open Fallout Equestria: Aftermath (Rp)

[Kronos the Revenant 1,971]

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Casting furtive glances on the others to ensure they weren't being eavesdropped on, Foray turned back towards Kronos and continued speaking in hushed tones, so quietly that she was sure only Kronos and herself could hear.

 

"Call me crazy, but I highly doubt custom-fitted cybernetic ears come with sets of power armor. Besides that..." she glanced up at her bad ear a moment. "I've kinda taken a liking to this one, even though it's bad. Makes me look a bit tougher, don'tcha think?" She finished her statement with a wink and a gentle nudge -- so gentle that he probably didn't feel it.

 

"But as long as you're giving out goodies, a coat or something would be nice. Not too heavy, I wanna be able to run if I need to, but... y'know, something to keep me from the freezing cold?"

"Ya got it, babe," Kronos whispered back with a friendly wink before saying , "Hey, I need to add a few more items to my requisition."

 

"What'll it be, General?"

 

"I'll need some winter gear for myself and a friend of mine. Not the heavy ones. Rather, one medium and one light winter coat, preferably."

 

"Roger that, sir. Requisitions are inbound."

 

"Alright. They should arrive wih the goods any minute now. Captain, what's the ETA of the goods?"

 

"At your location: ETA is fifteen minutes."

 

"Thanks, over and out."

 

"Roger that."

 

"Okay," Kronos said before turning towards Foray, "Our stuff should be here in about fifteen minutes. Before you say anything, you should hear how amazing Ragarokian ships are at traveling through various adverse weather conditions."

[Child Of Darkness 285]

@@Ranger22, White chuckled at the sound of Blooddrop being called another Redeye. While they had similarities, Blooddrop could actually make progress without destroying half of the wasteland in the process. "I understand, but you're the only one here who hasn't had some form of briefing due to your late arrival. Had you been here earlier, you would have already got a good grasp on the situation. So don't blame me for not telling you important information right away. You don't know this, but I work as an information broker, and I'm the best at what I do, since what I know is something only I am stupid and so disregarding of personal safety enough to gather. It's a wonderful Job. Though I should mention my information comes at a cost, while this doesn't require you to pay in caps due to this being a special mission, the cost of my information on Sting is a contract, I give you the information and in return, if you cannot complete the mission I take your life as the insurance policy. Protecting the information and making sure it isn't spread about. I have a business to run afte--"

 

While in the middle of talking, White put his hoof into the air, indicating everyone to stop moving. After leaving his hoof up for roughly 10 seconds, he put his ear to the ground and began listening intently. "Something's moving underground, and its close."

[Chaton 3,765]

Crackshot's ear perked up as Hazelnut pitched in an idea for him. Power Armour was a serious bullet sponge, true, but his main issue were the snipers and spotters. How could he take them out before they spotted him?

 

"If his suit can withstand sniper fire," he mumbled, "could he maybe... unless if there's some Stealth Bucks... binoculars..."

 

Wait, what are we doing again? Did I even ask before? Apparently not. "Hey, as much as it is good for you to think about stuff, letting the rest of us know what is going to be happening would be great."

 

Out of nowhere I heard a gunshot come from beside me. I casually looked sideways. Where did that come from?

[1Bit 1,531]

Meanwhile, quite the distance away...

 

Comet hung in the sky away from the group, watching their ascent carefully with a muddied expression. He chewed on the thought of staying close to them, but experience had already shown that being anywhere near them seemed to just cause drama and annoyance. So instead, he had unfurled his wings and soared into the shrouded cloud layer above, breathing in the cleaner air that seemed to exist just above the radioactive and infected landscape below. 

 

He kept close to the group, but mostly just kept tabs on them. He'd help if absolutely needed of course, but he had his own plans.

[Unicorncob 5,681]

 

Wait, what are we doing again? Did I even ask before? Apparently not. "Hey, as much as it is good for you to think about stuff, letting the rest of us know what is going to be happening would be great."

 

Out of nowhere I heard a gunshot come from beside me. I casually looked sideways. Where did that come from?

 

The sound of gunfire snapped Crackshot out of his train of thought, and his shotgun slipped out of its holster as it pointed in the red mare's direction, but not directly at her.

 

He gave her a glance and holstered his weapon before walking to her.

"What happened?" He demanded, and craned his neck to look at her gun's holster, "Your leg's bleeding. Get a Health Potion on that."

[Flamestreak1990 1,172]

*A gunshot is heard not far from the groups current position* What hell was that? *Quiet storm looks around* well. no seems to be hurt.....luckily. *sigh*  Now we got somepony attacking us? Whatever hopefully I'm wrong.

 

@@Unicorncob,@@Ethan Sawyer, @@Child Of Darkness, @, @@Meson Bolt, @, @@Ranger22,  

 

"Is everyone here alright? Nopony is injured at all? Good" 

[Ranger22 179]

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"I have no intentions of paying you for your service whether it be in caps or my life, if you don't want to share your crucial information with me don't. I don't need to hear your life story to reach that understanding so save your breath." Hazelnut gruffly pointed out before being interrupted by a gunshot that echoed throughout the valley. Hazelnut began scanning the horizon while observing his E.F.S as he did. The pipbuck wielding stallion stopped abruptly bringing his hoof up as he did, warning of another enemy who traversed the underground. The first thing that came to mind was a hellhound, the mutated descendants of pre-war diamond dogs who had a specific hatred for pony kind. Hazelnut cursed underneath his breath at the possibility of those horrors being allied with the Whitestings. 

 

    Hazelnut's team was reacting in a similar way if not a bit more relaxed than he was. One of them questioned whether or not anypony was hurt, and upon further observation that may not have been the case. He didn't think much more of it as there was no obvious fatalities among his group and he was fairly certain they had enough medical supplies to patch up anything less. "Any idea who might that be?" Hazelnut asked to just about anypony who could answer.

Edited April 10, 2016 by Ranger22

[Child Of Darkness 285]

White was immediately alerted by the sound of unknown gunfire. Though his reasoning was a little bit different than everyone else. No one should come up this way, it's within Sting's territory and no patrols have been coming this way as per instructions. He could only presume that someone who hadn't got the message had taken a shot at them from up high. Who ever it was was most likely informed of this and stopped. The possibility of it not being a member of his gang still sands very true. The sounds coming from the ground was not any mystery to him though.

 

"We need to pick up the pace, I don't know who shot what at who and where, but if they had an intent to kill us we would have seen some follow up shots. Can their snipers see us from this distance? No, they shouldn't be able to. I'm positive of that, and you may not have noticed this but we have something crawling beneath us. Two possibilities. Hell hounds and Scorpions. Scorpions is the most likely option, Hounds mostly live out west in the Ponyville area. Or far north in the more irradiated lands. Watch the ground as we walk." White picked himself of the ground but didn't start walking just yet, darting his head around and twitching his ears listening out for any signed of motion and sound. While it was true Sting could command Scorpions and other lower animals, the one's here are wild and will attack on sight. White levitated out his serrated combat knife ready to attack anything that may come attack him.

Edited April 10, 2016 by Child Of Darkness

[Unicorncob 5,681]

@@Ethan Sawyer

 

Crackshot blinked and slightly widened his tired eyes as he spotted something peculiar on the red mare. The splatters of blood on her leg, along with the grazing wound going across it, began to take a shade of blue, standing out from her coat colour.

 

"What the--" he muttered, then grunted as he was pushed back by a pulse of energy. Almost akin to the feeling of being shot.

 

What the hell is this mare...?

 

He took another look, only to find the blue had disappeared, and the mare's wound had fully healed, as if nothing had ever happened.

 

"The hell was that?" He grunted, "Your special ability or something?"

[Chaton 3,765]

The sound of gunfire snapped Crackshot out of his train of thought, and his shotgun slipped out of its holster as it pointed in the red mare's direction, but not directly at her.

 

He gave her a glance and holstered his weapon before walking to her.

"What happened?" He demanded, and craned his neck to look at her gun's holster, "Your leg's bleeding. Get a Health Potion on that."

 

I glanced down at my leg and saw a small hole in it. Oh hey, would you look at that. "For some reason I don't think that'll be necessary.

 

Crackshot blinked and slightly widened his tired eyes as he spotted something peculiar on the red mare. The splatters of blood on her leg, along with the grazing wound going across it, began to take a shade of blue, standing out from her coat colour.

 

"What the--" he muttered, then grunted as he was pushed back by a pulse of energy. Almost akin to the feeling of being shot.

 

What the hell is this mare...?

 

He took another look, only to find the blue had disappeared, and the mare's wound had fully healed, as if nothing had ever happened.

 

"The hell was that?" He grunted, "Your special ability or something?"

 

A pulse of energy was emitted from me and the wound was gone. Well then. That, makes sense. "I don't have a special fucking ability."

[Unicorncob 5,681]

A pulse of energy was emitted from me and the wound was gone. Well then. That, makes sense. "I don't have a special fucking ability."

 

"No," Crackshot muttered, glaring down at the mare, "But apparently you have a special healing ability."

 

Without waiting for a smart remark, he turned around and began walking on toward the bunker.

 

"...wonder if she could... nah, a headshot would do her in... unless we got her some good armour..." he began mumbling to himself again.

[Chaton 3,765]

"No," Crackshot muttered, glaring down at the mare, "But apparently you have a special healing ability."

 

Without waiting for a smart remark, he turned around and began walking on toward the bunker.

 

"...wonder if she could... nah, a headshot would do her in... unless we got her some good armour..." he began mumbling to himself again.

 

Oh dear, what is that psychotic pony thinking of doing. On second thought... I looked around, trying to see if that "White" pony was nearby. Knowing them, they would jump at the chance to kill someone. And then do it again. I turned back to Crackshot who was now walking away, and ran up next to him. "What are you thinking about?"

[Meson Bolt 2,648]

@@Child Of Darkness, 

 

Slightly fazed by the sound of the gunshot, Foray simply trudged along behind the group at a respectable distance. In truth, she was starting to slow; the altitude, colder climate, and uphill climb were already beginning to take a toll on her remaining energy. She didn't want to ask for a rest -- she wanted to appear as strong as possible -- but even she knew she was out of her element here, and wouldn't be able to last too much longer given the set pace.

 

Mustering up a short wind, she trotted to the front of the group to talk to White, huffing audibly. "How much longer to the bunker?" she asked, doing her best to appear completely fine.

[Unicorncob 5,681]

Oh dear, what is that psychotic pony thinking of doing. On second thought... I looked around, trying to see if that "White" pony was nearby. Knowing them, they would jump at the chance to kill someone. And then do it again. I turned back to Crackshot who was now walking away, and ran up next to him. "What are you thinking about?"

 

"Huh?" Crackshot grunted, being shunted off his train of thought and looked down at the red mare, "Trying to figure out how to take on this raider camp. They're more like mercs, the way they're kitted out and prepared."

 

He glanced down at his hooves, narrowing his eyes. "We need somepony to count out the snipers and spotters, somepony to take them out, somepony to bullet-sponge - Hazelnut is a good idea - and somepony to take out their Power Armour user."

[Chaton 3,765]

"Huh?" Crackshot grunted, being shunted off his train of thought and looked down at the red mare, "Trying to figure out how to take on this raider camp. They're more like mercs, the way they're kitted out and prepared."

 

He glanced down at his hooves, narrowing his eyes. "We need somepony to count out the snipers and spotters, somepony to take them out, somepony to bullet-sponge - Hazelnut is a good idea - and somepony to take out their Power Armour user."

 

Oh, so that's what we're doing. Taking out a raider camp. "I could count but then again so could anyone. Taking them out, not sure. Bullet sponge, well. I can still get hit. But power armor. What exactly can power armor do?" Maybe we could use this, 'special ability', as he put it to our advantage.

[Child Of Darkness 285]

@@Meson Bolt, "Hmm? Not too much further I'd say. Distance wise is rather short and it becomes mostly down hill after a short while. The path may well get very narrow from the angle we're approaching it. What are you getting tired already? Don't even try and hide it, I can hear it on your breath. Don't go passing out now. I won't be saving your skin."

 

Listening to what the odd red unicorn was saying, no not red, Scarlett was more of the colour. Eh, he needs a nickname for her. White was getting more and more curious about what exactly this little ability was. With the little display with what happened to her leg, his theory was forming in his head. She was going to be weighing them down if she was just a normal pony who seemed never to be able to learn anything. So if his little theory was true, he needed to test it. @@Ethan Sawyer, "Hey, for the sake of ease, I'm going to call you Scarlett. Fits your colouring. Could you do me a small favour and stand still for just a moment please?"

[4HFan 476]

"Oh come on! Open up!!!" Lupus yelled as he pushed and pulled on the door. "Open up so I can get in here and hide!" He then tried charging at it just to smash into it with a dull thud an "Oof!" and a headache. "If I can't get in here, I'll just have to keep running." He said to himself. "And I don't want to do that anymore. So, what am I going to do now? Maybe I should have stayed with those ponies instead of running off. But I doubt they'll let me back now... What am I going to do?!?!" He said as he banged his head on the door.

[Chaton 3,765]

"Hey, for the sake of ease, I'm going to call you Scarlett. Fits your colouring. Could you do me a small favour and stand still for just a moment please?"

 

"Uhh, sure? Let's go with that name." A variation on the nickname I was called as a kid. By, mum... "And, all right." I said as I stopped moving. She is going to shoot me isn't she. She is going to do something like shoot me in the head. At least if I die, I'll be gone from this bloody place.

[Child Of Darkness 285]

@@Ethan Sawyer, "Thank you, now then." White quickly slipped into his SATS and lined up a shot with Scralett's head. In what must have been a fraction of a second for her, White drew his .44 and fired a bullet directly through her head, leaving quite a mess. Now then, if his theory was indeed correct, she would not stay dead for very long. In fact, she should send out quite a violent shockwave since the impact of that bullet was incredibly high. "I'd take a step back from her corpse if I was you. I give her 90 seconds. 90 seconds to wait and see."

Edited April 11, 2016 by Child Of Darkness

[Ranger22 179]

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Hazelnut felt an excruciating discomfort in the atmosphere that kept pressing on the paladin's nerves constantly.The problem that plagued hazelnut was the fact his teammates were not constantly scanning for possible threats despite the evidence they were close by, and truth be told the discomfort he felt was just merely his emotions getting the better of him. There was one pony in particular who was being cautious, and Hazelnut didn't particularly like admitting anything positive about the pipbuck wielding stallion. But there didn't seem to be anything currently antagonizing the group so the Paladin could excuse their current behavior, after all they weren't knights under his command.

    Hazelnut wasn't going to lie to himself, time for the most part was lost to his thought processes. It was either night or day to the ranger and the simplicity of it made it easier for him to focus on more important matters. But the clock that kept itself constant to the ranger was the need to eat and drink. Feeling rather parched he dispensed a large canteen and a can of dried apples from his armored saddle. He grasped at his helmet with both arms and popped off his helmet. Hazelnut took the time to take in the wasteland smell, before putting his attention back to his meal. As he drank from his canteen he walked over to the unicorn with the shotgun, who was currently devising their future strategy. Overhearing some of his statements made to the red mare Hazelnut wanted to give his two cents once more.

    "So it seems your having some logistical problems there waster," the ranger jokingly said as he opened up his can of apples. "Bullet sponge, as rudimentary as it sounds is something I can do. However dedicating a pony to getting shot isn't exactly smart, no matter how tough their armor is no normal pony is immortal. I suggest we focus on an offensive approach and gather these raiders into a large group before we lure them into a killzone and slaughter them with concentrated fire from the safety of a hard to reach location. Oh and power armor won't be a problem considering my arsenal, get them within my sights and this missile pod will take care of it. The snipers however are a problem we still don't have a solution for, if we don't find one we might find our heads blown off from our necks. Plans never go exactly how want them so being adaptable is out best bet," the ranger said as he shoveled food into his mouth.

Edited April 11, 2016 by Ranger22

[Chaton 3,765]

@@Ethan Sawyer, "Thank you, now then." White quickly slipped into his SATS and lined up a shot with Scralett's head. In what must have been a fraction of a second for her, White drew his .44 and fired a bullet directly through her head, leaving quite a mess. Now then, if his theory was indeed correct, she would not stay dead for very long. In fact, she should send out quite a violent shockwave since the impact of that bullet was incredibly high. "I'd take a step back from her corpse if I was you. I give her 90 seconds. 90 seconds to wait and see."

 

I stood quietly and waited for my head to be blown off. And here, we, g-

 

And I was gone.

 

But only for a fraction of a second. Within moments, I had already reformed and in a mostly deserving fit of rage and lingering pain screamed as a surge of blue energy was sent out in all directions. White, being the closest pony, was hit with a spread force equal to getting hit by a truck, where the other nearby ponies would experience a similar if not dampened effect.

[Child Of Darkness 285]

The blue energy that Scarlett produced was much faster than White had anticipated. Near instantaneous in fact. The force it carried was about the same as what he had expected, but he didn't have time to prepare for the impact, causing him to be knocked off of his hooves and sent several feet away. It was very painful, if his Ribs were still made of bone, we was sure he would have some heavy internal damaging, his neck would be killing him for a few days and a headache was bound to come up sooner or later. Despite all this, his quickly picked himself up off of the ground, half laughing, half cheering.

@@Ethan Sawyer, 

"I knew it! I fucking knew it! You can't die, in fact you can't get hurt.I wonder how far this ability stretches. Does it affect you mental capacity? Can retain new information and skills like this? Does it wipe your memory of the feeling of dying? Can it still leave mental scarring or are they also cured from this power? So many questions so much I want to know. You right here might be the single most interesting person in the entire Wasteland. And I know some people, take that as a compliment."

[Unicorncob 5,681]

Oh, so that's what we're doing. Taking out a raider camp. "I could count but then again so could anyone. Taking them out, not sure. Bullet sponge, well. I can still get hit. But power armor. What exactly can power armor do?" Maybe we could use this, 'special ability', as he put it to our advantage.

 

"Power Armour basically makes it really really hard for somepony to kill you," Crackshot muttered, lifting out his flask and taking a sip of some strong-smelling apple whiskey, "The newer ones have fusion cores in the back of them, giving them power. Without one, you're basically trapped in a tank with no fuel or ammo."

 

 

As he drank from his canteen he walked over to the unicorn with the shotgun, who was currently devising their future strategy. Overhearing some of his statements made to the red mare Hazelnut wanted to give his two cents once more.

 

    "So it seems your having some logistical problems there waster," the ranger jokingly said as he opened up his can of apples. "Bullet sponge, as rudimentary as it sounds is something I can do. However dedicating a pony to getting shot isn't exactly smart, no matter how tough their armor is no normal pony is immortal. I suggest we focus on an offensive approach and gather these raiders into a large group before we lure them into a killzone and slaughter them with concentrated fire from the safety of a hard to reach location. Oh and power armor won't be a problem considering my arsenal, get them within my sights and this missile pod will take care of it. The snipers however are a problem we still don't have a solution for, if we don't find one we might find our heads blown off from our necks. Plans never go exactly how want them so being adaptable is out best bet," the ranger said as he shoveled food into his mouth.

 

"The snipers are the only ones I'm worried about," he admitted quietly, "they sound like professionals, if they've got spotters. We need to find them before they find u--"

 

 

"Thank you, now then." White quickly slipped into his SATS and lined up a shot with Scralett's head. In what must have been a fraction of a second for her, White drew his .44 and fired a bullet directly through her head, leaving quite a mess. Now then, if his theory was indeed correct, she would not stay dead for very long. In fact, she should send out quite a violent shockwave since the impact of that bullet was incredibly high. "I'd take a step back from her corpse if I was you. I give her 90 seconds. 90 seconds to wait and see."

 

His ears perked up from the gunshot and he whirled around to see the red mare sporting a new headshot hole and dropping dead on the ground, with a bloody puddle behind her.

 

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!" He roared, taking out his shotgun and getting ready to ram the barrel into White's head.

 

 

I stood quietly and waited for my head to be blown off. And here, we, g-

 

And I was gone.

 

But only for a fraction of a second. Within moments, I had already reformed and in a mostly deserving fit of rage and lingering pain screamed as a surge of blue energy was sent out in all directions. White, being the closest pony, was hit with a spread force equal to getting hit by a truck, where the other nearby ponies would experience a similar if not dampened effect.

 

He halted as the mare returned to life, rather painfully from the sound of her, and he was sent back a few hooves. He felt like he'd just been punched in the face.

 

 

"I knew it! I fucking knew it! You can't die, in fact you can't get hurt.I wonder how far this ability stretches. Does it affect you mental capacity? Can retain new information and skills like this? Does it wipe your memory of the feeling of dying? Can it still leave mental scarring or are they also cured from this power? So many questions so much I want to know. You right here might be the single most interesting person in the entire Wasteland. And I know some people, take that as a compliment."

 

"Count yourself fucking lucky," he snarled quietly, glaring ice cold daggers at White before holstering his shotgun. He walked over to the mare and looked closely at where she had been shot. "You alright?"

[Chaton 3,765]

The blue energy that Scarlett produced was much faster than White had anticipated. Near instantaneous in fact. The force it carried was about the same as what he had expected, but he didn't have time to prepare for the impact, causing him to be knocked off of his hooves and sent several feet away. It was very painful, if his Ribs were still made of bone, we was sure he would have some heavy internal damaging, his neck would be killing him for a few days and a headache was bound to come up sooner or later. Despite all this, his quickly picked himself up off of the ground, half laughing, half cheering.

 

"I knew it! I fucking knew it! You can't die, in fact you can't get hurt.I wonder how far this ability stretches. Does it affect you mental capacity? Can retain new information and skills like this? Does it wipe your memory of the feeling of dying? Can it still leave mental scarring or are they also cured from this power? So many questions so much I want to know. You right here might be the single most interesting person in the entire Wasteland. And I know some people, take that as a compliment."

 

I smiled widely and got caught up in the moment. This was brilliant news! "No, I was conscious the entire time. I can retain exactly what happened, though if I keep reverting I doubt I program new muscle memory. And thanks? Though if at all possible, keeping my head in one piece would be nice."

 

His ears perked up from the gunshot and he whirled around to see the red mare sporting a new headshot hole and dropping dead on the ground, with a bloody puddle behind her.

 

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!" He roared, taking out his shotgun and getting ready to ram the barrel into White's head.

 

He halted as the mare returned to life, rather painfully from the sound of her, and he was sent back a few hooves. He felt like he'd just been punched in the face.

 

"Count yourself fucking lucky," he snarled quietly, glaring ice cold daggers at White before holstering his shotgun. He walked over to the mare and looked closely at where she had been shot. "You alright?"

 

I almost laughed when Crackshot shouted, but stopped myself. Wait, does he actually care? "Yea, I'm fine. Apparently."

[Child Of Darkness 285]

@@Ethan Sawyer, "I can make no promises about your head being in one piece. Depends on the situation. I joke of course. I'm going to take every chance I can get to shoot you in the head. That might be a joke."

 

Turning back the direction of the bunker, White started walking again. "No more breaks from here. Start moving or you'll get left behind to die out here."

 

@, When returning from the mountains to the bunker, the little eyebot called EDEN spotted a very odd pony trying to get inside, a Stable Dweller was the conclusion EDEN came to about him due to the outfit. Security protocols of emergency lockdown on Master 16-Digit code was in place, but EDEN didn't know what to do at this point, so it decided to make itself known to the Dweller. EDEN hovered over behind the Dweller and made a series of mechanical beeps and static noises, saying something undecipherable.