FoE PNP G-Platypus Session 30

[18:04] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  *****G-Platypus: The City of Broad Withers - Session 30*****
[18:04] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  Carrion.
[18:05] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  The dead and decaying flesh of an animal.
[18:05] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  In the wasteland, all you are is living meat until your dead meat.
[18:05] <Mister_Clacky|GM> Meat to be sold.
[18:05] <Mister_Clacky|GM> Meat to be taken.
[18:06] <Mister_Clacky|GM> Meat to be enjoyed.
[18:06] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  Just. Meat.
[18:06] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  Our wastelanders are surrounded by just that.
[18:06] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  Meat.
[18:06] <Mister_Clacky|GM> *****Session Start*****
[18:08] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  Our wastelanders stand in the basement lair of Hack, who is simultaniously laying on the ground and decorating the ceiling. They are surrounded by chained slaves, living and dead, slavers, dead, and their own friends... living and dead.
[18:09] * Blackberry_Jam looks between Scrap's head and body, mentally debating whether or not it's worth re-attaching it... She -does- however, collect the whip and stash it away. "Thunder... North... get those collars off, and get those slaves out of here."
[18:09] * North_Star lowers his weapon. He had seen ponies die before. He had seen companions and friends die before. Yet, there was something about Scrap's demise that left him shaken. North sat down and rested his face in his forehooves. "Give me a second..." He muttered past them.
[18:14] * Snack_Cake is feeling pretty horrible right now. Those ponies... they did something unforgiveable! They hurt her friends...
[18:14] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  There were 2 dozen slaves in total. Three in explosive collars. Four slaves in totall collapsed after being eletrocuted by the shockwolves' demise. A closer look shows the three with collars are among the four downed.
[18:17] * North_Star takes a deep sigh before standing up and approaching the deceased, rummaging through Hack's belongings first.
[18:17] * Blackberry_Jam looks at North_Star, putting a hoof in front of him. "No.
[18:17] <~Blackberry_Jam> "
[18:18] * North_Star looks at Blackberry_Jam, "He might have a key to these collars on him."
[18:19] * Blackberry_Jam lowers her hoof. "Nothing else."
[18:19] * North_Star pokes through Hack's pockets for a set of keys.
[18:20] * Thunder_Strike was used to seeing her friends die by the hooves of slavers. But scrap's death was different. He was the only other Pegasus she had ever seen. With him gone she feels that she is the last of her race and it hits her hard. She sits down staring at his headless body trying to conpose herself. "I..I'll see... What I can do. Just give me a moment."
[18:20] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  Hack does indeed find a keyring. It has the same keys he recalls from the first guard, as well as a pair of more intricate keys.
[18:21] * North_Star takes the keys, and steps away from the corpse, looking down at the body of Scrap, contemplating.
[18:22] * Blackberry_Jam looks down at Scrap's corpse too. "It's not going to be easy getting him out of here..."
[18:23] * North_Star nods. "Kid deserves it, though..." He stated. "If anything, let's get his things outta here. Don't want one of those bastards getting a hold of it..."
[18:24] * Blackberry_Jam starts removing Scrap's barding and bags. "I'll carry him."
[18:25] * Snack_Cake needs a few moments. She... can't watch this. She puts her radio on, and starts to head back to Fern and her mother. Something calming... please...
[18:25] * North_Star nods, offering a hoof. "I'll take hold his things, then. Don't want you slowed down."
[18:26] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  There is static for a bit on the radio, then the clack of drumsticks. "Let the bodies hit the floor, let the bodies hit the floor let the bodies..."
[18:27] * Blackberry_Jam nods. She empties one of Scrap's saddle bags and -carefully- puts his... head in one of the bags.
[18:28] * Thunder_Strike stands up. And walks towards Blackberry_Jam. "I think his armor would suit me best. I think he'd want me to have it." She says finally getting ahold of herself.
[18:28] * Blackberry_Jam hoofs it to her, not objecting. "He'd like knowing that he was keeping you safe, even in death." She says, slipping the bag over he shoulder.
[18:30] * Snack_Cake turns the radio off. That triggered the tears full-force. She makes her way to Fern and just... sits down and hugs the filly.
[18:32] * Thunder_Strike nods. "Indeed he would." She says then taking his armor. "Thank you scrap." She says quietly.
[18:32] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  Arbor and Fern sit inside their room. Arbor is shielding the filly until she sees you enter, having been unsure who won. She makes as if to speak, but sees the tears and holds her tongue.
[18:32] * North_Star gathers Scrap's belongings. Picking up the .44 from earlier. "..Thanks, Kid. I.. Won't be too close behind ya." That was the best he could muster. Holstering the revolver, he tucked away the rest of his belongings. The weapons, the armor he could carry, one stuffed Timberwolf, his Sparkle~Cola, anything else that seemed important.
[18:32] * Blackberry_Jam looks up from wrapping the body, at North_Star again. She looks him in the eye "Don't you dare."
[18:34] * North_Star huffs as he settles his heavy-as-fuck satchel on his back. "Scrap wouldn't like it if I didn't come back with a story to tell." He said, plainly, before taking his keys and getting to work on the collared slaves.
[18:35] * Blackberry_Jam looks to Thunder_Strike one more time. "Hey, Thunder, help get him on my back." She says, having wrapped the body in Scrap's old cloak and rags.
[18:36] * Thunder_Strike nods to Blackberry_Jam then assist whomever in putting his body onto Blackberry_Jam's back
[18:36] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  The slaves are all weak from abuse and malnourishment. However, these slaves appear to have some fight left in them, two of the quartet that were electecuted still seem to be breathing.
[18:37] * Snack_Cake takes comfort in Fern and Arbor's presence. She takes out one of her zebra cakes, and splits it in half to share with Fern.
[18:39] * Blackberry_Jam shifts the weight on her back, getting used to it. She turns to the slaves. "Can any of you tell me where the broadcasting room is?"
[18:41] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  one of the slaves pipes up. "At the base of the tower, topside."
[18:42] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  Fern takes the offered cake. She raises her hoof and wipes away one of Snack_Cake's many tears. "It'll be okay, sweet lady."
[18:42] * Blackberry_Jam nods, with a smile. "Thanks. Now, you all hang tight until you hear the broadcast, okay?"
[18:43] * Snack_Cake gives a little smile... She mutters, "Thank you..." After a few moments, she adds, for Arbor, "He won't hurt you any more."
[18:44] * North_Star rolls his shoulder. His pack was on the heavy side. Then he got an idea, he turned to the slaves. "How many of y'all can I trust with a gun?"
[18:44] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  There's another explosion rumbling from above. The blasts are coming much farther apart, though that could mean anything for the state of Topside.
[18:50] * Blackberry_Jam looks at the group. "I'm not going to make any of you come with me, but I'm going to that radio station to get the word out to the slaves. If you want to, follow me."
[18:50] * North_Star looked up at the explosion interuppting his question. "You'd think a distraction would just use one or two explosions." He noted. "Maybe she's in over her head up there.."
[18:51] * North_Star then looked to Blackberry_Jam. "You're sure as hell not going out there alone, Jam."
[18:54] * Blackberry_Jam starts trotting. "Then get those slaves some guns and let's go. We're tearing this place down."
[18:55] * Thunder_Strike starts putting on scraps old armor while the other do what they're doing.
[18:58] * Blackberry_Jam puts the whip grip in her mouth mid-stride.
[19:00] * Thunder_Strike catches up to the group and says, "demo time?" She asks Blackberry_Jam
[19:00] * Blackberry_Jam shakes her head, not saying anything with the grip in her mouth.
[19:07] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  The slave seem hesitent to take weapons and join 'The Uprising'.
[19:07] <Mister_Clacky|GM> Slave/s/
[19:08] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  Blackberry_Jam passes the door into the pens and passes into the hallway, it T's off ahead. The left side going to Hack's office, the right to where they came from.
[19:08] * Blackberry_Jam takes a right.
[19:08] * North_Star gives some comforting words of advice on firearm handling to those who take it before stopping Thunder_Strike with the butt of his own rifle. "Do me a favor, stay here with Snacky." He says, "She could use a friend, right now."
[19:11] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  Arbor and Fern remain with Snack_Cake, the group taking mutual comfort in each other.
[19:12] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  As Blackberry_Jam nears the room they first ambushed the slavers in, she spots movement. The Slaver they let run is just finishing stuffing his pockets with anything that was still on his old comrades.
[19:13] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  He spots her, and bolts out the door, only to slump to the ground as a pistol shot rings out and a spray of blood erupts from his temple.
[19:13] * Blackberry_Jam looks at him, Hack's whip in her mouth. Then she watches him die. "Whosh there?" She asks around the whip.
[19:16] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  A lithe form slips from the darkness into the doorframe. A similar coloring to Blackberry_Jam, but purple on grey.
[19:17] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  The similarity ends there, as bladed batwings open slightly.
[19:17] * Blackberry_Jam cocks a brow. "If you're a slaver," She says, removing the whip from her mouth, "You might as well turn around."
[19:22] <Golden_Eye> "You're Blackberry_Jam I take it?"
[19:22] * Blackberry_Jam tips her head, reaching for the whip again. "Back off."
[19:23] * North_Star hears Blackberry_Jam shouting down the hall and rushes over to assist her*
[19:23] <Golden_Eye> "Toil sent me to assist you."
[19:24] * Blackberry_Jam totally wasn't shouting at all. "Well, you can go back up, then. We don't need any help." She says, trotting past him.
[19:25] * North_Star slid onto the scene, revolver drawn, only to realize that nopony was shooting.
[19:26] <Golden_Eye> His eyes are obscured by tinted goggles. "Can you fight a large mob of slavers? Or would rather get assistance from somepony that knows the situation and can help guide you?"
[19:26] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  Down in the pens, Fern looks up to Thunder_Strike and Snack_Cake. "C-can we go now?" Her lip quivers.
[19:26] * Blackberry_Jam does a little flourish with the whip. "I think I can handle myself. If you really want to help, you can get all those slaves out of their pens and out through the tunnel."
[19:28] * Snack_Cake gives Fern a little hug, and nods. "Yeah... we should get going..." She stands back up and heads back out to the others... only to be very surprised to see Blackberry_Jam and North_Star missing.
[19:28] * Golden_Eye begins walking toward the where the slaves are. "As you wish."
[19:29] * North_Star stands in the way of the stallion, judging him for a moment. "How do I know we can trust you, Stranger?"
[19:29] * Blackberry_Jam trots past, to the surface, to the broadcast tower.
[19:30] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  Blackberry_Jam makes it to where they popped in, after a bit further she comes to a four-way intersection. There is no clear indication which way to go to head up.
[19:31] * Blackberry_Jam heads straight ahead. Call it mare's intuition.
[19:31] <Golden_Eye> "And, what showing would be satisfactory to you? Perhaps some info, we've managed to keep them off balance, however they're begining to reoganize and will likely mount a counter offensive soon."
[19:33] * Snack_Cake looks to Thunder_Strike. "Where did they go!? We... have to help them!"
[19:34] * North_Star continues to eye the stallion. "Good enough. For now." He said, brushing past the batpony to join Blackberry_Jam. "Watch yourself, though."
[19:35] * Golden_Eye nods and continues on, reloading his revolver.
[19:36] * Blackberry_Jam looks at North_Star over her shoulder, but says nothing.
[19:37] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  Blackberry_Jam can start to hear voices down the hall. "...ight, boys. The Mistress wants that upstart dead before Butcher gets here. Set up the MGs here, keep your fields of fire clear. When we get the signal, stay in cover best you can, watch each other's backs, and kill /everything/."
[19:38] * Blackberry_Jam stops the lawpony with an outstreched hoof. "Turn around. Sever's ponies are here."
[19:39] * North_Star sighs. "Shit.. What if we said Hack's pushin' up dandilions?"
[19:39] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  Thunder_Strike heads up to the T, looking around she spots the rest of the group just past the guard room. She motions Snack_Cake forward with the slaves.
[19:41] * Snack_Cake nods toward Thunder_Strike, and heads toward her. She has to be strong. Her friends are counting on her!
[19:41] * Blackberry_Jam shakes her head. "No. If they find out we're still alive, they'll pass it around and blow our cover. Let's backtrack."
[19:42] * North_Star nods, leading the way back*
[19:43] * Blackberry_Jam arrives at the four way intersection and takes a left this time.
[19:51] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  A sort way down that fork is a heavy, closed door.
[19:52] * North_Star huffs, "Should I grab Thunder?
[19:53] * Snack_Cake follows Thunder_Strike as she leads the way to where Blackberry_Jam and North_Star went. She has her pistol in her mouth, determined to help now more than ever.
[19:53] * Blackberry_Jam shrugs, turning around and heading down the last path, to at least see what's down there.
[19:54] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  The last path leads to a stairwell. It goes up and down.
[19:56] * Blackberry_Jam trots slowly forward. This looks like the place...
[19:57] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  Just up the stairwell is a stallion hunched over something he is fiddling with. His barding is festooned in grenades.
[19:59] * Blackberry_Jam drops the whips and raises her shotgun. "Freeze!"
[20:00] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  The unicorn stallion whips his head up. Staring at Blackberry_Jam
[20:00] * Blackberry_Jam lifts her weapon to point it at his face. "Hooves up. Now."
[20:01] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  Thunder_Strike and Snack_Cake  arrive... with all the slaves in tow, in the guard room. North_Star is visible just ahead in the fourway intersection with a new pony.
[20:01] <~Blackberry_Jam> "Any tricks with that horn and I'll blow it off."
[20:01] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  The unicorn looks down at his hooves fetlock deep in the innards of a large explosive device. "Don't think you /really/ want me to do that, Darling."
[20:02] * Blackberry_Jam blinks. "Who are you?"
[20:03] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  "Cordex, and if you shot me, it ends bad for all of us... well... at least me and you."
[20:05] * Blackberry_Jam lowers her weapon a little. "Are you with Hack?"
[20:05] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  "Are you?"
[20:06] * Blackberry_Jam shakes her head. "Oh no, you first."
[20:06] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  "No. I'm not."
[20:07] <~Blackberry_Jam> "Neither am I." She nods to the whip she dropped. "He's dead."
[20:09] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  The stallion looks up at you and down at the explosive. "Listen, I like being alive, I'm assuming you like the same, yes?"
[20:09] * Blackberry_Jam gives a nod.
[20:10] * Snack_Cake heads down the hallway toward North_Star, with Thunder_Strike and the slaves in tow. When she reaches him, she gives him a nudge to let him know she's there.
[20:11] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  I'm currently holding down some very delicate explodey bits. If you shoot me they go off. When I blow this stairwell, an assault team is going to wipe this place clean. /Completely/ clean. You turn around, I'll give you five minutes before I blow it."
[20:11] * Thunder_Strike is completely out of it. She is in a trance like state following Snack_Cake
[20:11] * North_Star looks down at the arrival of Snack_Cake. "Going along for the ride, Cap?"
[20:12] * Golden_Eye stands to the side, keeping an eye on the hallways.
[20:13] * Blackberry_Jam tips her head, contemplating her options. "You can call off your team. There's nothing for them down there."
[20:13] * Blackberry_Jam also has a headless corpse on her back, if that matters at all.
[20:14] * Snack_Cake takes a moment to realize what North_Star is asking, but when she does, she nods at him.
[20:15] * North_Star nods, giving the mare a pat on the back.
[20:16] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  The stallion contemplates a moment. He apparently doesn't know Hack well enough to recognize him without his head. "They won't call it off. You can shoot me and we both go up and then they sweep through to keep this quiet, or you can get out while you can."
[20:17] * Blackberry_Jam has -Scrap's- headless corpse on her back.
[20:17] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  The stallion definately doesn't know that headless corpse then.
[20:18] * Blackberry_Jam glares at him.
[20:18] <~Blackberry_Jam> "I don't want to shoot you. I want you to get out of my way. Think you can do that?"
[20:19] * Mister_Clacky|GM gets a wicked smirk. "Sure, you want to walk up there, by all means. Just don't bump me, It might go off. Have /fun/ up there."
[20:20] * Blackberry_Jam keeps glaring. "What's up there? More of Sever's goons like you?"
[20:21] * North_Star looks down the corrider. He could've sworn he heard conversation. "Stay here, Snacky." He instructed as he went down the way after Blackberry_Jam.
[20:22] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  "Oh no. Not like me." He's sweating a bit.
[20:23] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  Fern starts crying from back in the guardroom with the corpses. Arbor shushes here. The rest of the slaves look around nervously, trying to hide within themselves as they mill around.
[20:24] * Blackberry_Jam huffs. "Give us ten minutes, then you can have fun shooting nothing." She says, turning around and taking off as fast as she can with the whip and Scrap weighing her down. She passes North_Star. "Let's get out of here. This place is going to get really hot really soon.
[20:25] * Snack_Cake glances back toward the guardroom, waiting for North_Star to talk some sense into Blackberry_Jam.
[20:25] * North_Star sighs again. "Alright. Lead on."
[20:26] * Blackberry_Jam does so, back through the room with the guards. She shouts "Everypony, follow me! Now!"
[20:28] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  The slaves, used to taking orders, snap to and follow.
[20:30] * Golden_Eye waits for the others to begin following before bringing up the rear and keeping watch to see if they're followed, keeping to the shadows as much as he can.
[20:30] * Snack_Cake makes her way behind Blackberry_Jam, glad they're finally getting out of there!
[20:31] * Blackberry_Jam barrels towards Hack's quarters.
[20:32] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  Hack's quarters are locked, there is an intricate lock on the side that seems to match one of the unique keys on his personal ring.
[20:33] * Blackberry_Jam skids to a halt, frowning. "Who's got the keys?"
[20:33] * North_Star walks up to Blackberry_Jam and hands her the keys.
[20:34] * Blackberry_Jam unlocks it, bursting in without hesitation. She just wanted to get out, and get out now.
[20:35] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  Hack's office is opulent. The first thing you notice when you enter is the bigger than life portrait of him on the wall opposite the door. In the picture, his hooves and chest are larger, more masculine and accentuated. The eyes follow you whichever way you look at them, and his muzzle is turned up in a smooth, manipulative smirk.
[20:36] * North_Star walks in after Blackberry_Jam. "If only I had a little shine left..." He muttered, thinking about torching said portrait.
[20:37] * Blackberry_Jam flicks out her lighter and casually sets fire to the portait. "I'm not sure which bothers me more... this room, or that smile."
[20:37] * North_Star sets off on a quick search of any vaulables, unless Berry objects.
[20:37] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  There is a desk and terminal, as well as a large fourposter bed in the corner. Long silk bindings tied to the corner.
[20:38] * Snack_Cake is definitely uneasy over being in this room.
[20:38] * Blackberry_Jam doesn't care anymore. She would, but she just wants out. She slides behind the terminal and takes a look.
[20:39] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  Thunder_Strike, hoving in the air, can see on top of the bed's canopy. There is a small box hiddenup there.
[20:41] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  The terminal is at a log-in screen. It's locked.
[20:42] * Blackberry_Jam waves Snack_Cake over while the painting smoulders. "Snack, need a hoof here."
[20:43] * Snack_Cake nods at Blackberry_Jam and heads over to the terminal. The faster she can crack this thing open, the faster they can get out of here!
[20:43] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  Snack_Cake cracks the terminal with ease.
[20:44] * Blackberry_Jam watches over her shoulder, looking at her options.
[20:44] * Thunder_Strike tilts her head then grins. "Oh. A box." She says then looks at Blackberry_Jam. "I see a box."
[20:45] * North_Star looks up at Thunder_Strike. "See if you can't bring it down to earth pony level."
[20:48] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  After navigating past some more countermeasures, Snack_Cake gets to the root menu. She and Blackberry_Jam can see several options. "Buyer Requests. Seller List. Security Cams. Turret Control. Collar Control. New Folder. Bloodlines."
[20:49] * Blackberry_Jam cocks a brow and points to New Folder.
[20:50] * Snack_Cake lets Blackberry_Jam have control of the terminal for now. But she keeps watching, curious as to what's on this thing.
[20:50] * Blackberry_Jam clicky clicks.
[20:51] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  There are several alphebet soup file names.
[20:51] * Blackberry_Jam starts with "A" then.
[20:52] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  The screen winks as a video playback starts. A mare is being lead struggling toward a fourposter bed...
[20:52] * Blackberry_Jam backspaces furiously. NOPENOPENOPE.
[20:53] * Thunder_Strike first checks for any boobytraps that would be armed on the box.
[20:53] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  Blackberry_Jam backs out of Hack's porn folder and back to the root menu
[20:53] <~Blackberry_Jam> "Sick fuck..." she mutters. She clicks on 'Collar Control.'
[20:53] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  Thunder_Strike doesn't see any traps on the box.
[20:55] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  The next screen shows a long list of blocks. There is also a search box. At the very bottom of a list is 'select all'.
[20:55] * Snack_Cake blushes a bit. Oh. Why were videos like /that/ on here?
[20:56] * Blackberry_Jam isn't selecting anything until she knows exactly what this does. "Snack... any idea if we can use this to deactivate all the collars?" She's also started using lighter keystrokes... no telling what's got on those keys...
[20:57] * Thunder_Strike grabs the box NS tries to bring it down to earth pony level.
[20:57] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  The right thirty percent of the keys do seem to stick a bit...
[20:59] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  Snack_Cake can't see any harm in selecting all, that should then prompt an action in most interfaces.
[20:59] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  She also realizes there is a lot of information here that could be sifted through later if she could place it on a mobile storage device.
[21:00] * Blackberry_Jam does so, then!
[21:01] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  The program prompts "Detonate. Subdue. Disarm."
[21:02] * Blackberry_Jam selects "Disarm."
[21:02] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  'You do not have permissions to disarm all selected. Disarm all within your permissions?"
[21:03] * Blackberry_Jam clicks "Yes", although, she's confused.
[21:03] * Snack_Cake frowns. "Hold on..." She connects her PipBuck to the machine. Maybe there's something she can do about these "permissions".
[21:05] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  Snack_Cake's PipBuck lights as she connects. The interface is the standard, but a Prism logo hovers in the bottom right corner of the display.
[21:05] * Blackberry_Jam smiles. "Nice thinking."
[21:07] * Snack_Cake is a little hesitant, but that can't stop her now. She /has/ to help. And the best way she can do that is to find a way to get permissions to disarm /all/ the collars.
[21:07] * North_Star walks closer to Thunder_Strike, hoping he doesn't have to catch her /and/ the probably heavy as hell box.
[21:08] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  Thunder_Strike brings the box down with a bit of effort. It's dense.
[21:09] * Thunder_Strike sits it down. "Damn this thing was heavy." She says before stretching her wings.
[21:09] * North_Star inspects the box for himself before attempting to open it.
[21:11] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  Snack_Cake, with a little bit of searching, can see that you have permissions for about 80% of the stock. Only the other Master's (a dozen) and Miss Sever's personal stocks are outside the computer's permissions. Slipping behind the scenes, Snack_Cake quickly alters the permissions to not only give 'Hack' all the permissions, but lock out all the others on the network.
[21:12] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  Thunder_Strike and North_Star open Hack's 'Toolbox'.
[21:15] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  In amongst the 'tools' are a sealed envelope, a ledger, and a holster with a large pistol inside.
[21:15] * Snack_Cake gives a vey big smile. Perfect! With the new permissions, she disarms all the collars! And she tells Blackberry_Jam exactly what she managed to do.
[21:16] * North_Star fishes the envelope, ledger, and weapon from the box, unfazed by the rest of the box's contents, even if he is pushing the box towards Thunder_Strike
[21:16] * Blackberry_Jam returns Snack_Cake's smile. "Snack, you're wonderful. Let's get the hell out of here." She looks up, scanning the room for tunnels, or convenient places to hide one.
[21:18] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  The painting stares back at Blackberry_Jam as her eyes sweep the room.
[21:18] * Snack_Cake also downloads any important data to her PipBuck, then asks, "Will we need this terminal for anything else...? We should lock it before we go. To make sure nopony else can use it, now that it can do so much."
[21:19] * Blackberry_Jam smashes the terminal with the butt of her rifle as an afterthought.
[21:20] * Thunder_Strike tilts her head at North_Star. "What am I supposed to do with the tools?" She asks wondering why he's pushing the box to her.
[21:21] * Snack_Cake was talking about a /different/ kind of lock... but that works too.
[21:21] * North_Star waved a hoof dismissively, checking the contents of the envolope in the light before opening it. "Anything."
[21:23] * Thunder_Strike shrugs a walks away from the box. She looks at Blackberry_Jam and Snack_Cake  before walking over and asking. "Any luck?"
[21:23] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  The 'tools' are of course props from his self-starring porn collection. The envelope has several wordstrings. "$La$hi$aBiTch  FukDaB0$$  P34c30Ut"
[21:24] * Blackberry_Jam nods, trotting away from the computer. "Snack managed to deactivate every slave collar she could, and we need to find that tunnel Toil mentioned."
[21:24] * Golden_Eye suddenly speaking up. "I can take you to it."
[21:25] * North_Star grimaced. "Cute." He said, ripping it open and dumping out the contents into his hoof.
[21:25] * Blackberry_Jam turns to look at him, dubious. "Point us in the right direction. Fast."
[21:25] * Thunder_Strike "oh alright then." She says then stands up and follows Blackberry_Jam
[21:26] * Golden_Eye walks over to the painting and tears it down, revealing a door behind.
[21:27] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  The painting was burning very slowly, ponies might have just started to notice the steel instead of concrete behind it before Golden_Eye pulled it down.
[21:28] * Blackberry_Jam nods. "As I suspected... very fitting of somepony like him."
[21:28] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  The door has a keypad.
[21:28] * North_Star was busy reading through the deceased slaver's mail. Stallion of the law indeed.
[21:29] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  Blackberry_Jam also notices on a stand near the desk is a white bandana and a stylish pre-war hat.
[21:30] * Blackberry_Jam raises a brow. She picks up the bandana.
[21:30] * Snack_Cake starts looking through some of the data as everypony gets ready to head out.
[21:31] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  The bandana is very scarflike. Almost like it's more of a scarf.
[21:31] * Blackberry_Jam stashes it, for now. Maybe she'll use it once it figures out what kind of accessory it's being.
[21:31] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  The emergency exit is locked, the keypad glowing.
[21:32] * Blackberry_Jam nudges Snack_Cake towards it. "That's our ticket out."
[21:32] * North_Star dismisses the envelope, setting it aside in favor of the ledger.
[21:34] * Thunder_Strike stands by watching not really knowing what to do now. She looks back at the rest of the ponies and sighs.
[21:35] * Golden_Eye returns to the door to keep watch.
[21:35] * Snack_Cake looks up at the keypad, and gets to work.
[21:35] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  The ledger is old. On the first page it reads. "Mom sayz i hav to wright in this two get smart and litrat. I'll show them. I'll OWN them."
[21:35] * North_Star shuffles to the next page as soon as possible.
[21:36] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  The keypad slides away to reveal slot for a large key.
[21:36] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  The ledger continues on with more entries by a growing colt.
[21:36] * Blackberry_Jam looks on the keyring. "Sweet Luna..."
[21:37] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  The other unique key looks large enough to fit.
[21:37] * North_Star contines to thumb(hoof?) through the ledger.
[21:38] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  There are entries as he grows up, fights with his brother, offers to allow some bandits a free pass into camp as long as they only take half and kill the adults, starts a slave trade caravan...
[21:39] * Blackberry_Jam slides it in and twists. The key, of course.
[21:39] * North_Star decides to skip to the latest entries.
[21:40] * Snack_Cake frowns at the keyhole. A keyhole under a keypad? This place is just weird.
[21:44] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  The later pages talk about how he needed to cut bait on some old projects to ensure Miss Sever will loose support and he can stage a proper coup. Then recoup stock from C.
[21:45] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  The turning of the key sets in motion much heavier bolts in the door, it swings in.
[21:46] * North_Star closes the ledger, tossing it on the bed. He then takes the weapon out of it's holster.
[21:46] * Blackberry_Jam scans the inside, weapon raised out of habit.
[21:47] * Snack_Cake has her weapon ready as well. A first for her!
[21:48] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  Low emergency lights flicker on a short distance in.
[21:48] * Blackberry_Jam takes a cautious step in. "Stay behind me."
[21:49] * Snack_Cake stays behind Blackberry_Jam.
[21:49] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  When Blackberry_Jam takes a step in, the next unlit fixture flickers on.
[21:50] * Blackberry_Jam mutters to Snack_Cake. "Get the others. We're leaving."
[21:50] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  There's an explosion from back down the hall. The slaves at the door look back and toward the tunnel and push there way forward.
[21:50] <~Blackberry_Jam> "Now!"
[21:51] * North_Star looks up, back towards the hall. "You heard the mare! Everypony in the tunnel!" He shouted to the small crowd following them around.
[21:51] * Golden_Eye pulls out his carbine and waits for the others to get in the tunnel before following himself.
[21:52] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  The slaves are already moving into the tunnel at the blast. The few stragglers frozen by fear are jarred to their senses by North_Star
[21:52] * Blackberry_Jam makes sure that none of them get ahead of her. "Stay behind me, everypony. We don't know what might be waiting for us up there!"
[21:53] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  As most of the group gets into the tunnel, the massive door starts to slide slowly closed.
[21:54] * North_Star follows behind the gaggle of slaves, glancing at his new weapon while he can.
[21:54] * Snack_Cake switches her PipBuck back to the slavers' radio signal as they enter the tunnel, to see if she can catch any important chatter.
[21:55] * Blackberry_Jam keeps a brisk pace. "Quickly as we can!"
[21:55] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  As the slaves move along the tunnel forward of the group the lights flicker on with their progress.
[21:56] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  They are all in, and the door is still slowly closing.
[21:56] * Golden_Eye looks down the scope of his carbine, covering their backs as he follows at the rear.
[21:57] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  The slaver station is still playing unhappy music.
[21:59] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  The rear guard make it inside the door as it closes. Just as it does, they can see the first of the Slaver strike team rumbling down the hall, and a turret popping down from the ceiling and roaring defiance at them. The multibarreled weapon spooling to a blur as it sends a staccato hail of lead downrange.
[22:00] * North_Star walks away from the door. "Damn..."
[22:00] * Blackberry_Jam can't hear or see it. She's just keeping on.
[22:01] * Thunder_Strike follows behind them with her head starting to droop feeling sad for some reason.
[22:02] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  Once Snack_Cake adjusts from music stations, she picks up the slaver personel frequency. "Fuck! Turrets! Shut them down!... Whaddaya mean you're locked out, we're getting murdered down here!..."
[22:03] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  As the group progresses, the lights behind them turn off. Other lights turn on as the group nears them.
[22:05] * North_Star trails behind the group, letting the holster hang from his neck as he tries to get a look at his weapon in the changing light.
[22:05] * Snack_Cake may not like what they're saying, but she needs to listen, in case they say something important. "It sounds like it worked... they can't turn off the turrets."
[22:06] * Golden_Eye sees North_Star fumbling. "What's the problem?"
[22:06] * Blackberry_Jam nods to Snack, pushing onward.
[22:09] * North_Star is clearly trying to inspect his slightly-ill-gotten-but-still-earned gains, but it's too damn dark for him to do so.
[22:10] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  The lights are strong enough to see in fairly well. The holster from the box is big, made from black polished leather.
[22:11] * North_Star thinks that is fine and dandy, but he's still much more interested in the pistol the holster once held.
[22:12] <Golden_Eye> "Can't that wait, we need to move?"
[22:12] * North_Star looks back at Golden_Eye. "We are moving, aren't we?"
[22:13] <Golden_Eye> "We're falling behind."
[22:13] * Thunder_Strike continues following the group. The mare seems... off. About the way she did before her muderous stuff animal rampage but shows know actual signs of a rampage coming. She's just depressed.
[22:13] * North_Star looks up at the group. "No, you're falling behind. I'm watching our backs, like I usually do."
[22:14] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  The pistol is massive. A 14mm with a long extended magazine. A long suppressor is screwed on the end and a small purple gem is imbedded in the front sight. The word "Quietus" is etched in elaborate script along the slide.
[22:15] * Golden_Eye continues looking back frequently. "Do you usually watch their backs by keeping your attention on an oject in your hooves?"
[22:16] * North_Star nods, checking the weapon for loose ammunition and poor firearm safety. "Eeyup."
[22:17] <Golden_Eye> "I can see why Toil wanted me to assist you all."
[22:17] * Thunder_Strike raises up trying to get out of this rut she's in. She rolls her eyes at North_Star and starts watching everypony's backs
[22:18] * Blackberry_Jam thinks has to be the longest freaking hallway in existence.
[22:18] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  The magazine has its full compliment of a dozen rounds.
[22:19] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  The underground escape tunnel stretches off in the distance, the lights flickering on and going off as they pass by and leave them behind.
[22:19] * North_Star fits the holster properly around his body and slides the weapon inside. "You mean you're here on Toil's word?" He asked, turning his full attention to the batpony.
[22:19] <Golden_Eye> "Yes, she instructed me to assist you."
[22:22] * North_Star sighs, actually doing his job and looking behind them. "Did she want a hoof in on this job, or did she not think six ponies could murder one stallion?"
[22:23] <Golden_Eye> "She didn't say and I didn't feel the need to ask."
[22:23] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  The tunnel is very long, but eventually ends in a large, heavy door.
[22:24] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  A similar keypad sits in its middle
[22:24] * Blackberry_Jam stares up at it, before looking for an access panel. That's probably the biggest door she's ever seen. "Snack, can you pull up your map?"
[22:25] * Snack_Cake nods at Blackberry_Jam, pulling up her PipBuck map to show her.
[22:25] * North_Star stops when they reach the door, letting Golden_Eye and Thunder_Strike pass him. "That's nice to know..."
[22:27] * Blackberry_Jam takes a peek. Just where the hell were they?
[22:27] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  They've moved over a mile down the tunnel.The Slaves look rough, but walking is hardly as rough as what they are usually subjected too. The tunnel ran east, but they've not been here before to have specifics, having been teleported the last ways to Slaughterhouse.
[22:27] * Thunder_Strike stops next to Blackberry_Jam. "Nother door huh?" She says staring at the big metal door
[22:28] * Snack_Cake nods at Thunder_Strike. "Hopefully this is the last one... I don't know how much more I can take in here..."
[22:28] <Golden_Eye> "My name is Golden Eye, I'm a mercenary. I've been hired by her many times, the jobs have always been on level. At least from where I can see."
[22:28] * Blackberry_Jam points to the keypad. "Snack, get her open."
[22:28] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  The door would stare back, if keypads could stare.
[22:28] * Snack_Cake gets right to work.
[22:29] <Golden_Eye> On the level*
[22:29] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  The very difficult keypad puts up a fight, but eventually succumbs sliding away to reveal a keyhole.
[22:30] * Blackberry_Jam jams the other key into the lock and twists. Get out of my way, door!
[22:31] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  The door slides away, revealing a green and red mare reclineson a couch in the middle of an old warehouse, rubbing a rollerstick across her forehead, her eye still covered and slightly glowing.
[22:32] * Blackberry_Jam looks Toil in the eye. "Good to see you sent us some help. He was a little late."
[22:32] * North_Star turns to look into the warehouse for himself.
[22:32] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  "He had to set off all his bombs first." She rolls to look the group... the rather large group... over.
[22:33] * Blackberry_Jam trots up to her and drops the chain whip in front of him. "If you want the body, you can go get it yourself."
[22:34] * Thunder_Strike looks around. "So I'm guessing this was the door you told us to leave alone huh?" She says to Toil.
[22:34] * Golden_Eye finally lowers his carbine and turns toward the opening.
[22:34] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  She looks down at the whip, picking it up with a hoof. She sighs... "I was looking forward to killing him, but dead is dead. No bonus for you, though."
[22:35] * North_Star trots through the group of slaves, asking the more twitchy ones to stay calm, until he's alognside Berry.
[22:36] * Blackberry_Jam trots away, out of the factory. "If you'll excuse me, I need to bury a friend."
[22:37] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  Toil tosses the whip onto the other side of the sofa. She takes a moment to manipulate a metallic stick, the explosives ringing the tunnel entry stopping their blinking.
[22:37] * Thunder_Strike looks at berry. "No. We need to bury a friend." She says following along with Blackberry_Jam
[22:38] * Snack_Cake gives Toil a very serious look. "He... he deserved what he got." And that's all she'll say about that. She's angry at Hack... and the slavers... but she's still not comfortable with hurting other ponies. She hesitates, but follows Blackberry_Jam and Thunder_Strike.
[22:40] * Golden_Eye casually puts his guns away and finds a place to sit.
[22:41] * North_Star follows Blackberry_Jam without a word.
[22:42] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  Toil pats the other end of the sofa with a hind hoof.
[22:43] * Golden_Eye sits next to her. He has no business following them to watch them bury one of their own.
[22:44] * Blackberry_Jam starts using the butt of Two Heavens, One Style to dig the grave.
[22:45] * Snack_Cake doesn't have any kind of tools... but she can use her hooves to help.
[22:46] * North_Star joins in the barehooved digging.
[22:49] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  Toil kicks Golden_Eye lightly. "You don't get your bonus either, batboy." She gives a smirk. "I think there might be some tools over in that busted up maintenance area. I'll see to our other guests."
[22:49] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  Toil rolls off the sofa and starts herding the slaves. There's a small stockpile of food and water she herds them to.
[22:50] * Golden_Eye continues sitting and takes no offence, a failed job means no bonus.
[22:51] * Blackberry_Jam unwraps the corpse, and, with a few stitches, reattaches his head. He deserved it. "Rest in peace..." She pauses for a long time and whispers, "...idiot..."
[22:51] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  Toil looks back, a bit of a cheek-biting glower. She points to the maintence area. "Get them a shovel!"
[22:51] * Thunder_Strike also joins in on the digging. The braid that toil had put in her mane has came undone and her mane is one again messy.
[22:54] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  The ground is very hard. Blackberry_Jam finishes her work before they are even a foot down. A shovel would be really nice.
[22:54] * Golden_Eye gets up and grabs a shovel for them.
[22:55] * Blackberry_Jam resumes digging. Shovels are for sissies. This grave needs to be dug by hoof.
[22:57] * Thunder_Strike dig dig dig a hole, dig dig dig a hole. She starts tiring and decides to take a quick 5 second break to breathe, then resumes.
[22:57] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  Toil feeds and waters the slaves while the other's do their mourning thing.
[22:58] * Golden_Eye puts the shovel in the ground, it was all the same to him. He walks back into the warehouse to give them some space.
[23:24] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  With a bit more effort, and the help of a shovel, the grave is prepared.
[23:24] <Mister_Clacky|GM> *****End Session*****
[23:25] <Mister_Clacky|GM>  1000 XP. Snack_Cake gets +1 Karma for giving the comfort of food!