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Summer, 1999 CR

You are the crew of the Celestial Drifter, a civilian survey vessel owned by Bright Skies Interstellar. BSI contracts with the Royal Space Fleet and Equestrian Government in support of RSF operations throughout the frontier of known space. BSI ships resupply colonies, conduct secondary surveys of planets scheduled for colonization, and act as some of the chief communications vessels on the frontier. While the civilian merchant spacy doesn't have the glamor or prestige of the RSF, it's a vital part of the Equestrian economy, and you can be proud that you ensure the survival of many pony colonies.

Eight hours ago, the Celestial Drifter arrived at Galtor IV, a planet home to a small colony that you are to resupply. The Drifter is also supposed to help survey the planet for mineral deposits and potential areas for expansion.

However, the colony is not responding to the Drifter's communications. The Drifter has landed roughly three miles outside of the colony's limits. The ship's master, Rosewater, has asked that all of you assemble in the main cargo hold. You wait there now…


I grumble.
"Why am I here…"


I shift my weight on my hooves.
"How much longer before we get to step out on solid land?"


"Because we needed a techpony. And you need to get out more."


I fidget a little uncomfortably, "So, I guess we are the lucky ones?"


I fumble through my notepad and look around
"What's the holdup?"


"I- Hey! I get out enough, FYI!"
I grumble and go back to fumbling with my technogoggles.


Rosewater struts into the cargo bay. She's tall for a mare, and well-built — the product of a brief career in the RSF before a lifetime in plying the space lanes as a merchant captain.

"Because, Gibson, the corporate headquarters saddles me with whatever crap they need to get rid of."

She stands in front of the group of you and looks you up and down like a drill instructor at a parade review.

"We can't raise the colony on the radio, and they're not responding to the computer's attempts to contact their city computer, either. The ship's scanners and visual confirmation show that the colony's still there, and we're on the right planet, so I need the five of you to go in there and find out what in Tartarus is wrong."

She slaps a button on a nearby bulkhead, and the cargo bay doors fold down.

"It's about two miles into town. To the northwest. Any questions?"


"W-Will we need weapons…?"


I'll give a little smile.
"Just one, Ma'am. You going to have a hot dinner ready for us when we get back?"


"Tall and well built… hehe~"
I try to sneak a few glances at her rear and otherwise ignore her comment about me.
I raise my hoof.
"Why's a tech specialist needed?"

Roll #0 3 = 3


"Are we walking all the way there?"


I look over my shoulder at Boltzy my companion, and nod. "We understand."


"Maybe. Take whatever you need from the arms locker." She points at a small closet behind you.

She glares at you.
"Yeah, real clever, Hotshot. If you manage to not screw this up you can have a nice steaming plate of get dunked."

She notices you and growls at you. Not in a sexy way, either. Just menacing.

"Because it could just be a problem with their comm systems, or maybe with their computer."

"As for the rest of you — you're the only members of the crew we can spare for this. I guess I could send Guillaume, but somebody has to cook the meals, so I don't want him fragged."

"Of course not. Take the bus." She points at a small utility truck sitting in the cargo bay, right in front of the big doors to the outside world.

You're familiar with it. It has room for maybe three or four ponies in the cab. You'll probably have to ride in the truck bed, though.


"They've probably just messed up their comm system. Once you've got it figured out, radio into the Drifter."


"Ma'am, yes Ma'am."


"I- Y- Yes Ma'am!"
I give a frightened salute.


"F-Fragged!? Oh dear…"
I make my way to the bus.


"Of course, when have I ever failed you? " I say confidently. "we'll find your problem, probably just a shortage.."


"Oh, I love that thing."
I take a ray gun out of the arms locker and climb into the bed of the truck.


"Good luck out there," Rosewater says. She walks through the doorway and leaves the cargo bay.

The arms locker has a few laser rifles and a few ray pistols inside, along with some power packs for them.

The truck is ready to leave whenever you are.


I'll head over to the locker, make sure I've got enough battery packs for the rifle I pick out.
"Three should be enough… Never know what you'll run into out there."
Once that's squared away, I'll doublecheck my pistol and its ammunition, and then head over to the truck.
"So, we sure this thing's fit to run? It's been a while since anyone's tuned it."


I stop by the locker and grab my blaster and vibro-knife, then climb into the truck.

"We don't have anything else to ride in, and I'd rather not walk… if that's fine with you."


I walk over to the locker and grab a pistol and two spare power packs, then walk over to the truck.
Could I run a diagnostic check on it?
Just see if all it's systems are checking out, or if any are reading as malfunctioning.

Roll #0 6 = 6


grab some battery packs and pistol, making sure my omi-tool is charged, and grab my custom armor out of my locker.


You plug your mini computer interface into the truck's diagnostic computer. The fuel cell is intact, and all systems read nominal. Well, the windshield wiper fluid is a little low, but that stuff lasts forever.


"All systems reading good. Shit's good to go."
I reluctantly walk over and hop in the driver's seat.


"I call shotgun, then."
And I'll head over to the passenger side.


"Naturally it will be much faster that way. " Do a last minute check up on Boltzy before we go down. "You ready to go Boltzy?"

Roll #0 5 + 1 = 6


I slide in a back seat and nervously look through my notepad
"Ready to go.."


As the truck powers up, the tiny electronic map screen on the dashboard lights up. It accesses the Drifter's computer for a minute before loading a map of the local area.

From where you're sitting in the cargo bay, you can easily see the most defining features of the landscape: two enormous mountains tower over the green plains before you — Mount Luna on the east, and its taller twin Mount Celestia to the west. Flowing down from Luna is a small river that feeds into "Hope Lake," the reservoir around which the small colony is built. You can't make out the tiny colony from here in any detail, though a few specks on the horizon are probably the prefab housing units.

You rev the electric engine. It's not exactly a satisfying roar, but the truck is in good shape.

Boltzy chitters at you. She's ready to go.


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oh, right, the map


"Well, let's make this quick."
Before I get to comfortable, a thought occurs.
"You need some help back there, Clinic?"


I slide into a seat looking at the map. "Lets start at saddle sore."


>Mount Luna on the east, and its taller twin Mount Celestia to the west
um, other way around.

The map is accurate. My words are not.


"Mount Celestia and Luna? You ponies are not very creative."

When I finish talking I go back to looking at the surrounds move past.

"Either that or very crass."


"So… just the tiny ass settlement by that 'Hope Lake,' yeah?"


"It's the only town on the map, genius. Where else would we go?"


"Well, its the only place with buildings on the map, and its closer than either mountain, where do you want to go Gibsly? "


"Help with what?"


I slide down in my seat and mumble to myself


"Getting into the back of the truck? Not to be a jerk or anything, but you're not exactly… light on your feet."


"Shut it!"
"…Don't. Ever. Call. Me. Gibsly. Again."
"Hurry up you two!"


Is everyone finished? Are you going to head off to the town? You can go elsewhere, if you want. The truck isn't preprogrammed or stuck on rails or anything.



"I'm already in the back. Do you need me to look at your eyes?"


"…Possibly. But later."
I'll shake my head and climb back into the front passenger seat.
"could have sworn… eh."


"Aw, come on. Don't get all grumpy on us."
"should I pilot this bucket, or do on of you want to take the helm?"


"…I'm sitting in the driver's seat. The hell do you think?
And I'm not grumpy!
…just mildly annoyed."
"You two done? Can we go?"


"Please let's drive… I don't want the boss to yell at us."
I look down.
"Whenever you're ready that is…"


I'll just move y'all along
You start off towards the colony. The ride only lasts about ten minutes. The path you travel is a flat and smooth plain, the remnants of a glacier that once covered most of the continent a few thousand years ago. It's now just a flat, green, fertile prairie — perfect for a young settlement like Saddlesore.

When you arrive, nopony comes to greet you. Indeed, you don't see any ponies at all. The wind whispers an eery tune as it snakes through the plastic prefab houses, but otherwise you hear nothing.

You're currently parked just on the edge of town. The settlement's fields of crops lie to the north, along the river. The town itself is the the west. You know that the town's computer would be in the main office, in the center of town.


"Yes, go. By the stars, you're grumpy today."


"Gibson, you need a coffee or something before we go? Or do you want to start driving?"


"Well, this is friendly."


I poke my head out of the window
"Looks like nopony's home…"


"…We're already here."
"We're already here!"
I poke my head outside the truck and look around. Do I see anything? Can I pick up any wireless signals?

Roll #0 1 = 1


You look up too quickly and stare directly into the alien sun. Ouch! You're blinded for a few seconds, but eventually your eyes return to normal.


I guess I'll toss out a spot check as well. See if I can't see anyone, or anything, wandering about.

Roll #0 10 = 10


I' step outside and look for any signs of fleeing.

Roll #0 5 = 5


"Gyah! My eyes!"
I fall back into the truck.
"Fucking sun… I hate you so much. Ow…"


"A-Are you alright?!"
I wave my hoof in front of him.
"How many hooves am I holding up?"


Can I see anything wrong with the crops from here?

Roll #0 9 = 9


You look around on the ground for tracks. You see a jumbled mess of tracks at the center of town, but you can't make out if they lead anywhere in particular.

You don't see anyone moving about. You do see the faint burns of laser fire, you think, on some of the houses. The houses are very sun-bleached, however, and it's tough to make out. If those are laser burns, they happened weeks ago, at least.

No, nothing wrong with them. You think you can hear some sort of chittering sound come from them. Maybe it's just your imagination.


Okay, gonna try that again but fuck the sun I am not sticking my head outside again.
I fiddle with my goggles. Am I picking up anything?

Roll #0 1 = 1


Maybe Boltzy can do it, she's a smart little gal.

Roll #0 3 = 3


I hop out and look around
"Maybe we should walk in…?"

Roll #0 10 = 10


"Hey, guys, it looks like there's some kinda laser burns on the walls there. We should drive closer so we can get a better look. They seem pretty old from here, though…"


"Shh! Listen! Can you hear anything coming from the crops?"


You turn on your goggles and start looking around in the truck. Unfortunately, you look directly into the rear-view mirror, which has a pretty good view of the sun (now amplified by your goggles).

Your optic nerve seethes in pain. You cradle your head in your hooves, learning little from the experience other than that the sun can be found even in the places you'd least expect.

She runs around on the tracks for a moment, and starts off towards the north. She doesn't get far before she stops, turns around, and shrugs at you.

You look down and see that the tracks do, in fact, lead clearly off towards the north. You also notice all of the tracks, you think, are pony tracks, save for what looks like maybe diamond dog tracks. That's not unusual, of course.


I'll cock an ear and listen for anything unusual.

Roll #0 2 = 2


"Huh. These tracks lead north. Maybe we should follow them? …If that's alright with everyone else that is."


Just wind. Wind and silence. And the sound of Gibson sobbing a little.


Listen up for it.
"So.. this isn't a simple technical repair is it.." I look kind of disappointed.

Roll #0 8 = 8


I crawl into a fetal position in the truck and hold my head. My eyes… my poor eyes.
Whenever I do finally recover, I… I duck into truck AWAY FROM ANY WINDOWS and see if I can pick up anything. ANYTHING. ANYTHING BUT THE FUCKING SUN.

Roll #0 9 = 9


Yep, sounds like voices, and something rustling through the leaves.

You notice that the colony's main office building is in good condition. It doesn't appear to be harmed in any way.


"Northward bound then!" I pet Boltzy for figuring it out so fast, such a good girl.
"There isn't anything odd in the field right now, lets.."
"Gibson are you okay?" I go pat him on the back. "Its only a little sun, it won't kill you."


"Except it is! The sun IS trying to fucking kill me!"
I whimper and try to clench my eyes shut.

Roll #0 6 = 6


"If you're quite done, Gibson, perhaps we should call back to the ship and voice our suspicions to the Captain? We did remember a commlink, right?"


"Your eyes aren't hurt too badly, are they? I have a few extra pairs back at the ship if you need new ones."


Your eyes clench shut. You now see nothing, though there is a slight green ring towards the center of your vision now. It starts to fade as you shut your eyes.

Indeed, you did. You all have your radios, and the truck has its own radio.


Assuming nothing is blocking our signal, I'll try and call back to the ship.


You turn on the radio on your wrist and speak into it.

Rosewater speaks to you through the air waves.

"This is Home Base, landing party, go ahead."

She was always a stickler for protocol like that.


I groan and mutter a few curse words towards him.
"Extra pairs of… what the fuck!"
I- I'm not blind… am I?

Roll #0 8 = 8


Y-you can't see! Oh no! Celestia, please save your precious visio-

oh right, your eyes were closed. You open them up and blink a few times. Yep, you can still see.


"Hey, let me look, Maybe I can sooth them with something?"


"Home base, this is Landing Party. There are no signs of the settlers, and what appears to be fairly old signs of blaster fire. Thought I'd give you a call before we go charging in to see what's up, over."


Rosewater is silent for a moment.
"I read you, landing party. Are there any bodies? Check around for signs of what happened. Report back to me when you're done. Out."


I shudder



I perk up and look around.
"Bodies? Where?"


"Roger, Ma'am. Over and out."
Climbing out of the truck, I'll make sure my rifle is ready to go.
"Well, looks like we've got some work to do, folks. Gibson, I'd suggest you remain in the truck and drive along behind us. Anyone who wants to come on point with me is welcome, and remember to keep your eyes peeled."


"I- I'm fine. Please don't touch me."
I move away from her.
"Stay in the truck? Oh merciful goddess thank you…"


"J-Just don't let me see them!"

I nod and hop back in the truck
"I'm not too good with conflict…"


I hop out of the truck.
"I'll stick with you."

"But bodies are great!"


Laser fire erupts from the field to the north. A single blast hits the truck's front bumper, melting about half of it off.

You look up to see a small group of ponies dressed in white robes. There must be five of them. One is sitting behind a heavy support laser, the rest carry laser rifles.

"BROMION!" one of them shouts. They shoot another volley at your truck.

Everyone roll for initiative.


I slink down in my seat
"…Let's just go please."


"Take cover!"

Roll #0 7 = 7


Hide behind Clinic Love!

Roll #0 5 = 5


"I- Shiiit!"
Drive that truck the fuck outta the path of that volley!

Roll #0 4 = 4


"What's happening!?"
I grab Pera when she tries to hide behind me and pull her over to the truc-

I hunker down between Pera and the laser fire.

Roll #0 6 = 6


You take cover behind an outcropping of rocks next to the river.

A laser bolt strikes the right front tire of the truck, sending it careening out of control. The truck slams into a different outcropping of rocks near the riverbed. You hit your head on the steering column.

The two of you stay in the truck bed. While the crash sends you to your feet, you manage to avoid any incoming laser fire.


I'll return fire.
"Make sure at least one of them is left alive! We need answers! Shoot to wound!"

Roll #0 5 = 5


I- Check my shit! Everything still working?
Try to wirelessly Interface with whatever tech the… whatever the fuck they are are carrying!

Roll #0 5 + 2 = 7


I try to hop out and take cover behind the truck.

"We don't need them alive to make them talk!"

Roll #0 7 = 7




I take out my blaster
"P-Please don't make me u-use this…."
My eyes widen
Shoot one of them in the hoof

Roll #0 6 = 6




In an effort to shoot the lead pony in the hoof, you instead miss and hit a few stalks of corn.

Fortunately, the ponies' return fire is just as inaccurate.

Your hulking form is an enormous target, but you take cover behind the truck easily.

The lead pony gestures in the air wildly. You wing his right hoof, causing him to fall to the ground for a moment, sucking on the wounded hoof.

The lead be-robed pony laughs maniacally. The support laser opens up, blasting open a gash on a nearby outcropping of rocks.



I'll aim for the leader this time. If he's disabled, the others might disband long enough for us to capture him and report back.

Roll #0 1 = 1


I shoot at the pony on the support laser, or the support laser, or just that general area. I hardly even know how to use one of these guns.

Roll #0 4 = 4


Oh right
Your interface tool searches for a nearby network to access. Only one of the enemy weapons has an ethernet port on it, however. You manage to short it out for a minute or two.


"O-Oh dear, did I… not again.."
I breathe deep to calm myself and play a tune on my harmonica.

Roll #0 7 = 7


Any robots in the area I can find and control?

Roll #0 3 + 2 = 5


You pop out from behind your cover just in time to catch the lead pony's laser rifle blast squarely in your chest. Your vest absorbs most of the blast, but you crumple over in pain. You are now helpless.

Indeed, you don't know how to use a laser pistol very well at all. You take too long to line up your shot, and the support laser singes the back of your coat. It hurts, but you're not wounded.

You manage to gather your thoughts and play a jaunty little jig on your harmonica. Everyone feels a little better about this whole situation. +1 to all rolls.

Your tool manages to find a maintenance bot that is offline, sitting in the wheat field. You try to access it, but you can't manage to get it online.


I grit my teeth and start blasting wildly in their direction.

Roll #0 5 = 5


"Bloody Tartarus!"
I'll try to roll back behind cover and get back up.

Roll #0 1 = 1


Try again!
Control that robot!

Roll #0 10 + 3 = 13


Help Hotshot up! If he doesn't mind me touching him that is

Roll #0 1 + 1 = 2


You peek back out from your cover and start shooting randomly. Almost all of your shots miss high or low, but the opposing force is far too startled to return fire at you. One of your blasts tags the leader in the shoulder.

You try to get up, but one of the ponies in the field is a keen sharpshooter. He takes aim just as you are about to rise to your hooves and hits you right between the shoulderblades. You scream and collapse once more.

As you rush over to help Hotshot, the sharpshooter hits you in your leg, sending you toppling. You land mostly on top of Hotshot, who breaks your fall, but it still hurts a lot. You are helpless.

The robot sputters to life. You hear it speak from the field, "ALL SYSTEMS ONLINE. ALL SYSTEMS NOMINAL."

It is a standard maintenance bot — used to repair everything from tractors to silos to more complicated tractors. It has a variety of tools mounted in its arms, including several saws, a high-speed drill, a blow torch, and a rotary plow.

Your interface unit tells you that the Omnibot 3600K's warranty expressly forbids using those tools on living creatures.


Get up!

Roll #0 9 = 9


Hehe… fuck that noise!
Send it after the ponies! RIP AND TEAR!

Roll #0 3 + 2 = 5


I'll try to shove Pera behind cover before she gets shot again.

Roll #0 6 = 6


I keep blasting.

Roll #0 6 = 6


>9+2 = 11

You leap to your feet, dragging Hotshot up with you.

It begins to roll towards the ponies, but your commands confuse it.

"WINTER WRAP UP WINTER WRAP UP" it sings in its robotic voice. It begins plowing the field.

After Pera drags you to your hooves, you heroically shove her behind the outcropping of rocks and start firing with your laser rifle. While you look pretty cool doing this, you only manage to singe the fur on the leader.

You tag the leader once in the hoof. He screams and falls to the ground, helpless. His companions start firing wildly in response.


…Dammit! Stupid robot!
Reprogram its senors to recognize the enemy as… I dunno, something that needs to be cut down! Grain or something!

Roll #0 2 + 2 = 4


I'll get behind the outcropping with Pera.
"Thanks for the leg up."

Roll #0 2 = 2


Thanks! Forgot about that
I rub the spot where I was shot at and tear up.
Charge at one of them with my knife

Roll #0 7 = 7


I keep firing.

Roll #0 9 = 9


You try reprogramming it, but you only manage to convince its sensors that the enemy ponies are cute little bunnies that need to be woken up from their winter hibernation.

As you dive behind cover, that enemy sharpshooter hits you again, cutting you behind the ear.

In a bloody goat rage, you charge the enemy position. You swing wildly at one of the robed figures, leaving a long gash along his ribcage. He looks shocked that you did that.

You take careful aim, wanting to preserve the body as much as possible, and send a single laser beam arcing through the helpless leader's skull. He twitches for a moment before lying motionless.



Roll #0 5 = 5


I- holy shit did Pera really do that
N- Never mind that!
For fucks sake, focus on reprogramming this damn thing and attack those enemies!

Roll #0 3 + 2 = 5


"Remember to take at least one alive!"
I'll see if I can't put down the one that Pera decided to gut.

Roll #0 9 = 9


I hope that didn't ruin the corpse.
I fire at another one.

Roll #0 1 = 1


Your eyes catch sight of another weirdo, and you charge him in a berserker rage. He just manages to dodge your charge at the last possible moment.

You convince the robot that, indeed, those ponies are offending trees that need to be removed from the field immediately. Its saws engage in a noise of whirring metal on metal. All of the ponies manage to run out of the way of its saws, however.

As he dodges the incoming deathbot, you take aim and hit him right in the leg joints. He crumples to the ground, clearly in pain.

While his companions are screaming and running from the robot and the tiny xenolinguist with a vibroknife, the sharpshooter sees you and calmly blasts you in the hump. You fall down, helpless.


Alright, that sharpshooter needs to die. And my burning "bullets" will see to that.

Roll #0 4 + 2 = 6


Oh sod it.
Just command the damn thing to blow up or something. Sure I can overload some circuits and cause some kinda explosion.

Roll #0 4 + 2 = 6


My horns. Somepony's ass. Now

Roll #0 1 = 1


Shouldn't my racial have protected me from that?
I bellow in pain and try to stand up.

Roll #0 6 = 6


You plug the incinerator ammo into your laser rifle and give him a good blast with it. He screams in pain as you catch his back with a solid beam of superheated laser fire.

As the robot rolls towards one of the robed figures, you set its power cells into a feedback loop. "OVERLOAD OVERLOAD" it screams. It explodes in a surprisingly small fireball just as it closes with the pony. You can't see either the robot or the pony anymore.

You find that you were already up. Silly you!

You fire at one of the remaining figures, landing a glancing blow along his torso. He stumbles but remains on his hooves.


You catch sight of a plump pony butt and charge! Unfortunately, as you near it, it erupts in flames. It was the pony caught by Gibson's killbot. You are knocked on your ass, rendered helpless.





Scramble up!


Roll #0 9 + 2 = 11


If that Sniper's still up, I'll try and follow up that hot shot with a regular volley.

Roll #0 2 = 2


I shoot at any of the ponies that are still shooting at us. If they aren't shooting I run over to where the leader died.

Roll #0 9 = 9


I finally hop out of the truck and try to shoot at one of the ponies.

Roll #0 6 = 6


You rise to your hooves, ready for action.

You pop out of cover and aim for the sniper…

What the- He's moved! He nails you in the back of the head with a laser blast. You are helpless.

You hear Hotshot scream and turn to see the sharpshooter. You quickly return fire. He screams and falls to the ground, helpless.

You laugh a little and shake your hoof at the sun. Then you blast the sharpshooter while he's down. That'll show the bastards.

The sharpshooter is helpless and wounded pretty badly. The pony Pera gored and the other remaining robed pony begin to retreat into the fields.


Roll #1 1 = 1


As they turn to run into the woods, they stumble over themselves. Both are helpless.


er, field


I'll curl into as much of a fetal position as possible and cradle the back of my head with my hooves.


Jump on one to subdue him. I'M STILL MAD THEY SHOT AT ME

Roll #0 5 = 5


I try to quickly move to shade as fast as I can.

Roll #0 2 = 2


I run towards the other one and punch him in the face to try and knock him out.

Roll #0 8 = 8


You valiantly hide behind a rock.

You jump on top of one of the ponies trying to flee. You almost fall off, but your goatish sense of balance keeps you on top of him.

You trip and hit your head on a rock. Fortunately, it's a big rock, so you are now in shade.

You run up to the other pony and hit him very hard in the head. He's out like a light.


After working the vulgar oaths out of my system, I'll fish my medkit out of my saddlebags and attempt to patch myself up.

Roll #0 4 = 4


"Ow… still, no sun. Fuck the sun."
I rub my head and sit behind the rock. In the shade. Out of the sun.
I yell over the rock.
"Who the fuck are they?"


I raise my hoof and ready myself to stomp on his head
"YOU LITTLE ASSHOLE HOW DARE YOU SHOOT-oh no oh dear… a-are you okay?"
I lower my hoof and stay on top of him

Roll #0 10 = 10


"Let me check."
I press my reanimation tool against the dead leader and try to repair its brain enough to let it speak.
"What group are you a part of?"

Roll #0 5 = 5


You wrap your hoof in some gauze and stick yourself with a syringe full of euphorazine. You feel better, but it's mostly the drugs.

He's far too scared to move.

You plug your reanimation unit into the leader's corpse. Magical energy and a chemical cocktail surge into the body. His eyes pop open.
"Br-BROMION" he screams. He then begins to cackle at you.

You see the sharpshooter scramble to his feet. He runs towards the field and is in the tall wheat in an instant.


I'll levitate my rifle back into operation and see if I can't plug the bastard before he gets too far.

Roll #0 8 = 8


hooves, dammit


"What is Bromion?"


I try to pick up whatever's heavy enough and attempt to throw it at the sharpshooter with my telekinesis.

Roll #0 7 = 7


I look down at the pony under me.
"W-What's a bromion?"


Maybe I can get in a good shot with my blaster?

Roll #0 7 = 7


The two of you fire wildly into the wheat field. Gibson throws a bit of truck bumper. The shots and the bumper go into the field, but you don't see where they land. You hear something stumble and scream.

The leader just cackles at you.
"You have no power over me, fools!"

No, he's not being especially cooperative.


I-Is he… laughing at me…?

Roll #0 7 = 7


I guess I should probably go after him…
I run over to where I heard the scream, blaster drawn!
Be ready for an attack.

Roll #0 8 = 8


Since we're not being shot at, I'll radio back the ship.
"Home base, this is Landing Party. Do you read, over?"


Do I have to keep rolling for commune?
"Yes. Yes I do have power over you. Now tell me what Bromion is."

Roll #0 2 = 2


Follow Gibson, you never know what a trained warrior is capable of..

Roll #0 7 = 7


Your glare is impressive, but the dead know few fears. He merely snarls and spits in your direction, jabbering in gibberish Or is it? as purple matter oozes out of the hole in his head.

You run into the wheat field. You nearly trip over the robed pony, as he lies in wait for you, crouched on the ground with his rifle drawn. He fires once, missing wide right. You nail him in the face, and he falls to the ground, clutching his wounded visage.

You do if you want to get any better info out of him
Another surge of green color arcs out of the reanimator.
"It is knowledge beyond you, earthchild. You will be devoured."

You arrive at the scene. Gibson has his ray gun pointed at the robed pony lying on the ground.


"Roger, landing party. Go ahead."


"You are under my power! Answer my question!"

Roll #0 2 = 2


"Wha… what's he saying?"
Take out my translator and see if I can understand him.
Philology here if that's applicable

Roll #0 1 = 1


"Who are you?!"
Poke him with my ray gun! I- I mean serious business!

Roll #0 7 = 7


"Home Base, we have encountered a small detachment of armed ponies. We are currently interrogating one of the survivors, though he's not being very forthcoming.
"They shot us up pretty good, though. The truck's pretty close to totaled, and we're all sporting a few extra holes. On a side note, the main building looks fairly untouched in comparison to the rest of the town. Advice on approach, over."


He snarls at you and opens his mouth unnaturally wide to laugh at you. Evidently pain is no limit for the dead.

"Dead. Devoured. Eaten. Obliterated!"

Your unit pumps more green stuff into the corpse's neck. It begins to ooze out of its eye sockets and nostrils. The corpse stops moving, and you sever the connection.

You wave your translator in the air a bit, recording the noises he made. The tool spits a few electric noises at you before reading "ERROR NO PATTERN FOUND." Yep, gibberish.

"BROMION" he says.

"Attacked?! Stand by for orders, landing party…"

Roll #1 6 = 6


Something cracks in the pony's head. Gibson sees his prisoner's mouth fill with a greenish gas. The pony falls over, screaming in agony or ecstasy, you can't tell which. He is dead.


Same thing. Hold it closer to him this time…

Roll #0 4 = 4



You wave your translator at the dead and silent corpse. "NO RETURN" it says.


"Well done! "
"Bromion, I think you should speak quickly about why you attacked us. " I motion for Boltzy to record anything he says. "My friend here isn't fond of being dragged out during the day for no reason. He might do something rash.." I say menacingly.

Roll #0 1 = 1


Wait… we still have the pony I was standing on, right?


I try to process what I just saw.

Roll #0 10 = 10


"What the…" What just happened?

Roll #0 10 = 10


"Bah, I must have damaged its brain more than I thought."
I change a few settings on my device and try to bring the corpse back to life.

Roll #0 2 + 2 = 4


You turn to question one of the two remaining (living) prisoners. Before you can even finish your question, his jaw releases a cloud of greenish gas. You leap away, but the pony lies dead and motionless.

Only one prisoner (the one Pera is standing on) remains…

Both of you immediately realize what that probably was — some sort of suicide capsule, like the kind they give secret agents and certain dukes in the movies. They must have cracked their capsules (probably hidden in a tooth) in order to avoid interrogation.

You plug in the reanimator and pump some more magical chemical cocktails in there. The leader's corpse jitters and jerks, but its spirit fails to return.


"Stop being stubborn!"
Raise Dead

Roll #0 5 + 2 = 7


Oh gosh! Pry open his mouth! Get that pill out if he has one in there!!

Roll #0 3 = 3


The leader's corpse rises to its hooves as you pump even more magical energy into. "Guhhhhhhhhhh" it moans.

You stick your hoof into his mouth and begin searching for the tooth. You're no dentist, though, and they all look pretty toothy.

Roll #1 7 = 7


"…Think we're dealing with fanatics or something. Great…"
Search the rest of his body. Anything?

Roll #0 1 = 1


"Yes! It lives! AHAHAHAHA!"


You hear a crack as the pony bites down on one of his molars hard. It splits open and releases a toxic cloud of green gas. The pony laughs as best he can with a cloud of noxious gas filling his lungs and your hoof in his mouth.



The robe is made of silk, you think.


"This definitely isn't the repair mission I signed on for.." I gulp and help search the bodies.

Roll #0 1 = 1


Flip back!
Lower DC because goat racial right!?

Roll #0 1 = 1


The robe is made of some sort of synthetic polymer, you think.


Well that's nice, I guess.
What about his equipment?

Roll #0 7 = 7


You get a good whiff of the stuff before pulling back. It burns your eyes and sinuses. It eats away at the tender lining of your lungs. You scream in agony.

You'll need immediate medical attention.


Ah shit. Here's hoping I've got the right things in this medkit…
I'll run over and see what I can do for her.


I cough
"Ack… help…"
Rolling not to puke

Roll #0 8 = 8


Thrice-blasted sticky shift key…

Roll #0 8 = 8


do I notice anything else? Maybe a symbol on the robe?

Roll #0 10 = 10


You take off his robe. All he had on him is his laser rifle and a silver pendant on a silver necklace. It's an image of a thundercloud with three thunderbolts erupting from it.

You note that his robe is a bit sticky.

You manage to keep it down, though you cough hard enough to expel the gas from your lungs.

You're no doctor. You administer a dose of euphorazine and some antibiotics to help with any infection. Maybe there's a clinic in town with something you can use. Or you could always take her back to the ship and the infirmary. Bit of a long walk, though.

You examine the pendant Gibson found. You see that there is what looks like writing on the back of it, though it's not in any language you know.



I'm just going to pretend I never felt that. Nope. Not at all.

"Find anything… Nitron?"

Roll #0 10 = 10


Paused for the moment.


I press my device against another one of the corpses.
"What is Bromion?"

Roll #0 2 = 2


You forget all about it, obliterating the offending memory.

Most of its lower jaw destroyed, the corpse just sputters at you. You're pretty sure it's laughing at you, just like the first corpse did, but you can't be sure. Really, there's only so many sounds a dead jawless equine can make.



"Yes, I found something.. a little writing on this pendant.. We'll need to see if we can translate it and get an idea what kind of cult we are dealing with.."

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