open Fallout Equestria: Ground Zero [RP]

[notten1 18]

When I walking to that door to go see the new people, I considered actually riding along with them 'cause I'll need some escort, and maybe get some goods with 'em too. "Hiya people. I saw ya have just got he-" Great I look like an intruder, and they were looking at me curiosly, "Uh, my apologies, I'm Line Plucker. I'm a merchant that was ridin' through town lookin' fo' trade 'n transport. And from the looks of it you ponies seem to know how to use weapons." Now they're listening, great! I wonder if they have booze... "So yeah, I was wonderin' if ya wanted to partner up wit' eachother,... for Mutual bonuses." A charcoal looking pony looked at me with a subjective glance, "Well... if you're wondering what I sell, it's Ammo and food! Well, nothin' exlusive fo' Ammo, only got up to .223, but I'm goin' to go get mo' at the next shop I get to. As fo' food, I got Hay, Radigator, Radroach, basically stuff ya'll find on the wasteland. Speakin' of Which, why're ya lookin' at that Poster, you out on a bounty?" I got a stare from the two, Awkward... "So... whatcha think of my proposition?" My hooves begining to tremble when I saw the booze bottle on the floor, well, for that and that my entirety of my Wasteland life depends on... "So?"  ((Suri, Take if from here))

Edited March 24, 2014 by notten1

[Anneal 2,197]

((If anyone notices god-modding, please notify to me. I can't always be online.))

 

@@Charcoal Embers, @@notten1,

 

Anaphora nearly dropped her cowboy hat and her bounty poster when suddenly a pony came barging in. Her first impulse, obviously, was to draw out her pistol in reaction, until she heard what the pony had to say. When she realized the truth of the stallion, she sighed and lowered her pistol. Ugh, just another solicitor and intruder, Anaphora thought. The locks in this place are useless.

 

"I'm not looking to sell," Anaphora said in her regular tone, "If you're supposed to be a prospector, get out. You're depriving me of my privacy. Leave before I call the guards."

 

Anaphora stopped when the pony mentioned the bounty poster she was holding. "Uh...sharp eyes there. Yes indeed, I am searching for a stallion. I overheard he was worth three thousand caps; have you heard anything from him?" Anaphora lied. "Still, you're not going to impress my with your perceptual skill. Get out. Now."

[notten1 18]

"But..." Great, Now she hates me, what's next. a raider outside my door? Where's some booze? I walked over to the guy out front and said they've seen that mare seeming really entranced by that. Funny, since with the guy they want to kill, it'll take more than a Brahmin carrige and a 10mm Pistol. Wait, don't I have some 10's somewhere? Nevermind. I sunk further into my personal stash of Vodka I gotten from my Brahmin. "It's sad they ain't wanna do that, I'm a Merchant, I can get into places, I can talk to people. Why do I feel weird around them too. It feels as if I was supposed to tag along, may be why I had the idea in the first place." Some pony that looks like he knew this place passed my open door in my room,"Go to the Bar. You Drunk!" Did I mention he look mad? I yelled back in Drunken anger,"You go to the Ba-" My mind immediatly stuck onto something "They have a bar?!?!?!" I jumped up, almost at full gallop out the door and asked that Angry outside-of-my-door Stallion, "Where's the Bar?!" He replied in utter happiness, "DOWN THE HALL TO THE RIGHT, DRUNK!" How nice of him!, Anyways I got to the bar and it was amazing! A whole cabinet full of Wiskey! "Give me a Drink now, Ma'am!" The Bartender mare, sort of struck by me being estatic in an empty bar, Floated down a bottle of Whiskey and a Shot glass. "40 Caps, miss" I handed, 80 and said, "Double me up!" Then I started to get Drunk, a lot drunk...

 

Well that hurt as Hell. As much as I love that booze, it's a killer Hangover that ruins it. Anyways I lost 200 caps that day and have only 300 left to buy anymore supplies. Well, now that I think about it, I can tell that mare in that room that I had a Trade route there. And maybe hand some ammo over if need be, hell I've used some on occasion. On one point she might see me and shoot me, which wouldn't be nice. But hey let's give it a try. Huh, it seems that they're getting ready to go! Better hurry. "Hey guys! I just wanna tell you all that I was sorry for bein' an incovience, but I was still wonderin' if I can come with ya guys. I was wanted to tell ya that I can get you guys close to where ever he is, 'cause I've got routes everywhere, well not me. I work for a company that in turn works for to NER. Well, I can make it so whatever happens you guys I can help! I can get you to the gates and do tradin'. You guys can sneak in while I'm distractin' an' take you're shot, and if things went south, I can supply you guys with Ammo if need be. I can even get my old Huntin' rifle out again, but that thang ain't got no more ammo, so I gotta loot it somewhere or buy it. So whatcha think, you want some help? I'm here for the ride, and I won't cause any trouble. And even Tom ((Her Brahmin)) is nice, he won't bite. We come along, and we both benifit, So, whatcha think?" Oh god, please work!

Edited March 25, 2014 by notten1

[Guardian Braveheart 23]

*Ponk*

 

"Ouch," I said. That damn Talon just hit me on my head.

 

"Well, Talons already have a good reputation as mercs here. The least you can do it let me show what I can do. It's not like they were here when the fight was on..."

 

I then noted on what Bayron said. His stable is dying. In mere months, it will like Stable 15 all over again, except for the massacre there with the raiders. 

 

"Hey, Bayron," I called him. "I'm going to give you something for your Stable. Just let me download something on your Pipbuck."

 

At the sight of the Chanegling thrashing on the ground I couldn't help feeling out of placed.

 

"Umm, what  just happened?"

[Anon In Equestria 57]

Connor was staring at the changeling he seemed to be having a fit of some kind reminded him of the rookies that were in cryo back at base.

 

Connor groaned as the griffin pointed his revolver at his head intent on shooting him connor pushed the barrle away and stepped forward towards the changeling and grabbed his fore hooves and pinned them to the ground he then looked back to the group.

 

"Griffin you grab his hind legs we don't want him to hurt himself stable doc I need you to find some party time mentats his brain is trying to handle more than it can we need to give his brain a boost"

[Scribblegroove 565]

@, @@TheLineTrotter,  @, @, @@Guardian Braveheart

 

Neuro looked at the situation before him. The changeling was breaking down, the enclave was causing trouble again and the medic had angrily expressed himself... These ponies had nothing to do for him anymore.

 

"Well then... I suppose should take our leave now. Knight, Vincent, we are leaving. If you want your pay you'll have to come with me now." He declared. He then gestured Lon to follow him and simply walked out of the door, leaving the others to either follow or fall behind. His mind was already set on other things. He didn't care for the enclave, or the medic, or the changeling. He booted his Pip-buck. He tapped on its touch screen a few times, zooming in on the map as he walked. Automatically it planned out a route for them. It was almost a straight line through the wastes, with barely any obstructions in their path. He smiled. An easy trip, with this amount of firepower protecting him.

 

Lon followed Neuro through the door and immediately scanned the area for hostility. You couldn't be too careful. He also kept an eye on the ponies behind him, since he didn't know how well he could trust them yet.

[TheLineTrotter 100]

Vincent felt the gun pushed away,hearing the instructions. He had just ran over to pin the Changeling's legs down... when he heard the order from his new employer... and saw him walk right out the door... "Fuck..." He muttered to himself, thinking quickly. He could stay. He could help, and hold the Changeling down, do what he could to keep this creature, the last of his damn kind as far as he knew, alive... or he could go after the contract, earn his caps, and try not to think about what happened... "Fuck...Fuck fuck... erg, if any of you need anything, find me, i`ll try and help... and Bayron..." he turned to the medical pony, "I`m sorry about you Stable... if we meet again, I hope we can make... some kind of deal... I... I want to help..." He gave them all an apologetic look, before dashing out the door, after his contract... because he always completed his contract... 

@@Scribblegroove, @,  @@Guardian Braveheart,  @,   

[Anon In Equestria 57]

Connor looked ip to the griffin as he walked out the door

 

"You mercenary disgust me putting money over peoples lives your no better than a raiders"

 

Connor then reached into a small pouch on his armour and pulled out a syringe labelled sleeper and stabbed it into the changeling neck he then looked over to the stable pony that had tried to help him earlier

 

"Quick we need those party time mentats the sedative I gave him was only a half dose so that I didn't knock him out his brain will fry itself soon without the mentats"

[Anneal 2,197]

@@TheLineTrotter, @@Guardian Braveheart, 

 

((I'll try to guess what the downloading part is. Add more if you need to.))

 

I sat down in reassessment, viewing the group breaking down before me. "Yeah? If it's not an electrical chip, I don't want it. I need a complete model of one from another Stable, intact," I said. "We could always leave as a last resort, that's what the Overmare said, but most of the ponies are going to die. Stable 16 is our home. And even if we find a new one, the Stable ponies won't be able to deal with the hardships of the wastes. So that's why I'm here."

 

I then blinked at the Enclave pegasus. "Party Time...Mint-als?" I looked inside my saddlebags, finding a box of regular Mint-als; when I opened them up, it was unfortunately empty. "We don't have any Mint-als, let alone any 'Party Time' version of any. Are we supposed to be using this, anyway? It's an unknown substance, and while I know I used the Med-X syringes a few times already, that doesn't mean we should be using random objects. It's dangerous."

 

I saw Vincent, Neuro, and Lon leave, and just stood there, my hooves still in my saddlebags. Soon I was going to be left with the changeling and the Enclave pegasus...and knowing the pegasus's aggressiveness, he would surely kill both of us when they left. My anger returned, and I threw an empty bottle on the ground. "So you're leaving us behind?" I interrupted flatly. "Is that how you deal with other ponies? Fine, then. If you're looking for my acceptance, you're not getting anything. You're a bunch of shady ponies anyway; there's something seriously wrong with you two." 

 

Turning to Vincent and Knight, I moved towards the two as Neuro and Lon left. "Watch yourself," I warned them. "I don't like these ponies one bit. When they were negotiating, I felt that there was definitely something suspicious about them. I'll be heading to Defiance if you need me, possibly might be going north...heard about Stable 72. If it's inhabited as it says, I might be able to negotiate something out of them. It might take some days, maybe even weeks, but there's little option; the other Stables are farther away, and I don't know if they're abandoned or infested or anything. I thank you both for helping, but it looks like we have to part ways."

 

I returned to the Enclave pegasus, sadly telling him the truth. "Sorry, but I don't have anything that can stop his hallucinations. I can't deal with mental or psychological issues. If you need help, you got to go to a real doctor. Not me."

Edited March 25, 2014 by Late Suri Polomare

[Anon In Equestria 57]

Connor groaned as the doc told him about the fact he had no mentats.

 

Damn he isn't gonna last long unless we help him have you got any thing that could enhance his mental capabilities his mind is processing to much we need to give his mind a boost and we need to do it fast"

[Charcoal Embers 169]

@, @@notten1,

 

As the two ponies conversed with whatever it was they were talking about, something about a bounty, Charcoal was slowly migrating away from the two of them to giver herself space to think. She wasn't exactly a bit fan of being around ponies and usually chose to be alone if she had the choice. She began thinking about how she could possibly escape. Simply running is out because of the collar so that's out. And I am not that great with explosives or wiring either, so that's a big no. I may be able to break it with the right tools, but I would need to find the tools first for that. Charcoal thought to herself as she sat down. She wasn't really liking her options.

[Anneal 2,197]

@@Charcoal Embers, @@notten1,

 

((The Legion doesn't exist yet. It's 2208/2209, so there are going to be very different factions, such as the Berry Family, Orange Family, Survivalists, and Technophiles. The Legion doesn't appear until 2247. Also, I don't think the night has passed yet.))

 

When the sky started to darken, turning into a dim red and then to darkness, Anaphora turned back to her bounty letter, examining her own. The drunk merchant didn't notice my face, Anaphora thought. That was a close one. Celestia damn it, if I wasn't such a small target compared to that red stallion everypony's trying to kill, I would have been captured or killed, just like that. "We're going to be leaving at four in the morning," Anaphora reminded, rolling up her bounty poster. "I don't like this place very much. Several mercenaries and bounty hunters around here. If they see me, I'm going to die...and don't think you're going to be safe either. Your collar is going to be activated if I die along with my detonator."

 

Anaphora pulled out a paper map, spreading it out on the floor next to the dark mare and drawing on the map. "So, miss, we're going to heading northeast of here, eight four kilometers (about 52 miles) from here, to Cobbler. That's about thirteen hours with the carriage. We could probably sell the brahmin first, then if we're fast enough, that will be four hours...either way, that's enough to get there before the sun goes down tomorrow. We're not carrying much anyway, and I don't think we would be taking up any more ponies on the road."

 

Before Anaphora could finish her calculations, the merchant barged in once again, nearly frightening the mare. Sweet Luna, it's that crazy alcoholic again. "What in the Goddesses do you want?" Anaphora asked. "Second time already. This time, I'm really calling the guards—"

 

When the merchant cleared up everything, Anaphora backed down. So he's part of the Stable-Trail Caravan. It's been part of the New Equestrian Republic since 2162... Anaphora recalled. Then there's the other merchant houses like the Gun Gallopers, Water Siphoners, and some of the merchant hubs back at Hoofington. Maybe this merchant can help us get out of here. "Fine," Anaphora reluctantly answered. "We're leaving at dawn in a few hours, heading down the Highway Route 84, northward, if you don't mind. We're selling off our brahmin, and stopping at Cobbler. I heard there's some traffic around there, since it meets up with the Long 77 Highway. so it might be good for traders like you. As for the brahmin, we can split the money, buy some ammo, maybe a new weapon for the two of us. The bla—she needs a new pistol, and with our money, at least a 9mm pistol or something. Sure you want to go with us?"

Edited March 26, 2014 by Late Suri Polomare

[Charcoal Embers 169]

@, @@notten1,

 

Charcoal just kept quiet and kept to herself. She didn't want to say something that she would regret. But a 9mm pistol would definitely be helpful. And if she played her cards right she might be able to get out of this without getting her head blown off.

[notten1 18]

"I sure do! But wait, I gotta sell Tom? Huh, He has been with me for a while. I actually have some friends that got a tradin' post on the highway, so I may be able to let them hang onto 'im. Oh, don't worry, I got some caps on me, I got 300 caps to buy goods and buyin' a gun might help" I was still estatic at the reaction! She said that I could come with her. Then I noticed the Bla- Charcoal lookin' down and away. "Is there somethin' wrong wi-" Then my eyes darted towards her Collar, my emotions went up in a bawl. To remember what they did to me at that horrid Slave camp. "You were a slave?" Nearly tearing up, trying to hold emotion. "Did they do anything to you? Did they hurt you? Did they-" Then I thought of the other mare, I had a sinking suspicion that this mare that she's with, helped her in a way that let her escape or something. "Are you looking to get that off?" ((<--Question of Charcoal Embers)), "I bet we can find a person that can disarm it. Ya' know there might be some NER Soldiers that might help, if they are good enough at least. At least I" I immediatly felt broken feeling the emotions of the past. I just slowly walked out the door crying, feeling pained to see someone like that. That is the reason I wanted to become a Trader, so help people that are stuck in these places, to let them have supplies so they won't have to be slaves. I hate slavers, but want to help these people more.

 

After I cleared that up a few minutes later, I went up to the Mare who I presumed to be the leader and said, " *Sniffle* I'm in"

[Anneal 2,197]

@@Charcoal Embers, @@notten1,

 

Anaphora blinked. "Uh, I meant my own brahmin carriage, not yours. I bought it off in Highland for a good seven hundred caps. Perhaps I can sell it for a thousand or so. After all, we're going to be sharing a carriage with each other, so it shouldn't be much of a problem. Just don't buy anything too expensive. My friend gets a bit hot-blooded when she's holding a submachine gun."
 

When the merchant mentioned the slave collar, however, Anaphora stopped cold. Shit, the scarf didn't cover that up? Her mind began racing quickly, feeling the collar detonator in her shirt pocket, touching the button. She felt her heart race quickly, glancing at her gun...until the merchant failed to piece two and two together.

 

Quickly finding some kind of excuse, Anaphora added with the first thing she had in her mind, "Yes – I found her not far west from New Appleloosa, with a slaver who was called Vincent Stormwalker, a white earth pony of sorts, chasing her and threatening to blow up her collar. Thankfully I intercepted the cursed slaver at the time and shot him right in the head with my trusty Caledonian 10mm service pistol. His head exploded like how a pony squishes a radroach, and he died there, limply, with blood on the ground. While I couldn't directly take off the explosive slave collar without killing the both of us, I simply deactivated the collar with the controller. So far, I've been trying to find a repairs-pony who could take off the collar without threaten her life. So there's you go, and that explains why she is with me."

 

Anaphora gasped for her, looking at the black mare. Thank the Princesses the mare's still drunk, otherwise she would have found out, Anaphora thought. The merchant mare suddenly burst into tears, and Anaphora tried to quickly change the subject. "What's...what's wrong?" she asked. 

[notten1 18]

"I was one, I used to be a slave. I was *sniffle* raped, beaten, and abused. I was a slave for most of my childhood, I hated it. Though I remember I was part of a Trader caravan my Ma and Pa were at *sniffle*. I remember the day that my Pa got killed tryin' to protect everyone, and I remember all the other Stallions dyin' too. I remember when they took us, banded us in Boom Collars and traded us like Brahmin. I was just a Filly!" I can barely hold it in, and while I try to express my past. I noticed a Certain look in that Mares Eyes."They used my mother! They took her and when she refused to have sex with them, they killed her! In Front of me!!" Calm down Line, you're gonna be fine, it's not gonna happen again to you. "*Sigh* Anyways, when I was old enough and when I began to know my captors, I went into a... session with a stallion. I did my stuff, and he fell asleep. I found a guitar on the wall of his shack, I sat over and tried to play it. In minutes, I turned into a professional and got my cutie mark..." I hate this part "as part of the rules of our captors, when a filly gets a Cutie mark, she get's a Brand on her flank to mark her. I had a guitar with a pick on it... it was beautiful, I never heard anything and felt anything better in my little life. After that session, I immediatly wanted to leave. In another session with the same Stallion, I slipped ectasy into his mouth while our actions, and convinced him to take off my Boom Collar. He simply wanted me to give me to him, but I pulled a shotgun from under his bed and blew his head off. He deserved it. After that I ran. I ran as much as I could. When they couldn't find me, I started to try to find a town. When I went to a town I lost the name of, I became a bartender, and I admit I got into my drinks *giggle* but man did I love that stuff. I stopped me from remembering the bad times of Childhood. After the owner found the Bartender drinking his booze, he kicked me out. While I was wondering the roads, looking for the next town. I was found by a group of people, they said they were merchants." Brandishing my Papers in Brag "I wanted to become one, become what my parents were, at least what they were before the day, But I wanted to help people as they did. They welcomed me in, gave me food, water, and a Job as a Merchant. But Days grew long, and as so, people slowly went away. Some moved to the new Trading posts in different Cities, other's made a Trading post on the Highways and I was alone... I came back to this town to try to find some purpose in my calling again." Suddenly realizing how the collar worked, and knowing who could do it "Hey I think I know someone that can help get that Bomb of that Shy Gal, Wanna try, She was someone elses slave, right?"((I have 9 Charima, 7 Intelligence and 6 Perception)) I did so, so I could tell the character in that moment, to see if she could be lying. But that can't be, she looks so determined and stuff...

Edited March 25, 2014 by notten1

[Anneal 2,197]

@@Charcoal Embers, @@notten1, @@TheLineTrotter, (mention)

 

Anaphora stood back in surprise and in shock. "I see. That's a dark and tragic chapter in your life most ponies would want to seal from their minds," Anaphora sympathized, patting the mare with her hoof and letting go of the collar detonator. "But I think that each individual life is like an endless book. While some pages can be downright ugly, others can brighten our day – a few bad pages never ruined a masterpiece before. And...and all ponies aren't bad. Even slavers. There might be, just might, be some good ones out there. Maybe slavery could be considered morally wrong, but it's the wasteland. It changes ponies, sometimes for the worst." 

 

Anaphora took a short look at the black mare (Charcoal) and back. That is some twisted mind those barbarians have, she thought. Even I won't do such a horrible thing. Enslave foals and take advantage of them? That is the sickest thing I have ever heard. She turned sideways against the mare showed the merchant, who she didn't think she was all that drunk anymore, her own cutie mark: a stamp and inkpad. "Now for my cutie mark's story. When I was eleven out in the wasteland, I was out selling for some stuff I scavenged from the city. A griffon friend of mine and I taught each other how to read and write, and soon I started reading those old business books I found in the commercial buildings and libraries. Kind of became part of the upkeep for our family, learning how to trade for a profit and persuading ponies to do as you say. Back to the day I got my cutie mark, I was selling a bunch of scrap, and used my skills to get off at a good price, and at the end of the day, I trotted with my head high with a bag of bottle caps and something new on my flank."

 

Griffon "friend". Wonder if he still remembers me. He used to lecture me on how I was being too cheap and greedy, and tried to sway me to get into the mercenary business. Never liked it, anyway... Anaphora was shot back to reality. She commented from the mention of stallions, "Actually, I used to have a marefriend before. I was fourteen back then, so we didn't really do anything but meet in secret and the occasional kiss. I don't know if I like mares or stallions now, or both. I tend not to get myself too involved with either relationship."

 

When the merchant mare mentioned the black mare's collar again, Anaphora stopped her. "I don't think you should be trying to mess with explosive equipment without the right know-how. It's dangerous, and you can end up killing her and possibly yourself. Just hold it up for now; it's deactivated, so it shouldn't be a problem unless someone tries to mess with it. I've seen escaped slaves try to take off the collar by themselves out in the wasteland...it gets nasty and horrible."

[notten1 18]

"Yeah, I getcha, but that's what I wanna do in this world. I wanna be a good person, someone that can help someone in need." I really need a drink now, this got really depressing. "I just want to help all ponies, zebra and griffon alike. The only thing is, I-" My Eyes widened. "I remember when readin' a book from a trade I made on Pychology that said that if a pony is shifting something off topic, it means that it's sensitive, and also said that if about a hard event, there should be emotion. And I've been watchin' your eyes the entire time, and when" Walking up with nonviolent Swagger" I talked about Charcoal here" Gesturing to Charcoal ", you seem to act as if you lost a secret." I stared at her of a few moments, then jumping into normal happy manner "But anyways, I wanted to say that it'll be a nice time goin' with you guys, and are you sure about not wantin' to find a Bomb Disarmer? If I were her I woulda. In case, why don't I say hi to 'er" Looking to Charcoal "Hi there! My name's Line!" 

[Guardian Braveheart 23]

"Oh, it's much more better than that," I said.

 

As the download is complete, I looked back at the one I contracted with to be a Hired gun.

 

"Just give me a minute," I told him.

 

"I downloaded Schematics on a new electric chip, like you wanted. Being a technician, I need to have back-up files of everything in the Stable. Also, some plans for making an underground farm, reverse engineered solar emitters in the Stable, and Solar Array for more than one source of energy. Yes, it's mostly cloudy, but rare cases, there will be some sun. For the farm, I suggest doing that as stockpile in case the Stable runs out of food. Oh, ans if you need to move Stables, Stable 15 is open, since everyone there is already dead. We have a really huge living quarters there. Only problem is, if you want to get there, you need to climb a huge mountain. But If you're interested, just let me know. OK?"

 

After that, I left him. I just hope that Changeling will be alright. Although...

 

"Hey, Renatus, Want to tag along with me?" I asked him. Oh wait, he's there jerking like a mad pony. Fuck. Oh well, better carry him and hope there's a better doctor in Defiance

 

I followed the group just a little behind. My guns aren't built for close range. They are more effective when afar.

 

((I can't explain fully what Stable 15 is, but that's just a little info. I was planning to add that in a chapter in my book.))

[Charcoal Embers 169]

@@notten1, @,

 

Charcoal listened to both sides of the story with raped interest. Cutie mark stories were always so interesting. She looked back at her own flank and sighed when all she saw was a dashite symbol. She missed her cutie mark.

 

When Line approached her she looked at her in surprise. "Um... h-hey..."

 

((Sorry, in a hurry right now. Also, I don't think Charcoal's name has been said.))

[notten1 18]

@Charcoal Embers @Late Suri Polomare

((She guessed 'cause she has that coloring and Anaphora said so too))

 

"Well how're you doin'! I wanna see if ya wanted to get a Drink or somethin', to talk about some stories or somethin'." I really wanted to know how was up with that girl. I really sympathized with her, I also wanted to know how or why she is here. Not 'cause I'm careful, but to know her and to have fun! I looked at Anaphora, "Wanna get a Drink to? I got some booze on me, if ya don't wanna buy it from the bar" I was close to almost figuring out everything I needed to know, but one thing stuck out. That Charcoal pony, dosen't have a cutie mark. I looked at her with eyes of sorrow, "Miss your cutie mark, don't ya. I know I do" I know my cutie mark is gone, but I know I'm still me. "don't worry, I ain't a bad one. I'm here to help both ya'll. So you wanna get some Drink? It's on me!"

Edited March 25, 2014 by notten1

[Scribblegroove 565]

@TheLineTrotter @Guardian Braveheart

 

Neuro walked right behind Lon, who was constantly checking for any trouble up ahead on the road. This was nescesary, since Neuro was not paying attention anyway. He was looking at his two new employees. He inspected them carefully as they walked.

 

"I suppose we do not have much to do at the moment anyway... Why don't the two of you tell me something about yourselves. I'll learn something about the wasteland if I hear stories about it first hoof..." He asked the unicorn and the gryffon. He hoped to learn something more about their specialties as well. That would be useful.

 

 

He then remembered the medic. He had hoped he tagged along, but it seemed he was not interested. Perhaps they would walk into each other in Defiance. Neuro could propose a coöperation there. He liked having a conversation with a bright mind. Lon was intelligent, but he didn't think like Neuro did. Perhaps this medic would saturate his hunger for smart talk.

Edited March 25, 2014 by Scribblegroove

[TheLineTrotter 100]

Vincent blinked, seeing Knight carrying the spasming Changeling. It was surpriseing, but he was a little happy to see he'd still be able to help, even though he'd left the group. He thought a moment, quickly digging into his satchel while he walked and pulling out a packet of mentats. He'd just looted a bunch of raider corpses in what was presumably a drug den, so he had a couple packets. With some difficulty, he managed to force the changeling to take and swallow two of them. The Enclave pony from before had said they needed party-time mentants, but he didn't see why. After all, Party time mentats just improved how adept you were socially. If it was true the Changeling's mind was just having difficulties processing a ton of information, the mentats should help just as much.

 

He then returned his attention to walking and keeping his eye out for any sign of an ambush. They'd just cleared out a Raider den, but it was entirely possible that a segment of the group had been out raiding in the Wasteland at the time, and they could always run into eachother... it also helped him distract himself from feeling shitty for leaving the group back there. After all, Bayron seemed like he'd really needed help with his Vault... and he'd just left.

 

Suddenly, he was asked to tell something about him. He blinked, trying to think of something he could say. Should he mention where he grew up? That wasn't really relevant... and he had mostly traveled around... family? He couldn't even remember his real family, and admitting he'd been practically  raised by ponies wouldv'e made him feel odd... he supposed, since it seemed this Neuro was a pony of intellect... "Well, I read alot... history mostly." He said simply as they walked.

 

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[Anon In Equestria 57]

Connor followed the group as they left the building was a little bit behind them but he was within talking distance.

 

The medic had given the changeling some mentats and the changeling started to relax connor checked his rifle making sure it wasn't jammed or out of ammo just in case the changeling woke up and decided to... Well to do what a changeling does.

[Blacklight 118]

After what seemed like an eternity, Renatus could feel the screams steadily decreasing, until his mind finally grew quiet. Though as the screams died, two fleding memories passed. In one he could see himself tried on some sort of table that was under the glare of blinding lights as a pain corused though his entire body, glancing to one side as mare stood though a pane of glass, passively watching. Rarity...he realized, identifying the mare as the second memory passed. The other was of symbol...though he couldn't identify from what. As the final memory passed, his body grew limp and his breathing turned into that of a soft panting. What did I see? Was his final thought as he lost conscious.