MisterRe

There was a silence among them as one popped out for a moment and popped in with a chains. "Thank you my friend, but allow me." Re chained himself with pleasure glued on his face. "How easy it is to give up, isn't it?" @, There was no response. Re was escorted back inside the mansion he'd broken into recently and was kept in the broom closet. "I do politely ask for the audience of your Lord Commander. I might have something he needs."

He saw his sleepless meter was 700. He was worried a little, because 1000 meant death for some reason. Re stopped pacing around like a crazed mare and talked to the other ponies. "Very well then. Let's go. Hey Day star... I'm mean Stare gaze... I mean Star Daze. Never mind. You wouldn't mind carrying somepony if they were to fall... a-...sleep..." Re collapsed.

"I can't sleep." Re suddenly woke. "I can't shake the feeling but I just can't relax." Re sat up and looked at his Pip-buck. His sleep deprivation meter was 400 and slowly rising up as the minutes passed by. "Malt, I can take all of the night. Don't worry." Re got up and circled the perimeter with the light of his Pip-buck.

Re was bored and fast a sleep. Whether it was night or day he didn't care, he still needed the sleep. He wanted to just awaken back in the stable. Live in the vault, Die in the vault. That's what they always said. Though life without parents in a stable was lonely, it was stable and stagnant. Re didn't have to fight so hard until he met the outside, cruel world. "Ma.... da..d... don't go in there... highly irratiated... you don't have to save everyone... stay with me..." Re often spoke during nightmares. "...Stay..."

Mister Re His flesh, body and soul was torn apart and reduced to a remnant. What was left was a shattered shadow, an intergrated mind and sparsed spirit. Though the process was in mind, never at all was it less important. "Time for a revelation. There was a story that I remember from childhood: The last piece of flesh. A local town faced a siege from a local army. After a few raids and a few months, the pride of the village faltered. The village tried to surrender but every pony who was sent was killed because of the soldiers suspicions of treachery. In the books, they read a white flag signaled an absolute surrender. The problem was the rarity of cloth in that day, in that winter. Ponies were starving and cold. No pony had white cloth. All of them had tattered brown cloth and none could get any more. Tommorrow, the commander decide it was thier last chance to surrender. Before they would massacre the town... ...Desperate, the elder of them decided making anew. Using the soft side of the youngest colt, a colt of pure white, he crafted the white pelt flag, a surrender and sacrifice. The colt wouldn't survive but the slice was mere painless since the frost instantly sealed his wounds. On the sound of the last war horn they would raise the flag. The Last chance was rung; Every pony died. Why? Because they did not clean the sin, mainly the blood. The blood formed red ice on the other side, giving an appearance of a red flag. The winter's wind blew the white to red. It was the ultimate deception. To both parties. Moral of the story: never half-hearten a defeat." Re skinned the side of his stomach area and wrapped it in gauze. He then cleaned off his cutie mark and the piece of loose flesh. Purification at its finest. Mister Re proceeded with the white flag of flesh. His destination: The Hive. --- Mister Re's body carried his mind all the way to The Hive. He carried the metal stick of his surrender in his mouth and no prior plan followed. Ultimately, there was no scent of deception on him, and the fact that was, was not a deception in itself. A group of syndicates surrounded him with weapons drawn as he approached the entrance. Misery's last stand was beyond those gates. She was dead to him, He only wished the same for himself. Re couldn't depict his sorrows in words because thoughts became more the burden. What was worse: Mourning a dead spouse, or mourning a dead spouse who faked their death to get away from you? Re impaled the concrete with the metal pole, prompting a slight flinch from the masked guards. "I didn't come here to fight; I came here to talk." Humbug "Grumps is dead. There's no one here." Slips inspected the pile of ashes and noticed a notable item "Yep... Ashes. Grumps is ashes." "Dammit! All for nothing..." Humbug kicked somewhat hard on the wall, knocking down one of the paintings. "Wait... There's a safe here." Buddy dud "Its a three digit combination. There are exactly five hundred and four combinations. We can't possib~..." The code was on the back of the painting. "Grump's you dumbass." Inside there was a map and a bag of bits as well a sleep dart for some reason. "Its the location of the storehouses and the shipment manifest. Jackpot!. Let's go!" Humbug's efforts were not nigh. She'll provide food for her ponies. The trio teleported back into the Junkyard. Humbug was surprised ponies were still hear. She guess they didn't really care. A little tear came to her eye.

"With a taste of your lips I'm on a rush... your toxic I'm slipping under... with the taste of a posion Paradise. I'm addicted to you don't you know that your toxic..." Re sung to himself in light of the situation and also mocked the occurrence of the stinging sensation. He hoped no pony heard him. (Writers block)

"This place reminds me of home, expect not as damp or filled with these 'NightStalker's you guys are talking about. So... let's stab the thing and get out." Re wasn't afraid in the slightest bit. If he were to die on this very spot, at least he was with company."Quick strike, be patient. You don't want to be overrun by a bunch invisible mutants."

Re turned on his Pip-buck light and followed Malt. He also drew his revolver and prepared hi P.A.T.S. Mr. Re wondered. Wasn't Malt a girl's name or something? He decided to speak his mind to avoid rash decision's later. "Isn't Malt a mare's name?" He said with the slightest of sincerity.

"I'm not getting out without my score. Those guard dogs will pay well in ransom for Grumps." Humbug had to do it. She wouldn't want to be one of the random casualty. "Time for a third party to join this party." Humbug went outside again equipped with shining golden armor. She took a deep inhale and didn't let go, her lungs held its air till the brain's reflexes forced it out. The sound stopped everything. "NNNNNMMMMNG." All of the air in her lungs left through her nostrils and left her smelling a little blood. The feeling Humbug felt afterward was a feeling as if she had blown her nose too hard. Her mind had a huge migraine but she lowered the volume to a sustainable level. The sound became the hummed melody: Twisted Nerve. Everything was resuming with her song attached to the background The hymn echoed through the city, to every hall, to every street and mostly importantly every Dead-watch member in the Junkyard. The song was signal and was varied meaning. Some, it meant a good fight, others, a steal and to the right ponies: a mission. The song lasted a total a fourty-five seconds from the safety of the other exit of the mansion, giving enough time for the unicorns to teleport to the war call. Each unicorn carried all who wished to come up to a total of five per teleport. They tuned their concentration to the song and the spells did the rest. Within the minute, thirty members appeared in random packets in random places at random times. Their locations corralled around Humbug's general location. This wasn't a false alarm, they came in with swords, bats and other blunt and sharp objects. About twenty more were incoming pegasi. Humbug felt a ringing even louder, after her one minute melody. She would fell if there wasn't a pony to catch her. "Now, look who slips." Slips interlocked her hooves with his. An earth pony was in company with him. "Buddy, what are you doing here?" She tilted her head. "I'm here to help." Buddy Dud smiled at here. "What do you need?" "We need to steal the VIP from here and get some sweet ransom." They all entered the mansion, through the running noblemare,

Item removed: Posioned Zebra Mister Re laid the zebra down on clean ground and talked toward the newly met pony. "That's Mister Re, on a formal level. I don't babysit, so Soprano will. I'm guessing. I have a light so I'm also a clear choice to go inside the caves." Re came along and followed.

"Broken, great." Re inspected the shattered base of the gun, it was far beyond repair. "Now all I have again is this shitty revolver." The zebra was laid stomach-side against his back. No saddle, so both parties experienced some discomfort. Mister Re sighed. "Let's go." Broken rifle removed Posioned Zebra added

"Crap stacks, you got stung. Why do ponies not move while their shooting?" Re kept his distance while he shot at the Radscorpian with a blinded eye. Using his earth pony strength he picked up Star Gaze, his Wg meter went up dramatically but it wasn't enough to encumber him. "Quick Strike, keep your distance. I can't carry both of you at the same time." Mister Re shot the last of his rounds, crippling the radscorpian's tail and leg, He switched to his revolver and that ran out too. "Screw it, I hope this works." Mister Re switched to his rifle again. This time his mouth was on the metal end of it. He swiped the oversize insect with butt of weapon, breaking it and smashing the exoskeleton. It was dead.

Humbug's hymn was too late to stop the icicle projectile but it wasn't too late to disrupt the next spell that was casted against her. She felt the thick but fluid aura inside her trachea but it dissipated when she hummed even louder. The mare then vaulted herself backward, away from the group that now surrounded Grell. Nice try motherbucker, no spell can touch me now. She had a sound barrier around her that disbanded any magical aura around her. Humbug ran inside and stole an off-duty guards armor. Good thing the colt was drunk and also fit her size to an extent. "I have to call for help!"

Re was blank faced. Giant scorpions surprised him even more than the death claws, they were easily dispatched by rifles. This was a huge relief because scary as they may look, were'nt going to be a huge problem. Re aimed with his P.A.T.S and fired three shots at the third radscoprian. It hit two of the main eyes and the last shot missed.

"I'm new to the outside as you can see. I used to be an Overmare of Stable 33. It was nice but they it was a ploy to betray me. Now I'm out here trying to find the pony who robbed me. No need to haste to find her though because, she'll never get passed the voice recognition... I mean locks I place on it."

@, "Now,now, There's no need for hollow threats." Humbug gave him a smug smile, assessing his reaction. " As for Grell, I can't really control him . Otherwise, If I intervene it'll produce some... deadly results. I wonder... do you know how they met? It seems like old flame or something that got off bad terms. I bet their dying to kill each other. Anyway, I kid. The party is this way."

"Who are your friends here? They seem a bit odd in particular." Humbug was in the company of unicorns, if things would get dicey. She would disable their magic. Humbug then turned to the newly acquainted ponies. @, "I haven't seen you two in recent memory. Its a pleasure to meet you. My full name is Humbug Chasity Lime, a how-you-say friend of Grell's."

"What is Grell doing here? And who are those ponies?" Humbug never really knew Grell apart from him being in Dead-Watch. He was the cryptic, creepy type that even she couldn't figure out. The inter workings of that mind was an obscure collaboration of obsession of death and oblique sense of morality. "I'm curious. I have to talk to him." Humbug left the window and proceeded through the door to the outside. "I hope he's not in trouble or anything." She proceeded to approach the group of five with subtle demeanor. @@dashian500, "Grell, fancy meeting you here."

"Sorry 'bout that. Yes it does. I guess." Re ran to catch up with group and soprano followed "I get kinda distracted when I talk to sompony about things and stuff. Caravan, eh? I don't think I have any money... what currency you guys run on?" Re followed the zebra. "I wouldn't be so sure, seeing my pip-buck is the most technological thing in this wasteland. I should be more worried."

Re hid his pip-buck away from Soprano to edit his map marker that identified his house, It originally said 'To-loot later on' but now it said Soprano's hideout. After he showed him the pipbuck. "There is your house, and we're here. Cool huh?" Re needed to fix his P.A.T.S but that was the only flaw on the pip-buck. They never showed how to take it off... ever.

"I was the only one to fail the test that decided my occupation inside the stable. After that I just got everything for free without actually doing anything. It was nice but it was boring. I decided to learn on my own. In the many years following. I knew more than almost everyone else. About the water chips and purifiers, hacking the terminals. I read all the science-y stuff and some of the history before the war" Re sighed. "Everyone I know probably dead anyway."

"Not much, I tuned my pip-buck antennae receiver to your parameters. After that I do not know that much. Just that Radio waves travel as light we cannot see and stuff." Re turned his radio off, and shrugged. "My schooling I never took so seriously, I like fiddling with things that either fizzle or explode." "One minute, I'll be with you Quick strike."

"You're really funny. Trying to take my antenna. Don't fix what's not broken, ya know. Also... done." Re didn't glance at Soprano while operating his pip-buck. "I don't think that any antenna would be better than a pip-buck. I'm guessing this technology is rare here." The radio brodcast signal was crisp but still one way. "Can you still talk on that thingy? We could communicate with your radio and listen on my pip-buck." Re started walking with the other two. "Cmon."