Group 4 Session 26

<uSea_a_GM> **PnP Group 4 Session 26 begins!**
<uSea_a_GM> Inside the control room consoles are buzzing with activity. On the monitors around the walls you can see the birds-eye view of foreign landscapes and cities, the monochrome live-feed showing them ruined beyond recognition. Information on each screen give the only clues as to what some of them were, such as the Zebranos missile base which looks like the whole island had been cracked in half.
<uSea_a_GM> However some of the ruins show signs of habitation. Small, irregular structures gathered in groups that sprawl out organically from a central point. As in Equestria, survivors had returned to these sites of greatness and tried to begin again.
<uSea_a_GM> Lines of code chase each other down the main screen, displaying real-time updates as they are received from the Lunar Finale installation. Operating window established. Consulting target list. [01 Zebranos Isle]. Calculating alignment angle. Alignment confirmed. Please wait . . .
<uSea_a_GM> 'Conducting Finale.'
<uSea_a_GM> Far beyond the horizon, almost at the edge of sight, a solid beam of light pierces the night sky. It shines through the darkness, a brilliant ribbon of energy reaching out to connect Equestria and the moon. It reflects off the lunar surface, heading back down to strike far far away.
* AtomBell gasps in awe, "Sweet Celestia!"
* Cerberus stares out of the window "what was that?"
<AtomBell> "Death laser?"
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<AtomBell> "How is this thing still working!?"
* Milia was in the middle of cooking potions. Wincing as the howling klaxons fire off in the base, she nevertheless finishes her task and bottles the mixtures up. Trotting into the main control room afterwards, Milia is quite confused. "Can somepony PLEASE tell me why the fuck this building is SCREAMING at us now?! What in Tartarus is happening?!"
* AtomBell looks pretty ill, or at least paler then the pastel mare usually is.  She points a shaky hoof at the screen., "I think this thing just death machine'd a zebra settlement."
* Cerberus "i have no idea... did someone toush something?"
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* Artifica grimaces.  "If it's a weapon, we should stop it.  Before it hurts innocent people over a war long past."
* Cerberus frowns, a bit confused "a weapon? from the moon? no, that's impossible, it's too big"
* uSea_a_GM gives voice to AtomBell
<AtomBell> "No!  M-Maybe that's th-the problem?  That ghoul w-wasn't here to push the b-button and stop it."
<Milia> ((DESMOND NOOOOOOO))
* Milia follows Atom's extended hoof, letting her gaze be drawn to the screen. The young zebra pales over, her mouth agape. "...the world was ended by weapons that were too big, Cerberus...this place..."
* Milia turns slowly to look at Artifica, nodding in agreement. "...needs to go."
* Cerberus "ah... and how are we supposed to stop it, instead of making it worse, you know, like.... shooting on our heads, next time?"
<AtomBell> "We shouldn't just smash it," Atom asserts
* Milia looks around the room nervously. "There's...there's gotta be some override or something we can use to just turn it off or something! Can't we...can't we do something with the terminals? Somepony do something to the terminals!"
* Cerberus "well, i don't understand a single blip of this techno mumbo jumbo, so... does someone knows what to do?"
<uSea_a_GM> 'Consulting target list. [02 Zanzebra]. Calculating alignment angle. Alignment not found. Time until orbital alignment: T-minus 14 minutes and 7 seconds. Please wait . . .'
* Cerberus "ah... i think it's going to fire again"
* AtomBell blinks, "Fourteen minutes.  That's not long."
* AtomBell trots closer to the console, looking for any ghouly residue that might indicate repeat use of.... anything.
* Milia trots over to the terminals alongside Atom, determined to do something that would prevent this thing from going off again.
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* Artifica gasps.  "We can't let that happen..."
* AtomBell nods vigorously, "No.  Not again."
* AtomBell runs her eyes back over the console.
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* Artifica prances in place.  What should she do?  What should she do?  Maybe... maybe a Spirit of Machines spell would make it easier to control this thing and shut it down?
* Artifica thinks: or  a Spirit of Riddles will make it easier to understand?  Maybe?
<Artifica> Biting her lower lip, Artifica decides: no time to choose.  Cast them both!
* Artifica focuses on the console, her horn glowing.  Washes of colored light, brown and grey, ripple over the machine.
* Artifica falls back on her tail, panting a little, the console still glowing faintly.  "Somepony, please stop it."
<AtomBell> "Okay.  Okay!" Atom pulls back from the now glowing console, "This is only a targetting station.  It's getting the data from somewhere else."
<AtomBell> "Also," she points at the keyboard, "1, 2, 4, +, A, C, and U are the most used keys."
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* Milia takes a deep breath. "...working on it...I hope..." she murmurs back, not taking her eyes off the screens. "This mumbo jumbo's coming from someplace else, right?...Right!" she perks up, listening to Atom.
<AtomBell> "Right.  We could try'n cut it off, but that might make it keep diring or blow this place up."
<Artifica> +V Milia
* Milia looks over to Atom. "Can't we tell it to shoot somewhere like...over the ocean or something? Give it a bogus target?"
* AtomBell tries to figure out what would be the best combo of those keys.  Numbers and letters probably, with the other keys for adjusting the doom beam.  Atom nods absently, "Trying to get in this /bitch/ and do that."
* AtomBell starts, as if an invisible ponye whispered in her mind, "Wait!  The ghoul!  His body's still here, right?"
<AtomBell> "Maybe he wrote the password down?"
* Milia gallops off toward the ghoul's body, hearing the same voice. "ON IT!"
* Milia rummages around the poor ghoul's corpse, looking for something that might help them. She calls back out to the control room while she does so. "Somepony wanna give that recording a listen, too, while we're at it? Could be important you know!"
* AtomBell turns to Spec
<AtomBell> "Recording?  Um, can your Pip-Buck play recordings dear?"
<uSea_a_GM> Aside from the ghoul's tattered uniform there is nothing else on him. Anything paper was long gone.
* Cerberus frowns, unable to figure out how to help her companions in this situation
* Milia shakes her head. "Yeah...I thought so..." she says, a bit dejected. Trotting back to the room, she pipes up: "Nothin'. I hope that recording is informative, because otherwise that settlement is up shit creek without an oar. Or the back half of the boat..."
* Spectre was in the bathroom or something
* AtomBell just wants to hug Spec, but there's lifesaving to be done.
* Spectre fiddles with her pipbuck, going to where she'd stored the recording
* Spectre puts her earbloom in to listen to the recording and trots over to the main console, typing in random 5 letter words that mean 'knock that shit off you stupid machine', like cease, or abort, and...stuff.
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* Spectre tilts her head because of the recording...HMBST? she types that in
<uSea_a_GM> ' 'HMBST' is not recognized as an internal or external command.'
* Spectre wishes she was a minotaur so she could flip the console off
* Milia trots over to the doorway, keeping guard while Spectre works. ((AFK for a few!))
* Cerberus starts looking around for some sort od diary or writing or note, especially in this room and then in the sleeping area
* AtomBell watches nervously
* Spectre groans "I can't make heads or fucking tails of this." She unplugs the earbuds and restarts the recording
<AtomBell> "Should we look for some more notes?"
* AtomBell listens for 1, 2, 4, +, A, C, or U
<uSea_a_GM> The recording is a pony rambling to himself. It sounds like he has a throat full of gravel.
<uSea_a_GM> “—the bells? I heard them when Abigale got caught in the rain. Don't go out in the rain. At least Swifthoof is safe. In the Stable he will be safe. The Captain said so. Got to remember...  until the Captain gets back. He May Be Some Time. Got to remember how to stop the numbers. Equestria Can't Survive Another... the Captain says. One To Foresee For All. Got to remember... ∀... For All.”
* Cerberus tilts her head "it doesn't make sense!"
* AtomBell frowns
* Cerberus "ah.... try... 124c4u"
<AtomBell> "Worth a shot.... but what about the 'all'?"
* Artifica helpfully points out that the code... she thinks... will be five digits.  Based on other systems she has seen.
* Spectre shakes her head "5 character limitations."
<Spectre> "124c4u is too long."
* Cerberus shrugs "well, then what about 124ca?"
<AtomBell> "....1-2-4-C-Alt?"
* AtomBell shakes her head, "The 'a' was hardly used."
* Artifica offers, "Try 124c4∀."
* Spectre tries OTFFA just cause
<uSea_a_GM> ' 'OTFFA' is not recognized as an internal or external command.'
<Spectre> "Luna damn it."
* Spectre tries what Artifica said because she's running out of options
<Spectre> "One To Foresee For All...The ghoul put special emphasis on that...but why?"
<Artifica> "Maybe the last is V?  124c4V?"
<Spectre> "That's still too long."
<uSea_a_GM> Spectre types the first characters in just fine, but typing an upside down 'A' is more tricky.
* AtomBell has pretty much run out of suggestions
<AtomBell> "Is there an 'Alt' key, Specs?"
* Spectre checks
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* AtomBell facehoofs, wait, she'd seen it so there had to be.
<AtomBell> "Maybe that's the final key?"
<AtomBell> "For all?"
<Spectre> "...124c4a...One To Foresee For All...Well that's got a correlation."
<Spectre> "mmm...Alt, 124...c4a?"
* Spectre frowns, staring at the console and types in '124c' then hits alt and pops in the '∀' symbol.
<uSea_a_GM> 'Abort code confirmed.'
* Spectre throws her forehooves in the air and squees "Done!"
<AtomBell> "Yes!"
<uSea_a_GM> The lights switch back to normal and a timer appears in the corner of the screen showing a grace period of roughly 4 hours. Ample time for the Foresight crew to send word of a false alarm... if there was anypony left at the Lunar Finale hub to shut off the system.
<uSea_a_GM> The consoles along the walls continue to observe the zebra homelands. There is little of Zebranos Isle left to see. The only thing that remained was the outer edges of an enormous crater poking above the waves.
* Milia jumps up and down happily. "Fuck yeah!"
* AtomBell is on Spec in an instant, nearly tackling the other mare to the floor.  Suprising considering earlier she was having trouble simply moving in it.
* Spectre is tackled by Atom laughing happily
* Milia 's good mood is deflated when she sees Zebranos on the display, however. She suddenly felt ashamed for her joyous outburst. "H-hey, good job, Spec! Nice going..." she cheers, her tone of voice much more subdued.
* Spectre looks over at Milia "You alright kid?"
* Cerberus looks concerned at the crater "that's... awfully familiar..." the foal frows but there's anger in her eyes
* Milia doesn't take her eyes off the display. "Ah...y-yeah, I am. I...I think..." She forces herself to perk up, shoving the thoughts of a settlement being wiped out in an instant out of her mind for the moment. "I'll be f-fine...we've still got work to do, though."
* Spectre closes her eye and waves Milia closer
<Spectre> (Closes an eye*)
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* Milia trots over to Spec, curious. "Uhhh..."
* AtomBell climbs of Spec, "Milia... there was nothing on that island...."
* Spectre grins and hugs the zebra quickly with a free foreleg
* Milia blinks a few times at Atom. "...wait there WASN'T?!" her body is jolted as Spectre wraps a foreleg around/ "Fuck me I thought we let a whole goddess damn town get wiped off the face of the fucking earth!" she exclaims, feeling relieved.
<AtomBell> *off
* Artifica hugs Spectre fiercely
<Milia> ((around her*))
* AtomBell giggles happily, "Nope!  Just made a big Luna damned hole in nothin'!"
* Spectre is buried in a pile of mares. it's like one of her fantasies come to life!
* Milia sighs, chuckling. "Fuck, I need a drink...and a smoke..."
* AtomBell wraps wings around everypony, "Berry!  Join the fun!"
<Spectre> "I agree. however I'm currently burried under mares. Halp, Milia! I'mma drown!"
* Milia is currently wrapped in a hug still. "I AM TOO, YOU'RE TAKING ME WITH YOU!"
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* Spectre wiggles acting like she can't swim, holding onto Milia like a life raft with one leg giggling
* AtomBell lowers her head in an attempt to lever at least Spectre onto her back.
* Milia starts laughing. "Aaaaah! I don't think I can swim in mares! For some reason I just sink downward when I'm under them!"
<uSea_a_GM> Prefect coughs awkwardly and wipes his forehead. “Phew, I'm glad that's over. I'm going to look around for the radio equipment to call for help about the slaver camp on our doorstep. I don't think it'll be hard to convince them that this is important after that little display outside. You girls enjoy yourselves, you must have saved hundreds of lives!”
* Milia cranes her neck over to look at Prefect. "...uhhh, didn't we have a prisoner?..."
<AtomBell> "Wait, did we?"
* AtomBell pulls her muzzle out of places
<AtomBell> "Oh yes, the unconcious fellow."
<Spectre> "...Oh right. Wanna join in on the hugging? Naw, you're fine."
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<uSea_a_GM> Ghost remains where she was left, hogtied and helpless. "I think you can handle her," says Prefect before heading upstairs in search of the radio.
* Cerberus doesn't seem in the mood for a party; still sits in front of the screens and stares at the now water filled crater
* Milia wriggles out of the mare pile. "Mmf...yeah...I guess we'll figure out what to do with her later..." she mutters, letting her gaze wander over to Cerberus. "Hey, uh...Cerberus?...You okay?"
<Milia> "You've been awfully quiet...and I haven't seen you lick anything since we got in here..."
* Spectre nuzzles Milia and Artifica, kisses Atom, then tries to sit up. She doesn't do very well since she's at the bottom of a marepile
* Milia nuzzles Spectre back as she crawls out.
* AtomBell lets go of everypony
<AtomBell> "Oh Celestia's pastel mane, she's still licking things?"
* Cerberus shakes her head and murtters in anger "a crater is also what was lewft of a lot of friends of minee, you know..."
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* Spectre chuckles and sits up, wrapping a foreleg back around Atom. She looks at Cerberus "A lot of bad things that shouldn't have happened have, Berry. We stopped one more atrocity from taking the lives of hundreds today. We can't take back what's already happened, but we /can/ do our best to stop it from ever happening again."
* Cerberus "i guess you are right, but don't let me near that tied slaver or i'll go back to pony eating"
* Spectre stands up and trots over to hug Berry
* Milia looks over to Atom, biting her lower lip and shaking her head slightly in a 'not now' gesture. She turns back to Cerberus, trotting over to the small puce filly and plopping down beside her. "Fuck...I'm sorry to hear that..." she says, sadly, popping the top off her almost empty bottle of whiskey.
* Milia takes a swig. As the liquid burns her throat, the zebra shivers. "Oh Luna that's good..." she idly muses. "...say. Can we figure out where the main facility is from here, you think?..."
* Spectre shrugs, still hugging Cerberus "Maybe."
* AtomBell sighs.  She never did know what to say to the filly.
<AtomBell> "Should be able to, aye."
<AtomBell> "Through that big door'd be my guess one."
* Cerberus is not in a chatty mood and lets everyone touche her, but doesn't react very much
* Milia raises an eyebrow. "...if we can get there..." she thinks to herself for a few quiet moments, tapping her chin with a hoof. "...anypony feel like going all sick house on a megaspell detonation facility?"
<Spectre> "...I've always wanted to blow a building up..."
* Spectre kisses the top of Cerberus' head and stands up, checking her shotgun and rifle, reloading them if needed
* Milia takes another swig of whiskey as she sits beside the small filly. She passes the bottle to Cerberus idly as she speaks, offering her a drink if she wants it. "I mean, shit, so long as that giant laser death machine is still up and running, there's always gonna be a danger of somepony figuring out how to use it...satellite station or no."
<AtomBell> "Aye."
* AtomBell agrees, scraping at a patch of melted armor with a hoof.
* Spectre nods "I'd rather nopony figured out how to use it. Even if they mean well at first...what's that old quote? 'Absolute power corrupts absolutely'?"
* Milia grins. "If nothing else it'd be one hell of a way to kill some time. And maybe make the world just a bit safer in the process.'
* Milia nods at Spectre. "That sounds just stuffy and presumptuous enough to be a real saying, so I think you nailed it."
<Milia> "...and...blowing up a building DOES sound fun..." she quietly admits in agreement.
* AtomBell snorts, "Do we have enough explosives?"
* Spectre snerks and pulls out a cigarette for herself and another for Milia, as well as her lighter
* Milia takes the health stick gladly. She is about to enjoy the many health benefits of her healthy habit.
<Spectre> "Does it matter? just blow up anything blinky, covered in buttons, and looks important
<AtomBell> "Oh aye, I was plannin' on shooting anything that looked fragile.... despite the potential dangers."
* Artifica simply sits next to Cerberus, sharing in the quiet.  She understands perhaps as much as anyone could.
* Milia chuckles, the cigarette pursed between her lips. "Awwww yeah, we gonna fuck ush up a government building! Fight the power!"
* Spectre plops down next to Milia, continuing the chain, puffing on her own cigarette happily
* Cerberus "are you sure it works like this? i mean, wasn't this just acomm station telling to the real gun to stop shooting?"
* Cerberus "if we break this place we won't be able to stop it again.... and in 4 hours the big gunn will want that stupid password again"
* Milia nods at Cerberus. *puff* "Yeah...which is why, when we get all this slaver stuff squared away-" she seethes the word 'slaver', venom dripping from her words. "-...we'll need to set up somepony here to keep it from destroying anything else. Then we head to the main facility where the weapon actually fires from. THEN we start breaking shit."
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* Spectre rubs Milia's back and pulls Atom over to lean against her
* Cerberus nodnods "i like this plan"
* Milia laughs. "I had a feeling you wo-ooOOoooghnngh..." her words turn to mush as she feels somepony start to rub her back. The half finished cigarette falls from her mouth.
* Spectre snorts, trying to catch the cigarette in her telekinesis as it falls
* Artifica nods.  Then stifles a chortle.  "Could have a worse plan.  For a moment, I expected somepony to suggest we blow up the moon."
<Spectre> "That. would. be. AWESOME~"
<Spectre> "Bad, obviously, but awesome."
* Milia has stopped speaking. Her eyes are closed, tail swishing back and forth lazily as Spectre gives her a back rub. "...moon...nngh...blow up...pffff..." she eloquently adds to the discussion.
* AtomBell leans against Spectre
<AtomBell> "Mm, fuck the tides as they say."
* Spectre giggles at Milia
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* AtomBell nips Spec on the ear
* Spectre gives Atom a back rub with her other hoof
<uSea_a_GM> **End of session for Group 4**