Group 4 Session 29

<uSea_GM> **Start of Session 29**
<uSea_GM> Weeds are hard to stamp out. Their roots remain hidden just under the surface, waiting for an opportunity to spring up again. Even if you cut off their head another may rise to take it's place. Such is the ambition of the self-titled Red Beak, his goal to reunite those who once served Red Eye and found a new empire built on the backs of slaves.
<uSea_GM> His opportunity came when Ghost brought him a book retrieved from an underground military library. He now held the keys to an Equestrian weapon of devastating power and was more than willing to use it against the fledgling NCR and any who would oppose him. But first he would have to get there.
<uSea_GM> Thankfully our party is imbued with the most important attribute that a hero can possess: being in the right place at the right time. Red Beak's infiltration team has been thwarted and the slaver vanguard camp is due to be attacked in the morning. However that attack comes from little more than the local militia and their success may rely on the party tipping the scales in their favour.
<uSea_GM> Even more importantly, our party has had a busy night and could do with some well deserved rest. We open with Milia and Cerberus getting a head start in the storage room and Spectre going off to join AtomBell. Meanwhile the good doctor comforts her patient as she slips off to sleep and Artifica has zonked out in the sleeping quarters.
* ThePrettiestFilly is now known as AtomBell
* uSea_GM gives voice to AtomBell
* uSea_GM gives voice to Milia Spectre
* AtomBell snores lightly.
* Milia kicks and stirs, mumbling, having found herself curled up with a certain little filly.
* Spectre walks/stumbles over to where Atom is sleeping and snuggles up with her, dozing back off
* AtomBell instantly cuddles close to Spectre, hugging her with a free wing.
<uSea_GM> Our party sleeps peacefully for a few hours, until a familiar warning siren blares to life and red lights shine in the control room.
* Cerberus yawns and takes a look around "ah.... maybe we should stop that thing before it fries more zebras...."
<uSea_GM> A 4 minute warning is given on the main console; the grace period is nearly up.
* Spectre eeps and scampers too her hooves then over to the console to input the abort code
* Milia is up in an instant as the klaxons howl through the compound. She heads into the central hallway, keeping an eye out for anything that could be trouble. "Why the hay does this goddess damn building keep fucking screaming at us?! Sweetiebot's place wasn't even this fussy!" she yells.
<Milia> ((4 8 15 16 23 42))
<Spectre> (1,1,1,1....uuuuuuhhhh 1. SHIT! 1,1,1,1...uh...2! SHIT!)
<Milia> ((ahahaha))
* AtomBell is awake as well, "Spec?  Buttons?"
* Spectre is typing "Buttons!" She inputs the last of the code and hits enter
<uSea_GM> It only takes a moment for Spectre to input the command. "Abort code confirmed." Everything calms down again, yay!
* Spectre breathes out a sigh of relief
* Cerberus yawns "yay, we are heroes, i'll go to the little fillies room"
* AtomBell nods.
<AtomBell> "Yaaaaay Silent."
* Milia slumps against the wall of the corridor as the building quiets down. "I suppose this means sleeping for more than...an hour or so at a time is out of the question. Stupid ghouls...stupid never having to sleep...stupid mortality...*grumble grumble*"
* Spectre trots over to Atom and gives her a nuzzle
* AtomBell nuzzles back~
<uSea_GM> A sleepy Prefect pokes his head round the doorway. "You want me and that Shorty guy to stay in here? We can put that code thing in so you lot can get some sleep on the bunks... you'll probably need it more than we will come the morning."
* Spectre looks at Atom and shrugs
* Cerberus comes back from the little fillies room, but if she washed her hooves is a mistery... she goes back sleeping on the floor, curled on herself, being the best pillow around
* Milia rubs her bloodshot eyes. "Motherfucker, YES. No more heart attack alarms, for the love of shit." she snaps back. Apparently she got a bit testie when she was woken up in such a way.
* Milia continues grumbling. Grumble grumble grumpy grumpy. She trots into the bunk area and flops down, covering her head with a pillow.
* AtomBell stands up
<AtomBell> "Yeah, that sounds a lot better then the floor."
* Spectre nods at Prefect "Alright then. Thanks."
<uSea_GM> Prefect and Short Stop drag a couple of mattresses into the controll room for themselves, since there were plenty to spare. Prefect sets an alarm on his PipBuck so he can put in the code before the whole warning-siren thing. "You ponies sleep tight."
* AtomBell tries to figure out what to do with Ghost
* Spectre yawns and goes to find a bed, probably dragging Milia over to start a cuddle pile because why the hell not
* Milia is dragged off a bed and onto another, clutching a pillow to her head. She's basically ragdolling right now, though once in the pile she snuggles right up, letting out a tiny coo of delight.
* AtomBell puts the prisoner in a bed where she can watch her while cuddling Spec and Milia
<uSea_GM> The remainder of the night passes quickly, with a snuggle pile in one room and a ball of fluff nomming her own tail in the other.
<uSea_GM> Soon the rosy light of dawn shines through the control room window, waking the sleepers within. It isn't long until they rouse the others as well. "Rise and shine ponies," says Prefect with a yawn. "I'm gonna check the radio. Oh, Short found something useful on one of the consoles you should check out."
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* Cerberus decides that she si sstill sleepy and will sleep a bit until somepony will wake her up the bad way
* Spectre yawns and stretches out a little
* AtomBell cracks an eye, checking to make sure that her armor and equipment are still in place, "Useful?"
* AtomBell noms Spec on the ear, "Useful computer thingie dear."
* Milia is flank deep in mare. her limbs tangled up with Atom and Spectre as they all sleep in the same bed snuggling one another. She wriggles free and lays there for a bit, letting the last remainder of her drowsiness wear off. "Consoles...yeah, yeah, Prefect...just five more minutes...f'nnnnaaaaa..."
<uSea_GM> Prefect shrugs and heads upstairs to the radio.
* Spectre shudders at ear nom and bites Milia's ear lightly "We slept longer than everypony else. I'm pretty sure you've gotten quite a bit more than 5 minutes"
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* AtomBell gives Milia a nuzzle as well.
<AtomBell> "Come'on sleepy zebra."
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* Milia squeaks and tenses up at the sensation of having her ear nibbled, not to mention Atom's display of affection at the same time! Blushing furiously, she stares up at the ceiling for a few minutes and blinks. "A-ahh...y-yeah, good point. Time to...time to wake up then."
* Milia nuzzles Atom and Spectre, returning the affection, before getting up herself.
* AtomBell starts wriggling into her heavy armor
* Cerberus finally gets up and starts immediately with the weapon check, still yawning "okay..so, what's the plan now?"
* Milia starts putting on all her armor as well, finally hoisting her heavy saddlebags onto her back once she's ready. The zebra glances over at Cerberus, smiling. Her face is still a bit flushed, however. "We beat the snot out of some slavers?" Milia responds cheerily.
* uSea_GM gives voice to Spectre
* Cerberus "yeah, but let's try not killingthe slaves, okay? how is that trasmission thing doing? can we avoid the collars to explode?"
* Spectre wiggles into her armor as well and trots off to go check the console
* AtomBell doesn't know how they'll manage that.
<uSea_GM> Short Stop waves Spectre over to one of the consoles. “Here, it shows the stuff outside. I thought you might want to see it.”
* Spectre trots over and takes a look
* Milia nods confidently. "Spectre voodoo'd up an identical signal last night. I'm assuming she managed it just fine since I didn't hear her cursing at various pieces of radio equipment...but that should hopefully keep the collars from going off while we take a bath in slaver blood."
<uSea_GM> A security feed shows the slaver camp in front of the base. Despite the poor light outside, the camera lets you see quite well. Covered supply carts and large cage-wagons are lined up to make gap-filled walls along the north and south edges. The cages are full of slaves, sleeping together for warmth with just a thin plastic sheet over each cage as their protection against the cold winds.
* AtomBell nods.  That was Spectre for you, "Sounds like a plan."
<uSea_GM> In the middle, safe from the weather, are the slaver's tents and carriages. Dotted around are thin metal pylons which transmit the 'do-not-explode-yet' frequency according to what Short Stop has told you. You can also see a couple of slavers warming themselves beside a cooking fire while a collared slave stirs a pot. Various other slavers are dotted around performing early morning necessities.
* Spectre scratches her chin and grumbles "Using slaves as a fucking shield. How much more pathetic can you get? Atom, Milia, Berry! Come take a look at what we're up against."
* Cerberus trots next to the screen and takes a look "okay, do we have a plan or what?"
* Milia trots out of the room, heading into the console area.
* AtomBell tightens the buckles on her combat armor and checks to see if anypony else needs help.
* AtomBell is alone.  Trots after everypoy else
<Spectre> "We've have to attack them from higher ground to avoid hitting the slaves, either that or get into melee range, and no offense to you, Milia, but I'd rather not do that immediately with the entire slaver camp still there."
<AtomBell> *trots after everpony else, making sure Ghost is still asleep.
* Milia narrows her gaze at the screens. "Goddess damn..." she's starting to get red again, though this time it's not out of embarassment or being turned on. No, this is a more angry shade of red. She starts to grind her teeth anxiously, her tail flicking ocasionally.
<Milia> "Yeah...I can hold off on charging in...at least until we have reinforcements..." she shoots a look to Spectre.  "No promises, though.  I don't know if I can help myself being the first one in there."
<uSea_GM> Short Stop nods at Spectre. "Thanks to what you did before they won't be able to blow all the slaves up by turning off those beacons. But they could still kill them one at a time with a detonator... so we'll need to be quick."
* AtomBell observes conditions in the camp, "I should probably stay here and set up a temporary hospital..."
<AtomBell> "I think they'll need it..."
* Spectre nuzzles Atom
* AtomBell frets, "Dee wuh hev enough medical supplies?  I'll hev tuh clean me tools agyen tuh myek sure..."
* Spectre slowly starts grinning, looking at the console, a feral light starting to shine in her eyes "Shorty, tell me."
<uSea_GM> Spectre manages to bring up a display that shows the status of several defense turrets set to 'Hibernate'. A password [Easy, +25] is required to access more.
* Spectre does that after the GM
<Spectre> "Did you notice these were here?" she asks, indicating the turrets
* AtomBell has taken her saddlebags off for a quick inventory.
* Milia 's eyes light up. "Oh...snap. Does that mean what I think it means?" she says as she practically leans on Spectre's shoulder, reading the screen.
<Spectre> "Automated turrets? Yes." She gets busy working on figuring the password out to get to the rest of the available options
* Milia grins. "Turrets. Turrets are a good. Unless they're firing at me. Then they are a bad and deserve to get their turret head smashed in. But you won't let these turrets be a bad, will you Spectre?"
<uSea_GM> Short shakes his head. "I just thought it was a camera."
<Spectre> "Oh these turrets will be bad, Milia, just not to us."
<Milia> "Good!"
<uSea_GM> Successfully hacking the password, Spectre brings up a list of options is brought up allowing you to set some basic target parameters, force them to activate, force them to deactivate, or to come out of hibernation.
<uSea_GM> Currently they are hibernating and are set to recognize a signal emitted by the staff's ID badges as friendly. There is also a warning showing that Stable-Tec patented TrueShot mode is active. A helpful menu explains that: TrueShot™ ensures that no friendly fire is possible but also reduces combat efficiency by 60%. Additional targeting data is provided by on-board EFS-like systems to rule out civilians, the unarmed, and any non-h
<uSea_GM> ostiles as potential targets.
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* Spectre scratches her chin and brings up the targetting parameters, scrolling through it to see what it's currently set to, and if possible, setting it to recognize them, the slaves, and the militia that will likely be here soon as friendly, leaving nothing for the turrets to target except the slavers
* AtomBell finishes her inventory, "The bunks gan be the recovarry ward, the tyeble will wark as an OR."
* Milia looks over the monitor, trying to note any sniper nests or out of the way places she'd need to watch out for if she was in the thick of it. "It would be best to sweep the outer areas before anything else and make sure there aren't any ponies with any of those goddess damn high caliber rifles waiting to take my head off first..."
* Milia is making several mental notes.
* AtomBell isn't a tactical pony, so she isn't really much use.  Or any at all really.
* Spectre tries several different things and fails at each of them
* Cerberus is still waiting somewhere, probably trying to eat something
* AtomBell gives her a few confidence nuzzles.
<Spectre> Fuck it, we should be fine, and the slaves should be fine, but the farmers are on their own. just think happy thoughts about not smashing turrets. they use systems similar to EFS in a pipbuck to help target."
* Spectre does however add a remote kill command so she can shut the turrets off from elsewhere
* Cerberus "oh well, just give me a spot from where i can shoot and call the targets and i'll be fine..."
* Spectre nods "We should be all set We just need to decide when to turn the turrets on.
* Milia looks back towards the massive sealed doors. "And for reinforcements...after they get here..." she turns back to her group. "We go!"
* Spectre nods
<uSea_GM> Prefect returns downstairs. "They're all in position to attack from the west and the south, just waiting for a signal that we're ready."
* Spectre cocks an eyebrow "Turrets sound like a good signal to me."
<Spectre> "You fine ponies want to go get into position and I'll set these things to give a nice wake up call to the sleepy slavers down there?"
* Milia grins. "And a mad zebra throwing herself into the middle."
* Milia nods at Spectre. "When we start to hear the screams, I'll just go ahead and take that as the hooves-up to head out."
<uSea_GM> Prefect smiles. "That'd do it."
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* Cerberus the foal shrugs, readies her rifle and reaches the dooer, waiting for the moment when they play war
* Spectre grins as she waits, inputting the activation command, and as berry puts it, starting a war with a single keystroke
* Milia heads to the doors, awaiting the signal.
* Spectre activates the turrets
<uSea_GM> The main door has a nice big button beside it for when you want it open.
* Milia slams a hoof into it, opening the doors.
* Milia nods at a job well done. 'Button pressed; mission accomplished.' she thinks to herself
<uSea_GM> The door begin to open, suddenly letting in the loud sound of machine gun fire and cries of alarm.
* Cerberus as soon as she sees a target, the foal fires her rifle
* Spectre is hurrying to catch up with Berry and Milia
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* Milia takes a few deep breaths, readying herself for the fight. She looks down pensively at her saddlebags, before rummaging around and withdrawing her last syringe of Dash.
* Milia looks over at Atom. "I swear I don't normally use this stuff...bu it's kind of an emergency. Sorry, Doc."
* Spectre unslings her rifle as she skids to a stop at the doors with Milia and Berry
<uSea_GM> The armed slavers standing in the open are cut down in moments, but more rush out from tents to take up slightly more defensiable positions
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* Milia jams the needle tip into her leg and depresses the plunger. Instantly, the drugs begin to take effect, and the world begins to slow down considerably. She starts to breathe rapid, shallow breaths, her chest heaving rapidly underneath her armor. The zebra's irises have contracted a great deal, as well.
* Spectre scans the crowd for slavers that seem to be trying to bring order to the chaos
* ThePrettiestFilly is now known as AtomBell
* uSea_GM gives voice to AtomBell
* Cerberus the foal takes aim and opens fire
<uSea_GM> The slaver trying to organise the others is turned to ash by the filly's attack mid-order. The other slavers tremble in fear.
* Cerberus mutters to herself "i hate fillinoisslavers..."
* Spectre lets out a short laugh "Wonderful shot Berry!"
* Milia twitches, using every ounce of her willpower not to just charge forward, her Dash-addled brain screaming at her to move move move. Biting her lower lip, she lets out a frantic chuckle at the sight of the slaver dissolving under Berry's fusillade. "Greatjob...Cerberus...fuckingslavers..."
* Cerberus giggles "never underestimate a hellhound"
* AtomBell paces, running through all the potential injuries the slaves could have
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* Spectre chuckles, bringing up the rifle to sight down it's scope "Roger!" She fires off three rounds at three of the remaining four slavers from the group
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* Spectre reloads her rifle after
<uSea_GM> Chunks are blown out of the three slavers... frankly they look ready to run!"
* Spectre laughs gaily as the slavers are slaughtered in droves.
<uSea_GM> As Milia charges forward like a stripy missile, the slavers fire in panic!
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* Milia isn't about the give them that chance. Like a rocket, the zebra bursts from the door-way, throwing herself into the middle of the group. She takes a bullet on the way there, throwing off her aim for her first two attacks. The second round, however, is much more successful, as she plants two quick hits to one of the revolver wielding slavers' face.
<uSea_GM> Two more slavers crumple, their faces caved in.
* Milia follows up by planting a forehoof straight through the other revolver toting pony's skull, screaming as she's splattered with the aftermath. There is no elegance or finesse to be found in the way she's currently fighting.
<uSea_GM> The two survivors flee as fast as they can, joined by others from a neaby tent who had witnessed the slaughter. They make it to a gap in the caravans before a volly of rifle fire from the south brings them down.
* ThePrettiestFilly is now known as AtomBell
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* Milia quickly scas the area for any more slavers; she's still very much hyped up on dash and operating on a hair trigger, so to speak.
<uSea_GM> The battle rages in earnest but amid the confusion you spot the slave you had seen cooking trying to hide behind her pot. She's nearby.
* Milia goes over to the corpses of the slavers, looking for a detonator or anything she could use to remove collars.
<uSea_GM> Milia's quick search reveals nothing of use, but from her forward position she can see an armoured caravan firing at your allies to the south. Other slavers are on top and some are taking cover to each side. They'd be open to an attack from behind...
* Milia trots over to the slave. "G-g-go...inside...theycanhelp...you...ifyou'rehurt..." she manages to stammer out, her cadence very stilted and rushed, despite her best efforts not to terrify the poor mare.
* Cerberus steps out from the door, trying to find a better cover in the camp itself
<uSea_GM> The mare shakes, clearly scared, and is reluctant to move until she spots Short Stop standing with the group. He waves her forward and she runs inside.
* Spectre scans the area through the scope of her rifle
* Milia turns her head back to spot Short Stop in the door way. No longer having to worry about the mare, Milia decides to pop a healing potion, taking care of her own injuries before heading back into the fight.
* Milia turns to her group and waves them down. "MOREDOWN...MOREDOWNHERE!..." she calls out over the gunfire.
* Spectre hears Milia but decides to play dodge my bullets with two slavers she spotted with her scope, firing two shots at one and then a third at the second
* AtomBell tends to injured slaves as they come in
<uSea_GM> Three expertly placed shots kill one slaver and cripple another. +1 to Spectre's kill count.
* Cerberus moves a bit, tryng to see what milia is pointing at
<uSea_GM> Meanwhile the freed slave enters the base, standing in the corridor looking frightened
* AtomBell stands in the corridor, having stripped out of her armor almost as soon as she put it on to get some mobility back.  Notcing the mare entering, she turns to face her.
<Cerberus> me as soon as she notices the caravan, the foal stands up and takes aim, shooting twice at a pony hiding in a turret; both shots hit the target
* AtomBell smiles in what she hopes is a reassuring fashion, "Hello!"
* Milia barrels forward at the unaware slavers, keeping her momentum up. She unleashes another flurry on the hapless ponies around her, viciously thrashing out with spiked hooves.
<uSea_GM> Turret pony yells out an alarm and turns the turret towards you. From the front is it completley armoured giving no way to shoot the pony inside.
* Cerberus is hit by the suppressive fire, yelping in pain and getting ready to fire back
* Cerberus as a retaliation, the foal doesn't dive for cover, but aims at the pony on the roof and shoots
* Cerberus after placing 4 hits on 4 shots, the foal yells back "you call that firing? THIS is firing!"
<uSea_GM> The roof slaver screams as Cerberus burns a hole through his head.
* Milia nods in approval as she hears the death cry of the remaining roof slaver. That leaves just the three...all right next to her. This is very bad for them, and very good for her. Milia becomes a blender of kicks and bites, unrelenting in her assault against whoever is next to her, only stopping to move to the next as her current target is sufficiently brutalized.
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* Spectre uses all her AP to pretty much get into the line of fire and sits there twiddling her hooves.
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