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It's been a long few days for our intrepid group. Confessions, murders, and a fair number of kidnappings can be tossed into one hectic week, and no one knows how much longer it is going to go on for.

Our intrepid adventurers are headed homeward tonight, after succesfully completing scouting and retrieval missions. Now they're all in a too small apartment with too many people.

Cita: To the normal eye, she was just a kidnapped Gryphon who worked for a shipping company. She's a bit bulkier than you, since she had money to spend on proper nutrition and then some.

Yura: A much younger, fresher clone meant to protect Providence, a sickly Jenny. Much harder to approach.

Acino: A clone whose feather and fur style makes her resemble a hen more than a hawk. She's been quiet for most of this. Missing the left, front leg.
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Follow her gaze, what's she looking at?

Roll #1 5, 5 = 10


It's not that she's looking at something, but listening. You hear a small group of people moving through the hall on the second story.



The Pods continue their opening, losing more cables and pipes. A few are starting to whirr as the motors inside begin opening them up.


"Guess they figured out how to open their door after all."
I sigh. "Just let them flee."


The footsteps get closer to the door, then they stop.



"Erase this place, but secure the drives! Or I'll feed you your own check!"

They're not leaving, they're getting ready to shoot the place up!


"fucking hell."
I set down the injured clone here, I need my mobility. "Make sure they don't kill her."
'1d10+2' sneak toward the one giving the orders.

Roll #1 5 + 2 = 7


There's a half-broken door and darkness between you and them, and they have a few laser pointers glowing from the other side of the door. There's a few ledges and hiding spots nearby.

"Whoever finds my daughter gets double pay, so watch your fire."


The pods finally release, losing their gases and liquids and letting all the clones fall to the floor.


I don't need to hide for long.
'2d10' use both blades to cut the two guards nearest the boss. Leaving them helpless will be fine enough.

Roll #1 4, 5 = 9


The first enemy who was about to breach into the Pod Room gets slashed and falls to the ground in pain, but the second one is able to move just out of the way, but still takes a large cut.

"What in Luna's?!"
"It's a clone! Shoot it!"

There are three healthy looking armored guards here, a Donkey, a Buffalo, and an Earthie yelling out orders. The guard you stabbed, a Goat, reaches for his sidearm.



"We aren't programs to be deleted." I declare coldly.
'2d10' go for the donkey next.

Roll #1 8, 7 = 15


"Gah!" The Donkey yells as he drops his weapons to the floor.

"You might as well be, you're all copy-pasted brains!" The Earthy yells as he uses his shotgun, some of the pellets scratching into you. The Buffalo gets ready to pull the trigger on his oversized machine gun, but he's also trying to reach for his partner.


'1d10+2' try jumping to the ledges to avoid their sight a moment. stealth

Roll #1 10 + 2 = 12


You dive back into the Pod room before the Buffalo can fire, hiding in the many books and crannies.

"Damn it, it's just one of them." You hear the Earthy yell. "Regroup, fast." The Buffalo sticks his weapon out of the door but doesn't dare show too much of his body, only briefly moving his head inside.

"Machine is on the ground! He's been cut up but still breathing." The Buffalo yells back with a thick accent.


Now I need to sneak up and backstab the earth pony boss

Roll #1 1 = 1


You're in the Pod Room. The Soldiers are in the hallway, but there's a small door that the Buffalo is currently holding.

The Goat at the bottom pulls out his pistol and starts shooting randomly, he's going to expose you!


I see.
Okay. I'd like to look for something big to throw at them, maybe kick an empty pod over.

Roll #1 7 = 7


A pod is a heavy thing, but a piece of one is easier to manage.

"Just get in there and liquidate any clone you see!"

Who do you throw it at? The Buffalo above or the crippled Goat shooting into the room?



Even with your poor light situation, you manage to hit the Goat square in the chest and he finally falls limp to the ground.

"Go, go now!" The Soldiers yell as Tawny appears in the other side of the Pod Room!


Okay. What I want to do is go in front of the hallway with a piece of a pod, and scowl, growling at the buffalo. "You think you're in charge?"


You push the Buffalo back, the sudden mass ramming into him and a predatory animal rushing him makes him hesitate and slip.

"Shut her up!" The Earthy yells as he tries to aim his shotgun at you.


'1d10' try flipping above and using backstab on the buffalo. "You don't like our voice? That why you stole with theirs? Replaced it with growling?"

Roll #1 7 = 7


The meat of the Buffalo hitting the floor isn't as loud as the machine gun clanking against the ground, but the effect is the same. Screaming and yelling fill the hallway as the Buffalo writhes in pain, trying to reach for the source of his pain and failing.

"I'll give you something to cry about when I shove you into one of those pods! Or maybe I'll have them take it from you!" The Earthie yells as he keeps walking away, resistant to shooting his colleague.

The lights flash and go out again, letting you see his fear.


"You might want to save that pod for yourself."
'2d10' leap over and attack the earth pony

Roll #1 10, 8 = 18


A sudden flash of light makes him miss his aim, giving you an opportunity to rush in, pull away his weapon, and start beating him senselessly in a pool of blood from his comrade.

The Earthie continues to resist.


'2d10' I will keep attacking him.

Roll #1 9, 6 = 15


The pool of blood gets bigger as you co time to thrash the Earthie. But he doesn't give up, attempting to punch you between several of your attacks.


'1d10' one deep strike then, backstab.

Roll #1 8 = 8


The blade cuts through everything in its way, causing irreparable damage going in and out. He'd scream if his lungs weren't full of the blood from the beating you gave him.


Take a breath, pulling my sword away and stepping back into the pod room's shadowy cover.


The failed electric system makes it easy to hide where you want, but being the only one breathing loudly like that makes it easy for Tawny to find you.

She approaches and stops a few feet in front of you. She looks towards the brutalized guards, bit doesn't say a word.


I don't say anything, just nod at her presence.
Anyone left alive in the hall?


Lots of scared and crying clones.

Without the fear of being shot, you can see them clearly. Most of them have strange and unique alterations, some are on the ground crying into their cut up limbs.

Tawny just sits there, then turns a ComLink towards you.


I accept the comlink, putting it to my ear so I can hear.


"Hey." Oxcy replies, a cold silence filling the air. "You're not going to like this, but I'm pretty sure I found some other clone storage facilities."


"Most of these girls need hospitals or they won't last a day out of here.." I tell her.


"Yeah, I don't think we can hide them in our apartments. The only solutions I can think of blow all our covers, but I can't help but feel bad about worrying about that."


click my tongue against my beak, "Lay it on me."


"Feels like it doesn't even matter, but we need to call the cops, call all the ambulances."

"Something like this, it's going to make all the news. The world wakes up different tomorrow, and we still don't have enough to see who is behind this or why."


"…I suppose we aren't strong enough to lock down a hospital for our flock of injured clones.."


"Just give the word and I'll have everything ambulance and officer on the way."


"Before you do that, the pony here, he mentioned wanting to save some kind of drives. They must be in this room, we should secure that before some paid off police pony does."


Plug me and I'll copy everything I can. Salvage anything not plugged in."


"Okay." Go toward whatever looks like it would store the most data. '2d10' search
"Tawny, Help me look for drives."

Roll #1 4, 1 = 5


There's only a few spare USBs one of the Techs probably used to load the software. Tawny plugs in her ComLink to the system she finds.

"I'll set it to just copy everything."

Outside of the room a few clones have gathered.


"Okay.. I'll just pick up these then.." I gather all the USBs up. "One second."

Go to the clones. "Hey, you're standing, that's great."


"Who are you?" One of them asks, a clone now sporting a more Pony like muzzle.

"Where are?" Another with a hoof leg asks.


"Hawknia. I'm Hawknia. You don't look hurt. Will you help get the others to the surface level for rescue?"


"Yeah, but what happened? Do you know what happened to my family, my children?" Another chimera clone asks as a few start heading towards the elevator.


"I don't have those answers." I say simply.
And motion for them to follow, pointing them toward injured clones on the pod room floor.

"Hey, O-clone. Make that call. I don't think we'll get much more from this place."
'2d10' but do a sweep just to be sure.

Roll #1 9, 7 = 16


It seems Tawny roughed up a good number of gangsters topside, there's a lot of unconscious people as you move up. Even better, a neat stack of computer drives, just waiting to be looted in a nearby room.

It's a difficult trip out, as more than a few Clones have to be carried out, their muscles and limbs twisted into strange forms, a few resembling serpents more than legs.

You can hear the sirens approach as you and the others reach the doors. Many of your clones are crying, calling out to their husbands, some simply trying to make any noise at all.

Outside, it is dark, but the Moon is providing its light.


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