open Fallout Equestria: Endeavor

[Midnight_Aurora 571]

Dashia says, "it not the fact of where I sleep. It is the fact I don't normally sleep well indoors. I usually sleep in the clouds but it didn't feel right to not be near the group. As long as near you, I will be fine. That is why I offered to share a bed with you. Nothing intiment about it." She pushes with a wing Chip back onto his recliner. Dashia snuggles closer and let's herself fall asleep.

[Chip Circuit 1,842]

Chip stands up again after being pushed back into the recliner. He looked down at her realizing she had already dozed off. "Well I still think a mare shouldn't have to sleep on the floor." He thought to himself as he used his magic to lift Dashia into the chair without waking her.

 

Once Dashia was in the chair he laid down on the floor tired from expending his magical energy to.lift a grown mare. He quickly fell asleep.

[Midnight_Aurora 571]

Dashia stirs. She finds finds herself in the chair with a sleeping Chip on the floor where she once was she sighs and says, in a low whisper, "I just wanted to be close. Why you have to be that way chip."

She returns to sleep a little heart broken but still a small smile creeps onto her face.

[Chip Circuit 1,842]

Chip awakes in the morning with a beam of sunlight finding its way across his face. He slowly stands up on all four hooves realizing he is still in the farmhouse, everyone still here and thankfully still alive.

 

Chip sneaks he way past all of the bottles on the floor stepping Greshken. He reached the door letting himself outside.

 

As he stood outside the morning sun greeting him, Chip took the opportunity to stretch his limbs "now where is Crackshot?" he wondered looking around.

[Unicorncob 5,681]

To keep himself from nodding off in the night, Crackshot had been taking periodic walks around the farmyard, patrolling the area border for any attacks. A mole rat and a few bloatsprites were the most action he saw through the night.

 

He took the sunrise as his shift being over, and began returning to the farmhouse. The barn was nothing but a smouldering black wreck now, with the tank still mostly intact. Chip would be pleased to hear that.

 

He returned to the house, noting the stallion in question wandering out from the door. He walked up to him.

"Was quiet all night," he reported, eyelids drooped ever so slightly. The night before had taken more out of him than he wanted to let on.

[Midnight_Aurora 571]

When chip made to move outside Dashia stirs. She watches him leave and already can feel her longing for him. She shakes her head clearing it. She is confused. She thinks, 'Last time infect this way was with mom and dad. Why do i feel it with him?'

 

She smiles as she remembers last night. She gets up and stretches. She then makes to follow. She approaches quietly so as not to startle him and whoever he is with.

Edited April 15, 2015 by Midnight_Aurora

[Chip Circuit 1,842]

Chip looked at Crackshot noticing his exhaustion from staying up all night. "If you needed rest you could of asked for a shift change," he jeered at him. "None the less go inside and rest, i'll watch over the farm house for now. Besides a sentry with a long range rifle is Better then one with a shotgun. "

 

Chip's eyes glanced over at the barn which was no longer burning, he really wanted to go inspect the tank but he should help out Crackshot first.

Edited April 15, 2015 by Chip Circuit

[Unicorncob 5,681]

Crackshot shook his head. "Didn't need one, I was fine all night."

 

Though he had to admit in his head, a rest didn't sound like a bad notion. He nodded. "Alright, let me know if anything happens."

As he passed Chip to enter the farmhouse, he stopped and glanced over his shoulder.

 

"Whatever you want from that tank, you can go and get it now," he informed him, "fire's all clear, but it smells like burnt shit over there."

 

He trudged inside, glancing at the awake Dashia before heading upstairs with heavy hoofsteps and collapsing in the first empty bed he found.

[Midnight_Aurora 571]

Dashia says, "Don't forget about the flier who has a Recharger Rifle. Not all enemies are vulnerable to physical weapons."

 

Dashia steps next to Chip as she speaks. She gives chip a look that means 'we need to talk'. She taps her rifle as well. She then moves aside to let Crackshot into the farmhouse.

[Chip Circuit 1,842]

Chip saw the look on Dashia's face, even he knew it didn't bode well for him. His ears drooped as he gestured his head to the side "well then shall we walk and talk then, so we can at least keep an eye on everything." He suggested lifting his hood ready to walk for when Dashia began walking.

[Midnight_Aurora 571]

Dashia starts walking away from the others. She says, "You know it hurt what you did last night. I wanted you safe. Yes I am a mare but i am a mare who likes you. Didn't the signs reach you? Remember last night. Tell me what you did wrong." She continues to patrol with him.

[Chip Circuit 1,842]

Chip lowered his head unsure of what he had done wrong and he looked up at Dashia "I honestly don't know, I mean sure I didn't accept your invitation upstairs but that was only.because you seemed unsure of the offer. So I thought it would be most respectful to let you have a room to yourself. As to Moving you into my seat last night I'd rather sleep on the floor covered in broken glass before I let a mare Sleep on the floor." He said still looking submissive.

 

"I did those things because I like you as well, so I'm sorry if I upset you. I.may not be the best at interpreting signs when it comes to this kind of relationship just because this is the first time I've been in a relationship." He admitted looking back down at the ground with his ears still pointed back.

Edited April 15, 2015 by Chip Circuit

[Midnight_Aurora 571]

Dashia smiles and suddenly pulls him into a kiss. A moment later she seperates from him and says, "Your forgiven. I wanted to make sure it wasn't a bad thing you did. I really just wanted to keep you safe. It was your spot and you gave it to me. How generous of you." She kisses him again.

[Scribblegroove 565]

Light. Blinding, burning light fell into the small slids between Greshken's eyelids. He grunted in pain. Something was most definitely wrong with his head. He remembered little of last night. He remembered the startling realisation that Drinking alcohol and taking Psycho was a very bad idea, and just about passing out right afterwards. He remembered the fire blazing high above him, growls and screams, strange jibbering and colourful lights everywhere. He remembered not being able to speak, move or even think clearly. Everything was a blur, and now that the effects of the alcohol were gone, only the side effects of the Psycho remained...

 

Slowly, he sat up, putting his hands to his head and grunting again. This time it was almost a beastly growl. [intelligence -2 because of Psycho addiction] His head was dull, and chaos reigned in his mind. Even seeing straight was a problem. All he could think of was releasing his mind from this numbing prison with another sweet dose of the envigorating drug. He got on his hooves, stumbled, almost crashed into the door post, and walked outside. He remembered the small concrete shed, probably a place for storage, where he had been held captive the day before. He might find more of his old Psycho there. Otherwise, his old equipment would be in the other barn... which had burned down together with the virus.

 

Stumbling, having trouble walking in a straight line because of a strange buzzing in his head that doubled his sight, he eventually reached the small building, or more walked into it. With his hands against the wall, he walked inside, and started with going through a small duffle bag. He almost moaned in relief when he found the familiar looking blue syringe in the leather satchel. Without a moment of hesitation he injected into his bloodstream. Immediately his head cleared the mist of chaos and flashes of colour, and his sight returned to normal. He gasped, and then grinned, feeling the strange, adrenaline inducing drug empower his body. But he quickly regained control of himself. He didn't want the others to notice his weakness. Hopefully they'd come across some fixer sometime soon, otherwise he'd be dull as a bone when he ran out of Psycho doses.

 

He returned to remained of the pyre of yesterday. Buried in the ashes were the gecko hides he had worked on yesterday. They seemed to be more tough than usual (side effect of the fire spirit). For some reason the fire had been more powerful than usual, because Gecko hides only became this strong when they were heated in very powerful forges. Retrieving them from the ashes, he tested how far they could bend. Not very far, which would make it difficult to work with them. But he would manage. He started to undo his armour, revealing the strange vault-suit underneath it. It did not bear a number on it's back, but instead had a yellow 0 with two horns sticking out of it as symbol. It looked like an official vault jumpsuit, but it was made for minotaurs like him.

 

He then sat down, his legs crossed, and began to attach the hides to the back, shoulders and bracers of the reïnforced metal armour, using bolts, screws and pieces of metal wire to keep them in place. It wasn't a very lengthy job, but it required a lot of force to bend the hides into shape. Luckily, Greshken had more than enough of that. It felt calming to work like this, alone for  a moment. He was still contemplating his doubts on joining this group in their endeavour to stop the strange, unknown virus. That was when he realised that he didn't fell asleep inside the house. They must've dragged him there... "These ponies do seem... compassionate. That is a first." He thought, staring at the tracks that his heavy body had left in the dirt as they had dragged him inside the building.

[Chip Circuit 1,842]

Chip up for second when Dashia kissed and before he could get a word out he received another kiss freezing him again.

 

His face felt warm as he blushed, his ears perked up and he turned to her. "Well I only did all those thinking of your best interest... Plus sleeping on the floor there was a risk of a 2 ton minotaur stepping on somepony when he woke up." He said with a slight chuckle.

[Midnight_Aurora 571]

Dashia grins and says, "Your the first coltfriend I ever had. So please be gentle with me."

 

Dashia continued with their rounds in silence. She stayed close but not to close as to make him uncomfortable.

 

When they got back she saw the minatuar working on something. She recognized the suit imidietly. "A stable suit..." There was definitely more to his story then he told. She let it slid. She walks over and asks, "want me to look at anything for you? Being an engineer by purpose as it's advantage." She waits for his response.

[Chip Circuit 1,842]

As Chip and Dashia continued their rounds he heard Dashia call him her coltfriend, his heart pounded in his chest as he continued walking with her in silence. "Her first coltfriend, i find that kind of surprising but rather welcoming." he thought to himself.

 

The two approached Greshken who was holding a stable suit when Dashia found her interest peaked with the suit. Dashia offered her help with the suit so Chip decided he'd help as well by starting work on the tank. "I'm going to start work on that tank, make sure no one comes near until I have the virus containment unit removed." He said as his cheeks turned red contemplating his next action.

 

He quickly leaned in and gave Dashia a quick kiss, he backed off as quickly as he approached. He glanced at the ground and back at Dashia, he then galloped off toward the shed to gather tools he'd need. 

 

Chip reached the shed grabbing the cutting torch as well as a few different tools that were left in the shed. He then galloped over to the barn sliding on the oxygen mask with his magic and turning on the oxygen supply. As he reached the barn he set the torch and his tools down and climbed up on the tank.

[Midnight_Aurora 571]

Dashia smiles and accepts his kiss. She continues to wait for The Minatuar to respond. She watches longingly as Chip heads off. She gives a smirk and thinks, 'He will be a good colt for me. Mom was the same way when she first meet dad. I am going to love this.'

[Unicorncob 5,681]

Crackshot slowly regained consciousness, fortunately being left alone by any nightmares. Curiously, he slept rather well in the daylight.

He hopped off the rough creaky bed and gave himself a stretch, feeling his limbs clicking and popping, and let out a sigh of relief from the sensation.

 

Feeling much better, he headed downstairs and made his way outside, squinting from the blinding sunlight. How long had he been asleep for? A few hours?

 

Once his eyes had adjusted, he opened them and glanced into the distance, seeing Dashia and Greshken at the old campfire. Some clanking sounds from the barn suggested Chip was working on that tank at last. Aile was still claiming the couch inside in her slumber.

Was Ezekiel still asleep? If that was the case, best to leave him be. Not like they were going anywhere right now.

 

He wandered over to the barnyard, keeping a safe distance in case the virus was still a threat. Indeed, Chip was clambering on top of the wrecked tank with a gasmask on his face. He seemed to have a bit of a spring in his step as well.

 

"I take it the talk went well?" he spoke up, hopefully loud enough for him to hear.

Edited April 15, 2015 by Unicorncob

[Chip Circuit 1,842]

Chip was about to crawl inside the tank when he heard some pony's voice from a distance. He looked over and saw Crackshot, he wasn't able to make out what he said so he held his hoof to his ear and then brought it out to the side in a gesture of question. Chip levitated his tools up to himself setting them on the rim of the turret hatch.

 

Chip decided to ask Crackshot about it later as he crawled inside the tank careful to make sure his oxygen hose didn't catch on any of the sharp pieces of metal from the destroyed interior. As he set himself down inside he begun working at the back wall of the tank, where you would find the easiest access to the muffler system .

Edited April 15, 2015 by Chip Circuit

[Scribblegroove 565]

Without looking up from his work, Greshken replied to Dashia: "What I am making now is not a work of science or mechanics, but one of tribal wisdom and survival. You cannot assist me with this." He explained, as he took a final look at his improved suit of armour. The different coloured Gecko hides didn't exactly make it look more fashionable, but it would help him resist the dangers of the wastes.

 

"However." He said to Dashia, as he stood up and began to equip his armour again. "You can help me and chip with a weapon we're attempting to construct." As he fastened his bracers around his forearms, he inspected it's new layer, checking if it would stay put properly. "That is quite a difficult task. It is of complexity I'm unfamiliar with. If you help me, and we succeed in creating the weapon, I'll consider us..." he paused for a moment. He was about to use a word he barely ever used. He looked Dashia in the eyes. "Friends..."

 

Greshken seemed surprised with him making this remark himself, and shook his head while quickly walking off to meet up with Chip. He had already begun to work on the tank. "If we start with cutting out the parts we need, we can continue from there." He said. He imagined that after roughly ccutting out the barrel and it's loading and firing mechanism, a lot of work would have to be done to make it lighter and wieldable. Cut off as much unnescesary plating as possible, make proper handgrips and a counterweight to balance the barrel up more easily. Of course, he was confident that together they were competent to make this legendary weapon, one of his childhood dreams, a reality.

Edited April 15, 2015 by Scribblegroove

[Chip Circuit 1,842]

Chip heard someone talking outside, he recognized it to be Greshken. Chip carefully popped his head out of the tank "Don't come near the tank Greshken, I'm working out removing the virus. Once that's remove then we won't need protection from it, I really don't want to see you die in such a horrific manner!" He shouted hoping Greshken could hear him. 

 

Chip retreat back inside the tank continuing to remove the wall plating from the inside of the tank.

[Unicorncob 5,681]

Crackshot figured Chip hadn't heard him, judging by the gesture, and went to ask again, but he was already stuck into his work. He shrugged, deciding to ask him later.

 

He glanced over to the old campsite, where Greshken was walking over to the barn from.

Perfect, he thought, time to hear about this plan.

 

Chip poked his head out of the tank hatch once the minotaur was close enough, and yelled something about not getting too close.

He glanced aside up to the hulking biped and told him just that. "I think he said 'don't go near the tank'."

 

He turned his head to look at him properly. "While we're both here, I'm still curious about this plan of yours. It obviously has something to do with the tank, and I want to know why."

[Midnight_Aurora 571]

Dashia joins them and with her power armor she was able to directly join Chip. "What do you need? I can do just about any mechanical work. An engineer doesn't usually specialize in anything specific. Though i would love to finish those cyber joints."

 

She waits for chips response.

[Scribblegroove 565]

Crackshot was curious, and Greshken saw no reason to hide his plan from him. "The idea is simple, but the execution is difficult. There was once a great minotaur, whose name is unimportant, who wielded a repurposed cannon of a tank loose from it's veichle in his very own hands." He explained. He remembered several glorious battles won with that weapon. "Granted that he wasn't as accurate as a tank would've been, it still made quite an effective and intimidation weapon." He elaborated further.

 

He gestured towards the tank. "To make the weapon is not very difficult. To wield and use it properly will be a challenge, but that is something I can practice on." He stood still a short distance away from the tank after he had been warned of the virus, even though he was still sceptical it could harm him than easily.