open Fallout Equestria: Endeavor

[Chip Circuit 1,842]

Chips eyes widened at the question his face could be seen turning crimson red through his fur, as he looked to the ground. "why would you ask that? I mean sure she's nice and smart... she's also good in a fight," He said with a smile Appearing on his face.

 

He looked up and saw Crackshot looking at him with a smirk which made him nervous again. "you know what it's boring out here." He said as he used his magic to snatch Crackshot's shotgun, galloping back around the house toward the shed.

 

Chip reached the shed setting the shotgun on the workbench.

[Midnight_Aurora 571]

Dashia listened a bit to the conversation out side and just from the look of embarrassment on Chip's face from before she busted out laughing. "Always works, no matter who i use that on. The look on his face was priceless." She quickly calmed herself as Chip was asked if he had a thing for her. She listened and thought, 'Oh! He does....I can't tease him any more unless I can get him to roll in the hay with me. I wonder...'

 

Dashia rolls over and finds that her wings went a little stiff listening. It took her a moment to get herself back in check before she steps out side...

Edited April 14, 2015 by Midnight_Aurora

[Unicorncob 5,681]

Crackshot's grin only seemed to grow as Chip flushed even redder and stammered an answer.

 

However, the smirk dropped automatically as the unicorn grabbed his shotgun and ran off with it.

"What the f- HEY!" He snarled, sprinting off after him.

 

He reached the shed, and saw Chip had placed Persuasion on the workbench. His eyes slitted as Reason appeared in his magic.

"You better think about what you're doing." He warned. Friend or not, you do not mess with his gear.

[Chip Circuit 1,842]

Chip saw the gun enveloped in Crackshot's magic and he looked back to see Crackshot very angry with him. "Sorry, working on guns is how I calm down. I was only going to improve it... My weapons aren't complex enough to really distract me." He admitted looking back at the workbench. "Again sorry I just sort of panicked, this is the first time I've any attraction to some pony. So it's just a bit scary and nerve racking."

[Unicorncob 5,681]

Crackshot paused and allowed Chip to explain himself, and as he listened his anger began to subside. It was true, back at Ponyville he constantly took this one gun apart and back together to calm himself.

 

He returned the lead pipe to his back. "Ask next time."

 

The last part caught his attention, and he straightened back up, the smirk returning in the dark. "So you do like her."

[Chip Circuit 1,842]

Chip's face reddened again as Crackshot pried at him agaiN and now Chip was boxed in with no escape. "Did I say that?" He said realizing Crackshot wouldn't buy it and he looked back at the ground. "I guess, I mean it's first time I've met a mare that knew the difference between an acetylene torch and a vise grip." Chip said looking back at the work bench.

 

"You probably think i'm joking about that, I mean at least half those idiot mares in ponyville can point out a vise grip... the other half not so much." He said with a little smirk.

[Midnight_Aurora 571]

As Ctackshot said his words, Dashia walks in and says, "Who's the lucky mare? Also Chip, can you remove the barrel from this Anti-material Rifle for me? I don't have the tools on me to do it. The Rifle itself is beyond repair but the barrel is still good. The barrel fits for the blueprints. So is most of its parts. The holding chamber is the problem."

 

She holds out the broken rifle for Chip to take.

Edited April 14, 2015 by Midnight_Aurora

[Unicorncob 5,681]

Crackshot nodded, understanding where Chip was coming from. It was difficult to find a partner you could really relate to in the Wasteland.

He knew that for a fact.

 

He perked up and noticed the mare in question walk in and ask him to look at a rifle.

"I'll go see if the fire has died down any," he informed them, smirk disappearing as he exited the door.

 

That should give those two a little quality time.

[Chip Circuit 1,842]

Chip freaked out a bit at the appearance of Dashia "Oh, no pony just Crackshot keeps grilling me over somepony I looked at." He said glancing over to Crackshot, mouthing at him without saying anything 'keep quiet'

 

He looked back toward Dashia trying to calm himself. "sure I'll pull it apart," he said taking the rifle from Dashia quickly turning around to hide his face.

 

He begun pulling the damaged rifle apart. He noticed Crackshot leaving the shed "damn it crackshot, don't leave I don't know what to.do." He thought to himself.

Edited April 14, 2015 by Chip Circuit

[Scribblegroove 565]

His heavy hoofsteps made thumping noises as he treaded through the wasteland in the dark. Bighorners weren't quick to make a run for it, even if something large was approaching. The animals were far too proud to be weary of predators stronger than them, and that had always been their downfall. Bighorner meat had always been one of Greshkens favourites. There were plenty of them everywhere in the wastes, and they always yielded lots of food. The horns made great toothpicks as well.

 

But peering through the night, he was also looking for something else. Something quite valuable. Years and years of surviving in the harsh environments of the swamps and deserts, he had learned of the protective properties of Gecko hide. They could be used to make very powerful armours, and provided resistance against all sorts of dangers. All he had to do was find a few of the ugly critters, and he'd be able to craft his current armour into a more powerful, gecko-backed one.

 

As he was scavenging for wood he'd need for fire, he realised there was already a fire burning back at the barn. Of course, the virus was right in there, and he wasn't too sure how safe it was to cook food over it. So he kept on collecting branches, breaking them off a lonely dead tree. He also grabbed as much white horsenettle as he could find. Those little flowers made a very potent poison that could cause nausea and hallucinations. They were also one of the requsites for tanning gecko hide, so he was glad he could collect a few of the flowers to use later.

 

It didn't take him very long to find a bighorner, resting in a crevice between a few rocks. Usually, bighorners travelled in packs, so he made sure no other animal would notice him and proceed to charge at him as he was making his move. With a quick swing of his hammer he knocked in the creatures skull, instantly killing it. He did so with every bighorner around, collecting a hefty bounty, 8 pieces of bighorner meat. Hunting these creatures wasn't very exciting when they were asleep, and Greshken was quite dissapointed that not one of them put up a fight. Then again, he was glad he didn't have to go through the trouble of fighting one.

 

As he was walking away, he retrieved the firewoord that he had put away on his path back to the barn. He then turned around, crouched down and waited for a moment. His instinct told him that these bighorner carcasses would attract the nocturnal gecko's around the area. After all, they tended to scavenge the remains of other animals prey instead of hunting themselves. It took a while, but eventually he heard the reminiscent hissing of the annoying little culprits. Unlike bighorners, they tended to run away from him, and they were very hard to catch up. Therefore he had to be sneaky, and make sure he wasn't noticed until he was too close.

 

Distracted, the geckos didn't turn around from the bighorner corpse to see him. They were far too busy claiming as much of the remaining meet for themselves. Three of the little ones were already in his range, so he decided to act efficiently. With a sideways swing of his hammer, he knocked out and killed two of the Geckos, and knocked the other one out by kicking him as hard as he could. Immediately he leaped forward to strike one of the bigger ones with his hammer. This one took more than one hit, but he seemed dazed by his force. A second to the belly ended the poor creatures struggle. One more fell to his hammer, but after that all the geckos had ran away, and he knew he wouldn't be able to catch up with them.

 

"Five hides..." He grunted. Two of them gold, one red and one green. It would be more than sufficient for his new armour. He used a small knife to skin them, and after the bloody work was done he left the dead Geckos around the bighorner, leaving quite a strange monument to the other wildlife in the area. A hunter was around...

 

He returned to the barn he dropped the wood outside. Going inside, he noticed everypony was gone, but he heard voices coming from outside. Thankfully, they were still around. He went upstairs to see if he could find a few bottles of turpentine. They would halp making a fire a lot easier. The previous occupiers of this building were quite fond of burning things. Usually live victims, covered in flammable liquids. He had seen it with his own eyes. So there should be some of the stuff lying around somewhere.

 

It didn't take him long to find what he was looking for, and coming back outside, he set up the wood for a proper fire, and lighted it using a bit of hay he found in the barn. In minutes, the fire was already quite strong, but when he poured one of the several bottles of turpentine he found on it, it started blazing like a proper pyre. He used the edges of the fire to cook the bighorner meat, but the core of it, which was extremely hot at this point, had a different purpose. He proceeded to dry the hides over the fire, one by one, casually seated next to it, enjoying it's warmth on this cold night. He would have time to sleep later, but he didn't feel like it now. Softly, he began humming a tune. For a giant, muscly and wild minotaur, he seemed quite peaceful in front of the flames.

[Unicorncob 5,681]

Crackshot smirked to himself as he heard the ponies talk in the shed, and he went around the farmhouse, planning to indeed see how the barn was burning.

 

He spotted another fire; not the huge blazing barn, but more like a large beacon or bonfire. Curious, he walked over to inspect it, cursing to himself as he'd forgotten to retrieve Persuasion from Chip, so he went with Reason instead. If one failed, there was always the other.

 

He circled around the fire, spotting the huge Greshken sitting casually as he roasted some huge catches over the blaze.

"Thought you took off," he began, returning the lead pipe to his back once he'd decided there was no threat. Yet, at least.

[Midnight_Aurora 571]

Dashia smiles as he begins his work and asks, "It almost sounded like yall were talking about me. To be honest with you I wouldn't mind if yall were. I never found one who i could call anything other then either an enemy or acquaintance. You and the others are the first I could call Partners and friends."

Edited April 14, 2015 by Midnight_Aurora

[Chip Circuit 1,842]

Chip glanced to hus side and realized Crackshot left his shotgun with him. as Chip heard Dashia asking him if they were talking about her his face started getting red again "we were... more so about walking in on you in that pose." He said trying to stay focused on the gun.

 

"Glad to hear you consider us friends, honestly my dad was my only actual friend so I know how you feel when you find friends in this group." He admitted as the he had the rifle pulled apart.

 

He took the barrel in his magic and brought it over to Dashia. "There's the barrel you needed," he said only glancing back so she wouldn't see his red face.

[Scribblegroove 565]

"I did." Greshken answered to Crackshot. "And I returned." He continued. Turning over a few of the steaks, making sure they didn't burn, he looked Crackshot. "With food. You ponies seemed hungry, so I reckoned I'd bring you some." He added. He noticed the mistrust in the stallions voice. It was mutual. "Come sit with me. The fire is warm and the meat is plenty."

[Unicorncob 5,681]

Crackshot listened to the minotaur's words, and glanced over to the meat cooking over the fire. It did certainly look good, and it had been a while since he last ate. And it'd go great with that bottle of whiskey from the bar before.

 

He took a seat next to Greshken, and cracked open the bottle in question to take a hearty swig.

 

Sighing and wiping his mouth, he hovered the bottle to the minotaur to offer him a drink.

"So, what's your story?" He asked, out of intrigue, "Minotaurs aren't really local to these parts."

[Midnight_Aurora 571]

She smiles warmly at him, "So I take it you are embarrassed seeing me that way. Lucky for you I am not in such a mood to have had my wings on display. If I had you would have probably been blushing harder. I apologize for teasing you. It happens when I get tipsy. It takes me getting completely drunk and being in the right mood to have wanted to go farther."

 

She claims the barrel and packs it away. She steps over to him and gives him a peck on his cheek saying, "If it helps, I like you too."

 

She turns and walks out to see Greshken and Crackshot near a fire. The smell of meat sours her stomach. She ignores it and goes over. "Smells like the hunt was good for you."

[Chip Circuit 1,842]

Chip listened to Dashia apologize jokingly about the state he saw her in "it's fine, just I chose the wrong time to walk inside." He said when suddenly he felt what felt like lips peck his cheek.

 

He froze as his heart dropped in his chest, his face becoming even more brilliant red. When he heard Dashia admit she liked him too. Chip couldn't form any words to say anything, he only remained frozen.

 

Dashia left the shed and Chip finally exhaled followed by a deep inhale. He tried catching his breath as he was embarrassed and astonished over what had happened.

 

Chip rubbed his face with his hooves looking down at the disassembled rifle and turned his attention back to the shotgun beginning to pull it apart.

[Scribblegroove 565]

@@Unicorncob

@@Midnight_Aurora 

 

Greshken sat back as he started rubbing the white horsenettle petals between his fingers. It stung slightly, but he didn't mind. After it had been grinded to a reasonably fine powder, he started rubbing it into the dried gecko hides, along with a little turpentine to wetten in again. He spoke as he was working. "My history is a long one, with many black and red pages. It is also a story I share with only my closest of friends." He said without looking up from the hide he was working with. "But if it truly matters to you, I've been a slave for the last couple of years... Until you liberated me." With that, he looked up at Dashia, who had approached as well. He was far from perceptive, and he lacked a good amount of empathy (Perception: 4, Charisma: 3), so he failed to notice that she wasn't happy with the meat at all.

 

"Have you come to feast on the spoils of my hunt as well? You are welcome to, I have gathered more than enough for all of us." He said to her, inviting her to come sit with them by the fire. He had finished rubbing the horsenettle into the different colored hides, and soaked them in more turpentine. They would heat up quite badly. Carefully, making sure not to spoil the meat he had been so carefully preparing, he tossed the hides into the heart of the flames. There, they shrunk and crumpled, but they didn't wither or burn.

 

The smell of burning fuel wasn't too pleasant, but he hoped his companions could ignore it. His hands were awfully dirty, but he didn't seem to mind. He was offered a drink, which he gladly accepted. He grabbed the bottle out of the air and put it to his mouth. He swallowed once. The bottle had lost half it's contents. He grinned at Crackshot. "Good stuff. Have you got anything stronger? I'd like to be drunk right now... It helps me sleep." His voice was a little bit more bright now. Before he had always been grunting a little, but his voice had raised a few notes because of the drink.

Edited April 14, 2015 by Scribblegroove

[Unicorncob 5,681]

Crackshot nodded as he listened to the minotaur's story, as short as it was.

He couldn't help but notice he and Greshken shared a few things; a past they want to leave behind, a mutual mistrust of anypony else, and an alcohol dependency.

 

He glanced up at Dashia, seeing her nose turn up from the smell of meat, though he himself was happy to levitate a steak over and chew into it.

When he swallowed, he had to admit; this was damn good steak.

 

Setting it back on the grill for later, he levitated a can of beans from his saddlebag and rolled it toward Dashia. He grabbed his steak and bit into it again.

"Here, have this."

 

Upon Greshken's request for something stronger, he recalled the Applejack Daniel's he still had. He levitated it out and hovered it in the minotaur's face, wearing a face of slight irritation that half his sleeping medicine had been downed.

[Chip Circuit 1,842]

Chip soon had Crackshot's gun fully disassembled and laid it out on the work bench closely examining every piece. He always found working on guns to be relaxing and it was definitely helping him calm down.

 

He noticed the springs of the gun and the firing pins were worn down. He searched the shed finding a toolbox. Inside he found a mix of gears, cogs, springs and other miscellaneous parts.

 

Rummaging through the tool box Chip found some springs that would work for the shotgun but didn't find any pins.

 

Chip replaced the old springs setting to new ones on the bench. "what else can I do with this, it already has fresh grease from earlier. I don't have a replacement spread choke... I guess that's it for now." He muttered to himself as he reassembled the gun.

 

As the gun was finally put back together Chip left the shed able to.smell food in the distance. He walked toward the direction of the smell and could see most his other team members sitting around a fire.

 

As he approached he saw Dashia sitting there and he felt his face get warm, he didn't know how to approach this situation. He walked up with Crackshot's gun in hus magic passing it back to its owner. "All it really needed was a spring replacement," he said to Crackshot as he took a seat next to Dashia as his heart pounced in his chest. He glanced over at her "um, hey."

[Midnight_Aurora 571]

Dashia watched as they ate. She says, "I am not one to eat meat. I grew up where meat wasn't readily available. However my parents did teach me to keep an open mind about life. Don't knock something until you tried it. But later, thanks for the beans though." She took the can and with her saber in wings opened it. She then proceeds to down its contents, making sure not to cut herself. She then hooves the second bottle that Aile didn't want to Crackshot. "Aile wasn't much for it. So here ya go."

 

She then pulled out another bottle of her favorite cider and started to nurse it gaining the tipsy she had earlier before putting it away.

 

She had been thinking and says, "yall and the others are the first group I could actually think of as something more then just acquaintances. Also if we are sharing stories Then I should as well. How about it? Want to hear mine?"

 

The smell no longer bothered her And she was settled in on the opposite side. She waited to hear their response before continuing.

 

@Chip

when chip joined Dashia gained a small bearly noticable smile. She says to him, "hello, enjoy your work?" He can see she is nursing another bottle of cider.

Edited April 14, 2015 by Midnight_Aurora

[Unicorncob 5,681]

Crackshot looked up and noticed Chip approaching the fire, Persuasion hovering in his magical field. He inspected the shotgun closely once he retrieved it, hearing that the springs had been replaced.

"Thanks," he nodded, returning it to his back before returning to his steak.

 

He caught the bottle rolled to him with his hoof and nodded a thank-you to Dashia before cracking it open and taking a swig. Great stuff, this Applejack Daniels.

 

"We need to hear this 'plan' of his," he answered her, glancing up to Greshken, before returning his sights to her, "but we're not on a schedule, so go ahead."

[Chip Circuit 1,842]

Chip noticed that Dashia had her lips wrapped around another bottle of cider. He was worried that she may become as provocative as she was earlier with Allie. He smiled at her "Yes, I always enjoy working with weapons," he said looking past everyone and at the Minotaur. "Especially if I can make your turret cannon weapon... by the way I still never got your name, also alright if I grab a piece?" He asked gesturing his head toward the meat around the fire.

[Midnight_Aurora 571]

Dashia blushes a little at Chip's comment. His look asking an unasked question. She says, "I won't tease you Chip. I know when to care for another's feeling even though I would usually press the point." She taps her bottle.

 

She then look to Crackshot when he gave her the go ahead. "Well you already know about the designs I have. I have been trying to gather the parts to make it for a while now. About a month ago I came across a camp of unique individuals. They seemed to give me an odd look or two and offered to share their meal. Growing up in Cloudsdayle, I never was able to check if I actually liked meat and have been a vegitarian for as long as I could remember. However, I accepted what they offered and only found out their intentions when they went one by one down on me. They took me and didn't even ask to. I was smashed and they got me in the mood. So after that they left me and I went on my way. I hadn't had any luck sense on even making remotely any friends. That was until I came across yall. Chip peeked my interest the most. It is only recently I found out why..."

 

She went silent so as to not hurt Chip's feelings. But the dark memory of what happened made her start to cry.

 

She barried her mussle in her hooves and started to weep.

Edited April 14, 2015 by Midnight_Aurora

[Chip Circuit 1,842]

Chip listened to Dashia's story intently looking at her and at the meat on the edge of the fire. As he returned his gaze to her she had gone silent and was beginning to weep into her hooves.

 

Chip had no clue what to do so he looked at Crackshot "what do I do?" He mouthed to him without saying anything. He could see Crackshot gesturing at his foreleg suggesting Chip should put his foreleg on Dashia to.console her.

 

Hesitantly Chip followed the advice and wrapped his foreleg around Dashia's shoulders pat her shoulder.