FoE PNP Group 9 Session 31

[18:07] <~Quasar|GM>  *** PnP Group Number Nine: Session 31***
[18:11] <~Quasar|GM>  They say that the light that burns twice as bright, burns half as long. Last time, our heroes watched as the light that was Strifer die. Standing around their grave, with their tires blown out, or heroes took a moment to mourn the loss of yet another friend.
[18:11] <~Quasar|GM>  According to Desert_Eagle's Pipbuck map, they're very close to Deep Six, and it's around midnight.
[18:14] * Challenger steps back from the grave and starts toward the van. "Deagle, how far away are we? I'd like to be quit of mister Fang's debt soon."
[18:15] <Desert_Eagle> "Pretty close actually, jus' a li'l ways more up th' road."
[18:16] * Challenger nods. "Let's go then."
[18:16] * Wraith looks down the road "We're already late, aren't we"
[18:17] <Challenger> "Not yet."
[18:17] <Wraith> "Well I'm pretty sure this Fang character was banking on us having the van with his timelimit."
[18:17] <~Quasar|GM>  Using the Pipbuck's super high-tech watch function, Desert_Eagle sees that they have about an hour to meet Ohjef.
[18:18] <Desert_Eagle> "Mmmm, indeed. We still got 'n hour left though."
[18:18] * Strudel shakes her head a little as she trots away from the grave, back towards the van with the others, "I've got an idea about that, but we've already lost a lot of time... If that wasn't all of them."
[18:18] <Wraith> "Well then, I'm sorry but we need to get going."
[18:19] <Wraith> "We can hit Strifer's grave on the way back for a longer time of respect."
[18:19] * Challenger climbs into the van.
[18:20] * Cloudy_Breeze took it pretty hard. It's not just Strifer... it's the whole of her life. She's sick of it. Well... Maybe it's time to start turning things around. She turns toward the others. "Tires are trashed... the van ain't goin' nowhere, not like this. We gotta hoof it."
[18:20] <Challenger> "Grab anything you think we'll need from in here."
[18:20] <~Quasar|GM>  The van seems a little emptier without Strifer flopped over the seats.
[18:21] * Wraith sighs and hops into the van to collect all of her stuff
[18:22] * Desert_Eagle grabs his stuff as well.
[18:23] * Strudel snaps her wings forcefully, kicking up a cloud of dust as she breaks from the ground, "Hey, a group that organized needs some transportation of their own, don't they? We should check the surrounding area to see if they left left a wagon or something behind."
[18:23] * Challenger looks thru what used to be Lollygag's things. "Good idea. Get on it."
[18:24] * Cloudy_Breeze is pretty much ready to go. She keeps most of what she needs with her. "Ah'm all set, so ah'll help check." She cautiously trots over toward where the leader had originally come out from.
[18:24] * Desert_Eagle checks the load for his carbine, frowning slightly. "Mhmm."
[18:27] * Challenger pulls out a weapon from Lolly's bag. "Interesting..."
[18:28] * Wraith looks over at Challenger "What's interesting?
[18:28] * Strudel takes off at low altitude towards where Strifer had died, checking through the underbrush off the side of the road.
[18:29] * Challenger holds up the Mesmetron.
[18:29] <~Quasar|GM>  The device challenger holds seems to be a jury-rigged contraption, made from an old laser pistol, radio parts, and a terminal monitor. It hums softly.
[18:29] <Challenger> "You want it? There's some ammo too."
[18:30] <Wraith> "Whoa. That's certainly interesting. Mind if I take a look?"
[18:30] * Challenger hoofs it over.
[18:30] * Desert_Eagle blinks. "Wha' is it?"
[18:31] <Challenger> "Not sure, but I'm pretty sure that I shouldn't operate it. I'm no good with MEWs.
[18:31] <Challenger> "
[18:31] * Wraith takes it in her telekinesis and examines it "Dunno.;'
[18:32] <~Quasar|GM>  On the side of the monitor is a fading decal that reads "QB-68 Microwave Emitter."
[18:32] <Wraith> "...Microwave gun?"
[18:32] * Desert_Eagle blinks again. "Wat."
[18:32] <Challenger> "Definetly out of my expertise range."
[18:33] <~Quasar|GM>  Strudel spots a small campsite that was hastily abandoned. The tinder in the fire is still smoking.
[18:34] * Cloudy_Breeze keeps looking around the area for something that might be of use.
[18:34] * Wraith taps the decal "Well if this is correct, it sends out a pulse of energy similar to a microwave. Basically cooks things. Well cooking things with a weapons grade level."
[18:34] <Wraith> "That's just a guess though."
[18:35] * Challenger goes back into Lolly's stuff, pulling out the ammunition for it. "Well, congrats. It's yours now."
[18:35] * Desert_Eagle chuckles a bit at that. "Sure's an intrestin' way t' cook."
[18:36] <~Quasar|GM>  Both Desert_Eagle and Wraith wrack their brains for a moment, and both notice that something has been jury-rigged on to the bottom, a small, spring-loaded firing mechanism.
[18:37] * Challenger rummages around some more. "...huh. Chocolate Frosted Sugar Bombs. Why did I not notice these before?"
[18:37] <Challenger> "I'm taking em."
[18:37] * Desert_Eagle examines it carefully. "Mmmmmm..."
[18:37] * Strudel scoffs at the campsite, landing hard and kicking dirt into the fire pit as she stomps around, looking for any clues before expanding her search.
[18:37] * Wraith rotates the weapon around so she and Deagle can get a closer look "What's that?"
[18:38] <~Quasar|GM>  Strudel's keen ears can hear a faint buzzing coming from somewhere in the campsite.
[18:39] <~Quasar|GM>  Desert_Eagle and Wraith can spot something loaded into the small chamber. It's a ring, but without taking it out, it would be hard to know what it is for certain.
[18:39] * Desert_Eagle frowns. "Firin' mechanism o' some sort, spring loaded. There's somethin' loaded 'n there too."
[18:39] * Wraith sees if she can remove the ring, a locking mechanism maybe
[18:41] <~Quasar|GM>  Unfortunately, the weapon doesn't seem to have a clip release or anything. It probably wasn't built with one.
[18:41] * Wraith looks at Desert_Eagle "Well one way to find out what this does."
[18:41] * Desert_Eagle nods. "Eeyup."
[18:42] * Wraith points the weapon at the wall of the van "Fire in the hole!" she pulls the trigger
[18:42] * Strudel twitches her ears a little at the buzzing. Kicking one last hoof of dirt onto the fire, she leans down a little, trying to listen closer for it as she moves around slowly, her wings twitching and ready to send her back into the air.
[18:43] * Challenger collects a few more things from Lolly's bag, then puts it back on a shelf. "Well, are we ready? We're losing time here."
[18:43] <~Quasar|GM>  There's a soft "ping!" as the spring releases and sends the disc-shaped projectile flying into the van. Followed shortly after, the terminal screen glows a bright blue and recoils hard, sending a burst of energy after the projectile.
[18:43] * Desert_Eagle jumps back. "Hello!"
[18:43] <Wraith> "Whoa!"
[18:44] * Challenger drops to the floor.
[18:44] * Wraith laughs "THAT IS /AWESOME/"
[18:44] <Challenger> "BE CAREFUL DAMNIT!"
[18:44] * Desert_Eagle chuckles.
[18:45] <Wraith> "I wasn't pointing it at you you big baby."
[18:45] <~Quasar|GM>  The projectile clatters to the floor, and the blue wave of energy burns a hole right through the wall of the van. The metal is glowing white hot around the hole.
[18:45] <Challenger> "Nevertheless. Gun Control."
[18:45] <Wraith> "Whoopsies."
[18:46] <Wraith> "I think I like Energy weapons though."
[18:46] <~Quasar|GM>  Strudel can tell that, whatever's buzzing, it's coming from a tent near the fire.
[18:46] * Desert_Eagle taps the wall. "'Nother thing t' fix." He leans down and picks up the projectile, examining it.
[18:47] * Challenger sighs and gets up off the floor. "Let's just get moving already alright? D, go find the others. We're on the clock here."
[18:47] <Wraith> "Right, sorry. We'll take a look at this later Deagle, kay?"
[18:48] * Desert_Eagle nods. "Sure thing Wraith."
[18:49] * Challenger climbs out of the van.
[18:49] * Wraith grins and picks up the ring "Lets get going. I guess me and Chal can get going, you'll probably be able to catch up with us pretty easily."
[18:50] * Desert_Eagle nods, and heads out to find Strudel and Cloudy_Breeze.
[18:50] <~Quasar|GM>  Now that it's up close, Wraith instantly recognizes the ring in her hooves as an explosive Slave Collar.
[18:50] <Wraith> "...Whoa."
[18:50] <Wraith> "Whoa whoa whoa whoa."
[18:50] <Wraith> "Uhhhh."
[18:50] <Wraith> "Chal?"
[18:51] * Wraith hops out of the van and trots after Challenger
[18:51] * Strudel moves up to the tent and then second, guesses herself, moving around to its rear and pulling out her knife, cutting a small hole to peer through.
[18:51] * Cloudy_Breeze isn't too far away.
[18:51] <~Quasar|GM>  The tent is empty. It looks like whoever was sleeping in there left their duffel bag behind. The buzzing seems to originate from within the duffel.
[18:51] <Challenger> "What?"
[18:52] * Wraith holds up the collar "Recognize this?"
[18:52] <Challenger> "Not particularly."
[18:52] <Wraith> "It's a slave collar."
[18:53] <Wraith> "The /gun you gave me shot this thing out/."
[18:53] <Desert_Eagle> "Hey Breezy! Where'd that other pegasus, uhh, Miss Strudel, go?"
[18:53] <Challenger> "Ah... Well. That's interesting."
[18:53] * Strudel takes a careful glance around inside the tent to make sure it's safe before cutting the hole all the way to the ground and slipping through it to carefully open and examine the duffel.
[18:53] <Wraith> "This thing shoots slave collars? Is this a slaver weapon? Wait, don't answer that."
[18:53] * Cloudy_Breeze glances up. "Dunno, further on ah think." She pauses. "Can't find anythin'."
[18:54] <Challenger> "Probably is. How did Lolly get it tho?"
[18:54] <Challenger> "Doesn't matter. We need to get going."
[18:54] * Desert_Eagle nods, and starts looking around for Strudel.
[18:54] * Wraith shrugs "We are going. What, can you not talk and walk?"
[18:55] <~Quasar|GM>  Inside the duffel is a few days worth of MRE rations, a combat knife (70%), and a rolled up scroll of parchment. The parchment is vibrating softly, ringing like a phone.
[18:57] * Strudel pulls the scroll out and rolls it open onto the floor away from her.
[18:57] * Wraith trots ahead.
[18:58] * Challenger walks along with.
[18:58] * Desert_Eagle continues to look for Strudel.
[18:59] <~Quasar|GM>  As Strudel unrolls the scroll, text begins to write itself on the partchment in fine black ink. "There you are. Thought you'd never fucking pick up. You're three days late on your report. So let's have it."
[18:59] * Cloudy_Breeze abandons her search and heads back toward the van. She calls out, "No luck. Looks like we're hoofin' it after all."
[19:02] * Strudel taps a hoof on her chin and looks for something to write with.
[19:02] <~Quasar|GM>  There's a quill pen in the bag, nestled in the bottom.
[19:06] * Strudel picks up the quill pen carefully and presses it down on a blank part of the scroll, writing quickly, "Targets lost, wounded. Send retrieval."
[19:07] <~Quasar|GM>  The text scribbles back. "The fuck does that mean. Walk it off, bitch."
[19:08] * Challenger scans the roadside as they walk.
[19:09] * Desert_Eagle waits with growing impatience for Strudel.
[19:10] <~Quasar|GM>  The ground before Wraith and Challenger rises sharply upward, blending into the mountain before them.
[19:11] <Wraith> "...Where the fuck is Deagle?"
[19:11] <Wraith> "He should have rejoined us already."
[19:11] * Strudel sighs and touches the pen back down, "Dead on both sides. Hear so-" She lifts the pen away from the scroll and then drops it, making sure it hits point first to spatter ink.
[19:11] <Challenger> "Very good question. You got anything to make a torch with?"
[19:12] * Wraith pulls out her lighter "I got this."
[19:12] * Desert_Eagle grumbles. "Ah shoulda gotten her PipBuck tag..."
[19:12] <~Quasar|GM>  The scroll seemingly rolls itself up and closes, done with whatever silly think Strudel was doing with it.
[19:14] * Wraith looks at her lighter then pulls out a cigarette and lights it "Mini torch."
[19:14] <Challenger> "Works for me."
[19:17] * Cloudy_Breeze waits for Desert_Eagle by the van.
[19:18] * Desert_Eagle gives up and lands by Cloudy_Breeze. "Fuck it. Le's go. She c'n catch up ah'm sure."
[19:19] * Strudel stuffs the duffle of rations into her saddlebags, picking up the scroll and ditching it in the fire pit before giving the area around the camp another quick search.
[19:19] * Wraith puffs on her cigarette happily
[19:19] * Cloudy_Breeze gives a sigh. "Let's get goin' then." She trots ahead at a quick pace.
[19:20] * Desert_Eagle nods, and takes to the air above Cloudy_Breeze, heading after Wraith and Challenger.
[19:23] <~Quasar|GM>  Strudel finds a few scraps of what was likely dinner for the slaver party, but no much else of worth.
[19:26] * Strudel scoffs and makes her way back to the van, to find the rest of the group.
[19:27] * Desert_Eagle is probably flying high enough for Strudel to see.
[19:28] <~Quasar|GM>  The trees overhead are too thick for Strudel to see much of anything above her.
[19:28] <~Quasar|GM>  She finds that the group has left the van, and taken mostly everything with them. Save the cake, of course.
[19:32] * Strudel sighs at the sight of her masterpiece sitting on the floor of the car. She trots up and retrieves her frying pan from next to it, giving the cake a gentle pat with it to smooth out the frosting before wiping the pan off on a seat, "I'm sorry, baby... I'll make sure and pay back those meanie ponies for you..." Shaking her head, she returns to the exit of the van, and after checking her PipBuck map for orientation to Deep
[19:33] * Strudel *Deep Six, takes off to find the party.
[19:34] * Wraith keeps puffing on her cigarette
[19:35] * Challenger looks around, surveying the terrain.
[19:37] <~Quasar|GM>  After a while, the entire group has assembled at the sharp incline that is Mt. Hoofclop. According to both Pipbuck maps, they group is standing inside Deep Six.
[19:38] <Challenger> "So... where the fuck is it?"
[19:38] * Wraith looks up then stomps her hoof
[19:38] * Strudel clears her throat, having rejoined the group, "So... why did you leave the cake behind?"
[19:39] <Challenger> "Because reasons like we can't carry it and defend ourselves."
[19:39] <Desert_Eagle> "Cause we can't carry it, an' were here, by th' way."
[19:39] <Challenger> "Well go back for it after we find our contact, which we have how long left to do?"
[19:40] * Strudel looks between the two ponies, "Because you know... if it doesn't get delivered, you don't get paid..."
[19:40] <~Quasar|GM>  Wraith doesn't see much when she looks up, or down, or anywhere!
[19:40] * Cloudy_Breeze decides to take a look around. She takes a flight around to see if she can spot something.
[19:41] <Challenger> "I just said we'd go get it when we can. Calm down lady."
[19:41] <Wraith> "Well 'deep' implies underground I guess"
[19:41] <Wraith> "Look for an entrance?"
[19:41] * Wraith whistles "Also anypony around?"
[19:42] * Desert_Eagle takes a look around as well, nodding. "Perhaps..."
[19:42] <Strudel> '/me stares blankly at Challenger, "You left a cake. In the middle of a road. A cake."
[19:42] <Wraith> "Wait we left the cake?"
[19:43] <Challenger> "In an armored van. It'll be fine. In case you didn't notice, the van was rendered inoperable because of a bunch of fucking dicks that killed one of our friends. So you'll excuse me if I care little for your cake."
[19:43] <Wraith> "Well we were kind of supposed to deliver it. Goddess no wonder we never get paid."
[19:45] <~Quasar|GM>  Desert_Eagle and Wraith don't spy much. But, on a second glance, while admiring the majesty of Mt. Hoofclop, Desert_Eagle spots something curious out of the corner of his eye. It's about 300 yards up from his position.
[19:45] <Challenger> "Less talking, more finding the entrance so we don't have a dragon looking to melt us down."
[19:45] <Challenger> "Unless that gets you off."
[19:45] * Strudel shakes her head at Challenger and trots off to look around, "Well, it's your two-grand. I guess you can squander it however you want. Not like you need charity."
[19:45] <Wraith> "Well how would I know?"
[19:45] <Wraith> "I've never had it done."
[19:45] <Wraith> "It might be hot."
[19:45] * Wraith grins
[19:45] <Desert_Eagle> "Hey, wait a sec... There's somethin' up 'ere..."
[19:46] <Wraith> "How about a couple of us go and get the cake?"
[19:46] <Challenger> To Wraith: Stop that." To Strudel: "And that means what exactly?"
[19:46] * Desert_Eagle flies up to what he spotted.
[19:48] <~Quasar|GM>  It would take Desert_Eagle a looooong time to get there. The closer he gets, the more defined the object becomes. It's a very large, cigar shaped black splotch, still a little unclear from the fog, which is just now rolling in.
[19:49] <Wraith> "Seriously, I'll go get the cake. I need 600 caps."
[19:50] * Desert_Eagle frowns, unslinging his carbine. "Th' hell..." He gets closer, trying to figure out what it was.
[19:50] * Strudel glances up towards where Desert was looking before flying off. She thinks shes what he was looking at, but ignores it in favor of turning back to Challenger, "What I mean is, you're flat broke, indebted to a dragon, apparently, and you have ponies trying to kill you. I think it seems like you could use a pony being friendly."
[19:50] <Wraith> "Thank you!"
[19:50] <Wraith> "Goddess, every pony we meet we piss off."
[19:51] <~Quasar|GM>  Maybe if he took off his sunglasses, it would be easier to see things at night. The cigar gets larger and larger the closer Desert_Eagle gets to it.
[19:51] <Wraith> "Torched a scientists life work last time."
[19:51] <Wraith> "Honestly I'm surprised that we got out of Perch in one piece."
[19:52] <Challenger> "Fine... we'll go get the cake. You," points at Strudel "Stay here and show us the way in when we get back... If there is one. "Let's go, Wraith."
[19:52] <Wraith> "Kay."
[19:52] * Desert_Eagle peers over his Aviators at it. "Hmmmm..."
[19:53] * Challenger heads off back to the Van. "And Tell Deagle to make contact while we're gone!"
[19:53] * Strudel smiles softly, her eyes flashing with a faint light, "Thank you."
[19:54] <~Quasar|GM>  Now that he's not wearing sunglasses at night like a twit, Desert_Eagle can make out some faint lettering. "LF-41" it says, the white paint barely visible. He's still about 100 yards away.
[19:55] * Cloudy_Breeze watches from the air as Desert_Eagle heads toward... something. She wonders what it is, and heads toward him.
[19:56] * Desert_Eagle flies closer towards it, picking up speed.
[19:56] * Wraith is following Challenger
[19:58] <~Quasar|GM>  Cloudy_Breeze gets an eyeful of Desert_Eagle's butt. Desert_Eagle, on the other hand, can see a trio of figures descending from the fog above him. Laser rifles drawn, one in the middle barks, "Holster that weapon!"
[19:59] * Strudel trots up to the rockface and leans against it, making herself comfortable while she waits.
[19:59] <~Quasar|GM>  Wraith and Challenger find the cake as they had left it. That frosting looks delicious...
[19:59] * Desert_Eagle pulls up his EFS, pulling to a hover. He slowly slings his rifle. "Don't want no trouble now."
[20:00] <~Quasar|GM>  The pony in the middle floats down, right in front of Desert_Eagle. His EFS shows three yellow ticks. "'Course you don't. State your business here."
[20:00] <Challenger> "Alright. Lift it onto my back and let's get going back."
[20:01] <Challenger> "And close the door before we go."
[20:01] <Desert_Eagle> "We're 'ere t' deliver a cake sir."
[20:02] <~Quasar|GM>  The pegasus blinks, then looks to his comrades. "Uh... where's the cake, then?"
[20:02] <Wraith> "You sure you can keep it steady? I can probably just carry it in telekinesis if you make sure no more slavers try to gut me while I'm occupied
[20:02] <Challenger> "Just steady it. I can take it's weight. Probably."
[20:03] <Desert_Eagle> "I's back down at our van, which got disabled by a group o' slavers a li'l ways down th' road."
[20:03] * Wraith shrugs and lifts the cake up and places it carefully on Challenger's back, keeping it held in her telekinesis to keep it steady
[20:04] <~Quasar|GM>  The pegasus shifts his weapon on to his shoulder. "So... you're not here to deliver a cake, then. Who are you delivering the cake to, exactly?"
[20:04] * Challenger takes the weight. "Ok, we're not far from the others. We should be fine."
[20:04] * Challenger starts heading back.
[20:05] * Wraith nods and trots after Challenger
[20:05] * Cloudy_Breeze glances at the pegasi. Namely, she checks for cutie marks. "We got ponies bringin' it this way now."
[20:05] <Challenger> "Did you close the door?
[20:05] <Challenger> "
[20:05] * Wraith closes the door "Totally."
[20:05] * Desert_Eagle shrugs. "Ah'm not sure. We were hired by another pony t' transport it."
[20:05] * Challenger nods.
[20:06] <~Quasar|GM>  All three ponies wear a Dashite brand on their flanks. One of them is giving Breezy a look. "And they didn't tell you who to give it to?" He asks, dubious.
[20:07] * Desert_Eagle shakes his head. "Nnope, pretty silly t' 'ave not asked 'n hindsight though..."
[20:08] <~Quasar|GM>  The guard rolls his eyes. "Yeah, pretty silly. I'm gonna have to ask you to take a hike."
[20:09] <Desert_Eagle> "Hey! Ah ain't lyin' 'ere. Ah c'n go get th' mare we're deliverin' th' cake for if yah want."
[20:10] * Cloudy_Breeze gives the pegasus a look right back. "Our transportation's outta commission. We couldn't 'take a hike' even if we wanted to."
[20:10] <~Quasar|GM>  The guard squints, trying to decipher the mess of a sentence that Deagle just said. "Sorry, buddy. Take your marefriend and get lost."
[20:12] * Desert_Eagle snorts, shoving his Aviators back on. "Breezy, yah handle 'em while ah get Miss Strudel."
[20:13] <~Quasar|GM>  The guard blinks again, turning to his comrades to confer. "Strudel? Ooooh, her! Right, go grab her, then! Double time!"
[20:13] <Desert_Eagle> "Oh? So now yah want t' meet 'er."
[20:14] * Desert_Eagle snorts again, and dives back down towards the ground.
[20:14] <~Quasar|GM>  The guard snorts right back. "You never said it was... fuckin' hicks..." He mutters.
[20:14] <Desert_Eagle> "Oi! Ah heard that!"
[20:15] * Strudel is humming to herself as she lounges against the rocks, something about weddings.
[20:15] <~Quasar|GM>  "Like hell you did! Go back to the country, where you belong." The Guard looks to Breezy. "Don't know -what- you see in him."
[20:16] * Cloudy_Breeze gives a derisive snort. "Nothin' at all." She pauses a moment. "We need spare tires and metal as well. Ya'll got any we could buy? Else, we ain't gonna be movin' anytime soon."
[20:16] * Desert_Eagle lands in front of Strudel a short time later. "Hey, Miss Strudel, th' guards up to wanna talk t' yah."
[20:18] <~Quasar|GM>  The guard who had been eyeing Breezy gives a slight nod. "Yeah, I can help you out there. I'm the mechanic around here. Once you show us this 'cake', we can talk about getting the 'car' fixed."
[20:18] * Strudel looks to Desert and slides down from the rock, fluttering her wings gently, "Oh, you found guards, huh? Alright, lead the way Dessert."
[20:19] * Cloudy_Breeze nods slowly. After a few moments of thought, she asks, "Say, y'all wouldn't happen to have seen any dragons around, would ya?"
[20:19] * Desert_Eagle nods, launching back into the air and leading Strudel back up to the guards.
[20:20] * Challenger arrives a minute after the two fliers leave. "Ok... now where is everypony?"
[20:20] * Strudel stretches her wings and takes off after the pegasi, following him easily back to the guards.
[20:20] * Wraith groans "Do you know how straining this is?"
[20:21] <~Quasar|GM>  "Hmmm... well, there are thos dragons that play poker on Thursdays on 1-39... And that Fang cat from Pier 37." The main guard says, shrugging a little.
[20:22] <Challenger> "Let's set it down then."
[20:23] * Wraith nods "I don't even know if I should be doing this this early after surgery. And recently being torn in half. Recentlyish."
[20:24] <Challenger> "When we get inside, you can find a doctor if you want."
[20:25] <Wraith> "Well I kind of doubt it, but I do need 600 caps for a part of my eye so I can actually have even the sembalance of depth perception"
[20:25] <Challenger> "Really? You can't see far from near?"
[20:26] <Wraith> "Well I can but it's a little off."
[20:26] <Challenger> "That's gotta suck."
[20:27] * Wraith holds her forehooves a couple centimeters apart "Just a bit."
[20:28] <Challenger> "More than a little, I'd say. Never be able to shoot right."
[20:28] <Wraith> "Probably why I've been missing so much..."
[20:30] <Wraith> "Ah damn I just realized I'll probably have to pay for the instalation, too...I'm never going to get this to work..."
[20:31] * Cloudy_Breeze gives a contemplative 'hmmm'. If that doesn't get a response... "Y'all heard of somepony named Ohjef, then?"
[20:31] <Challenger> "Nah, you'll be fine."
[20:32] <~Quasar|GM>  The guards glance at each other and snicker. "That we do, miss. Why do you ask?"
[20:33] <Wraith> "Chall we get caps like once in a blue moon, and we kind of need ammo. ammo isn't inexpensive, and clearly we need to get better equipment, weapons, armor..."
[20:33] <Wraith> "An expensive part for a cybernetic..."
[20:33] * Cloudy_Breeze eyes them a bit venomously. "'Cause we have business to discuss."
[20:33] <Wraith> "Well we could get a lot of stuff for that."
[20:34] <~Quasar|GM>  The guards look at her dubiously. "Ah. So you're -not- here to deliver a cake, then."
[20:34] <Challenger> "Doesn't mean you won't be fine, either way."
[20:34] * Desert_Eagle /now/ arrives with Strudel.
[20:35] <Wraith> "Eventually probably, but..." She sighs "Oh I don't know."
[20:35] * Cloudy_Breeze rolls her eyes. "We are."
[20:36] * Desert_Eagle glares at the guards from under his Aviators. "Oi, ah'm back with Miss Strudel."
[20:36] <~Quasar|GM>  The guards eye Desert_Eagle as he returns with the pretty pegasus pony. "Ah, there she is. So, where's the cake, then?
[20:36] <~Quasar|GM>  "
[20:37] * Strudel does a graceful swirl as she levels out, beaming a smile at the guards, "Hello, dears. Well... hopefully it'll be here soon... these ponies went and just /left it behind/..."
[20:38] <~Quasar|GM>  The guards smile a little. "Huh. Guess that's what happens when you go with 'Hick Deliveries' to transport your cake. Anyway, I get the feeling that none of you have been to Deep Six before, right?"
[20:40] <Desert_Eagle> "Nnope, an' I don't even wanna visit."
[20:40] * Cloudy_Breeze gives the guards a blank look. "Wonder what tipped ya off there?"
[20:41] * Wraith sighs and plops down
[20:41] <~Quasar|GM>  The guard doing most of the talking looks to Desert_Eagle. "Then don't. None of us are making you."
[20:43] * Strudel smiles gently at the guard, "Couldn't be helped, I'm afraid. None of the other sisters would be coming out that way for weeks. An earth pony and a unicorn should be coming with the cake soon, so I'll need you to show them the way in too, please.
[20:43] <Desert_Eagle> "Well, ya'll ain't, but seein' as ah'm th' sniper o' this 'Hicks Deliverys', ah don't have much o' a choice anyway." He grumbles.
[20:45] <~Quasar|GM>  The guard seriously doubts that you'd need a sniper in Deep Six, but says nothing. "Well, they're gonna find it pretty hard to climb that mountain with a cake... any of you planning on helping them up?"
[20:45] <Desert_Eagle> "Ah c'n carry Wraith... Challenger... yeahno."
[20:46] * Challenger grumbles to himself then turns and glares up the mountain. "HEY!! HURRY THE FUCK UP!!!"
[20:47] <Desert_Eagle> "Was hopin' y'all could help us a little, actually."
[20:48] <~Quasar|GM>  The guard rolls his eyes and slings his laser across his back. "Fine. But if you pull anything, you're dust."
[20:49] * Strudel smiles gently, "I'm afraid I'm paid for my good looks, not being able to lift ponies. I'd be very grateful for your help, dears."
[20:50] * Desert_Eagle nods politely to the guard. "Thank yah kindly."
[20:51] <~Quasar|GM>  The guard grumbles and begins the descent down to the ground. The other two remain in position, floating gently and checking their weapons.
[20:53] * Cloudy_Breeze waits a few moments, then asks, "So, about the other business...?"
[20:53] * Strudel follows the guard back down to the ground, just in case she needed to help explain anything.
[20:54] * Wraith scratches her flank idly while she wait
[20:55] * Challenger stands next to the cake, waiting.
[20:55] * Desert_Eagle follows the guard down with Strudel.
[20:56] <~Quasar|GM>  One of them nods. "Yeah, Captain Ohjef is probably expecting you. We'll get you an escort once we get that cake."
[20:57] <~Quasar|GM>  The guard pony touches down next to Challenger. "So... you -are- here to deliver a cake, then. Well I'll be damned."
[20:58] <Challenger> "Very observant of you. There a ground-level entrance so we can get this in easily?"
[20:58] * Strudel smiles gently, floating a little above the ground, "Oh, you got it back in one piece even!"
[20:59] <Wraith> "We are in fact here to deliver a cake. I thought they'd have made that clear"
[20:59] <Desert_Eagle> "Ah did."
[21:00] <~Quasar|GM>  The guard chuckles a little. "That's a negative. And... your friends aren't very good at making their intentions clear. But, let's get this cake up. The only entrance is about 1000 feet up."
[21:00] <Wraith> "Apparently not sweetie. Otherwise they wouldn't have been so surprised."
[21:00] <Wraith> "Wait."
[21:00] <Wraith> "You're fucking kidding me, right?"
[21:00] <Wraith> "Hmmm...Can I get cybernetic wings?"
[21:00] <Challenger> "Only... right. You up for carrying that thing with your horn, Wraith?"
[21:01] <~Quasar|GM>  The guard looks around for who Wraith is talking to, tipping his head.
[21:01] * Wraith was mostly voicing an idle thought about the wings
[21:01] <Wraith> "Yea I can carry the cake."
[21:01] <Desert_Eagle> "An ah c'n carry Wraith."
[21:02] * Challenger looks at the guard. "...no dropping me, got it?"
[21:02] <Wraith> "Same goes for you Deagle. No dropping. Dropping bad."
[21:02] <~Quasar|GM>  The guard blinks. "Wait, wait, wait. You want me to haul his rump up there? I pride myself on my flying... but..."
[21:03] * Strudel giggles softly, "He is an awful lot of pony to carry huh... Well I suppose I can try to help too."
[21:03] <Challenger> "Hey I don't like it much more than you. Fix it by installing stairs."
[21:03] * Desert_Eagle chuckles. "'Course not Wraith." He smiles.
[21:04] <Wraith> "I can carry a cake or a pony."
[21:04] <Wraith> "Your choice."
[21:04] <~Quasar|GM>  The guard looks to Strudel. "Yeah... we can probably get him up there together... And if you want to carve 7000 stairs into a mountain, be my guest."
[21:05] <Wraith> "Unless a certain pony wants to make two trips."
[21:05] * Desert_Eagle shrugs. "Ah don't mind."
[21:05] <Challenger> "Nope. Not my town. Sorry."
[21:06] <~Quasar|GM>  The guard points to Desert_Eagle. "Yeah, you can carry your friend here, I'll take the unicorn."
[21:06] <Desert_Eagle> "Yrahno."
[21:06] <Desert_Eagle> Yeahno*]
[21:08] <Wraith> "'Parently I'm a mute."
[21:09] <Desert_Eagle> "We c'n do what Wraith jus' said, make two trips."
[21:09] <Wraith> "I'd say take Chall up first. Do the heavy lifting before the light."
[21:09] <Wraith> "No offense, Chall."
[21:09] * Challenger sighs n sits down. "Just hurry, okay? We're probably way late now."
[21:10] <Challenger> "Whatever."
[21:10] <Wraith> "Would you chill the fuck out?"
[21:10] <~Quasar|GM>  The guard facehoofs. "You aren't a delivery company, are you? He asks, lowering himself down so -somepony- can climb on his back.
[21:10] <Wraith> "Not professionally."
[21:10] * Desert_Eagle offers his back to Wraith.
[21:10] <Wraith> "We're doing this as payment."
[21:10] * Strudel rolls her eyes as she touches down, "As fun as this is, I really just want to get my cake taken care of..."
[21:10] * Wraith climbs up onto Desert_Eagle's back
[21:11] <Wraith> "Payment for payment?"
[21:11] <Wraith> "I don't even know anymore."
[21:11] * Desert_Eagle chuckles.
[21:12] <Wraith> "I was kind of unconscious and undergoing surgery while all the details were worked out."
[21:12] <~Quasar|GM>  "Mother of Luna... Big guy. Get over here. I've got a city to protect."
[21:13] * Desert_Eagle lofts into a low hover, keeping his back flat.
[21:14] * Wraith picks up the cake carefully with his telekinesis
[21:14] <Wraith> her*
[21:14] * Challenger gets up and walks over. "Just... buy me dinner after okay?"
[21:15] <~Quasar|GM>  The guard inhales sharply. "If you get me a wheelchair, it's a date." He mutters, extending his wings.
[21:15] * Wraith snerks
[21:16] * Desert_Eagle ascends, making sure his back stays flat so Wraith doesn't fall.
[21:16] * Strudel waves her hoof to Wraith, "It's part of the extended contract for goods and services rendered. That's how your team ended up with food and was able to stay the night without sleeping in your van."
[21:16] * Cloudy_Breeze watches them flounder around below and gives a sigh.
[21:16] <Wraith> "Like I said I was under, Strudel dear. Thanks for clarifying."
[21:19] * Strudel lifts off carefully and flies over to the guard, hooking her hooves under the straps of Challenger's saddlebags to help support his weight a little, "No problem. Now let's get going."
[21:20] * Desert_Eagle heads back up the mountain with Wraith.
[21:21] * Wraith maintains the cake beside them, holding onto Desert_Eagle muttering "So not built for heights. "
[21:21] * Challenger tries to be as light as possible.
[21:21] <~Quasar|GM>  The guard gives a nod as he gets in position. "Let's." he says, taking off. After about fifteen minutes, they join the other fliers. "All right..." The guard pants, pointing a forehoof at the cigar. "Entrance is over here."
[21:22] * Desert_Eagle manuvers over towards the entrance.
[21:25] <~Quasar|GM>  The guard and Strufel float over to the top of the cigar. Everypony can tell that it's made entirely of metal. The word's "HMLS VERTIGO" are printed on a large nameplate near the end. A large propeller swings in the wind.
[21:26] <~Quasar|GM>  Strudel*
[21:26] * Challenger looks at the sub. "Not gonna ask how."
[21:27] <~Quasar|GM>  Only about half of the cigar is exposed, but Challenger remembers seeing something like it in a book once.
[21:27] <~Quasar|GM>  The rest is embedded deep in the mountain side.
[21:28] <Wraith> "Gonna continue not really caring what it is, just as long as I get back onto something ground like"
[21:31] <~Quasar|GM>  The guard carrying Challenger collapses, breathing heavily. Another guard opens a hatch nearby and motions the group over. "Here we go, down the hatch."
[21:32] * Desert_Eagle lets out a low whistle, landing on the... thing. "What is this thing?"
[21:32] * Wraith kisses Desert_Eagle's cheek then hops off and kisses the ground
[21:32] <~Quasar|GM>  The guard slides down a ladder on to the hatch. "This... is Deep Six."
[21:33] <Wraith> "Uh, Bit of a problem"
[21:33] <Wraith> "Ladders aren't good for cakes I don't think."
[21:33] * Cloudy_Breeze flies up behind them. "We good to go?"
[21:34] * Desert_Eagle chuckles, looking from the cake to the hatch. "Float it down?"
[21:34] <~Quasar|GM>  The ladder is a tight squeeze, but with Wraith holding the cake in her TK, she should be able to do as Desert_Eagle suggests. The guard motions for them to follow him as he descends. The other two remain on the surface.
[21:35] * Wraith shrugs "Alright, here goes nothing." She climbs down onto the ladder, carefully floating the cake down after her
[21:36] * Strudel is panting a little with exertion as she lets go of Challenger's packs and lands a few steps away, "Yes... please don't ruin it at this point..."
[21:36] <Wraith> "Trying not to dear." She calls up.
[21:38] * Cloudy_Breeze waits for everypony else to climb in before she follows them.
[21:41] <~Quasar|GM>  Wraith guides the cake gently down the ladder, until she feels a metal grate beneath her. A large sign indicated that she has arrived in "Compartment 4."
[21:41] * Desert_Eagle climbs down after Wraith, probably giving her a nice view~.
[21:42] * Wraith sighs and steps out of the way, floating the cake down level to her. She does get a nice view once the cakes out of the way~
[21:44] <~Quasar|GM>  The guard turns a large wheel and a door opens with a hiss. The sound of a bustling market fill the tiny space as the guard leads Wraith out of the stair well.
[21:45] * Wraith whistles a little "Not quite what I was expecting."
[21:45] * Desert_Eagle trots after Wraith, pushing his Aviators up.
[21:46] * Strudel follows after Deagle, axiously looking over the cake to make sure it's survived the journey intact. Once she's satisfied she allows herself to glance around their surroundings.
[21:47] <~Quasar|GM>  Compartment 4 is a long, tube-like room, with patchwork market stalls lining the walls, farther than anypony can see. Colorful christmas lights illuminate the compartment, and upbeat jazz fills the air.
[21:48] * Wraith looks towards Strudel "So uh, you know where this is going?"
[21:48] * Desert_Eagle humms. "Mmmm, ah do like me some jazz."
[21:48] <Wraith> "It's certainly nice."
[21:49] <Desert_Eagle> "Ah used t' play th' trumpet back 'n 199, actually."
[21:49] <Wraith> "Izzat so?"
[21:50] * Desert_Eagle nods. "Ayup. Wasn't th' best, but ah could carry a tune pretty well."
[21:51] * Strudel looks back to Wraith, tipping her head a little, "Ah... let's see... I'm pretty sure the order was for... a Mr. and Mrs. Decorum. I'm afraid in the excitement it's slipped my mind where exactly they live here."
[21:51] <~Quasar|GM>  The guard yawns a little. "Let's keep this moving, ponies. The Decorum family lives in compartment 3. Right this way."
[21:52] * Wraith looks at the guard "Thaaaaank you~"
[21:53] * Wraith follows the guard pony
[21:53] * Strudel smiles gently and nods, "Compartment 3, that's it! Thank you, dear."
[21:53] * Cloudy_Breeze climbs inside last, following behind everypony.
[21:54] <~Quasar|GM>  He trots through the Bazaar, nodding a bit to some of the stall owners. Eventually, he arrives at another hatch and opens it, pointing up the ladder. "You'll find their room on the right, at the far end."
[21:55] <Wraith> "Hey, unrelated question."
[21:55] * Wraith looks at the guard "You wouldn't happen to have a Artificial rod-cone capacitor around here would you?"
[21:55] <Wraith> For sale, I mean."
[21:56] * Wraith looks at the guard curiously
[21:56] <~Quasar|GM>  The guard blinky blinks. "I... uh... I have -no- idea. I'm gonna say... no."
[21:56] <Wraith> "You know of anyone who'd know?"
[21:57] <~Quasar|GM>  He shakes his head. "No..."
[21:57] <Wraith> "Damn. Thanks anyways."
[21:57] * Strudel smiles gently at the guard and slinks her way to the front of the line, "Thank you, dear. We definitely appreciate the help." She waits for his acknowledgement before starting up the ladder, wiggling her flank as she does.
[21:57] * Wraith trots towards where the guard indicated, probably alongside Strudel
[21:57] * Challenger looks back at the out-of-breath guard. "Thanks for the lift. I appreciate it."
[21:58] <Wraith> after Strudel*
[21:58] <~Quasar|GM>  The guard lying on the ground sighs. "No... not a problem... now go find your friends..."
[21:59] * Challenger catches up with the group shortly after.
[22:00] <~Quasar|GM>  The guard nods as the ponies pass, and is just about to close the hatch as Challenger approaches.
[22:01] * Challenger just steps thru.
[22:03] * Desert_Eagle watches Wraith's flank as he climbed up behind her. Mmmmm~
[22:03] <~Quasar|GM>  "Take your time, sir." He says, closing the door and sealing it tight. At the top of the ladder, Compartment 3 is a lot smaller than Compartment 4. The hall is lined with compartment doors, marked with room numbers.
[22:04] * Wraith heads down the hall. It was at the end on the right, right?
[22:05] * Strudel heads down the hall ahead of Wraith, making for their room at the end of it. When she reaches the room, she gives a gentle knock on the door.
[22:07] <~Quasar|GM>  "Yes?" A voice croaks from inside. Hooves slowly shuffle across a wooden floor and a peep hole opens. A pair of beedy eyes peer out. "Hello there!"
[22:08] <Wraith> "Cake delivery~"
[22:08] * Cloudy_Breeze follows behind everypony, glancing around. This is... a pretty interesting place.
[22:08] * Strudel smiles wide, looking back at the peepers, "That's right."
[22:10] <~Quasar|GM>  The pair of eyes claps her hooves togethers and gives a scratchy squee. "Oh! Fantastic! Rustic, Rustic deary! Our cake is here!" The door slides open and admits the group to a cozy living room. A ghoul mare in a long, tattered dress gives a rotten, toothy smile. "Please, please! Come in!"
[22:11] * Challenger raises an eyebrow at the ghoul, but says nothing, opting to wait outside.
[22:12] * Wraith smiles at Strudel "After you dear."
[22:12] <~Quasar|GM>  "You're all just in time for tea!"
[22:12] <Desert_Eagle> "Ah do like me some tea."
[22:13] * Strudel keeps smiling. She was going to wave Wraith in first, but nods and trots easily inside, clearing the way for the others and the cake to be brought in, "I'm glad we could make it in time, dear. Where would you like us to put it?"
[22:14] * Wraith trots in after Strudel
[22:14] <~Quasar|GM>  The ghoul shuffles into the kitchen, smiling and singing a song in a weird mixture of soprano and scratchy ghoul bass. "Right here on the table, deary~ I'll get the teeeea!"
[22:16] * Wraith trots over and floats the cake up, placing it on the table "Phew. That was actually really tiring."
[22:16] <Wraith> "Haven't held something in telekinesis that long in a while."
[22:17] * Challenger pokes his head in. "I'm gonna go look for our contact, alright guys?"
[22:17] <Wraith> "Alright Chal."
[22:17] <Desert_Eagle> "Want me t' tag 'long Chal?"
[22:17] * Challenger nods. "Sure."
[22:17] * Desert_Eagle nods, trotting out to Challenger.
[22:18] <~Quasar|GM>  The ghoul mare returns with a tray of tea cups and tea biscuits carefully balanced on her back. "Oh dear, not staying for tea? Well... I suppose you have better things to do..."
[22:18] <Wraith> "Should anyone else go with you and Deag, Chal?"
[22:18] * Wraith pokes her head back out
[22:19] <Challenger> "Sorry, ma'am. We have another appointment to keep. You guys can stay, if you like tho. I'm just gonna let him know we're here."
[22:19] * Wraith looks at the ghoul "As much as I'd like to, we are kind of on a timetable. for an irritable...creature."
[22:19] * Strudel smiles gently to the ghoul, stretching out a wing gently, "I'm afraid you know how it is, with ponies, dear. They're always running about with some pressing matter or another."
[22:19] * Desert_Eagle nods. "Yah c'n tag 'long if yah like Wraith."
[22:20] <Wraith> "Well I'd rather not get set on fire so I might as well..."
[22:21] * Cloudy_Breeze nods. "We'd better get goin'."
[22:21] <Challenger> "Thank you for the offer, though. Strudel, we'll settle up later if that's alright."
[22:21] <~Quasar|GM>  The ghoul sighs. "Yes... ponies. Always busy, never time for tea. Go, dearies... Don't let me keep you."
[22:22] * Cloudy_Breeze nods and tips her hat. She heads back out, looking for the guards.
[22:22] * Strudel waves her wing to the exiting team, "Of course, just find me before you leave." She turns back to the mare and smiles, "I, however, would be most happy to stay for tea. I'm quite parched from the trip here."
[22:23] <~Quasar|GM>  The old ghoul smiles. "Do you mind listening to a story, dear?" She begins as the group exits. They're back out in the empty hallway of Compartment 3.
[22:23] * Challenger turns and heads out. "Ok so who thought to get directions to the guy?"
[22:24] <Wraith> "I was kind of busy with a cake."
[22:24] * Cloudy_Breeze rolls her eyes. "The guards said they'd show us in after we brought in the cake."
[22:25] <Challenger> "So we find the guards then. Good plan."
[22:30] * Wraith heads back towards the ladder, where she last saw one of the guards
[22:31] <~Quasar|GM>  The guard has moved about ten feet from the door where he left them, sitting on a barstool enjoying a beer.
[22:33] * Wraith trots over to the guard and taps his side "Scuse me."
[22:33] <Wraith> "We mentioned we also need to see captain Ohjef? Could you tell us where we could find him?"
[22:34] <~Quasar|GM>  The guard looks up from his beer and points up. "Compartment One. Doors over there." He says, nodding to the door opposite the one the group just came through.
[22:35] <Wraith> "Thaaaank you~"
[22:35] * Wraith heads off towards where he pointed.
[22:35] * Challenger nods and heads toward the indicated door.
[22:35] * Desert_Eagle trots after them as well.
[22:36] * Cloudy_Breeze trots over to the doors.
[22:37] * Challenger opens the doors. "Do we know what this pony's supposed to look like?"
[22:37] <~Quasar|GM>  It's a door, like every other on the sub. "Captain's Quarters" has been painted on the door in red.
[22:37] * Wraith knocks on the door.
[22:39] <~Quasar|GM>  Nopony answers. There's probably a ladder on the other side, leading up to Compartment One.
[22:39] * Challenger already opened the door, remember?
[22:39] <~Quasar|GM>  Nopony answers. There's a ladder on the other side, leading up to Compartment One.
[22:40] <Wraith> "Don't know go."
[22:40] * Challenger begins to climb.
[22:41] <~Quasar|GM>  This ladder is considerably longer than the others, and ends with a roof hatch, instead of a door like the others. Muffled voices can be heard from within.
[22:41] * Challenger knocks on the hatch hard enough to be heard.
[22:44] <~Quasar|GM>  "Oh, finally the arrive. You said they would be here on time!" A voice with a thick accent says, grumbling as hooves trot over and throw open the hatch. A Zebra stallion in a skipper's cap peers down into the hole. "Hello."
[22:44] <Wraith> "Well we weren't expecting being waylaid by slavers."
[22:45] * Challenger climbs up into the room. "Car trouble and a cake to deliver. We're here now."
[22:45] * Desert_Eagle nods. "Ayup. He climbs after Challenger.
[22:46] <~Quasar|GM>  The Zebra trots into the room proper, which is surprisingly lavish, considering what else they've seen of Deep Six. The floor is a soft, red carpet. Sailing paraphernalia adorn the walls, and a large table in the center of the room is littered with maps. "A cake. A cake!" He mutters as he
[22:46] <~Quasar|GM>  ... slides into a large leather chair near the table.
[22:47] * Gwirtha a griffon, is leaning against one of the walls smokign a cigarette as she watches you climb one by one out of the hatch she looks.. Unimpressed. Pointing with a claw at Challenger she cocks her head. "So this is the lot, eh?"
[22:47] <Wraith> "Hey, free food and board just to deliver a cake where we're going is a damn good deal."
[22:47] * Challenger steps away from the hatch so the team can enter.
[22:48] <~Quasar|GM>  Captain Ohjef lights up a corncob pipe. The room is already thick with smoke. "Yes, this is them. Fang said they'd be... punctual."
[22:48] * Desert_Eagle chuckles, adjusting his Aviators and standing next to Challenger.
[22:48] <Wraith> "Again, external factors."
[22:49] <Gwirtha> "You folks are late you know that right, might aswell report you to Mr Fang and have this job over with quickly." She says as she takes another puff of the cigarette.
[22:49] <Challenger> "Moving past reasons, lets get down to brass tacks. Where's the place we're robbing?"
[22:49] <~Quasar|GM>  Captain Ohjef sighs. "Such promise..."
[22:50] * Wraith grumbles
[22:50] * Gwirtha glances at Ohjef. "When Mr Fang want you to be on time, you're there on time, thats pretty much how this works, isnt it?"
[22:50] <Wraith> "Mr. Fang is a dick."
[22:51] * Challenger looks at the griffon. "We're here. Point made. Let's talk job."
[22:51] <Wraith> "And I'm sorry but it's kind of hard to drive when your tires get shredded by spikes."
[22:51] <~Quasar|GM>  Ohjef gives a slight nod, sucking on his pipe. "That is how it's -supposed- to work. And Ms... Wraith, is it? Such judgements of character shouldn't be made until you... walk a mile in their ponyshoes, the expression goes."
[22:52] <~Quasar|GM>  Ohjef sits up. "Wait... you mean the van is inoperable?"
[22:52] <Desert_Eagle> "Ayup,"
[22:52] <Wraith> "No, we just walked here for the exercise."
[22:52] <Challenger> "Only slightly. Needs tires and a new wall."
[22:52] * Gwirtha just glances between Ohjef and the group.
[22:52] <Wraith> "And forgive me but being threated to be roasted like a radhog isn't condusive to a good impression"
[22:52] <Challenger> "Far as I know, anyway."
[22:53] * Desert_Eagle nods. "But it's not goin' anywhere fer now."
[22:54] <~Quasar|GM>  Ohjef hangs his head. "Sorry, but without that van, there's not much use for any of you. And... I was told their would be five of you..."
[22:54] <Desert_Eagle> "An' Strifer was... killed 'n th' attack."
[22:54] <Wraith> "Strifer was killed. another reason we're late."
[22:55] * Challenger says nothing.
[22:55] * Gwirtha flicks her cigarete on the floor and stomps on it with a hindpaw.
[22:55] <Wraith> "I don't leave a comrade unburied."
[22:55] <~Quasar|GM>  Ohjef looks to Gwirtha with a disapproving glance. "So... what do you think?"
[22:56] * Cloudy_Breeze frowns. "The damage is repairable. Just need tires and some metal."
[22:57] <Wraith> "It's an easy fix, sir."
[22:57] <Wraith> "Shouldn't take more than a few hours honestly."
[22:57] * Gwirtha pulls out another cigarrete and lights it. "I... Think its still a go, Mr Fang said that they would need to recruit more folks regardless. Should give time to fix the van. Especially since, you know, if you don't Ill just report you to Mr Fang and then he comes after you. Talk about a encuragement factor, dont you think?" She smirks slightly at he group.
[22:59] <~Quasar|GM>  Ohjef takes a puff from his pipe. "If you say so. I don't have any idea where you're going to find tires, though. Metal isn't a problem but... such a rare part for such a rare vehicle... This whole thing is a mess... I knew we should have just asked the Rangers!"
[23:00] * Challenger earperks. "What Rangers?"
[23:00] <Wraith> "You." Wraith points at Gwirtha with one of her cyber-claw-fingers "Are kind of a bitch."
[23:00] * Wraith loves those fingers
[23:00] * Desert_Eagle snickers.
[23:00] * Cloudy_Breeze snorts. She mutters, "Rangers... Might as well bend over for 'em and skip all the trouble if ya wanna ask 'em to do anythin'."
[23:01] <~Quasar|GM>  Ohjef looks over at Challenger. "The Equestrian Park Rangers... who else?"
[23:01] * Challenger just nods.
[23:01] * Gwirtha snorts at that. Smirking at Wraith taking another puff. "Yeah, so maybe I am. And this bitch is going to be the one supervising you on this mission so you dont fuck it up or escape, so I guess you are stuck with me." Her smirk gets wider.
[23:02] * Desert_Eagle raises an eyebrow.
[23:02] <Wraith> "Wonderful."
[23:03] <~Quasar|GM>  Ohjef tosses a paper airplane at Wraith. "Here. Take this, and do everything it says. Once you do, we can -actually- talk about the job.
[23:04] * Wraith catches the paper airplane in her telekinesis and opens it, reading what it says
[23:05] * Gwirtha rightens herself away from the wall, cracking her neck. "Mmh, time to work." Moving towards the others.
[23:07] * Desert_Eagle pushes his Aviators up, sizing up the griffon from behind them.
[23:07] * Wraith scratches her chin "I think this is doable. especially once we get the van working again. We've been in contact with Feldspar a lot lately so it's pretty possible we might be able to recruit him, and I recognize most of the other names on the list."
[23:07] * Wraith floats the paper over to Challenger "What do you think?"
[23:07] <~Quasar|GM>  Ohjef picks up a ship-in-a-bottle with his hooves and begins toying with it. "Have fun, and make sure that none of them die, won't you Gwirtha?"
[23:08] <Wraith> "...Are we still banned from Pier 37?"
[23:08] <Wraith> "The reason we couldn't go back was because of Fang right?"
[23:08] * Challenger reads. "Well the upside is we're on friendly terms with a few of these ponies."
[23:09] * Gwirtha leans her head back to look at Ohjef, she smirks. "Not like last time then..?" Then to Wraith, "Thats right, as long as you get the job done, Fang dosnt really care where you set your hoofs. Just be quick about it."
[23:10] <Wraith> "...Hey, we can get the payment for that delivery to Perch."
[23:10] <Wraith> "Nice."
[23:10] <Gwirtha> "Yeah yeah, all great. Cmon ponies, move it." She spreads her wings wide and starts to move towards the hatch. "Aint got all day."
[23:11] <~Quasar|GM>  Captain Ohjef gives a wave of his hoof. "See you on the other side."
[23:12] * Challenger passes the note to Deagle, then heads for the hatch. "Let's get about supplies and repairs then."
[23:12] <Wraith> "Yea yea."
[23:13] * Desert_Eagle scans the note, nodding. "Le's move ah suppose."
[23:13] <Wraith> "You think we could stay here? It's probably about 2 in the morning, it'd probably be better to start in the morning."
[23:13] <Challenger> "Good point. Shops're probably closed anyway."
[23:14] <~Quasar|GM>  Ohjef hmmms. "Well, you can try the Tubes. They might have some beds open."
[23:14] <Wraith> "Thanks."
[23:14] <Challenger> "Thanks." He heads down thru the hatch.
[23:15] * Wraith follows Chal
[23:15] * Gwirtha follows the ponies down the hatch closing it as she leaves.
[23:16] <~Quasar|GM>  Ohjef whistles a tune as the ponies (and griffon) leave.
[23:16] * Cloudy_Breeze follows behind and asks the griffon, "So where could ah find Maintainance?"
[23:18] * Wraith looks at Gwirtha "I assume you know where the Tubes Ohjef mentioned is?"
[23:20] * Gwirtha raises a eyebrow at the question, shaking her head a little. "Yeah, Maintainence is over at Compartment six, thats.. Uh.. " She spins slightly and points. "That way. The tubes are the other direction. Cmon, Ill show you the way." She moves her way to the front of the pack and starts to lead them towards Tubes.
[23:21] * Cloudy_Breeze makes a note of where they're heading off to, and instead heads toward maintainance. Time to see a pony about some parts.
[23:21] <Gwirtha> "We're gonna be sleeping in the tubes they loaded their missles in on this tub, lets just hope they aint gonna use them tonight, shall we." She says with a smirk as she glances over her shoulder.
[23:22] * Wraith follows Gwirtha, nudging Desert_Eagle with her flank
[23:22] <Wraith> "How big are these tubes?"
[23:22] <~Quasar|GM>  Gwirtha leads the party, sans Breezy, to another, double-wide hatch that leads straight down for some time.
[23:22] <Challenger> "Yes, because the people who run this place fire off 200 year old missiles on a regular basis."
[23:23] * Gwirtha looks Wraith up and down. "For you? Pretty damn big." The ntoo Challenger. "You never joke, do you? Figured as much."
[23:24] <Challenger> "You never sarcasm, do you? Figured as much."
[23:24] <Wraith> "Don't make me spank both of you. I've got claws now. It'll hurt."
[23:25] * Challenger smirks. "Start with Deagle."
[23:25] <~Quasar|GM>  Breezy, with her ever-perceptive eyes, spots a very large sign that says "Engineering", hung above a door at the other end of Compartment 4, where they came in. It's died down a lot since they arrived.
[23:25] * Gwirtha snorts. "Im sure you are an expert on spankings, seems to be just your thing."
[23:25] <Wraith> "Hopefully I won't need to spank Deagle. That's supposed to be his job."
[23:26] * Cloudy_Breeze heads inside Engineering. "Hello? Anypony 'round?"
[23:26] * Desert_Eagle chuckles. "Oh baby,."
[23:27] <~Quasar|GM>  A few ponies glance up from their work stations, tinkering with various bits of metal and electronics. "Hey." "Yo." "How's it going?" A few casually ask. A small mare in dirty overalls pops up from a nearby desk and smiles wide at the newcomer. "Hey lady! You new here?"
[23:30] * Gwirtha leads the lot into the Tube proper. "Whelp, here we are. Don't dare sleep in, you've job to do."
[23:30] <Wraith> "Believe me, griffon."
[23:31] <Wraith> "I want to get a giant dragon of my tail and not threatening me as much as the next pony."
[23:31] * Cloudy_Breeze glances around at the ponies. "Here on business. Need some parts to fix up a few things. Think ah could have a look 'round?"
[23:32] * Challenger goes to find a bed.
[23:32] <~Quasar|GM>  The HMLS Vertigo has quite a few torpedo tubes, each seem to have been outfitted into temporary shelter. One door is locked, with a red heart painted over the door. A few ponies sleep in the tubes already. Some stir as the ponies have their banter with a griffon.
[23:32] <Wraith> "That red heart mean what I think it does?"
[23:33] <Desert_Eagle> "Pro'lly."
[23:33] * Wraith lowers her voice so she doesn't disturb the resting ponies
[23:33] <~Quasar|GM>  The little engineer smiles wide. "Sure thing! Just make sure you run alllll the stuff you borrow with me, okay?"
[23:34] <Challenger> "Most likely. Let's get some shut eye. We've got a lot of travelling ahead of us."
[23:34] * Cloudy_Breeze nods. "Sure thing." She goes to take a look around.
[23:34] * Gwirtha smirks. "Yeah, if you are thinking about having a -real- good time then it is." She heads of to find herself a bed of her own.
[23:35] * Challenger shakes his head. "Well, g'nite..." He moves off to claim a bed.
[23:36] <~Quasar|GM>  Engineering has cartons and lockers and chests and buckets overflowing with all thing mechanical. Conductors, fission batteries, cameras, sensor modules! Everything!
[23:38] * Wraith looks up at Deagle and wanders off to find a place of her own
[23:39] * Desert_Eagle grins, heading off with Wraith to find a room as well.
[23:40] <~Quasar|GM>  There's not much privacy in The Tubes. They're not so much rooms as torpedo tubes that you could probably close the hatch on. It wouldn't do much for dampening sound, either.
[23:41] * Challenger settles into his bed. But instead of going to sleep, he reaches into his bag and pulls out a little figurine. He sets it on the bed next to his head and looks at it sadly until he falls into an un-restful sleep.
[23:42] * Wraith climbs up into an empty tube
[23:45] * Desert_Eagle climbs up into the same tube as Wraith~.
[23:45] <~Quasar|GM>  It's a tight squeeze, but they can fit. They probably should have undressed first.
[23:46] <~Quasar|GM>  ***Session 31 Ends.***