Spruce pauses a moment to recount the events that happened.
>'I'm certain I'm forgetting something...'
>'Ah, oh yes!'
"We were being diplomatic, but the Russian's demands were fucking insane. So, in the spring of 1989... Negotiations broke down. Then, they launched an attack on Berlin."
>He frowns a bit.
"They pushed through West Germany, pushing part of the German Army into Denmark as the other countries responded by attempting to stop the Russian charge. Then they hit us by surprise. Formerly neutral Sweden was hit by marines, Soviet amphibous landings, and Airborne missions. They strongarmed Finland and launches a surpise attack on the North, opening up a new theater in the war."
>Pausing once more, Spruce pulls out his thermos and takes another long drink.

1/2

>>27166781

>The Norwegian sighs contendedly before continuing.
"Sweden was basically forced into NATO, along with Austria which was nearly lost entirely... But that doesnt really matter, the whole world began to crack apart. South Africa began having an open war with its neighborning countries that started trying to invade with Soviet help, the IRA suddenly became an enormously active movement, India and Pakistan went to war and China joined in... The Korean War resumed. Every fucking thing fell apart. Even South America began having troubles, Cuba began trying to Conquer islands in the Bahamas. A true world wide war had broken out, and the only thing stopping a nuclear war was the American SDI program. I guess I should be thankful I wasn't around to see if the Russians had the balls to start a full nuclear war... The last thing I heard was the finnish army was deserting. A massive rise in Partisan activity across Finland was beginning as the tide in Norway began to turn more in our favor."

>Sand Cutter

>>27157161

"Others would consider suicide in a steadfast role rather than place their lives in the act of gliding."
>Nickering to herself amusedly, the dark chocolate mare rolls her ears in shock, halting to toss a mollified stare your way, unresponsive for a short time.
>Lifting her front shoulders in a casual manner, Sand Cutter's nose twitches as she speaks.
"I comprehend few of your words. Both context and meanings are unclear to me, yet there is a finality to them that I understand."


>>27158357

>Raising an eyebrow at the cryptic answer, or puzzle, the earth mare nods a short, questioning motion.
"Very well."
>Reaching out to pull her chosen satchel closer, Sand Cutter noses the flap open, shaking it's contents out and dropping the fauchard across the top.
>Pushing only the bread and water back in, then carefully places two of the inherently suspicious looking cubes within, muttering under her breath in earth pony.


>>27158434

>Bending forwards and swinging the satchel around her neck, Sand pauses, standing up to toss an agreeing frown in your direction.
"That is sometimes true, yet the lack of a brain is a poor indicator of an abomination's capacities. The measure of an undead able to operate a crossbow suggests a degree of previous intellect or instinct, whether it's own or that of another commanding it. More so if it had any precision remaining."


>>27158357

>Restoring the fauchard across her back in time to close her eyes, Sand Cutter remains silent during the odd travel, though twitches immediately upon hearing new voices.
>Visibly tensing in the newfound cold, the mare taps a hoof in Cu'Nir's direction after the suitably ancient gryphon finishes speaking, muttering just loud enough for her to hear.
"As I see it, there is little purpose for me join within, my hooves shall be much too loud. I will, however, follow to the entrance of the tomb and request from the earth what knowledge she grants me. Call upon my services once necessary."

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>>27166148

>It was finished.
>Semi finished, now there was the not so simple matter of making the contents refill.
>Some call it Alchemy, others call it magic. Both were wrong.
>To Sunny, this was merely the tender application of science.
>Neither matter nor energy could be created or destroyed, only transformed.
>However, there were certain impossibly minuscule reagents that could be used in conjunction with other compounds that would transform the energy of one into matter resembling that of her potion.
>Due to the high amount of potential energy present, the potion could then refill itself almost indefinitely.
>It would certainly outlast her by several lifetimes, if not longer.
>It was also not an easy thing to do, as the compounds and reagents themselves were highly volatile and a lot could go wrong.
>The absolute worst case scenario was a catalytic chain reaction resulting in a sudden, explosive release of energy.
>Bad end.
>Sunny cautiously continued her work, hopefully the finished product would be worth it.

[1d6+3] < E. Alchemy
[1d6+3]
[1d6+3]

[1d6+6] < Alchemy Lab

[1d6+4] < Harlon's Archaic Diamond Alembic
[1d6+4] < Harlon's Archaic Granite Condenser
[1d6+4] < Harlon's Archaic Kanpri Calcinator
[1d6+4] < Harlon's Archaic Steel Dry-Press
[1d6+4] < Harlon's Archaic White Marble Retort
[1d6+4] < Harlon's Archaic Whitesteel Mortar & Pestle

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GM's be like

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Top tier armour.

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>>27169685
shit tier compared to this

[1d6] >Events And Mistakes To Be Had

..

>>27170457
I bet that couldn't even stop a bread knife.

>>27151627
"I wouldn't exactly say my enemies had hooves, back home. Except boars, they were the only ones with them."
>Shrugs and chuckles at his reaction.
"STALKERs usually had a bar that acted as a camp of sorts. I frequented a bar by the name of "100 Rads". It was nowhere near as large as this is."
>Nods at his concern and pulls out my radio.
"I figured you might want something to eat, or drink while walking around. Go on and help yourself to whatever."
>Clears my throat and starts speaking into the radio.
*"This is Ivan, I have a Captain of the Manehatan Guard offering us a visit of the city. He wishes to get Razorback accumulated with Manehatan, and wants to take a small group of humans over for a tour. If anyone else wishes to join, we're currently in the Mess Hall."*