open Fallout Equestria: Endeavor

[Midnight_Aurora 571]

Dashia lands near the minataur and says, "My name is Cloudia Dashia. What's yours comrade."

 

She stays a distance out of respect and his shear size being a bit intimidating.

 

She looks at herself and finally says, "ah Ponyfeathers. Anypony got a health potion. It is minor but I guess that haybarrel of a commander got me a bit."

 

She had just a bit more than scraps and bruises. She however was fast enough to avid taking to much damage. Her wings are an unknown because they are covered by the wing plates.

Edited April 11, 2015 by Midnight_Aurora

[Defender of Tomorrow 323]

Aile limped over to the main group, setting her lance back to it's holster and picked up the shotgun that use to belong to the commander, the gun being in surprisingly pristine condition even after the fight, she then turned to the group, taking her spot beside chip.

 

Two of the ponies inside the barn shrieked as their damaged masks were ineffective at keeping the virus out, an abrupt discharge of gunfire could be heard from the barn, the organic matter continued growing outward of the barn and began infesting some of the soldiers that died at the edge of the main fighting grounds. 

Edited April 11, 2015 by Defender of Tomorrow

[Chip Circuit 1,842]

Chip walked away from the group for a second inspecting the armor on the pony that he shot before his helmet was put on. Chip inspected the armor realizing that it was still intact, but it was also power armor so he would be unable to operate it. He turned to the group "Dashia, would you like to take this armor from this pony. If you equip you can take care of the remaining in the barn and you can take care of that virus unit in the tank so it doesn't do anymore harm." He offered to Dashia as he looked back at the barn.

[Midnight_Aurora 571]

Dashia asks, "Any napalm? Burn out the virus. I will wear it. Hope it doesn't slow me down too much."

 

Dashia puts on the armor with helmet. She looks to the others awaiting their answers. She examines the system and says, "It seems any environmentaly sealed suit can stop the virus. If you can, and I will as well, keep the suits that are intact."

[Scribblegroove 565]

The minotaur seemed to enjoy the pain, blood and gore of the battle, giving him more energy and power to continue quenching his bloodlust upon the soldiers that had made his life miserable. He roared again as he swung his hammer at the ponies in front of him, but they all started to run away. Lunging forward a little more, he managed to hit one of them in it's legs, which caused him to immediately drop to the ground. Without hesitating for a moment he finished it off with a downwards blow to the ponies' chest.

 

As the other soldiers ran away he became infuriated. "Cowards..." he said to himself, but he didn't accept their surrender. "COWARDS!" He screamed as loud as he could in all directions. He started sprinting after one of the culprits running south, all the while screaming "COME BACK AND FIGHT YOU BASTARDS..! FIGHT!" It quickly became obvious that he wasn't fast enough to catch up with them. He came to a full stop, defeated and frustrated that he couldn't get the vindication he'd been waiting for for so long now.

 

Frowning, but no longer bloodthirsty, he walked back towards the ponies that had, most likely unintentionally, released him. They were discussing ways to get rid of the taint that was slowly starting to consume more of the wasteland. He wasn't interested in helping them, and even if he was be wouldn't be of much use. But he did owe them his freedom.

 

One of them, of who he now learned was named Dashia, inquired to his name. Even though he wanted to leave these ponies to their business and run away, as to try and find others of his kin, he realised that the least he could do was answer their questions. "My name Greshken Brasshide," he grunted, and he looked around to observe the rest of the party of ponies. "Who are you and what is your business here... What's going on actually?" he asked them, looking a little confused and staring at the advancing virus.

[Midnight_Aurora 571]

Dashia says, "That virus killed many. These ponies may have been trying to kill Everypony. They may even try to kill you and if any of your kind remain, them too. We need to stop the virus and stop Them. I have a feeling we won't be seeing the last of their type. Every foal, mare, minataur, and stallion is at risk of this virus. Will you, for the sake of what possibly remains of your kind join us in ending this?"

 

She then gives him all she knows and she makes it quick so as to not let the virus spread to much more.

 

She then retreaves the last unused mine and decides to throw it into the virus and detinate it remotly, causing the plant matter to ignite in flames. "Hopefully that kills the virus. Plants and an explosive makes a big fire."

Edited April 11, 2015 by Midnight_Aurora

[Defender of Tomorrow 323]

An explosion shook the barn for it's second time, many weakened supports toppling over and even some of the roof caving in on top of the tank and the soldiers that had taken refuge in there, crushing their bodies and effectively flattening them out. It took some time for the small fire that started on some hay to catch onto the virus, the plant matter burning brilliantly and very slowly spreading throughout the barn. "That's weird, the fire should be blazing like an inferno in there." Aile concluded after watching the barn for a few minutes, rubbing her hoof to her head in disbelief. "Anyways, that takes care of that right? I think we should scavenge whatever we can from the farm house and bodies, their ammo would be a good place to start, but let's not get carried away, I don't want to be mistaken for a caravan if you all get crazy, the Zaphyrian Army don't take kindly to competition in their controlled routes."

[Midnight_Aurora 571]

Dashia watches and sighs in disbelief, "We can't go near it until the fire is gone. The heat will damage the sealed systems of the suit. By the looks of it the virus isn't as vulnerable as normal plants."

 

Dashia thinks for a moment, "To bad our ghoul friend isn't here. he would have been able to help with the virus. Ghouls aren't technically normal. But they have their advantages."

 

Dashia then looks to the others. She wonders what they are thinking.

[Unicorncob 5,681]

Crackshot kept his gaze on this 'Greshken', keeping a watchful eye on him. He may have helped them, but he was always wary of newcomers. Though if he wanted to kill them, chances are he'd be trying right now, so he had no reason to pull his shotgun out on him.

"We're here to take care of those fuckers," he explained, nodding toward the barn, "and it looks like we won. Thanks for the assist."

 

He looked toward the farmhouse, and to the uninfected bodies littering the farm grounds.

"Alright, everyone start looting, see if you can find anything useful," he commanded, using the term 'everyone' to include the minotaur, "I'm going into the farmhouse, see if they left behind anything."

 

Hopefully some booze, a thought emerged, as he walked toward the house. With his body stinging from bullet wounds, he'll need a drink more than ever now. Hopefully that whiskey he was saving didn't get damaged in the crossfire.

[Scribblegroove 565]

For a moment, Greshken was disgruntled by Dashia's sudden offer. Things were going slightly too quick for him. Maybe the psycho was still getting to him, but he didn't quite understand what their purpose was. Where were they going and who were they supposed to stop? Battling a virus seemed difficult. He was more experienced with fighting more... physical things. As he stared in the fire, watching the plants slowly degrade to ashes, he answered Dashia's question. "I'm not certain if I want to come along with you... I'd prefer to head out alone again, far away from this place." He realised he was acting far too melancholical by looking at the flames while he said that, so he shook his head and looked at the ponies that had surrounded him.

 

"Besides, I'm not certain if you should want me either. I'm not the greatest companion. I fight alone, and haven't seen another friendly soul in months, perhaps years..." He argued. Looking at the hammer in his hands he confessed: "I have done many terrible things..." His voice didn't bear any regret, though the memories did bring sorrow to him.

 

Suddendly, he felt like he needed friends more than ever. These ponies were immediately ready to accept him, and he was almost too blind to see that. But he got into conflict with himself. His pride refrained him from simply accepting the offer without some kind of payment. For now these ponies were in his debt, though they didn't seem to realise that.

 

He looked at the wrecked tank a few feet away from them. The explosives that had destroyed it may perhaps have left a few things untouched. Things that could be used. He remembered a particularly powerful usage of those scrap parts. Oh how ungodly powerful that weapon had been. He remembered the minotaur who had used it as well. He was a hero among his people, and one of the few with the technical skills to handle such a weapon. It was long ago, but he definitely remembered how it was made.

 

A smile appeared on his face, and he looked at his perhaps soon to be companions. "I'd be willing to accompany you, if you can help me with a certain plan..." he said to the others, hoping they would have the skill and experience to create what was currently being composed in his head. "Which of you have experience with creating weaponry and using electronics? I'd like to see the leftovers of that tank put to use, if you're willing to hear out my plan that is..." he straightened his back and looked at the tank again. "If you help me, I will follow you to the end of the world." He vowed to them.

[Unicorncob 5,681]

Crackshot stopped in his tracks, gaze kept forward, as the minotaur began to speak. He didn't seem eager about joining this little ragtag group, mentioning that he was not the best to have around.

 

He hesitated a few seconds, and took another step forward before Greshken spoke up again. He stopped to listen once more. If they would help him with a plan of his, he'd be happy to join them.

 

With a few seconds of silence among the group, all regarding this information, the unicorn turned his head around to glance into the behemoth's eyes.

"You're not the only one here who's done terrible things," he commented, then looked to the front once again, "once we loot this place, we'll listen to your 'plan'."

 

With that, he continued his walk to the farmhouse, not stopping as he added, "And if you want a mechanic, talk to the sniper."

Edited April 12, 2015 by Unicorncob

[Chip Circuit 1,842]

Chip removed an intact oxygen mask from the pony he fell outside of the farm house. As he rose the oxygen tank onto his back he heard Crackshot mention him.

 

He quickly turned with oxygen mask dangling over his shoulder, swinging like a pendulum from the sudden turn.

 

He walked back toward the group with a raised brow "what's going on? I heard crackshot mention me, if a mechanic is needed for weapons and general mechanics I'm your colt." He said confidentially.

[Midnight_Aurora 571]

Dashia says, "I am with Crackshot on this one. We can listen but first we need to gather our resources."

 

Dashia heads after Crackshot. She listens as she follows. She leans close and asks, in a whisper, "I know her helped us and all but isn't odd to find a Minaraur out here of all places."

 

She looks to Chip, "Think you can remove that collar without blowing him and us up, Chip?"

Edited April 12, 2015 by Midnight_Aurora

[Chip Circuit 1,842]

Chip followed after Crackshot and Dashia after he informally introduced himself to the Minotaur. He was on the hunt to see if he could find any mechanic equipment after the Minotaur made a request.

 

Even though Chip does not know the Minotaur he is always looking forward to a new mechanical challenge, let alone the Minotaur did help them with their opponents. As he was thinking what to do with the tank he heard Dashia address him. "huh? oh um..." Chip babbled looking back at the minotaur fixated on his collar, he looked back toward the farm house "Well it looks like a remotely controlled collar, I doubt we could find a control that has a release switch for it. Otherwise it seems damaged but no less dangerous. The best bet is to cut off the power to the fail-safe latch with a disruption pulse." 

[Unicorncob 5,681]

"It's not the weirdest thing I've ever seen," Crackshot remarked, walking through the open door of the farmhouse and getting a strong smell of alcohol. His hope that they left some behind only strengthened. "He's civil, and he hasn't tried killing us yet, but I'm still keeping an eye on him."

 

Empties clanked around his hooves as he walked around and looked through old pre-war drawers. Some caps, pre-war junk, and a bottle of scotch were the start to his loot.

 

He overheard Dashia and Chip talking about removing the minotaur's slave collar. He hadn't even realised he was wearing one, or that one could be wrangled on to such an imposing figure. But as he'd told Dashia, it's not the weirdest thing he's seen.

 

He glanced to Chip, hearing his solution. "Can it be done?"

[Scribblegroove 565]

Slowly Greshken observed their reaction. He was glad that they didn't cast it away immediately. They seemed to be quite determined on looting the corpses of the soldiers, and the inside of the burning barn once the flames would have died down. For Greshken, it was hard to scavenge anything of use. Nothing in the equestrian wasteland had adjusted to minotaurs in the past century. Not its system, not it's people, and clearly not it's technology. That is why, unlike many ponies' expectations, many minotaurs tended to choose to become mechanics or scientists, to try and find ways of adjusting technology to their people.

 

"If you two busy yourselves with scavenging, I will try to explain this plan of mine to your mechanic to see if it is viable." He said to Dashia and Crackshot. The name pony who had introduced himself as their mechanic was still unkown to him. He was little to him, but his radiating confidence convinced him of his competence.

 

"My plan is quite... strange. A little mad even. It involves detaching the cannon of this tank and turning it into a wieldable weapon. That is for me at least. I will be able to use it. I know this because I have seen it done before..." he explained to the mechanic. "Oh, and my apologies," he added "Your name... chip was it?" He said, trying to bring a friendly smile on his face, though smiling was something he didn't have alot of experience with. He put out his hand to shake the ponies hoof. "A pleasure to meet you."

 

@Defender of Tomorrow

As he looked at his new colleague in experimental artillery construction, he noticed another pony who he hadn't become familiar yet either. "Hey you!" He called out to the blue coated pony. "If you're not going to help the others loot for equipment you might as well help us..."

 

He then realised there was a discussion going on about the collar he was wearing. "The collar is a part of me and I will not have it removed." He said abruptly and seemed like he wouldn't want another word said about it.

Edited April 13, 2015 by Scribblegroove

[Midnight_Aurora 571]

Dashia claimed a few caps, a 200 year old bottle of Sweet Apple Acres Cider and some health packs. She grabbed a Recharger Rifle and found hers to be in better condition. She packed it away just incase she needed to repair her trusty rifle.

 

She looked back to Crackshot, "With time and careful hooves yes it can be."

 

She looks around for other things she can gain. She heads upstairs to check there as well.

[Chip Circuit 1,842]

After Chip had followed Dashia and Crackshot he could hear the Minotaur addressing him. He quickly turned around and galloped over to him, even though Chip was still intrigued over seeing a Minotaur he didn't really find it wise to anger him.

 

Once Chip reached the minotaur he begun listening to his plan, just hearing him describe the plan as 'mad' peaked Chip's interest. After the Minotaur finished speaking Chip looked up at him as the Minotaur extended his hoof attempting to force an awkward smile across his face.

 

Chip rose his hoof shaking the minotaur's, so far his impression of the Minotaur was positive "Nice to meet y... wait I don't think i have your name. If you mentioned it earlier sorry I didn't hear you, I sometimes get lost in thought. No need to force a smile on my accord, you obviously don't tend to smile a lot so I'm sure it's awkward for you" He admitted putting his hoof down. "Overall I like the plan, I've never attempted anything of that magnitude so it sounds interesting. By the way if you like I might be able to get that collar off you if you like the idea of not having a small warhead around your neck." He said jokingly as his attention begun to drift away from the Minotaur and to pondering the tank barrel weapon.

Edited April 13, 2015 by Chip Circuit

[Defender of Tomorrow 323]

Aile was looting some shells from the captains remains, the sight was debilitating even for her and she moved away rather quickly when she was done. She went around to some of the other bodies, most of their weapons had been shot or clubbed at which made it hard for her to eject the magazines, she collected about five magazines and stashed them in her inventory.

 

"Hey You!" The large Minotaur called out to her, his voice naturally louder than Equines "If you're not going to help the others loot for equipment you might as well help us.."

 

Aile turned around to see the Minotaur looking at her, that was enough for her to know that he was addressing her and walked back to him and chip, she had a slight limp to her walk from being bruised and shot up, she was more interested in seeking or even performing medical procedures on herself before she was going to help them. "Help with what? The barn is still on fire and it's going to be like that for some time, and I need to take some bullets out of me before anything." she stated, wincing slightly as she began to walk towards the farmhouse.

[Unicorncob 5,681]

Crackshot had looted an old lead pipe from the kitchen. What it was doing there, he had no idea, but perhaps he could attempt to repair Reason with it if she got too banged up. She was the first weapon he ever used, after all.

 

With Dashia upstairs, and the others outside, he had some time to think while he looted. He glanced down at his heart pendant.

Would she be proud of what he'd done? What he'd led these ponies to do? Well, she couldn't not be; he'd stopped a group of murderous animals from spreading a plague.

 

A couple dozen caps, a few boxes of shotgun shells, and a deep sigh later, he decided it was time to follow Dashia upstairs. As he neared the staircase, by the door, he spotted Aile limping inside. Her leg looked pretty banged up, she'd need at least a health potion right now.

 

"Stay down here," he instructed, climbing up the stairs, "I'll see if the bathroom has any medicine."

[Defender of Tomorrow 323]

"Not like I have a choice." Aile muttered to herself as Crackshot went upstairs, she found a relatively clean and empty couch and lay on, wincing as all the movement agitated the wound causing more blood to trickle down her leg, it wasn't life threatening, not yet at least. She looked around the room, lots of empty booze bottles scattered the tables and floor, some broken glass here and there, but her point of interest was sitting at the top of what looked like a gun's cabinet, it was a statuette of a cyan colored pony with rainbow mane and tail, she squinted as she tried to read the inscription but couldn't, it oddly reminded her of Dashia. 

[Scribblegroove 565]

Greshken frowned. Looking at the wounded pony, he realised how unperceptive he had been. Clearly she was in pain. "Oh... I'm sorry." He mumbled as he noticed her predicament. It was her that reminded him that he had wounds of his own. Several bruises and scratches, but nothing that had punctured his skin. Only now did he realise the pain, but he decided to ignore it.

 

"I'm sure there's a workbench around here somewhere. With some equipment and a little planning we could probably do this fairly easily. It's not like we have to reconstruct the entire weapon, just cut out the part that is the gun and make it wieldable." He thought out loud, and he did seem fairly confident about it. "But it doesn't have to be done immediately now. I am tired, and I suppose I should eat something." He sighed. "I haven't eaten anything proper in a while..."

 

With that he turned around. "If you fellas take your time to figure your equipment out, I'll be back in just a moment. I'm going to see if I can hunt something down and eat it." He said, as if it were the most trivial thing in the world. He grabbed his hammer with both his hands a left the ponies behind. He would surely be back before sunrise.

[Chip Circuit 1,842]

As the Minotaur walked off clearly distracted by hunger Chip decided to follow the others back inside the farmhouse to look for any possible equipment or tools. 

 

As he went inside he found Allie sitting on a couch resting after being injured during the fight. "I wish I could help you Allie, but unfortunately my skill lies in guns and tech... not ponies. We could probably scrounge up some alcohol if you want something to numb the pain." He said beginning to scan the room.

[Unicorncob 5,681]

Crackshot walked upstairs, and had a look around for anything to loot. Though he had a suspicion that Dashia would have helped herself to anything useful already.

 

He walked into the bathroom, which was just as dirty, slimy and grimy as any other bathroom he'd seen in his life. A box with a picture of some butterflies hung on the wall. A medicine cabinet, and it looked unopened. Strange, you'd think some partying ponies would help themselves to whatever is in here.

 

And then he discovered why; it was locked. Closer inspection revealed it had been forced, with dents along the lid.

 

He took out Reason and struck at the lock until it came loose, weakened from the battering it no doubt took earlier.

Some water, dirty and purified, a few healing potions, and some bandages. Standard, but Aile could use them.

 

He took the items, ears perking up as he heard Chip's voice downstairs. Thinking nothing of it, he continued to search the rooms.

[Chip Circuit 1,842]

Chip continued through the farmhouse stepping through the bottles that coated the floor. "Gah this is disgusting, how can you possibly consume so much alcohol." Chip mumbled to himself as he came to the back of the house.

 

As Chip passed by a window he looked outside and saw that there was a shed out back, "Oh a shed, sheds tend to have tools." He said excitedly stepping through the bottles again leaving the house through the front door.

 

Chip circled the farmhouse heading to the shed. Once he approached the door he saw the door had a latch with a padlock on it. "Hmm... I like the look of this, you don't lock up useless stuff." he said.