FancyHorse

Can I have a hug?

I must deeply apologize.. I feel I've been pushing this along too quick for the others to properly catch up and mingle with the others. 

Sometimes I get impatient at myself.. 

This a rather deep embarrassment for me and I deeply apologize. I was too focused on wanting a action scene I wasn't thinking of my participants.

I was actually going to write about it in my next post.

I suppose. Though if you want when we reach a certain station we could instigate it there? I've got a bit of plan later.

@@genessee, @@Driz

Let's hold on posting until the others catch up. 

Above on the passenger carts wiring to life, the active trophy device spins with frantic speed. Its sensors noting at the projectile detection.

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With a loud plong! a sudden round projectile lauched outward intercepting with the incoming rocket. Out to distance the two collided detonating on impact. 

"Take him down!" A call out from one of the guards on the side rail. With Turbo Killer swiveling and pointing directly at the closing rocket van taking a single burst to erupt it into a fire pyre.

@@genessee,@@Driz, @@Mentis Soliloquy, @@Techno Universal, @@Hazard Time, @@Stripes  

The drone emitted its humming buzz as it scoped about the horizons at the train perimeter. But with little to note Glebb was just about to call it- until he noticed to their left relative to their facing. 

Over their railing and out into the arid flat lands a pummeling of smoke bloomed in the distant. 
"Hm.. Arytom!" He called out to his companion. 

Both taking note they take out their binoculars. Artyom with his talkie ready. 
"Turbo Killer. Copy?" He stated. 

With their views sited their zoom gave clarity what they spotted... One, two... several. Its almost a bloody convoy!

"Watcha got for us?" Jaquis' familiar sinister tone spoke through the radio.

"Got us some technicals. Bearing... 110. West. You spot with thermal over?" Artyom he called out. 

"Roger that." Jaquis stood up in his reclined seat, adjusting it accordingliy and flipping down his "devil eyes' visor. 

"Load me some rounds Morris." He ordered swivling his turret westward. With the ammo rack before him he pulled over to the cart close by lifting the rounds by magic injecting them into the feeding rack in turn loading into the reciever of the 25 mm cannon.

"Rounds in."  The purple unicorn announced.

"Boss Dog. We've got hostiles detected. Shall we go into Yellow phase?" Artyom called into his radio. 

Patrinko stood up into his seat noting at the chatter and mapping activity on his terminal. 

"Confirmed. Go ahead." The security head gave a nod and flipped to his terminal scrolling into the alert phases and selecting yellow.

Throughout the passenger cart and other cart a sudden flashing yellow light blazed above the doors followed by a low humming.

"Attention all passengers. This is the security chief. Hostiles have been detected. Please remain calm and take your seats." The announcement spoken suddenly on the intercom with a sudden appearance of metallic armored blinders suddenly encompassing the sides of the passenger carts, a slight dimness in the lighting due to the armored mesh fence tracting over the already enforced windows. 

Closer, Closer... the conglomerate of vehicles came into eye sight. Dozens of them! All a collection of mish mashed parts and frames! Like something straight from those classic apocalypse movies! Hell, might as well be one! Only this was real (hehe.. real).

"Tracking target." Jaquis stated following about with his laser sighted visor following a fast moving modified sedan. 

"He's closing quick." His left hand support gunner noted as he sighted down his own weapon.

"You're mine." The griffion gave an evil smirk leading his barrel ahead and squeezing at his trigger. The immense burst of the cannons rocking the whole train slightly giving a faint rumble to its neighboring carts. With simple aim all bursts pierce straight into the light armored car exploding into a firey pyre. 

"Target down!" The griffon stated.

Switching sides on their end, Fenrir squad faced in the same direction. With their objective clear they each took aim with their personal weapons the crackling sound of gunfire muffled as loud pops from the confines of the passenger cart. 

From their side port window the supply mares watched the metal parade unfolding. 

"Well its about time something exciting happened." Marge noted sipping at her thermo as a particular motorcycle came close along side. A large hunking minotaur taking the wheel or... sticks. Bars? 

"Marge.." Daisy grumbled noting how he's literally right next to them. 

"No no I wanna watch.." Marge noted as he swung about a crudely crafted chain ball in his hoof.

With suddenly a loud burst from one of the security personnel dispatched at the bovine  ripping through the figure and his crude ride sending him into a swipping tunnel before tumbling with his bike violently into the ground. 

"Ho ho! Oh celestia! That was brutal!" Marge gave a heft chuckle with a disgruntled undertone in it. Entertained but still frightened underneath.

With the hefty 100mm canon swiveling about to face the targets Napalm chimed in.

"Napalm Poet is go. Eyeing up." The cackling voice of Kellin spoke up. 

"Rounds!" She called out to her loader and with swift action readied her feeding rack dispensing into the receiver. 

Her eyes set on the bigger targets. Her visor lens focusing about with its interface connected with the top aiming camera following her head movements accurately. And one she found in particular. 

"Big one. Heavy truck coming." She said, the one she's pointing out with its ugly fresh metal coating with grim and dirt covering its body with a loud exposed engine. A heavy turret blasting away on its missing container holder. The rounds pinging off of their thick hull. 

Following the leading trajectory guides aiming slightly up she squeezed on her trigger. 

This round shaking the entirety of the cart not even the walls could muffle the immensity of the round. Like lightning crackling close by. The round flew with immense velocity as the truck itself unable to react in time as it drove straight into its path the engine block ripped apart from its hold followed by an explosion sending the truck airborne and onto its side.

"Target down." 

a an old idea.  

Fucking hell... Grammar. I'm better then this lol

@@Techno Universal, 

I should kinda... remind that the world already did fall apart? *cough* Ever-End! *Cough* 

But I guess I'm open. I had a planning on some type of boarding/hostage bits (Shit spoilers)

I wouldn't call a terrorist attack a new concept more like a an old idea.     (yay modern terrorism)

But yes I'll consider it. 

"You won't be receiving mission orders on your phone. It's for me to personally summon your squad for private briefings. Mission details will not be disclosed outside the briefing room." He stated. 

The four looked about at each other a bit of dismay in each others expression. 

"I won't keep you here any longer now. You're dismissed. Report back to your quarters." he says. 

With that outta the way the squad rejoins with their original escorts returning into their transport vans returning across the runway and to the quarters. 

Definitely loving Warframe <3 The amazing combat flow feels good. This tremendous amount of momentum when your character glides about the place using powered melee attacks and slow motion glide with your ranged weapons. The grind can be tedious at times but its good cooperative experience.

All passengers we are now at alert phase. Please remain in your seats and enjoy the carnage. Watch your ticket fee and services go to work.

Okie! So... posting didnt happen. I want to apologize. 

I do hope I'm keeping your attention?

In any case. Prepare for mass carnage! Things are about to explode!

Everypony

Hiya guys! Just wanting to check up on you all. Doing a bit of a role call I suppose. 

I suspect my group is still around? Same with Randi's?

@@genessee, 

Hey there! Gen? Don't you have a shield on you or something?

@@genessee,@@Hazard Time,  

"This ain't your place girl! Better take your kid and go." The one of the top balcony shouted. 

Over to the right from a trashed bandit technical; a heavy buck from it emerged a tall armored horse. His yellow goggled visor eyeing at the two ponies before them- with overdramatic spikes and various gidgets hanging about on his armored body suit. This guy was obviously the badass. 

Fallskir peeked over the top of the junk he cautiously clambered on. Rifle in hoof he rested on the pile his scope eyed down on the little group before him. They could handle this; he was confident.  

Aligned perfectly with the large equine's head he held steady with his vladof rifle braced upon a solid metal block, perhaps an engine part. Squeezing the trigger he released a shot straight onto the Badass' helmeted forehead. With a hard hitting ping the equine staggered as his helmet flew off from its place. 

"Gun em down!" One of the accompanying bandits called out.

"Get to cover!" Their diamond dog called out to Bronze and Lance.  

@@Driz,@@genessee,  

With a sudden ring of the phone near his terminal he reached for it. 

"Coach master." He stated. 

There was a pause as the inaudible mumbling of the receiver continued.

"Yes sir." He stated. 

"No sir. I have it under control." He stated, was he refering to something? 

"Two sir. I have them now." He said making a gaze to the two of them.

"Detain? No. I'll handle it myself. No need Patrinko." He added, was he talking directly to the security head!? He figured out so fast? Then again.. it is a train. 

"Roger that." He ended as he hung up the phone. Sitting up right into his chair he looked directly at the two .

"I've been an employee of Celestial Junctions since the beginning. All rail operators given the option considering its sudden emergence and not enough time to properly search for employees. They had to group the most experienced." He stated. 

"Now. I want to tell you something. A practical good reason why we have these arbitrary rules. Two years ago. Queen class carrier Robertson Albertio- if you're an art major he's some.. famous actor/painter whatever. That's just the name of the train- anywho! So this was right around the time traveling had become more or less in a decrease. Not many ponies traveling between places for obvious reasons. " He said. 

"So two years- Coach master Mathis is being lenient. Economy passengers coming and going about throughout the Business class. Business class doing the same going into the empty royalty class. " He says. 

"Now I don't know to much in between but from what report I read during such... A riot broke." 

A riot? On a bloody train? Sounds... unthinkable? 

"Business class was consistently complaining. Everypony arguing about the cubicle seating and who go their turns. Ponies congregating- all just thinking they could go about their own ordeals. All because Mathis gave the impression that it was open due to a lack of space. And just as the passengers were being told to get in line they began to be disobedient." He continued. 

"So- with the security marshal unable to control them. The train's security personnel were tasked to dealing with them. " He stated, reaching into his desk drawer and retrieving a file he pulled out a small photograph showing them of a passenger cart- the windows gapping with furious flames and ponies scrambling from any possible exit to flee.

It looked like something straight from a news reel.

"So. Mathis was fired. Seven security personnel were severally injured and two passengers died." He added, as an icing to this awful mess.

"Since then- CJTS has been implementing these harsh regulations. It's for everyponies safety. And I get why you may be wanting in. Comfy, extra meal a more classy environment. And I would be perfectly fine with it. This is the smallest amount of passengers we have ever had on our trips. But if I don't start implementing these rule- I get fired. We all get fired or penalized." He speaks his tone becoming now more so in a soft spoken, as though asking for some type of understanding. Empathy.

"I mean we already served you a complimentary breakfast." He said, referring back to the food issue. 

With a slight pause setting in he sighed. 

"So. With that done... I'm letting you go. As in back to your seats." He said. A sudden rush of relief escaping with the rather generous slap on the hoof. 

"DO NOT- go back in the business class seating. It's all I ask. Unless instructed by us or security." He added. 

"Okay?.... You may go." He said relinquishing them of their captivity. 

I'll post within the day. I apologize I've been a bit of a tranistion elsewhere.

Somby is most handsome stallion.. Yes, quite~

@@Driz, 

@@genessee

"Both of you. To my office." Hoofington commanded with his sterness still present. Pointing in the general direction. With little interest in concerning who was in the cooperative manner or not. They both violated a rule.

Escorting the two he lead them towards the small connector hall of the business class and to the metallic door, a rectangular glass door noted at its center with the bold words Coach Master Hoofington etched into the wall sign. Entering in the two are greeted to a rather spacious office. With carpeted flooring manning most of the interior with wood panel under the desk area. The wall coloring similar to the outside wall: A simple beige color matching the passenger cart color outside- minus the armored metallic appearance.

Upon the walls they noted to the dozen of pictures. Some of perhaps family considering the noteably younger stallion that has taken them captive under authority. And about on his desk with three seperate photos. One of the coach master about with a train operator. The model behind them an outdated steam variant paraded about in its overt color scheme and happy scenery. Obviously taken in a more.. .peaceful time. The other two- one being of this current train shows a stark transition from the teeth grinning smile of the yesterdays.

Now turned into a serious, gruff... and strict coach master. Who would do his best to uphold his rules and policy.

Taking seat at his desk he urged them to sit down... at their choice of course. On his desk his blocky terminal gave a soft hum as it came to life.    

@@Derplight Sperkle, 

Thank you. I'll do my best to keep things running.

@@Mentis Soliloquy

Fancy whispered over to Quill, a slight sense of delight in his tone.

"Quite the fiasco we have brewing. Like a television show." He spoke with slight gitty in his tone as they watch the scene unfold before them, with the returning stallion giving open admittance it seemed to the whole shbang.

@@Stripes

With Ophelia taking her leave to retrieve breakfast he turned next to the zebra.

Switching seats, taking the seat ahead of him he plopped down and twisted to look back to him. Careful with any sudden moves as he didn't want to spook him.

"Hey there son." Eugene spoke, a bit of a fatherly itereation escaping him.

"Enjoying the ride so far?" He openly asked him.

A small $3.00 Mocha frappe from a Speedway convenience store. English muffin goes quite nicely too. Yes, quite.

@FancyHorse

Hope you have not forgotten about little old me?

I could never forget you. I only get mildly distracted is all.. hehe.

Are you upset?

Well I was thinking that the reactor has some sort of potentially deadly issue that emerges like a rapid uncontrollable pressure increase problem or something that could potentially cause it to self-destruct and Techno ends up being the first to notice it and attempt to alert the staff about it. It's a potential concept for the future of the RP.

I'll keep that in mind. I'll plan on adding this perhaps during a mid or later phase in the play. How does that sound?

@@Hazard Time, 

"Eugene Merryweather." He spoke, his family name spoken with a rather assertive tone. Sounds very... militaristic?

"I'm upwards heading back to Manecouver for a family visit. Haybale is my place of work. I'm with the office logistics management with Equestrian Strategies. One of those- big fancy security firms." He said, giving insight to what his plans are. 

In reality of course, twas his cover story. Its not an entire lie. He was formerly employed with EqueStrat. But now to a similar type of work.

Actually it was just like his last job. 

"I don't know if you heard ma'am the staff have served a complimentary breakfast. its right next to the coffee they served." He pointed out.

@@Hazard Time, 

Taking a seat ahead of her, the unicorn turned about looking over to continue their conversation. 

"Heading west wards? Or taking a stop in between?" He asked just trying to strike up conversation as best he could .

Eugene perhaps had to cut loose a bit, show to the security he wasn't no bum or what not. Washed? Perhaps getting there. But he could still hold a pistol finely as well as he could a coversation. Part of his job as the passenger Marshall. He'll pester around with sufficient acquaintance he supposed.