private Fallout: End of the Road

[Suitaloo 743]

Malt followed Star. "As a former resident of Neighton, unless they had prospectors with them, there wouldn't be much point in them staying. There's a reason I'm a former resident, you know." He quipped. "That being said, if prospectors haven't already gotten here yet, we may be able to find some supplies in the general store, assuming the raiders didn't ransack it."

[nx9100 1,013]

Watching the smoke rise, Quick Strike frowned.  He shuffled Re's body to the ground next to him, and slung out his rifle, checking to make sure it was loaded.  "Star," he called after him, "Y'all check it out."  He jerked a hoof back at Re and Soprano.  "I'll stay here with'n these two."  Laying down on the ground, he moved the rifle in front of him, using a rock to prop it up, and sighted down the barrel.  "Don't worry," he called out, "I've got ya covered!"

[MisterRe 21]

"Goddammit!" Mister Re's peace was interrupted by gravity. Though he wasn't sleep, the sudden impact of ground provided with enough consciousness to become alert. He got up and brushed the dirt from his mane and saw the blaze.

 

"What happened? Who got the sudden urge to burn everything?"

[Suitaloo 743]

"A band of raiders. Don't know who they are, don't really care to know. I just know that if I see them around, well I won't attack them, but they might wind up sick some time later. Poisoned by something in their drinks or food." Malt said. "They certainly won't know what hit them, that's for sure."

[Stone Cold Applejack 381]

I ran until I saw the caravan. Instead of feeling relief I was feeled with rage. "Goddamnit!" The whole caravan was dead. Every single one of em. "Who did this!...I'll find you and when I do I'll cut from hoof to jaw and slit your throat you MOTHER FUCKERS!!!" I dropped down. I held my head with my hooves. "We were so close. So damn close." Out of the corner of my eye I saw a blue and green stallion run out from a building. "Hey you!" I yelled at him. He began to run. "Stop! Son of a bitch. Guys we got a runner!!!" I yelled to the group before taking out my Ka-Bar knife and chasing the stallion.

[Suitaloo 743]

"Fuck!" Malt yelled. "Strike! Go for the legs!" He shouted, pulling out his pistol. It was more for the threat than anything, though, as he wouldn't be able to shoot him at all at this distance. Malt chased after the fleeing pony, following closely behind Star, hoping he wouldn't drop the knife. That wouldn't be a very good situation.

[MisterRe 21]

Five shots with P.A.T.S and the colt was downed. "Got him. Let's get'em." The stallion was crawling to his escape. "Nope, Nope, Nope." Mister Re was the first one the reach the runner.

 

"I want him alive. Star, don't." Mister Re held Star gaze back. "Time for some interrogation."

[Stone Cold Applejack 381]

I broke free from Re and kicked the stallion in the face. "Gonna see what you know." I kicked him the ribs. I picked him up and took him into a building. I found some rope and tied the stallion up. "The Zuluian tribe once had many tactics for torture. Many of them outlawed do to their nature. Lets hope they don't kill you." I struck the pony and turned to the group. "Search this building for any water jugs, water, cloth, matches, oil or gasoline, wooden sticks, anything you deem as torture worthy. Were gonna get some answers from you buddy." The stallion spit at my me. I took out my Ka-Bar knife. I grabbed the stallions left hoof and stabbed the knife into the hoof. I drove it in then twisted it out. "Get that stuff. Only if its in this building. Don't go outside there may be more and if they see you. You'll be shot. I repeat stay in this building. Now go get that stuff. Now!"

[MisterRe 21]

"Uncivilized...  your terms of torture. You know interrogation is more psychological rather than physical. Star, I'm going to need you to calm down." Re propped up the stallion and pressed Gazer away. "I'm going to put you in the corner. And when I'm done talking my monochrome maniac over here. The real torture will begin.

 

Re helped the blue-green fellow to the corner, of which had nothing to be used as a weapon of some sort. Then he spoke to Star. "Anger doesn't solve anything. Your kind of torture is the best way to get a lie out of some pony. My way is oh so much better."

 

-Stable 033 Vault Suit removed.

- 2 Empty tin cans removed

 

Re clumped his tattered vault suit into a phallic gag and soaked in irradiated water from a nearby sink.He filled two tin cans with more irradiated water. Mister Re then forced the cloth down the throat of the pony all the while holding him down with his weight.

 

"You will not talk nor breathe properly until you have promised to talk, and tell me everything I want to know." The cotton device suppressed his tongue and teeth. For the victim, it was hard to breath, even from the nose. Mister Re created a perpetual state of dry heaving by pressing the torture device against his gag reflex and letting the vomit unto the floor. The residual vomit was used as a gooey bed. "You blink once for yes. Two for no. Understand?"

 

The pony blinked once. "Good. I will asked this 100 times and you will answer 100 times."

 

"Are you going to tell the truth?" He blinked once. Re squeezed the cloth and forced the colt to swallow the water. "Are you going to tell truth?" He blinked once again. "Are you going to tell the truth?"...

 

 

The cycle continued one hundred times over; The mental conditioning lasted for fifteen minutes. 15 minutes of painful but not lethal asphyxiation, 15 minutes of dry heaving, 15 minutes of writhing around in bodily guilds (sweat, tears and blood included) and lastly 15 minutes of 'Are you going to tell the truth?'.

 

The blue and green pony was broken. His eyes were changed to a submissive foal. He was shaking and in fetal position in the corner. There was a puddle of his fluids standing between him and his captors.

 

"He's all yours Star. Just don't ask him 'Are you going to tell the truth?' because he might just go coo-coo after one more." Re had smile ridden with guilt, morality wasn't his strong suit but guilt wasn't either.

[nx9100 1,013]

"Guys we got a runner!!!"

Quick Strike whipped around, trying to spot his target.  Then he saw it: a blue and green pony trying to escape.  

"Strike! Go for the legs!"

"I'm on 'em!" he replied, sighting down the rifle's sights.  "Scratch one varmit!"  He pulled the trigger, only for the rifle to jam.  "SLAG!" he yelled, pulling back on the bolt in an effort to clear the jam.  The round finally popped free, and he pushed the bolt back in.  "Second time's the charm!"  Again, he sighted the target, pulled the trigger...

...and again, nothing.  "What in Tarnation!"  Pulling the bolt back yet again, he struggled to clear the round, but not before he heard five shots ring out.  Turning fast, he saw that Mister Re had fired, bringing down the runner.  "Heh, Heh!  That works!" he said, slinging the rifle over his shoulder, and running over to join the others, followed them into the building.  Taking a moment to watch Star and Re do their work, he moved over to a crate and set his rifle down on it.  "Damn thing," he muttered, "why won't ya fire?"  He got to work on the rifle...

[Suitaloo 743]

Malt stayed in the corner of the room. Pulling Re aside in to another room of the same building. "Was that really necessary? I probably could have gotten him to talk without violence. I know how ponies tick like that. You don't work in a profession like a bar tender without picking up a few tricks to get information out of ponies peacefully you know, even if it is with alcohol." He whispered.

[MisterRe 21]

"I wanted to try something... and I tried it." Mister Re stared right into and right through Malt. "Though it doesn't look like I regret it now, I know I'll regret it later. Malt you should know how many years of nothing I've been through. I've learned a lot, thought a lot as well but that's no use when you've experience nothing." Re brought up his pip buck and scrolled down the thousands of notes he'd written down on it. He picked one out of the many as if by instinct.

 

Titled 0721, It wrote:

 

The walls bend at will into the remaining space I have. It breathes in and out as if it were about to collapse like a coarse lung. The lights flicker as each contraction and expansion and I see it in my room. The walls get smaller every day. The ponies don't know how it operates, the living thing called Stable 033. It'll crush me soon. AND NO ONE WILL CARE! I have no family, no true friends, no cutie mark. I have to get out of here. I have to rid of the Overmare.

 

"This is a sample of my insanity. And what you see on my flank is not a cutie mark. It is mere marker and it is fading." Re walked away from Malt and scavenged some supplies from the basement. ~Search basement~

Edited September 16, 2014 by MisterRe

[Suitaloo 743]

"Well... Shit..." Malt said. "I had no idea. You may want to try to find some kind of mattress and get some sleep while we're here. Although, if we do end up having to interrogate somepony else, let me handle it next time, you won't have to ruin your clothes when you do it."

[nx9100 1,013]

"Finally!" exclaimed Quick Strike, as his looked up from the newly, re-assembled rifle.  "Should be back to normal now!  Heh Heh!"  Grabbing the weapon, he slung it back over his back, and started wandering around the building.  Heck, he thought, might as well look 'round a bit.  Moving over to a section the others hadn't check out yet, he found another crate, this one intact.  Using his rifle as a lever, he pulled the side of the crate off, and reached inside...

 

-search crate-

[MisterRe 21]

"I want to a mini gun. Screw his old revolver." Re suppressed his guilt to a subtle tears, two streams ran down his face. His face more than apathetic, almost omniscient except for the tears that ran down face. The WG meter on his Pip-buck was 60, it was always sixty. His S.P.E.C.I.A.L was incorrectly marked with all 10's, a reminder of his parents. 

 

"You're perfect! No one can ever deny that! That's why regardless of any status effects, you're going to be 10 out 10." He said to himself sardonically in reminiscence to his parents.

[Suitaloo 743]

Malt put a hoof on Re's shoulder. "It's alright friend. I think you need some time to rest. You didn't sleep at all last night, and the closest you got to sleep was falling unconscious and being carried by Strike. We might be able to find some food around, I can cook us up something good and filling so we can continue on our journey. And if you ever need somepony to talk to, I'm all ears."

[MisterRe 21]

"I'd thank you but it wouldn't be sincere. I can't feel anything right now but sorrow... so I won't feel anything."  Mister Re had washed his Stable 033 suit but it wasn't dry. There was a vomit stains all over it but the smell stayed after. "I think I need to leave this behind. I think I'm going to need some alone time." 

 

Re found an empty room and closed the door where he slept.

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Soprano hid outside of the building, studying his Teeline. It might come in handy for dictation. As he wrote down some practice sentences, he heard 2 ponies talking to each other fairly slowly. 'Finally, some dictation practice!' he thought, transcribing the conversation.

[Suitaloo 743]

Malt rolled his eyes and went back in to the main room where the prisoner and Star were still conversing. "Get anything useful out of him yet, mate?" Malt asked, looking through the nearby containers, searching for anything useful. Particularly any kind of ingredients he could scrounge together in to sustenance.

[Stone Cold Applejack 381]

QUICK STRIKE'S SHIT:

A marble

5 bottles of booze

Broken 2x4

Gecko hide blanket

Hammer without its head

Mexican poncho

 

"No nothing." I responsed to Malt. "Hey where do you come from?" I asked. I slapped him. "Where do you come from?" I asked angrily. "Gold Star Cave Gang." he responsed. "Oh those assholes huh." The Gold Stars had waged a war with a Zuluian allied pony tribe known as the Tyubs. "Heard your-" I paused to slap the pony. "Gang stole some mares up there." I slapped him again. "Words can't describe what they looked like when we found him." I turned around on one front hoof and kicked the stallion in the chin with my right back hoof. "Yeah everyone get in here! He's leakin information!"

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Soprano, who was just kicked in the chin, yelled, "What the hell man! I was just practicing my short hoof!" Soprano said, running away, leaving the sheet behind. (OOC: These are the actual transcript I wrote: http://imgur.com/ilnGMu0 http://imgur.com/wrLKAnB. The last one has a cipher I made if you want to read it. It's the last 2 posts in teeline.)

Edited September 23, 2014 by SopranoAurora

[nx9100 1,013]

Take:

1 Gecko hide blanket

5 bottles of booze

 

After stuffing the blanket into his saddlebag, Quick Strike popped open one of the bottles of booze he had found.  Taking a swig, he wiped his mouth with a hoof.  "Damn, that ain't half bad," he said, before taking another gulp.  "That's one way to start off the morning, heh heh!"  Then, hearing Star Gaze's shout, he bagged up the other four bottles, and moved to rejoin the others.  He approached Gaze, who was standing before their prisoner.  "So, we got us a new target yet?" he asked...

[deletedaccount2 203]

Soprano was confused and frightened. He had no idea why he was attacked so suddenly for simply dictating a conversation in Teeline.

 

After running for a bit, Soprano decided to wait about a kilometre or two away from the others for a little bit, before going back to get his things (after about 2 minutes). He saw the others as a group, before grabbing his things and running more. "HERNNEHO NANYTDVA VEOHBOVE AEWERFRE YHAOFYMB CEOOPNEO UAAORUTD" he scribbled on a note, throwing it at Quick Strike before running inside of the building again, hiding in the basement. He had finally snapped. He was aggressive, and ready to shoot any pony who gets in his way. (OOC: It's a transposition, saying: "HAVE YOU EVER HEARD OF AN ANTHRO PONY BEFORE NOW YOU HAVE MET ONE")

[Suitaloo 743]

"He ain't only leaking information, but blood as well. If you're going to beat him for information, at least make sure it's within an inch of his life. Don't kill him for it." Malt said. "You don't gain anything by killing him, and my offer still stands at getting information from him peacefully, even if you've already done a number on him already." He continued, cracking open the nearby sunset sarsaparilla vending machine to see if there were any drinks in there still.

[MisterRe 21]

Mister Re waited. "I hear a ruckus but I don't want to speak to anyone right now. It'll be gone. When everything is settled. I'll be waiting." He said in the silence of an empty room. Hearing voices underneath and sounds that he wanted to ignore. This was too much for now. Too much