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 No.688329[Last 50 Posts]

Old thread: >>683231

 No.688332

Last time on BWB, the party took a load off after their first mission, taking time to unwind on the Golden Company station of Iridav. While they got together at the bar, Veta split from the group momentarily to get her prescription medicine, and Hui had to leave the group for some time in order to attend to some mage business elsewhere. In addition, the donkey Scrum, who tagged along on their ship after they escaped, has expressed his wishes to join the crew.

Reminder that the ship you managed to take is missing three vital components; a nuclear transistor, an interstellar comms unit, and an AI package. Risky was tipped off by one of the other Company workers about a supplier called Patches who runs a junk dealing business on the Ark of Alambil nearby. You can take a shuttle to the Ark from your current location.

You are all currently at the bar with Scrum, except for Veta who is at the medical ward getting a refill. A waiterbot has approached the table and offered you all a menu with the food items sold here, which mostly consists of salads and sandwiches.

Post sheets and continue.

 No.688334

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>>688332
https://pastebin.com/E3s5YpWD

Veta quickly pops open the bottle and swallows a few of the pills, pressing her back against the receptionist's counter and sliding down as her body finally relaxes. She gives a very deep sigh, then feels a bit sleepy as she just remembered she's got a stomach full of alcohol before taking these high-grade painkillers.
"Well…this is going to be a wild ride…."

 No.688335

>>688332
https://pastebin.com/F4168Tu8

Pyrite settles into a seat at the bar, and gives the others (Risky, mostly) a curious look "S-Shucks, I don't think I've ever been to a bar b'fore. W-What d'ya think I should get, miss Risky?"

 No.688337

>>688334
On his way out, he hits up Veta on the phone-thingy. "Hey. I'm leaving the party for a little while, on official family business. Thank you for helping me while we were on the pirate ship. You're a good doctor, you know."

 No.688339

>>688337
"I'm not a good doctor," she replies, sounding a bit out of it, "I'm a damn good doctor. So…have fun with…whatever it is you're gonna do."

 No.688340

>>688332
https://pastebin.com/EBKvBkJ8

"I'll take that burger, the beef one." I reply, pointing a talon at the item displayed.

"Rare, if ye can manage."

>>688335
"Hmm.. depends on how hungry ye are, Pyrite. Ye look like a salad pony t'me, but ye've got me on the type.." i ponder, scratching my muzzle with my talons.

 No.688341


 No.688343

>>688339
"You haven't earned the 'damn' yet I think."

 No.688344

>>688340
"Well, 'a course I'm gonna get a salad, silly! I meant like… drink wise. I ain't never had any alcohol b'fore."

 No.688345

>>688334
Taking the pills almost immediately puts you at ease, for now. You're sure you're going to regret taking them after drinking in an hour or so. "A-anything else I can do for you?" the receptionist asks.

>>688340
>>688344
"Understood," the waiterbot says politely. A long string of data appears on the holographic pad between its hands. "Would you like anything else for today?" Scrum nods, ordering a fruit salad for himself.

>>688340
Scrum looks slightly horrified at you ordering something with meat on it, but makes no comment. "…So, have ye thought about it?" he prods. "About me workin' for ye? If not I understand. Plenty of other places that'll hire around here."

 No.688348

>>688345
"Yeah. Have a bed ready for me when I inevitably experience symptoms of an overdose and or the result of alcohol and painkillers mixing. For now, I'm going to take a walk and await the inevitable."
With that, Veta gets back up, brushes herself off, and makes her way back to the bar area where everyone else is.

 No.688349

>>688345
"That'll do fer me, bot, thank ye."

"As fer employment, I'll be needin another pair o'hooves after me first mate left, if ye really can fly the ship yer welcome aboard."

>>688344
"Oh. Well, I've no clue, have ye checked the drink menu? That'll be a good start."

 No.688351

>>688349
>>688345
"Uhm… what d'ya have aside from water?" the stallion asks, not particularly sure what 'beef' is. He looks over towards Scrum, and offers a friendly smile "I'd have no objections! But… it ain't up t' me."

 No.688357

>>688348
"Um… okay." She looks very nervous and worried as she begin to type on her datapad.

With that business finished, you rejoin the rest of the group at the bar. You're already feeling a bit queasy.

>>688349
Scrum nods, beaming. "I spent a good year or two workin' on that ship. I know it like the back of me hoof! Ye won't regret this decision. I promise." He seems genuinely grateful for the opportunity.

>>688351
The waiterbot silently produces another menu for you to peruse. This place offers non-alcoholic beverages in the form of several kinds of soft drinks such as lemonade, and fruit juice in a variety of different flavors of your choosing (apple, orange, pineapple etc.). For alcoholic beverages, the menu consists of different kinds of wines and beers, as well as several kinds of cocktails that you don't recognize.

>>688349
>>688351
As you converse, you see Veta walk back in. You can't help but notice she looks a bit wan.

 No.688360

>>688357
Waving Veta over with a hoof, I nod at hearing scrum's acceptance.

"Well then, glad t'have ya!"

"Fer the moment we'll be takin some time t'relax, then it's right back to it. I'll be needin t'visit this 'patches' the engineers mentioned, get a new core fer me ship."

 No.688362

>>688357
>>688360

Veta sits back down with a sigh next to Risky, looks at the waiterbot, and decides against ordering another drink.
"So…what exciting bar fights did I miss?"

 No.688364

>>688362
"Y'should have seen it, Veta, half o'this bar was in flames, guns everywhere!" I reply, waving my hoof and grinning.

"Looks like ye found the doctor?"

 No.688366

>>688357
"Hrm… Cranberry Juice sounds nice!" he whinnies, before settling in to wait. He looks over towards Veta, and asks "H-Hey, ya doin' alright? Ya look a little, u-uhm… ya look kinda sick, Miss Veta."

 No.688368

>>688364
"I am a doctor, remember? Just needed to get to a pharmacy since Redgrave decided to dump my pills out. Damn mutt."

>>688366
"Oh, just finally got my pills is all. The alcohol beforehand probably wasn't a good idea, but screw it, I need some solid sleep after what I just went through."

 No.688369

>>688360
He smiles and nods, then immediately frowns. "…Patches? Think I might've heard of him here and there. Nothing good to report. By all accounts he's a greedy little rat. Not the sort of company y'want to keep, but if it's what it takes to get the ship in one piece then I guess we don't have much of a choice."

>>688366
"Acknowledged. Your orders will arrive shortly." The waiterbot takes back the menu and leaves your table.

 No.688372

>>688368
Pyrite gives the Diamond Dog a soft, friendly hug, and a dopey grin "W-Well, I hope th' sleep helps. Thanks f'r patchin' me up on th' ship!" he half-shouts, before settling back into his seat and wiggling in anticipation

 No.688373

>>688369
"Aye, he's a scalper but we'll be needin that core t'get her warp ready again. Redgrave and his crew stripped her bare, blasted dog."

>>688368
"Should've known Redgrave wouldn't parley, nearly got the lot of ye killed." I grumble, drumming my talons on the table.

 No.688376

>>688372
There is a very low, very tired growl as Pyrite hugs her, but it ends as quickly as he lets go of her.
"I already have a room reserved in the medbay. In less than an hour, this place is going to be spinning faster than the speed my patience runs out."

>>688373
"Well, at least you'll know for next time if we see him. For now, let's focus on our next misadventure before I start making out with the floor."

 No.688378

>>688376
"Aye, true. But first, we eat! Can't adventure when ye haven't eaten, can ye?"

"Think ye can stomach something? Never know when we'll get the chance."

 No.688381

>>688378
Yupyup! Nutrition is important!"

 No.688382

>>688373
Scrum smirks slightly. "Not bare. There's plenty they weren't clever enough ter get. Hidden compartments and whatnot. I'll show ye next time we're on board. There's a good stash of loot in the walls we'll be able ter use for bargaining with this Patches feller."

>>688381
>>688378
It's not long before the waiterbot returns, expertly balancing all the orders in two arms. Without another word, it efficiently places each meal in front of the ones who served it. The food and drink all look presentable, albeit almost too perfect. They were probably made by other robots. Pyrite's salad looks crisp and fresh, the cranberry juice served in a large, tall glass, while Risky's burger comes with a healthy layer of lettuce and tomato as well as an extra thick beef patty. Scrum's fruit salad looks good as well, a delicious mixture of strawberry, blackberry, apple and mango, among others. One particular ingredient consists of cubes of very dark green fruit that you don't recognize. Scrum mumbles his thanks, and the waiterbot clasps his gloved mechanical hands. "Enjoy your meals," it drones before succinctly hovering away.

 No.688383

>>688382
"Aha! Now that's what I want to hear, some good news fer once."

With that, I grip my burger with my talons and tear into it with sharpened teeth.

>>688381
"So pyrite" I lead in between bites of burger "ye've had me wonderin since we started this job, why take up mercenary work? Lookin fer a way away from the norm?"

 No.688384

>>688383
"Well, yeah. I was sorta gettin' tired 'a workin' at th' colony, even if I was pretty good at it. Someone said mercenary work might be a little more excitin'. An' I figured, if I travel a lot, I can help more folks!" he offers, before digging into the salad- without any utensils, of course. He's a horse!

 No.688385

>>688383
You take a good bite of the burger. It's as tasty as it looks, the beef patty cooked to perfection. You hadn't noticed before, but there's also some nice melted cheese on the burger. As you swallow, you feel a bit of grease dripping down your chin. Scrum tries to stick to his own meal, evidently disgusted by your choice.

>>688384
The salad is quite delicious, layers of crispy lettuce with little hints of feta cheese and avocado here and there. The whole thing has been garnished with lemon dressing.

>pausing, feel free to keep talking in character if you want

 No.688458

Last time on BWB, the party got to know each other a little better as they took a short break from adventuring at the Last Resort bar/bistro. Veta, meanwhile, accidentally made herself rather sick, and Teal had her suit cleaned properly before rejoining the party. All four of them, plus their newfound ally Scrum, are gathered at the Last Resort still.

Reminder that the Moonstruck is still missing three important parts: a nuclear transistor, an interstellar comms unit, and an AI package. Risky has been tipped off about an unscrupulous junk dealer called Patches operating on a nearby Ark called Alambil. Post sheets and begin!

 No.688459

>>688458
https://pastebin.com/F4168Tu8
"So, Miss Risky, what d'ya think we should go f'r first? I son't really know much 'bout starships, so I unno what any 'a th' stuff we're missin' does."

 No.688460

>>688458
Veta picks her head up, having passed out for a brief moment.
"Ugh…anyone got the plate number of the jackass who hit me head on?"

 No.688461

>>688458
>>688376

Teal orders some avocado toast from the waiterbot's menu, then joins the party at the table. Not being the one she found for them, it seemed, but she didn't seem to mind.

She did look ragged, for sure. Her body in bad shape after the mission and especially after a 1st grade contact with Beatrice. In case any worried look were thrown her way, she'd make a clear statement:

"With the shape I'm in, they might get me down for a while. Not gonna take chances with being forced to survive on hospital rations, if I can help it" - she turns to Veta - "No offence, reckon you've had your share of the stuff, right?

>Engineering/Teal's knowledge about AI ship programming.


[1d10]

Roll #1 7 = 7

 No.688462

>>688459
https://pastebin.com/EBKvBkJ8

"Well" i begin, in between mouthfuls of burger "The biggest part o'the ship we need is that reactor, She can't fly without one, and what was left o'the first one got us here by luck."

"With scrum aboard, we'll be needin that radio next. AIs'r great fer a short crew, but with two t'drive 'er we'll be fine fer now."

 No.688463

>>688460

Teal sighs.

"Redgrave's gonna be a headache for more than one day's worth of stomach sloshing, I'm afraid. Were I not in such a shape already, I would've opted for staying on the ship and finishing the job… honestly, last time I met someone I let go earlier, I met with ten times the air pull in the vents and -bladed- air filters. Not a nice thing to be swept into, I tell you.."

 No.688464

>>688462
"Alright, sounds good!" the stallion whinnies, finishing off his salad "Well, any way I can help ya with it?"
>>688461
"Hey, Teal! I'm glad t' see you're alright!" he says, giving her a bit of a soft back pat… he's not sure how to hug a Breezie, especially one so injured.

 No.688465

>>688461
"I'm having my share of alcohol and pain killers, so I'm pretty sure I'm set."

>>688462
"Alright, great, so…can we get a start on that tomorrow?" Her head slams back down onto the table. "Not feeling all that hot, in any way, shape, or form."

 No.688466

>>688464

Teal seems perplexed in regards to the larger-than-ordinary hoof coming in contact with her body, hence, as to not scurry away, yet let the stallion have his due, she opted to interpret it as a delicate hoof bump of sorts. She extended her hoof towards his… priming herself to soften the impact via the joints' work.

"Glad to see you're alright too, Pyrite. From what I saw, you might not have the grittest character for combat, but your body's something you can be proud of. Due to that, I'm banking on the fact that you might actually live long enough to harden your spirit as you've hardened your body."

Despite the words, being somewhat harsh, her tone is not a demeaning one and she smiles after that encouragingly too.

 No.688467

>>688465
"Aye, we'll find a place t'rest, better ready than tired."

>>688464
"Hmm. Well, we'll be needin some muscle t'hold the reactor when me'n scrum set her in. Think ye got the grit t'hold it? solid ball o'metal, those things."

 No.688468

>>688458
>>688464
>>688465

>>688467


Teal says the following looking at Veta primarily, though via her body language one can tell she is adressing these words to all:

"I'm getting the feeling it might be a few days' worth till we get down to another assignment, what with us being in various stages of recovery. Seems like a good opportunity to get to that Patches guy, as we can rest while that lasts.."

 No.688470

>>688468
"True, that was me plan once we touched down, i'll be needin that reactor before we can take a mission, Can't rely on Goldie borrowin a shuttle fer everything."

 No.688471

>>688460
"The wha?" Scrum looks up at you with a look of concern, offering you some of his fruit salad after a moment. "Ye don't look too good. I'm no doctor, but this might make ye feel better. Want some?"

>>688461
The waiterbot acknowledges your response and heads off to the kitchen, your meal being brought out much faster than anyone else's. You quickly see why this is; they have served you two incredibly small slices, fitting for a Breezie.

From what you know of starships, an AI package would be incredibly useful. It would be able to monitor every single system and alert its crew of any problems, keep track of everywhere the ship has been, assist in planning lightspeed routes, and warn of any unauthorized lifeforms aboard, among many other things. Some more advanced AI can even develop its own personality of sorts, as they are sometimes made to respond and adapt to interaction.

>>688462
"If we have all three," Scrum adds, "we'll be even better off. AI can be a real lifesaver, y'know. 'Specially if we ever go into deep space, or out on the Outskirts."

 No.688473

>>688470

Teal pauses for a moment as she mulls over Risky' words, seemingly caught by something in-between them.

"… I'll admit, while nothing to laugh at, the issue of not having one's own ship does seem quaint to me…"

She looks off in the distance of the bar ponderingly, as she muses:

"Only hearing you, Risky, so intent on having one's own, makes one think of that…"

 No.688474

>>688466
Pyrite gives a mildly nervous smile back, and bobs his head "Y-Yeah! Sorry if I ain't really th' right match f'r all this stuff. B-But, I'm glad I was able t' help! I was worried ya were gonna bite it!"
>>688467
"Hmm? Yeah, I can do that! Liftin' an' carryin's what I do best!"
>>688468
"Y' can head down t' th' doc office if ya need a patch up, b-but… t-the doctor-bot's kinda creepy."

 No.688475

>>688467
>>688468
Veta gives a thumbs up to Risky.

>>688471
"Old, archaic system of identifying vehicles. Took a history class with my free ride in college."
Veta looks at the fruit salad and groans.
"I mean, if you like what cherry picked studies tell you, backed by biased money, then sure."
Her chin slams back down onto the table, looking ready to go back to sleep.

 No.688476

>>688471

Teal chomps down on her toast. The reserve is gone. While savouring the taste, she takes big bites… for a Breezie, that is.

She snorts as she hears Scrum's comment, answering in between the two slices:

"Oh, yeah, they certainly can.. but the way they usually programm it still leaves much to be desired. Gotta personally look into it… remembering that one time I got myself cornered by an automated AI scan-bots… can you believe smearing oneself in machine grease and parading around in an aluminium soda pop can actually let me have them think I'm a repair drone? Although given I had to squeeze through pipes with it for three weeks straight makes me think whether that wasn't a some cyber-tier-humour on that AI's behalf..

 No.688477

>>688471
>>688475

Seeing her cybergeared-up companion not in a great shape, she looks over her prosthetics, wondering if that might have anything to do with it.

[1d10]

Roll #1 6 = 6

 No.688479

>>688473

"I can see what ye mean. I've no clue if ye've been arkside all yer life, but fer a raider a ship is no small thing."

"T'hold a ship under yer command, able to plot yer own course, that's what true freedom means. Ye can't truely choose a raider's life if ye don't seek that freedom with all ye got."

 No.688481

>>688475
He looks kind of dejected at your refusal. "Eh. Suit yerself then. More fer me I s'ppose." He takes the bowl back and keeps eating.

>>688476
The avo toast is quite tasty. It has little bits of feta cheese and is dusted with paprika, giving it a bit of a sour bite.

"Sounds like a fun time," Scrum comments. "Must have been garbage AI if it falls fer that. Most ones I've encountered are more advanced than that. Even basic ones like these can tell the difference." He gestures at a passing waiterbot, who stops and stares blankly for a few seconds before continuing on its course.

>>688477
You're no expert on prosthetics, but it seems to you that her arms would be very uncomfortable to have affixed. That'd explain why she's so grouchy.

 No.688482

>>688481
>addendum

Scrum finishes the last of his fruit salad and looks around at the lot of you, clearing his throat. "…Maybe we should see about renting some rooms for the night? When yer all finished that is. I think we could all do with a good rest."

 No.688484

>>688479

Teal grins.

"I've had my start there, but no, you've got me wrong, girl. It's just funny to me, as it dawns on me just how much more I've been spending on -enemy- ships rather than those supposed to be mine"

She says that after the first portion of what Risky says. She listens intently and with decorum to what the unicorn says afterwards, realizing the gravity of the statement.

"Feels stranded without one, then? Or is it worse, even?"

 No.688485

>>688482
"Sounds like an alright idea t' me! I think I could use a bit 'f a rest, m'self. 'Sides, we can get started on' gettin' all th' materials t'gether bright an' early!"

 No.688487

>>688482
Veta nods with a groan.

 No.688490

>>688482
"Aye, best we find those beds, ready fer the trip t'Patches."

>>688484
"Aye, ye feel trapped on these arks, a raider's heart always longs fer open space, without a ship t'fly from ye'd go mad from standin around arkside."

 No.688491

>>688490
>>688487
>>688481

>>688485


"Well, can't say I've even seen a basic model packed on that chimera ship of Redgrave, so that still happens… but yeah, glad to have things progressing, honestly - and those learning AIs look promising too. Long as they don't go overboard… say, did you have a chance to work with any?" - she directs the last question to everyone at the table.

 No.688493

>>688491
"Hmm? Worked with AI? I don't really think I have, no."

 No.688495

>>688491
"Briefly, me very first ship had somethin simple, not like these 'learning AIs', best it could do was drive me ship when the lot o'us were piled into boardin' pods durin a raid."

 No.688496

>>688490

Teal looks at Risky a little more intently.

"Raider, huh… hmm, now that I think about it, I'm not sure if I haven't seen your face on one of the job boards at one of my earlier workspots…"

After a while she shrugs though, not seeming to think much of it.

"Eh. Even if so, the fact we're here means I did not pick that one, at least"

She continues on with her second toast slice, seeming to enjoy it, but adds aferwards:

"You know whether your former crew ain't got a bounty on them? Did you think of getting back at them using the official channels, maybe?"

After a short pause:

"You got yourself cleared before joining the company, right?"

 No.688498

>>688491
Scrum nods. "The Moonstruck used ter have one installed. Sasha, she were called. Well, cap'n gave her that name anyway. Had her on board for 'bout a year or two. Got real sassy by the end, she did." He smirks. "…Then Redgrave attacked us, dismantled most of the ship, including old Sasha. Sold 'er off ter junkers by now I'd wager." He trails off, looking wistful for a moment.

>>688485
>>688487
>>688490
>>688491
"Right then. No sense in tarrying. Let's get a move on. And, er, don't worry about the tab. It's on me this time." He scurries over to the bar and exchanges some words with the robotic bartender before rejoining the party.

You head out of the Last Resort and over to the admin area not far away. This is the intended reception area for visitors, and it has been decorated to look quite presentable. You are in a large atrium, adorned with potted plants, fancy furniture and several holographic paintings depicting what you assume are prominent figures in the Golden Company. The area over all is a silvery white hue, with golds, greens and browns here and there. Overall, it looks more like the entrance to a fancy hotel than it does a galaxy-renowned mercenary company.

You walk over to the counter, noting that it is made of genuine varnished mahogany. A receptionist is hard at work, this time a middle aged stallion with a strange rectangular visor over his eyes. He turns to you. "Welcome," he says cordially. "What can I do for you?"

 No.688500

>>688498
"Hiya!" he half-whinnies, giving the mare a dopey grin "We're tryin' t' rent a few rooms t' stay in, can we do that here?" he asks, before looking to the others "I unno if we need one room f'r each 'a us, 'r a shared few."

 No.688502

>>688496
"Lookin fer their bounty? bah, i'll fight em on our own terms."

"Part o'the code, y'see. turnin traitor and collectin their bounty'd leave me in the wrong."

"Only proper way i get me ship back is stormin the thing and takin it back by me own action, as ye should. Not fer bounty."

"As fer clearin me name, I'm sure me bounty lowered from the Raidin days, it'll be fine."

 No.688503

>>688498

"So Redgrave seemingly didn't make use of an advanced AI himself… yet didn't go for employing that Sasha of yours in steering his own ship? Well, if she didn't agree to that, that would be one good point for AI loyalty programmes… or was it just that that Sasha of yours was not designed to run ships of different models than your cruiser? By the way, what name did you use to call it by?"

Looking over the place, Teal comments:

"Clear why Rivers was so grumpy. After such a reception, he sure must've thought it would be a smooth ride"

 No.688506

>>688498
"We'll be lookin fer a room, got a few t'spare?"

 No.688509

>>688500
>>688506
"Hm? Oh, yes, yes, of course." He waves his right hoof; you notice it is entirely cybernetic, with glowing blue lights at several points across its surface. As he waves, his hoof creates a fully interactive holographic display, which seems to be a layout of all the rooms on the floor above you. "Company members, I presume? We can set you up for… two different rooms between the five of you. How does that sound?"

>>688487
You're starting to feel even worse. You can feel yourself sweating cold, and you're getting stomach cramps. You feel like you should see a doctor soon. You notice Scrum is keeping his distance somewhat, in case it's contagious. He looks genuinely worried about you, but keeps his mouth shut.

>>688503
"Bit o' both really," Scrum explains. "Sasha was designed for smaller scale ships like the Moonstruck, not whopping big freighters like Redgrave's, and especially not ramshackle messes like that hunk of junk. 'Course, she was also programmed to only follow orders from me old cap'n and his crew, so after Redgrave killed him she was… less than willing ter cooperate. Never heard anyone, run off their mouth quite like Sasha did ter Redgrave. She said things what'd even make Veta here blush." He smiles at the memory.

"Eh? The name of Redgrave's ship?" He snorts derisively. "It were called the Big Daddy. Not by Redgrave's choice though. From what I gathered, the Big Daddy used to belong to a group of wild scrappers. Ye might've heard of them. Lawless folk what lurk the edges of the galaxy, terrorizing anyone they come across, living off salvage. Well, these particular scrappers bit off more than they could chew and tried to square up against the pirate lord himself, Venator Veer. 'Course they were no match for him, or his fleet, so he took their ship for his collection, and gave it ter Redgrave at some point." He shrugs. "Not exactly the best ship in the 'verse, but if it works it works. Truth be told, I dunno what the scrappers were thinking, trying to take on Veer himself. I've never met him meself, but it's suicide to just up and challenge him like that. Especially if yer a bunch of half-mad, ragtag vultures what can barely build a ship."

 No.688511

>>688509
"Works f'r me! Hope there's good space f'r th' five 'a us…uhm-"
>>688487
"Miss Veta, you alright? We need t' go see th' doc?" he asks, giving her a concerned look

 No.688513

>>688509
Veta pays no mind to Scrum's stares, just gives a low growl as she holds her stomach.

>>688511
Veta gives Pyrite an annoyed, incredulous look.
"Have you forgotten what I am already?"

Veta's robotic hands make up a syringe and she injects herself, also popping another pain pill for good measure.

>Canceling out the +1 to med rolls for obvious reasons

[1d10]

Roll #1 2 = 2

 No.688515

>>688509
"Hmm. Two rooms, eh? It'll do."

"So, me, veta and Teal in one, Scrum and Pyrite in the other, looks like."

"Unless the lot of ya have another idea?"

 No.688516

>>688513
"I-I'm sorry, Miss Veta. I tend t' f'rget stuff pretty easily."

 No.688517

>>688515
"Naww, that sounds alright with me, if none 'a y'all object!"

 No.688520

>>688509

"Have them be adjacent, if possible" - Teal sounds her requests to the clerk before turning to the sick-looking doggo:

>>688487

"How about we go to the hospital together after lodging in? You looked better under Fernardo's fist, Veta"

She listens in to what Scrum has to say and apparently, finds that quite fascinating.

"Such a feisty response, you say… interesting. Mm… wonder what whover gets that Sasha shall do with her. From what I've heard, it's quite a hassle to reprogram an AI of this sort, especially without the use of a pre-programmed link like you, being the last one in this case… gonna keep an eye out on that, if we ever cross Redgrave - doubt we won't. If not for salvaging that Sasha for Moonstruck, then purely outta scientific curiosity… say, how did your crew's interactions with her change over time? If you don't mind me asking, of course."

She takes her time to take in the story regarding the behemoth mess of a ship they spent some time on.

"Indeed. Was meaning to look into them at some point, actually. Seemed to me like a valuable possible resource vein, given what might be getting in their hands… though their savagery does leave much to be desired in terms of negotiations. Reckon faster than them I'm gonna have to look into that Veer and his underlings. Wonder how their relations stand - if Redgrave's gonna get sneered at and punished due to his losses… or rather, supplemented and sent at us at one point… "

 No.688521

>>688515

"No objections on my part. I'll sleep whereever, really."

 No.688522

>>688515
"Whatever ya say, Cap'n," Veta replies, looking more focused on trying to inject herself…with a very shakey arm…and looking like someone trying to guide a hydraulic-driven needle into their own eye.

 No.688523

>>688517

"Pyrite, maybe it would be for the best if you went with us, I believe. To carry her, if she gets any worse. That's one thing I won't do for her."

 No.688525

>>688511
Your robotic hands are shaking, and you don't manage to do much more than prick yourself. The painkiller isn't effective at all either. Your head feels light now, and the room seems to spin. It's becoming harder and harder to stay standing.

>>688511
>>688515
The receptionist seems distracted for a moment, looking unnerved by Veta's condition. "…Well… I-I've booked you guys in for rooms 301 and 302," he says eventually as he taps some icons on the holographic display he created with his enhancements. "Here, you'll need these to get in." He presses a few button under the counter, which opens a drawer. He passes you each a small, flat, round metallic object with a faintly glowing green light. "…Enjoy your stay!" He smiles weakly.

>>688520
He looks confused at your comment to Veta. "…Fernando? Ye mean Fernald, right?" He shudders at the memory of the silent hulk.

He shakes his head in response to your speculation. "Even if we could find her - and that's a big if - it wouldn't be the same. Redgrave had her wiped, y'see. Sasha doesn't exist no more. She wouldn't remember anything."

"I don't think there's anything good in Redgrave's future," he replies. "After they find out that he was defeated by a bunch of scruffy amateur Company mercs like ye - er, no offense - he's probably going to be a laughin' stock. Can't imagine he'll be in a good place next time we meet. If we meet again."

 No.688528

>>688523
"Y-Yeah, 'a course." the stallion chuffs, before hunkering down a little to let Veta get on his back. He's polite, but insistent!
>>688525
The stallion leaves the key to Scrum, since he'll have his hooves full today!
"Wiped? Like, she don't got her memories no more?"

 No.688529

>>688520
"I have…hospital-level training. I know what I'm doing," she says to Teal, but more looking at the ground below her than right at her, "Just gotta get this vein to stop moving…."

>>688525
"Ahh, son of a bitch," she says, this time biting down on the injecting arm to keep it steady as she jabs herself once again.
"At first you don't succeed…."

>Success Through Failure, reducing assumed amount by 1

[1d10+1]

Roll #1 2 + 1 = 3

 No.688531

>>688525

"Fernald, right. My bad. Heard his name, like, once, before setting out to do him in.

She offers a silent nod at the sad conclusion of Sasha's story.

"That's what I'm afraid to in regards to Redgrave though… one having little to lose is the most dangerous, after all"

She goes on to check out the rooms, but shortly afterwards, gets herself on the way to the doctor, accompanying Veta and Pyrite.

 No.688533

>>688525
"Thank ye kindly."

Taking ahold of the key with my magic, i make my way to 301, popping the door open and heading inside.

 No.688535

>>688528
He nods, distractedly taking the key. "Wiped as in there's naught left of her. That bastard Redgrave saw to that." He broods silently for a moment. "She was a good lass, she was."

>>688529
Your hand slips again, and you scrape your arm painfully with the needle. Your legs almost give way. "Hey, easy now," Scrum grunts as he moves over to you, keeping you steady so you don't fall over. "Enough of that. Yer only getting yerself hurt even more."

>>688531
"True. Redgrave isn't much without Fernald, or his Beatrice. I can only hope he finds nothing but misery from here."

>>688528
>>688529
>>688531
>>688533
You take the elevator up and to where all the rooms are. Both your allotted rooms are near identical, down to the three plain white beds, sparing furniture and fake wooden floor. They look like any other room you'd find in a decent hotel anywhere in the galaxy. "Not much to look at, are they?" Scrum comments. "Better than a pirate cell though." He turns to Veta.

>>688529
"Look, doc, I really think ye should check yerself in upstairs. Yer not going to get any better in this sorry state. I bet they'll have ye right as rain in no time. Here, I'll help ye up." He offers to help you along again.

>>688528
"Here, biggun, ye reckon ye could help me carry the poor doc? Don't know if I can do it on me own…"

 No.688536

>>688535
"Shucks… well, that's unfortunate." the stallion offers, before frowning softly He heads for the elevator… after scooping Veta up on to his back, as carefully as he can manage! Luckily, he's a pretty big guy, so it doesn't bother him much. "I'll getcha t' your room in no time, Miss Veta."

The large earth stallion peers into the room, before offering a bit of a shrug in response "Uhm… so long as these got 'nough room, I'll be fine!"

 No.688538

>>688529

"Veta ye stubborn Dog, you're ready t'keel over! Ye sure ye can self treat in that state?"

 No.688540

>>688535
Veta ends up biting her arm harder in frustration, causing some fresh, new dings in it.
"No…no I got this."
She can already be seen trying to line it up again, but the attempt just whiffs and she strikes nothing but air. Her eyes look ready to fight.
"Fucker…."

>>688536
"Hey…put me down. I'm still well enough to stabilize myself."
She tries to put up a fight, but how bad she's in, it was more like a bunch of pats and boops than actual flailing.

>>688538
"I didn't go to med school for eight years just to be treated by someone else who blew their time for a piece of paper."
Says the doctor as she's carried off down the hall.

 No.688542

>>688536
Scrum looks surprised as you easily just scoop up Veta without much effort. "…Aye, that works too I suppose."

>>688540
You don't manage to accomplish anything other than looking rather pathetic. Eventually you just give in and resign yourself to your fate.

>timeskip


>>688536
>>688538
You get settled into your designated rooms, wash up and tuck yourselves in for the night. Despite your long and grueling adventure, you have a comfortable, restful sleep, with barely any dreams that you can remember. The next morning, you awake bright eyed and bushy tailed, ready to head off to Alambil. Scrum is the last among you to awake, yawning loudly and rubbing his eyes. "Morning, lads," he grunts as he finishes washing up. "And lasses. Ready fer the trip arkside whenever ye are. How'd everyone sleep?"

>>688540
You are not as lucky as your other companions, your night being a fevered blur of unclear memories of slightly sinister robotic doctors looming over you, and of intense pain and sickness. By the next morning, however, you find yourself feeling much better, albeit exhausted with a slight headache. You are in a bright white and blue medical room filled with medical posters and monitors. "Good morning, doctor!" a nearby medbot chirps, a perfect silver sphere with a singular blue photoreceptor. It has an annoyingly high, female voice."Your illnesses and ailments have been treated by our expert medical team! You are free to go, and all your belongings can be found at the door! However, please refrain from exerting yourself physically for the next 24 hours! Have a LOVELY day!" You note that despite everything, even your mechanical arms are hurting less than they have in quite some time. The medical team must've done some work on them at some point during the night.

 No.688544

>>688542
making my way out of the room unusually giddy, i make my way out into the hall, waiting for the others to get ready.

"Never better! With me new ship safe in dock and the cash t'repair her, i'm over the moon."

 No.688546

>>688540
Pyrite gives a friendly grin to the Diamond Dog, before heading from the rooms to the medical bay. He leaves her there for now, and heads back to his room to get some sleep!

>Time Skip

Pyrite gets up bright-eyed and giddy, much like one might expect from the overgrown colt. He's always been a morning pony, anyways! He does a bit of a morning workout regiment, mostly to just get ready for the day ahead!
>>688544
"I dunno 'bout y'all, but I slept great! I'm ready t' take a trip t' the ark, yupyup!"

 No.688547

>>688542
Veta's ears flatten back and her face scrunches in minor pain as the high voice hurts her ears. She knew she didn't want to stay in this room for much longer, or else face whatever sort of 'breakfast' this place has if prior experience was anything to go off from.

Its gathering her things she notices her arms not hurting as much. She briefly looks over them and shrugs, thinking it was just whatever they gave her still working and that her arms will no doubt go back to full pain once it works out of her system. She gets the rest of her things and heads out, giving a casual wave to whatever doctors, nurses, or receptionists she walked past. She heads for where everyone else stayed the night.
"Well…at least I didn't have to worry about bedbugs," she says to herself as the elevator door closes.

 No.688555

>>688544
"Good to hear, cap'n!" Scrum says jovially as he stretches. "Slept like a log meself."

>>688546
"Let's get a move on then. Got a big day ahead of us!"

>>688547
While most of the doctors there are robots, you do pass the receptionist from earlier. She seems relieved to see you in better shape.

>>688544
>>688546
>>688547
You all reunited before heading down to the hangars, where a shuttle is due to take off within the hour. Without much hassle, you pass through the gates and board one of the shuttles. There are a few others on board the vessel with you, but they keep to themselves mostly. After about 10 minutes, there is a rambling announcement from the pilot, and the shuttle blasts off to your next destination.

>pausing

 No.688770

After a good night's rest, the party have made their way towards the Ark known as Alambil. There, they will be able to contact a prominent supplier for the Golden Company, a junk dealer named Patches. From him, they will be able to acquire two essential components for their ship: a nuclear transistor, for being able to safely perform lightspeed jumps, and an interstellar comms unit, for communicating with other stations and vessels. In addition, they could purchase an optional component called an AI package, which would allow the Moonstruck to perform a variety of useful functions.

The journey to Alambil is relatively uneventful, taking about an hour. In this time, you are served a bland, unappetizing breakfast, although Scrum decides to pass on his, grumbling something about shuttle food tasting like styrofoam. Overhead holographic screens are showing the galactic news; apparently, there's been another bombing orchestrated by the terrorist group known as the Spurned, this time on a mining facility not far from the galactic capital of Korine.

>timeskip


As the hour passes, you begin your arrival at Alambil. The Ark is small but densely populated, linking other larger Arks together via its extensive system of spaceports. The Golden Company have a prominent presence on it due to its proximity to their outpost Iridav, where you just came from. As the shuttle approaches, you can't help but notice that the Ark is shaped somewhat like the blade of a dagger, a thin, black megastructure covered in hundreds of glittering lights.

Alambil grows larger and larger as the shuttle approaches, quickly turning from a distant knife-like form to an enormous array of sprawling spires and skyscrapers. You watch as your transport descends into a large dome-shaped structure, whose top opens up in a spiral formation to allow the ship to dock. After some wait, the shuttle doors open, and the captain announces your arrival at the Ark.

After a moment, you steadily make your way out of the shuttle and exit the hangar, quickly realizing that you are at the crossroads of a remarkably large marketplace. The streets of this place are narrow, densely cramped with crowds of bustling spacers from all walks of life. Occasionally, a robot goes past, either trudging along with the crowd or hovering above them with many flashing lights. Dozens of near identical booths line the streets, occupied by humble merchants. Others are street performers such as wizards or buskers, hoping to make some profit as everyone goes from somewhere else to somewhere else.

As you take in the colorful sight, you notice that you are at the very bottom of Alambil; all around you are the bases of titanic buildings, some so tall you can't even see the top. Occasionally, you can see much smaller buildings in the distance, presumably more established shops like the one you're looking for. A large neon sign at the crossroads identifies this place simply as "The Big Market".

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=39U4Y09ewWU

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 No.688771

>>688770
"Hrm. Might be here a while," Scrum comments as he takes in the sight of the giant bazaar. "Far too easy ter get lost 'round these parts." He ducks his head, narrowly avoiding getting hit by a passing swarm of chattering Breezies. "Agh!… Maybe we should try askin' around? This Patches feller seems t'be well connected. Maybe someone can offer some pointers." He is talking somewhat louder than usual, although it is still hard to hear him properly over the din of the crowd.

Scrum points out three different marketgoers nearby that might be able to help:

There is a tiny store on your right that seems to be selling repair tools and spare robot parts, owned by an overweight earth pony with a five o' clock shadow wearing a singlet. "Looks like he might be in the same trade as our contact. Maybe they know each other."

Standing apart from the crowd are two identical unicorns, heatedly arguing over what looks like robot parts. "Could be that they got that from Patches. Or maybe they're taking it to him?"

Finally, you see a mare slowly leading a hulking bipedal construction robot through the crowd. She seems not to want to be seen, or at least identified, judging by the hooded jacket and scarf around her lower face. "And what about her? An employee of his, maybe?"

"Eh, I dunno really, I'm just spitballin',"Scrum shrugs. "Our contact could be anywhere really. I'm going to go and explore this way, see if I can find anything." He points down a nearby darkened alleyway, which seems less crowded and with less business. "Let's regroup back here at the hangar when we find somethin', yeah? Anyone want to come with?"

>choose a pony to investigate, or roll 1d10 to try and find something on your own


>reminder that the party's current worth is 2154 florins

 No.688772

>>688770
>>688771
https://pastebin.com/F4168Tu8
Pyrite blinks a couple times as the doors open into a densely-packed marketplace, the stallion letting out a soft, uneasy whinny. He's alright with crowds, to a point, but this is more than he's used to! He looks to the others, and shuffles a little bit, before asking the others "Uhm… maybe th' mare with th' big ol' robot? Could be a decent place t' start, even if she does look a little too busy f'r chitchat." he offers

 No.688773

>>688771
https://pastebin.com/EBKvBkJ8
"Hmm.."

"what say we split up? can cover plenty o'ground between the lot of us searchin the place."

"I'll head t'that store, looks like a good start. Pyrite, check with that mare there, see what she knows."

"the lot of ye still got yer comms, keep in touch."

 No.688774

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>>688771
https://pastebin.com/E3s5YpWD

Veta looks absolutely 'thrilled' to be here if the scowl on her face was anything to go by. She listens intently, giving a hum as she weighs her options.
"Well, you all have fun with this social butterfly nonsense. I'm just going to take a walk."

She then heads off, looking around on her own to try and pick up some leads.
[1d10]

Roll #1 7 = 7

 No.688775

>>688770

"Ohh, this place is great! Just the way I like it, yes!" - Teal exclaims happily, looking around and taking in the sights. The curious little bughorse started flying all around the place right from the get-go.

>>688773

"Sounds like a delightful idea. I'm all up for it! Let's have some investigating fun~"

>>688771

Eyeing the dark alleyway, the Breezie responses:

"Tempty. Might catch up with you later there. Gonna have a look at the machines here first though…"

>>688772

"Nice pick, my bulky guardian friend!" - Teal says loudly, attempting to get her tiny voice above the bustle of the streets. She lands on his head temporarily as she does so - "I do want to get a closer look at that contraption of hers first though.."

As she said, she did so. Since watching and not touching was free and the robot, unlike the person leading it, was bare, she had it tell its secrets to Teal's eyes. Possibly.

>Engineering


[1d10]

Roll #1 2 = 2

 No.688776


 No.688777

>>688773
"As long as y' think we can meet back up with each other! It might be kinda hard here…" he hums a tad, before looking to the others, and then the Breezie specifically
>>688775
Alright! Two 's us, I guess." he says, before working his way through the crowd towards the mare.

 No.688778

>>688777
"bah, it'll be fine, if ye can make yer way back t'the dock, that'll do." i reply, waving my talon dismissively.

 No.688779

>>688778
"Alright, Miss Risky! I'll come back when we get somethin'!"

 No.688780

>>688773
You go over to the junk stall. It looks like it hasn't been cleaned in a while.You recognize some of what's on sale as being meant for land vehicles mostly, but a lot of the vendor's wares are foreign to you, presumably for robots. The owner nods at you in greeting. "Lookin' to buy somethin'? Got some new robot merch comin' in real soon if yer into that."

>>688774
You try and get away from the crowd a bit, going down a narrow alley and finding yourself in a circular plaza. The centerpiece of it is a large statue of the Holy Twins, around which are several food stalls, including a grocer, a fishmonger and even a candy stall. You can see a sleeping beggar at the foot of the central statue, as well as a unicorn dressed in brilliant red robes juggling fireballs for a small crowd. Among the crowd are a group of four ponies in blue overalls, presumably off duty workers. They could know something about the junk dealer you're looking for. Alternatively, in the distance, you can see several rows of stores advertising a disparity of wares. Maybe one of them is Patches' establishment.

>>688775
You get a bit closer to the giant robot. It is painted with black and yellow stripes, and its two long arms end in a pair of mechanical prongs, like a forklift. It's definitely intended for construction, but it seems to have been modified somehow, although you can't tell how. As you get closer, its rectangular head swivels, and the robot stares at you blankly with its one circular photoreceptor.

>>688777
You make your way towards the mare with the giant robot. As she sees you and Teal approach, she tries to hurry her pace, yanking on the leash she has attached to her robot to keep it moving. She pulls her scarf up a bit higher and tries to ignore your presence, presumably in a hurry to get somewhere.

 No.688781

>>688780
"Lookin fer information, y'see. Me ship is totaled, her transistor is out. Heard tell this ark had a scalper named patches, y'heard anythin about him?"

 No.688782

>>688780
Veta decides to check out the displays and advertisements, not feeling like taking that risk of being prejudice against the blue collar. While she is looking for Patch's shop, she also decides to indulge herself and see what is around.

 No.688783

>>688780
Pyrite blinks a little bit, and follows after the mare "Miss, please wait up! We jus' wanna talk a lil' bit!" the stallion whinnies, picking his pace up a little

 No.688784

>>688780

The vendors were not going anywhere. That mare was a temporary sight. Hence, Teal decided to be a nuisance:

"Heeey, you've got an interesting robot there, miss. Interestingly modified, that is. Mind telling how? Not gonna stop you, just tagging along."

 No.688785

>>688781
He looks rather surly at the mention of Patches. "Yeh, I know 'im. 'e runs a junk shop over dattaway." He points to a plaza that can be seen through a narrow alleyway. You recall seeing Veta head in that direction earlier. "You jus' lookin' fer trouble doin' business with him though. Believe it. Everythin' dere's ovahpriced garbage, cost you ya legs and ya teeth. Now me, I got all sortsa parts fer ships, bots, speeders, you name it, and I won't charge you near nothin'. So, whatcha lookin' for?"

>>688782
You see a variety of different stores in the area, apart from the aforementioned stalls:

"Ronnet's Discount Magical Supplies": A tall building with a small pointed tower poking out of it. It seems to specialize in arcane tools for the aspirant mage.

"Tests of Time Antiques": A small, very old concrete building with a rounded shape. It deals in a variety of trinkets and curiosities, some seemingly dating back to before the Fall of Equestria.

"The Pickled Clown": A homely looking wooden building with a dangling sign depicting a dancing pony dressed as a clown holding a tankard. Apparently, it's some sort of pub, but it's closed right now.

Finally, you take note of a plain, unassuming building with a peaked roof. A weather vane with the name TOM is perched atop it, with the letters arranged vertically so it looks the same from every angle. There's no indication of what's sold here; indeed, the only indication that it's a shop at all is a sign on the front door saying "Free gift for every customer!".

You also see a cardboard sign on the sidewalk, advertising the place you're looking for: Patches' Junkyard, with an arrow pointing to the right. Unfortunately, the sign looks like it's been abandoned for some time, so there's no way to tell which direction it originally indicated. Regardless, the fact it's here at all suggests you're close to the party's destination.

>>688783
>>688784
She stops in her tracks and glares at you both.

>>688783
"…What do you want?" Her voice is slightly muffled by the scarf. "I'm busy."

>>688784
"None of your business." She looks irritated and anxious, glancing behind apprehensively.

 No.688786

>>688785
>>688784
>>688783
>>688781
Veta takes note, and gets on her comm.
"Hello, this thing on? I think I'm close everyone…I think. Found an old sign for his place, but don't know how long its been here."
She raises a brow at the 'free gift' store, and decides to check out this mystery store.
"Come to the circular plaza with the Holy Twins in its center, by all the stalls. I'm off to keep looking."
She then hangs up, then checks out the plain building, more wondering what this place could be selling, considering the lack of advertisement.

 No.688787


>>688785
"Oh, ship parts ye say?"

"Well now, glad t'see i've got options!" i reply with a grin.

"I'm lookin fer a few things t'patch me ship, blasted pirates stripped 'er bare."

"Let's see… I'll be needin a Nuclear transistor fer the engine and a new set o'comms, fer hailin ships and the like. Think ye've got the parts?"

>>688786
Hearing the comms ping, i turn away to answer.

"Aye, i'll be on me way in a moment. Might 'ave found a new sale fer the parts, checkin the lead now.

 No.688788

>>688786
"Ya did? Wow, you're awfully good at lookin', Miss Veta! We'll come on over soon!"
>>688785
"W-We jus' wanna talk. We're tryin' t' learn 'bout a guy named Patches." he remarks, shifting around nervously

 No.688789

>>688785

"Wow, rude. True though. Unless I were meaning to buy it. If I were, wouldn't you try recommending it to me?" - Teal does not seem to be taken aback too much by the mare's tone, having encountered opposition to her curiosity countless times in her past - "Also, I said that we're not stopping you, really. And even if you're busy, doesn't look like you have too much of a talkative companion on the leash there. Why not enjoy the walk and talk with fellow travellers?"

>>688786

Teal pouts hearing Veta on the intercom:

"Aww shucks, and here I thought we'd enjoy ourselves some more before that. Well, gonna be there in some time, Veta."

She looks to the side and presses her hoof to the ear as she says so, as to both show she's switching the conversation partner for a sec and hear things better.

 No.688790

>>688789
Veta smirks and gets onto a call with Teal only.
"Take your time, I'm actually checking out another store. Besides, the sign is old as hell, he could've relocated."

 No.688791

>>688786
You enter Tom's shop. It is quite cozy on the inside, a warmly lit store with rows upon rows of shelves containing a huge variety of objects: socks, rope, bedrolls, belts with dozens of pouches, blankets, candles, tins labeled "Pure and Clear", bags of trail mix, and many other things besides. Overall, the selection of merchandise seems to be for those going on outdoors expeditions. There are three more signs over the counter: the firs treads "Everything for the traveler!", the second repeats the promise of a free gift for every customer, and the third simply reads "Choose carefully". Curiously, there doesn't seem to be anyone home, nor are there any security measures; it is as if one could just waltz in and rob the place.

>>688787
"Hmmmmm… Lemme check for ya." He pulls out an extremely grubby datapad, seemingly out of nowhere, and starts scrolling through it. "…..Nah. Sorry. Can't help ya. Don't got 'em." He shrugs. "Good luck with finding 'em though. Sure someone's gotta be sellin' one 'round 'ere."

>>688788
"…I don't know him," she replies curtly. The robot hums idly as it waits for the signal to keep moving. "I know the name though. He runs a shop around here, I think. Now please, let me go."

>>688789
"It's not for sale. I have things to do. Now leave me be." She looks extremely annoyed at your interruption, fidgeting on the spot.

 No.688792

>>688791

"Ah, well. If you insist. Good luck with whatever it is you're doing!"

Seeing the mare being really in a hurry, Teal decides not to press further. Plenty other fish on the market, as they say. She waits for Pyrite to bid his adieu as well.

>>688790

"Yay! Message received, miss Veta. Thank you!"

>>688788

"Veta might to be on the right track. Wanna join her there or keep searching with me here?"

 No.688793

>>688791
Veta proceeds to window shop around the store a bit, looking at everything as if the gears in her head are turning. She grabs a bag of trail mix and a blanket, thinks on it a moment, then gets a pair of socks. Never know when you'd need those.
"Hello? Anyone here," she calls out, setting the stuff down on the counter and waits for someone. She sees the sign of choose carefully, then goes back to waiting.

 No.688794

>>688791
At the news i wilt a bit, sighing. "Ah, well, thought as much. feels like the parts'r hard t'find."

thanking him for the directions, i head toward the plaza, looking for the spot veta mentioned.

>>688790
"Bah! lead was a bust, seems like those parts'r harder t'find than i thought! I'm on me way."

 No.688795

>>688791
"Right. U-Uhm, sorry t' bother ya." he says, before looking back towards Teal
>>688792
"Uhm, which way's best? Think I should go with her, 'r would ya prefer I hang 'round?"

 No.688796

>>688795

"Maybe one more chance here and then we'll head off?" - Teal proposes, pointing towards the two unicorns, seemingly entagles in a dispute regarding the robot parts.

 No.688797

>>688792
>>688795
She gives you both a withering look and yanks on the leash again, the two continuing on their way without another word.

>>688793
Curiously, you find that you can't lift the bag of trail mix. When you try to let go of it, you find that you can't pull your hand away either, no matter how hard you try. You're effectively stuck there uncomfortably until someone comes along.

"You want some trail mix, friend?"

Someone has come along, apparently. You didn't hear him come in, but a tall, lean Diamond Dog with a hat on the back of his head is standing behind the counter, his arms folded and his wide mouth curved in a mocking smile. Presumably this is Tom himself. "Very sorry for the bad first impression, but Tom is not a trusting fellow." He has an odd accent that you've never really heard before. You wonder where he comes from. Tom puts one long finger behind the counter, and perhaps he casts some sort of spell, or activates a bizarre mechanism, because as he does so your own hand is released from the bag of trail mix. You stumble backwards all of a sudden.

"So," Tom says, clasping his hands together humbly, "what can I do for you? We sell all sorts of things for the weary traveler here. For instance, I saw you looking at the socks before. You won't find any better on Alambil, I assure you. They're cushioned, you see. Perfect for sore feet. And the blanket is the finest quality too, yes. Waterproof, windproof, fireproof, shockproof, just about everything-proof. And light as a feather. …Or what about these?" Before you can tell him just what you want, he starts getting into the swing of things as he picks up one of the Pure and Clear tins, opening it up to reveal a pinkish powder. "Sprinkle a bit of this on any foul water, and it'll be perfectly safe to drink. I guarantee it. Or these?" He takes a paper bag labeled Fire Beads, opening it up to reveal what look like crystal clear marbles. "Strike them and they'll start a merry blaze in no time. Perfect for a good bonfire, yes?"

"Of course, this is just a taste of what I have for sale. I'm sure you have your eyes on something around here. So," he repeats, with another wide grin, "what can I do for you?"

>>688794
You move into the plaza (see >>688780 for description). There's no sign of Veta anywhere around here. She's probably gone into one of the stores.

The unicorn nearby has changed from juggling fireballs to conjuring great pillars of fire, moving her hooves in strange gestures to shape it into unusual forms. It's quite an impressive sight.

 No.688798

>>688796
>>688797
"Uhm… she might jus' wanna go on her way… sorry t' bother ya, miss." he says, before turning to head to wherever Veta's found herself at- after waiting for Teal Drop, of course!

 No.688799

>>688798
>>688791

Since Pyrite expressed unwillingness to loiter in this place much more, Teal allows herself barely a short greeting and a fast, polite inquire in the direction of the unicorns before joining on the earth pony on his way.

"Let's see how Scrum's doing after that, kay?"

 No.688800

>>688799
"Yupyup! Good thinkin', Miss Teal!" he says, before cocking his head to the side "Hey, ya need a ride? Dunno if all this'll tire ya out."

 No.688801

>>688800

"Don't mind if I do, Pyrite. You're quite comfy, actually, you know?" - Teal says, making herself comfortable on the stallion's head - "And you're quite tall too. Makes for a good lookout."

 No.688802

>>688797
"Not a problem. I'd ask how you did that, but I feel like that's a closely guard trade secret."
Veta is silent during his explanation, taking it all in and nodding along. She seems to think on all of it for a bit, then rolls her shoulders around to get a slight kink out of them.
"Well, I sorta came in on a whim. Was looking for Patch's Junkyard, but the lack of sign on a store caught my eye. So why not check it out while I'm here, right? Happened to be in the mood for a snack, and this would be just enough for me. And this other stuff since…well, why not? Never know when you'd need them."

"So aside from how much this would be, that old sign out there for Patch's correct?"

 No.688803

>>688797
"Hmm."

trotting down the row of stores, i call out for the missing dog.

"Veta? Where'd ye run off to? Where's that sign o'yours ye saw earlier?"

 No.688804

>>688801
Pyrite chuckles a little bit as the breezie makes herself at home on his head, and keeps on heading to meet up with Veta "Well, thanks! 'S always been a little hard in cramped spaces, but bein' big's got its upsides!" he whinnies, his ears flicking a little bit

 No.688805

>>688803
"I'm at an outdoors store. Just look for the fancy weather vane on the roof. Sign was on the ground somewhere outside. Just look for a ratty piece of cardboard."

 No.688806

>>688798
>>688799
You both pick your way through the dense crowd of marketgoers. As you pass the hangar where the shuttle is parked, you see Scrum leaning against the wall munching on a bag of peanuts. You notice that he has a satchel over his shoulder, where he didn't have one before. He must've bought something when he was on his own just now. "Hey, good t'see a friendly face," he grins, starting to follow you onwards and offering you both some of the peanuts. "Any luck findin' our target? Couldn't find anything meself."

>>688802
Tom brings the trail mix, the resistant blanket and the cushioned socks over to the counter. "For you, that'll be just 30 florins," he says. "…Although, I do buy as well as sell. If you're carrying something of value, perhaps we could make a barter of sorts, yes?"

"Hm. Patches? Yes, I know of him, I suppose. He runs a junk dealership just down the road. I've never been there personally, so I can't say I know much about him." He readjusts his floppy hat.

You suddenly hear Risky calling for you from somewhere outside. Tom looks out the window, then over to you inquisitively. "A friend of yours?"

>>688803
There's no response, but she couldn't have gone far. She probably heard you.

 No.688807

>>688805
>>688806

Hearing a response buzzing out from my headset, i stop and start searching for that sign, following it's well worn instructions.

"Blasted sign's bound t'be round here somewhere…"

 No.688808

>>688804

"Oh, yeah, cramped spaces are the worst. Once had to spend two weeks in a gouged out eye socket of of my former captain, covered by barely an eyepatch and a hollowed out glass eye's surface as she was interrogated, waiting for the perfect moment to strike as we knew that the one holding her captive would eventually come and laugh in her face. To bolster his ego by foulmouthing his rival where he thought himself safe…

Teal shifted her wings, adjusting them as Pyrite flickered his ears.

"… last mistake -he- made."

She stops for a short while, reminiscing. Afterwards though, she return with a happier tune:

"Yeah, being tall's the thing. Certainly no wind to blow over you, big guy! Work on your war face and there's gonna be few not dwindling before you~."

 No.688809

>>688808
"S-Shucks, uh… I don't think I've ever been in a space that tight." the stallion says, certainly spooked by that little story. "U-Uhm, shucks… I'm glad th' two 'a ya made it out alright, then. That sounds like a pretty serious situation. I didn't used t' be as… claustraphobic 'r nothin', but I got caught in a cave-in back when I still did hard labor. Sorta, uh… s-sorta made me uneasy in spaces like that." he says, rubbing at his neck nervously.
"And, uhm, what's a war-face? Like, gettin' angry? Lookin' angry?"

 No.688810

>>688806
Veta looks a bit surprised by the price.
"That's all? Well gee, how could one go wrong with a price like that? And thanks, don't think I've got much of anything right now, but I'll keep you in mind."

Veta also looks out the window, then sighs a bit as she's looked at.
"Something like that. I'm gonna take that as my cue to rejoin her."
She pays for the stuff then gives a nod goodbye to Tom.
"So Patches is just down the road you said right? Well, thanks for all the help."
She then walks out to join up with Risky and tell her the news she found out, carrying what she purchased.

 No.688811

>>688809

"Yeah, it's… been worth it in the long run. T'was our best bet, really.. Much rejoicing afterwards though."

She listens in to the earth pony digging in his digging past. Her voice softens as she goes on:

"Ouuch! Sorry to hear that, Pyrite.. was that the reason you switched to the current job?"

She waits politely for his answer, then adds, regarding the last part:

"Angry? Somewhat. Not necessarily though. Imagine menace. Dread. Danger. Threat. Those and more being on display for the ones you'd wish to intimidate. They say the calmest ones are the most dangerous and scary when angered. I'd say you carry potential, Pyrite. On the plus side, you don't have to talk much when you focus on your facial muscles too. One thing at a time helps, dare I say."

She stops for a while and continues afterwards:

"Ever heard of employing terror tactics?"

>>688806

"Veta's gotten a trace, it seems. Nothing beside that yet though. It's a nice, bustling market. Might be a while till we get through with it~"

She happily accepts a single peanut, using her energy blade - set to a very low setting, as to not shorten Pyrite's hair by misuse- to cut it's surface and then begins the feast, caring not to eat too much though, given the potential need for drinking later - "Shall we explore a new vector together?"

 No.688812

>>688811
"Yeah, it was pretty rough, but… I'm okay, aren't I? I wasn't hurt too bad! And, Yeah, sorta. F'r th' most part, th' folks that rescued me made such an impression that I wanted t' start doin' that. I ended up joinin' up with y'all here 'cause I figured, maybe I'd be able t' travel an' help!"
"Hrm…so, I gotta look like danger?" the stallion asks, stroking his shaggy chin in thought "Y-Yeah, not talkin' may help. I-I tend t' stutter when I get nervous…" he says, chuckling a little bit "I'll try it next time somethin' happens, an' see if I can get it!"
>>688806
"Heya, Scrum! Good t' see ya! Apparently, Miss Veta found some stuff! We're gonna go see!" he offers, before happily accepting a few peanuts!

 No.688813

>>688807
You find the sign easily further on down the road from where Veta's meant to be, but it's not much more than a piece of cardboard with some scribblings on it.

>>688810
"Of course. First time customers at Tom's shop deserve a good faith discount, do they not? Especially when they have such bad first impressions like you did."

He nods. "Ah, thank you, very much," he says with a slightly oily tone as he pockets the money. "Do come back. And tell your friends about me!"

>>688811
>>688812
The peanuts taste like peanuts.

>>688811
"Hrm. If Veta's onto something, then maybe we should stick with her?" Scrum suggests. "There's plenty of time to explore later, but we should do what we came here for first."

>>688812
Scrum grins. "Right-o. Lead on then!"

>>688807
>>688810
>>688811
>>688812
It's not long before you all reunite at the place Veta mentioned. Having a look around the area, you soon spot what you can only assume is the store you're looking for; a very large, ugly square of a building made of concrete and corrugated iron. It seems to be connected to an entire warehouse from behind. A broken sign names the establishment as "Silky Patches' Quality Junkyard".

Scrum clears his throat. "Er, I'll leave ye lot to it. I have some things I need to pick up at the market for the ship meself. Food, tools, spare parts, all that sort of thing. Need to stock up on all that if we're going to be travelin' together after all. I'll meet ye all back here, alright? If not, I'll see ye back on Iridav."

 No.688814

>>688813
Pyrite nods happily- he's always loved the taste of peanuts!

Pyrite leads the trio on through the crowd! Luckily, someone his size has little trouble forceing his way through a crowd. He does it as politely as he can, and with a big, friendly grin on his face!

"Huh… guess this is his shop!" the stallion says, picking the pace up a little to make his way over. "Hmm? Oh, ya take care, Mister Scrum! Seeya back at th' ship!" he whinnies, before heading in thr front door!

 No.688815

>>688813
"Aye, that's fine, see ye then, Scrum."

undeterred by the horrible look of the place, i make my way to the entrance and head inside.

"Not much t'look at, but plenty o'room fer parts at least."

 No.688816

>>688813
Veta has ripped open the trail mix and began eating it.
"Large, ugly, and a lot in the back. Feels like I'm looking into a mirror."
Veta then heads inside with the others.

 No.688817

>>688813

Teal munches on the peanut enthusiastically.

"Hmm… kinda tempted to go with you, Scrum" - Teal admits - "call if you get any dilemma with the parts' selection, kay? Fixed the radio on board, but there were actually a few more things a was meaning to take a look at there…"

>>688814
>>688815
>>688816

"So… just for reminding - we're meant to say we're from the Golden Company, but avoid showing we're new, right?"

 No.688818

>>688817
"Yup! We're serious stuff! We ain't green!" he says, puffing his chest out

 No.688819

>>688817
"Yup. So be on your guard for trick questions and crap. Gonna leave that to you three, though; I can't remember too much of that orientation."

 No.688820

>>688814
>>688815
Scrum nods. "See ye when I see ye, friends."

>>688817
"Aye. I'm not much of a gearhead, but I'll see what I can do. I'm sure the boys up on Iridav will have taken a look at it for us anyway." With that, Scrum turns around and leaves. You can't help but wonder where he's getting his own money from.

>>688814
>>688815
>>688816
>>688817
As you enter, a tiny bell above the doorway announces your arrival. The store is as dingy on the inside as it is outside. It is dimly lit, and cluttered with busted robots, repair tools, cables, old datapads, bits of scrap, and all other manners of things besides. The design is very practical, albeit incredibly messy. You can't imagine this place having ever been tidy in the first place.

Sitting on a long concrete slab of a counter is a pony working on an inactive robot with a blowtorch. As the little bell rings, he perks up, drops everything and scuttles over to you. He is a very thin, grubby-looking unicorn with a dark orange coat and no mane whatsoever. He has a pointy snout, dark, squinty eyes and a large, thin-lipped grin. Veta is reminded of Tom the Shopkeeper with his sly demeanor. He wears a simple black jacket with with a few bulging pouches. You also notice that his jacket has a golden arrow embroidered on it; the same symbol on Gwenael's brooch. "Good day!" Patches chirps cheerfully in a very high, shrill voice. "Welcome to Patches' Junkyard! Looking for something in particular, or just browsing the merchandise?"

>pausing

 No.688958

>>688820

Leaving Risky the matter of speaking as the face of the party, Teal continues her watch from the height of Pyrite's head. She looks around, to see if there is any Breezie-sized equipment out there.

 No.688959

>>688820
https://pastebin.com/F4168Tu8
"Hello!" the stallion says, offering a friendly wave to patches. "I think we were lookin' f'r somethin' in particular, but I ain't th' best with words, so I'll leave it to th' others." he remarks

 No.688960

>>688820
https://pastebin.com/EBKvBkJ8

"Aye, that i am." I reply, picking my way through the scrap as i head over to the counter.

"I'll be needin' a few parts fer me ship, pack 'o pirates stripped her bare before we got her running."

"We'll bee needin a nuclear transistor, and a set o'comms fer mid-flight radioing."

"Her AI's missin, but that's second t'gettin her moving again."

 No.688961

>>688820
"I'm just browsing," Veta says plainly, looking at all the other stuff that is all around the place, letting Risky do the big talking.

 No.688962

>>688958
Most of what is on sale is more sized for ponies, not Breezies. You do spot a tiny Breezie-sized toolbox under a tangled mess of spare wires though. It could come in useful for ship repairs on the Moonstruck. The listed price for it is 40 florins.

>>688959
Patches nods in understanding. "Always happy to do business with you folks. Let me know if you see anything you like."

>>688960
"Hmm…" He thinks for a moment, then seems to remember something, whipping out a datapad from one of his many pockets and entering some information on it. In the distance, you hear the heavy whirring and clanking of a robot. "You're in luck, my darling," he says with a big smile. "I happen to have just what you're after. They're beauties both. You can't go wrong with them!"

The clanking gets louder, and a door at the far end of the shop opens up as a construction robot similar to the one you saw in the marketplace stomps in. It is carrying a large, heavy looking object made of dark metal. It has three prongs sticking out one end, is covered in wires and has a glowing turquoise light at its center. "Here we are," Patches beams. "One nuclear transistor, almost brand new. Barely used by its last owner, far as I know. As for the comms unit…" He moves over to a nearby pile of scrap, eventually unearthing a small green rectangular contraption that looks like it's meant to slot in somewhere. "Found it," he says, wiping a bit of oil off his jacket. "Good as new!"

"Now, I have to warn you, this isn't going to be free, sweetin," he reminds you. "You seem like a good enough sort, but I do need to make a living somehow. I'd say you're looking at about… say… 3000 florins?" He grins toothily again. You could almost buy a new ship for that much.

>>688961
As you go through the unruly mess of wares in the Junkyard, you find what looks to be a portable energy shield. Usually used to protect construction robots from debris, they can also be used by adventurers. It absorbs heavy damage on activation, but takes some time to recharge after doing so. The listed price is 60 florins. From the looks of things, Patches is much less forgiving with his prices than Tom is.

>>688958
>>688959
>>688960
>>688961
"…Say, are you lot with the Golden Company by any chance?" he asks innocuously as the robot loudly places the transistor on a nearby counter and trundles off. "There's a discount for members, and you look to me like the traveling type."

 No.688963

>>688962
Taken aback by the price, i quickly nod my head at the mention of a discount.

"A-aye, that we are! Members enough t' work directly with 'ol Goldie in fact!"

"..Not t'say we can't pay fer it as is, o'course we can, but what o' that discount? Ye've got credits t'knock off that price?"

 No.688964

>>688962
"Yes, I've done many house calls in my time as a doctor. You wouldn't believe how many people like tacky and gaudy things."
Veta eyes the energy shield, sets it to the side, and keeps digging through as if she was digging through her own fur for fleas.

 No.688965

>>688962
Pyrite waits, bobbing from side to side as he lets the others do most of the talking. His ears perk up at the mention of the company, and he gives a short nod, before whinnying "Yupyup! Ya pinned us right!"

 No.688966

>>688962

Teal looks over the aforementioned tools, seeming somewhat interested. Although she doesn't say anything of them yet, she cranks her head in that direction as she flies away from the shelf. At hand, she took it upon herself to inspect the goods at hoof, as presented to the party. First, her gaze fell at the nuclear transistor. Was it indeed one meant to match their ship?

>Engineering


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Roll #1 6 = 6

 No.688967

>>688963
At the mention of Goldie, he raises his eyebrows. After a minute, he enters something on the datapad again, seemingly running some numbers quickly. "…Well, I could knock it down to about 2500. Just for you. Because I like you." He smiles coyly. "Say, how is Goldie these days anyhow? Haven't heard from her in a lifetime."

>>688964
He looks at you in slight confusion, not quite sure what to make of that statement.

You keep rifling through the piles and piles of junk. There's lots to be found amidst the shelves; a grappling hook, a radiation detector, a pre-Fall video game console in astonishingly good condition, a dentist's drill, a battered electronic chip of some sort labeled as an AI package, a deck of tarot cards, a tiny metal container labeled "Portable Microsingularity - Do Not Open", a large metal magnetic gauntlet used to facilitate heavy lifting, and a bunch of other assorted junk besides.

>>688965
"Great!" He beams at you. "Any friend of the Company is a friend of mine!"

>>688966
You inspect the transistor closer. From what you know, it seems to be of a suitable type to be installed on a smaller cruiser like the Moonstruck.

>>688963
>>688964
>>688965
>>688966
"…I suppose I could lower it a bit more than 2500," Patches muses out loud. "I do buy things as well as sell, as I'm sure you can see." He eyes Risky's PEW offhandedly. "Or, I could always use some help running errands and whatnot. What do you say? You help me, and I'll help you back."

 No.688968

>>688967
"Errand, y'say? What do ye 'ave in mind? Nothin out o'station, hopefully?"

"As fer Goldie, she's..been better. Not the type t'venture out o'base, last fight took it outta the poor bird."

 No.688969

>>688967
"What kinda stuff ya got f'r a guy like me? I ain't need too much, but might be good t' be a lil' sturdier."

 No.688970

>>688967
"If I was still practicing in my office, I think she'd be seeing me quite a bit after what we just went through."
She raises a brow at the pre-Fall vidya console, looking it over more closely.

She hears talk of doing errands, and she gives a tired sigh.
"Ahh geez, here comes this song and dance."

 No.688971

>>688967

Hearing of the prices, Teal decides not to venture forth with the offhand bargains, given the importance of the primary aim. Nonetheless, she checks up on the comm-link and then flies around, somewhat recreationately, though somewhat focusing one what one might potentially upgrade the ship with. Naturally, one might need a bigger, more official forge for it, but knowing of the details and tidbits of scrap than one could find here was considered useful..

>Just defualting the Engineering on the Comm-link

 No.688972

>>688968
"Well, that's no good," he pouts. "Awful shame, really. Hope she gets better soon."

>>688969
He goes digging for a moment, unearthing a small rectangular device that looks like it's worn around the belt. "This is a portable energy shield," he announces. "They're usually used to protect construction robots and the like, but they can be used by anyone really. What it does is it absorbs a huge amount of kinetic energy when you activate it. Can even stop bullets. It only lasts a few seconds though, and does take a while to recharge after using it. For someone like you though, it'd be quite useful if you get into a nasty scrap! Only 60 florins, but for you, chum, I'll knock that down to 45."

>>688970
You examine the console closer. It seems to be a vintage Univision 3000 console, from the long-defunct Silver Lining Entertainment Company. It has been revamped significantly from its original form; the cord has been replaced with a rechargeable battery, the device overall has a much sleeker appearance, and it has been affixed with a holographic projector screen. Most of the games it runs are extremely old and dated by modern standards. The listed price is 40 florins.

>>688971
You start looking over the comms unit. It seems relatively straightforward to install onto your ship's command console, and would allow you to communicate with other ships with ease. In your experience, comms units only come in one type, and can be made to work with any sort of ship no matter the size or model.

As you look around, you spot what looks like a contraption called a scrambler at the back of the room. Made for smaller end ships, a scrambler would obscure the ship's signal from being detected by other ships, essentially making it invisible to all forms of detection, save for physically being able to see the ship itself. Scramblers are often used by contraband smugglers to avoid attention, and the legality of selling such a device is questionable at best. Most people wouldn't be able to recognize such a device, but you've seen them used before. It doesn't have a listed price.

>>688968
>>688969
>>688970
>>688971
"As for the job I had in mind, it's fairly simple, really. All I need you to do is escort one of my robots to a warehouse nearby. I have a business deal with the folks that run the place, but there's plenty of folks that will want what the robot is carrying. Make sure the cargo gets there safely, deliver it to my contacts, and I'll bring the price down to 2000 bucks, just for you."

"Now, there's a bit more you have to consider. First off, the robot is going to be carrying a crate. Don't let anyone, even yourselves, open that crate, no matter what. Second of all, if anyone comes up to you lot and asks about me, just deny it. Otherwise, they'll come looking for me, and that'll be a whole other mess. Thirdly, you'll want to avoid attention, so try to obscure your identities if you can. Some shadier folks than me will be coming after you if they know who you are."

"…That's about it really. Just make sure the cargo gets from A to B, and don't tip anyone off about it. Do that for me, and I'll be in your debt. What do you say, friends?"

 No.688973

>>688972
"F-Forty-five, f'r me? O-Ohh, thank ya kindly, mister! I'll take it!" he chuffs, hoofing over the forty-five florins
>>688972
"Hmm? Ohh, we can do that f'r ya!"

 No.688974

>>688972
"Hmm.. fair enough."

"We'll take the job." i reply, nodding. "Somethin' simple, looks like. Watch the box, maybe crack some skulls, not too bad fer a discount."

 No.688975

>>688972

Teal's eyes widen at the sight of such a novelty. She attempted to recall what was the Golden Company's viewpoint on such matters.

In the meantime, in case it was needed, she gave her approving nod to Risky in regards to the mission request.

 No.688976

>>688972
Veta considers the price of the console as she listens to the details of the mission. She carefully sets it back down.
"Well, alright, sounds simple enough. Someone tell me some bad news so maybe I look upset enough to be left alone."

"Also, you do reserves on things?"

 No.688977

>>688973
He takes the money and hands you the device. "Thanks, good compeer," he says with a smile.

>Energy Shield; automatic, recharge 3; negate up to 6 points of non-elemental damage


>>688975
You don't recall anything about this sort of thing being mentioned, but from what you've seen of them so far, you assume the Company don't exactly punish lawbreaking.

>>688976
"Depends on how long, I suppose," he answers. "What were you thinking of reserving, love?"

>>688973
>>688974
>>688975
>>688976
"Aces," he beams. You notice that he has several gold teeth. He taps away on the datapad and you hear more mechanical clunking, and a garage door at the back of the room opens with a loud rattling sound, revealing what looks like the store's eponymous junkyard. "Right this way, then."

 No.688978

>>688977
"Shucks, mister! Ya got a whole lotta gold teeth!" he remarks, stroking his chin in thought and chuckling "'S all shiny. An', after you!" he whinnies, following after

 No.688979

>>688977
Following behind, i take a look at the rest of the assorted parts near the garage

"Hmm. wonder if i can upgrade me claw with some o'this. Been thinkin o'ways t'hide me plasma gun, give em a surprise in a scrap."

 No.688980

>>688977
>>688979

Teal follows, inquiring of Risky:

"Are you sure you'd wish to be hiding something so big and potentially overheating though? If that's the case, wouldn't it be better to mount it on a gravi-bike or something of the sort?"

 No.688981

>>688980
"Aye, quite a risk true, but it'll give me somethin t'hide if we're searched. Nothin' like plasma t'end a fight."

"O'course, i'd need t'upgrade this old claw, heat ports and the like. switch off some o'these pain receptors, maybe a stabilizer. Hmm.."

 No.688982

>>688977
"This Univision here. Not quite factory stock, but then again, neither am I," she says, rolling her shoulders where flesh and metal meet.
"The new stuff lately has just been mostly crap anyway."

Veta follows the others.

 No.688983

>>688978
"You tend to lose them in my line of work," he says with a chuckle. "Not too hard to replace really. I made them myself."

>>688979
They seem to be mainly robot upgrades.

"I actually know someone off-Ark that specializes in cybernetics," Patches offers. "Not too far from here, really. I can give you their details if you'd like."

>>688982
He looks it over, nonchalantly picking it up and plonking the ancient console in a drawer. It rattles ominously. "Sure thing. As long as you need, I suppose. Don't think anyone else would be buying it anyway."

>>688978
>>688979
>>688980
>>688982
Patches leads you into the proper junkyard. It strikes you that he must make quite a lot of money, judging from how large this area is and how much he has stockpiled. Mountains upon mountains of broken robots, rusted speeders and miscellaneous rubbish are heaped all over the place, arranged to form mazelike paths all over the place. Hulking robots can be seen on occasion, hauling scrap as per their programming. Crude cardboard signs are visible on occasion, identifying what each pile consists of. Most of these signs are nearly illegible.

You carefully follow Patches, picking your way through the scrap heaps until you get to a very large robot just like the one at the marketplace, standing completely still. In its forklift hands, it is carrying a pitch black plastic crate, with the words "Happy Birthday!" sloppily painted on one side. "Here we are. Meet Sally." He gives the robot an affectionate pat, to no response. Patches presses another button on the datapad, opening a door in front of you to the outside. "I've programmed her to walk to her destination just fine, so all you have to do is follow her through the crowd. If you need to stop her at any point, just use this remote." He hands Risky a small black device with a few buttons on it, conveniently labeled things such as Start, Stop, Speed etcetera. "And remember, don't try to open the crate, don't namedrop me unless it's the people you're delivering to, and don't try to draw attention. Do this, and you'll be rewarded."

"Well, that's about it really. Off you go!" He pushes another button, and Sally springs to life, starting to trudge out of the junkyard.

 No.688984

>>688980
"What say ye help me tinker with it? ye are an engineer, after all. After we get me ship runnin, o'course."

 No.688985

>>688983
Nodding, i hop to ordering from the robot's side. "We'll see to it, ye can count on it."

"Teal! hop atop the box, keep an eye out fer trouble."

"Pyrite, try n'keep ahead of it, clear a path if ye can!"

"Veta, you take the right, i'll be guardin' it's left."

"Move out!"

 No.688986

>>688983
[1d10] Perception

Roll #1 1 = 1

 No.688987

>>688983
"Hiya, Sally!" the stallion says, oblivious to whether or not Sally can even really understand them. He looks it over and nods a little, before saying "Shucks, sounds easy! We'll be back inna jiffy!"
>>688985
"Yess'm! I'll doo m' best!"

 No.688988

>>688983
"Okay, and just who exactly is supposed to receive this? Don't want to give it to the wrong pony or whatever that may just be loitering around."

 No.688989

>>688984

"I usually plant bombs on my enemies, not allies, but if you want me to, I don't mind. Might be quite an interesting challenge, trying to get that fitted inconspicously, so consider me game for that one."

>>688983

"Hang on just a second" - Teal adresses Patches for the first time - "While that's all fine and dandy for dealing with those claiming the identity of your customers midway, how are we to identify the ones meant to receive it if we come across the wrong ones at the designation point?"

After she receives a satisfactory answer, she'd go her way after the party, blending in the crowd and activating her suit's shield.

>Defaulting stealth


>Defaulting Cradle on the suit


>Perception roll


[1d10]

Roll #1 3 = 3

 No.688990

>>688983
"Oh,and the name o'that vendor'd be nice, when we make it back o'course."

 No.688991

>>688988
>Perception
[1d10]

Roll #1 9 = 9

 No.688992

>>688987
Pyrite keeps a sharp eye out!
>Perception [1d10]

Roll #1 9 = 9

 No.688993

>>688985
"Wonderful. I know I can count on you," he says gratefully. "I knew you were a reliable sort from the moment you walked in."

>>688990
"Sure, I'll give you it when you get back. Shouldn't take long."

>>688987
The robot has no reaction to your greeting, rattling idly as it waits for the command to get moving.

>>688988
>>688989
"Hm? Oh, right, almost forgot. Sally here knows where to go, so you just need to follow her until you get to a warehouse. When you get there, you'll probably get stopped by whoever's on guard. Tell them you want to speak to Merret, and that Patches sent you to settle his debt."

>>688991
>>688992
As you begin to leave, you notice the silhouettes of two Diamond Dogs having a discussion at the end of an alley not far outside. They look over in your direction briefly, but make no attempt to approach your group.

>>688985
>>688989
>>688988
>>688987
You begin to follow Sally out of the junkyard and down a darkened path. You soon find yourself back amidst the stifling crowd of the Big Market, barely able to hear yourselves think as you traverse the twisted streets. Street vendors and beggars alike try to hassle you, but you keep moving towards the warehouse nonetheless. You spot more than a few people giving you curious looks, and a few try to come up to you, but seem intimidated by your looks.

As you get moving, you are approached by two spotted Diamond Dogs wearing wide brimmed hats. One has a cybernetic right hand, and the other a cybernetic left hand. They look similar in frame to the two Veta and Pyrite saw outside the junkyard. "Mornin', strangers," the left-handed Dog drawls as the right-handed Dog crouches down to adjust his boots. "We were wonderin' if you could help us. My brother and I are lookin' to do business with a junk dealer called Patches, supposed to be runnin' a shop on this here Ark. We just reckoned y'all would know somethin', what with the robot and all."

"We'd really 'ppreciate some help," the right-handed Dog adds as he stands back up. "We've been lookin' 'round for some time now, but haven't been able to find him. We're on a bit of a time crunch, so if y'all know anythin' we'd be really grateful."

 No.688994

>>688993
Veta gives the two a very annoyed look, going as far as to shake out two of her pills.
"There's robots all over this damn place, ya know. Dunno how us having a robot means we're with this…what'd you say, some Liches guy?"
She pops the two pills and chews them unceremoniously.
"Anyway, we're on a time crunch as well. So if you really wanna find this guy, why not ask a cop or something? That's what I pay my taxes for, anyway."

 No.688995

>>688993
"Eh? 'Patches'? I've not heard of em, though there's that scrap vendor near the port, ye might want t'check there if ye need parts."

[1d10] con artist

Roll #1 9 = 9

 No.688996

>>688993
Pyrite notices the pair of diamond dogs watching them- an unusual feat for someone as dopey as him! He shrugs a little bit, and turns to Miss Veta and Risky Hooves, before asking "I think I saw some Diamon' Dogs watchin' us! They seemed kinda disinterested, so I dunno if I saw right…"
When he spots them again, he gives the pair a wave "Heya! How're y'all?"

 No.688997

>>688993

While the party is busy fending off the two Diamond Dogs, Teal is busy doing that with her sense of deja vu. She looked for a moment as if she wanted to say something, but glanced towards the DDs' ears and seemingly decided not to. Instead she flew up somewhat and from that vantage point sneakily checked whether there are other creatures listening in on or observing this scene.

 No.688998

>>688997

[1d10]

Roll #1 6 = 6

 No.688999

>>688994
The duo look around. Yours is the only robot in sight, apart from two hovering drones of the sort that police use for surveillance. "Just thought we'd ask is all," the right-handed Dog says, putting his hands up defensively. "Sorry for the intrusion, ma'am," the left-handed Dog adds.

>>688995
"Well, we're meant to be dealing with Patches himself," the left-handed Dog explains. "Not no one else." The two exchange a glance. "But we'll try there," the right-handed Dog adds hurriedly. "Odds are they might know his whereabouts."

>>688996
"Howdy," the left-handed Dog says with a friendly smile as the right-handed Dog tips his hat. "Can't rightfully complain really. Been a productive sort of day so far. Thanks for askin'."

>>688997
>>688998
It's hard to tell if anyone's actually watching you or just looking over. There's a veritable sea of marketgoers of all shapes and sizes. On an upper level of one of the buildings, you can see a pegasus overlooking the crowd and speaking into a commlink, while from up ahead, a goat is looking about and hurriedly typing onto a datapad. You think you hear a very faint beeping noise nearby as well, but it could be coming from anywhere, if it exists at all.

>>688994
>>688995
>>688996
>>688997
"Well, if y'all don't know anythin', no sense in holdin' you up," the left-handed Dog says. "Thank you kindly for your time anyway." "Y'all have yourselves a good day now," the right-handed Dog adds, and with that the two continue on their path through the crowd. Sally keeps trudging onwards through the crowd, the marketgoers giving you all a wide berth.

 No.689000

>>688999
Mindful of their dog - like hearing, I give them a long while before sighing in relief.

"Keep sharp, crew! We'll get there soon enough."

 No.689001

>>688999
Veta grumbles as they walk off, not as caring of their hearing.
"Jeez, gonna burn through all m pills at this rate. This day is just gonna suck, isn't it?"

 No.689002

>>689001
"Could be worse, ye might've lost that bottle o'pills in the crowd by now, if ye weren't near the bot!"

 No.689003

>>689001
Veta gives an annoyed sigh and glances around, already having a slight twitch in an eye.
[1d10]

Roll #1 5 = 5

 No.689004

>>689000
With them out of the way, I keep looking for anything suspicious.
[1d10] perception

Roll #1 3 = 3

 No.689005

>>689001

"Is it the noise of the crowd that's getting on your pain receptors so much, Veta?"

>>688999

Teal follows, looking back at the two Diamond Dogs for a while. Afterwards, she resumes her watch. That beeping could be taken as something distressing.

[1d10]

Roll #1 9 = 9

 No.689006

>>689002
"If someone stole my pills, I would make them need a doctor. Then I'd smirk at the look of horror when I tell them I am one."

 No.689007

>>689005
"I'm mostly just unbottling right now. One of the few times I think I can be a complete and utter bitch and not have my time wasted by some desk jockey at HR."

 No.689008

>>688999
"No problem! I hope it keeps bein' good f'r y'all!" he says cheerfully, before waving them off as they head away
>>689001
"I unno, Veta! I think t'day's gonna be pretty darn good!" he whinnies
>>689000
"Yess'm!"
[1d10] Perception

Roll #1 1 = 1

 No.689009

File: 1506840611334.jpg (37.73 KB, 620x400, Upset Dog.jpg)

>>689008
Veta gives Pyrite an unconvinced look.

 No.689010

>>689003
>>689004
>>689008
You don't notice anything out of the ordinary.

>>689005
You see one Dog say something to the other, after which the latter pulls out a datapad and starts typing, looking behind himself in your general direction. You get the feeling you haven't seen the last of them. As for the beeping, you notice it seems to be coming from somewhere in the crowd, so it's probably not something to worry about.

>>689000
>>689001
>>689005
>>689008
You keep following Sally forward. Eventually the crowd begins to thin, and you start moving towards the outskirts of the Big Market. There are less stalls here, and a much less dense crowd, giving you ample room to move around in. Many of the buildings here offer hospitality services, such as low end cafes, motels and the like. Further down the road, you see what looks like a large factory, suggesting an industrial area lies ahead. You note that with all this comes a large population of homeless people. There are several beggars lining the streets, either huddled in alleyways or out in the streets asking for aid. You notice that a lot of these are Changelings, wearing the transformation-preventing collars that you've seen before.

"Hey mister!" One such beggar calls out to you, an aging, grey-bearded earth pony wearing a tattered fur coat and an amulet of Saint Cadence. A filthy piece of cardboard lies by his side, with the words "PLEASE HELP" scrawled on them alongside an empty ceramic cup. The beggar picks it up and holds it out to you hopefully. "Spare some coin? Please? Have a heart, just a few florins for me lunch is all I ask…"

Teal notices he's wearing an earpiece of sorts, attached to a cable that runs under his coat.

 No.689011

File: 1506841125844.png (640.61 KB, 1858x2505, Pyrite by DFG.png)

>>689009
Pyrite gives a happy, dopey smile!
>>689010
Pyrite frowns a little bit as he spots the aging beggar along the side of the street, his ears folding back as he looks to the others "Y-Y'all got any food t' give 'im? I-I don't wanna jus' leave him like this…"

 No.689012

>>689011
>>689010
Ready to pass by, I'm stopped by the sad stare of the big pony

"…aye, fine, I'll spare a few florins. But not fer every one of em! We've not got the money t'give out that freely."

Popping open my claw's storage, I float over a few florins, to cover for food.

 No.689013

>>689010

Teal sneaks a few glances at said earpiece. Call it paranoia, but why not use such beggars as spying devices? Seemingly blending in the background, yet perfectly capable of transferring data and willing to work for little…

>Engineering


[1d10]

Roll #1 6 = 6

 No.689014

>>689011
She just gives a defeated sigh.

>>689010
"I'm not the one carrying anything, but here," Veta replies and drops a new, still-wrapped lollipop into the cup.
"Better than florins: you can eat it right away."

 No.689015

>>689012
"T-Thanks, Miss Risky." he says, offering a smile… and gasping as Veta does similar!
>>689014
"Thankya kindly, miss Veta!"

 No.689016

>>689012
You give the beggar 9 florins, enough to buy a decent burger.

>>689013
It's hard to tell because his coat covers up whatever he's hiding, but it definitely looks like there's more to this lowly corner beggar than meets the eye. You wonder who could be profiting from using beggars as their eyes and ears in this place. The Spurned, perhaps, or the pirate lord Redgrave works for. Or someone else entirely.

>>689014
"Oh!" He looks surprised and somewhat confused by the lollipop, but takes it gratefully nonetheless.

>>689011
>>689012
>>689011
"Ah, thank you, all of you," he breathes. "I-I won't forget this. Twins bless your kind hearts." With that, he does an awkward sort of bow and starts shambling towards a nearby fast food chain. A few other nearby beggars perk up as they see you donate, but none of them make an effort to ask for more.

>pausing

 No.689175

>>689016
https://pastebin.com/EBKvBkJ8
Nodding as the beggar shuffles off, i rush to reach the robot's side, forgetting to slow it down during the exchange

"Alright, back t'the bot! We're nearly there."
[1d10] Perception

Roll #1 2 = 2

 No.689176

>>689016
https://pastebin.com/F4168Tu8
Shucks, mister, no need t' say thanks." the earth pony offers, before looking to the others
"So, keep on keepin' on? This hasn't been so hard so far!" Pyrite says, smiling a little bit wider as he looks the robot over. "C-Can't get too comfy though, r-right!"
>Perception: [1d10]

Roll #1 5 = 5

 No.689177

>>689016

Teal sneaks away, as to not have the beggar realize she's been spying on him in return. Losing adversaries in the crowd just became a lot harder, she affirmed. She flew up, continuing her watch, as the robot continued its march.

>Perception


[1d10]

Roll #1 2 = 2

 No.689178

File: 1507430298511.webm (2.83 MB, 488x406, Aussie Shitposters.webm)

>>689016
Veta just gives a bored sigh, taking a look around as she bends her back and makes it makes a few crack/popping noises.

>Perception

[1d10]

Roll #1 4 = 4

 No.689179

>>689175
>>689177
>>689178
You don't see anything out of the ordinary.

>>689176
As the beggar moves away, you see him pull up his coat a bit, as if huddling into it. Strange behavior, considering it's not a cold day.

>>689175
>>689176
>>689177
>>689178
You keep following Sally at a modest pace as the robot trundles on through the streets of Alambil, passing through a small industrial area without much incident. You are now in a much less populated area, far away from the bustling crowds of the Big Market. This seems to be a residential area, although it doesn't seem like a particularly pleasant one. Towering apartment buildings are prevalent, all nearly identical in shape and half-crumbled with neglect over the decades. Homeless bums are a common sight, as are shabby little kiosks and darkened stores with unsavory names. In narrow alleyways, shady figures skulk about, occasionally peering out at you as they go about their seedy business. There is almost no one out and about apart from these, however; it doesn't look like the kind of place that would attract tourism.

As you keep moving, three unpleasant-looking ponies step out of the shadows to block your path. They are wearing hoodies and bandannas to hide their faces, and two of them have several tattoos. Hearing hoofsteps from behind you, you see two more similar-looking ponies step out, blocking your retreat. Although they're mostly covered up, you note that they seem fairly young, still teenagers from the looks of them.

"You lost or something?" one of them asks after a moment of silence. He's a skinny blue unicorn, with tattoos in a foreign alphabet on his left front leg. "You don't belong here."

"What's in the crate?" another asks, a brown earth pony. He seems to be the oldest in the group, but still young, no older than 18 or 19. A bulge in his hoodie pocket shows that he's carrying a weapon of some sorts, presumably a gun. "Seems expensive."

One of the thugs behind you, a slim yellow earth pony, seems to be sizing all of you up, looking for valuables on you. He seems to be the youngest, probably about 13 or 14.

 No.689180

>>689179
Veta gives an annoyed sigh and rubs her temples with her claws.
"I'm only telling you kids once, and once only: scram. What's in that crate," her claws turn into needles and she gives the kids a cold glare, "isn't worth tangling with a killer like me. At least, not one who always gets away with it."

>Intimidate

[1d10]

Roll #1 9 = 9

 No.689181

>>689179
Seeing the lot of them clearly pint-sized, i roll my eyes and stop sally, before sighing and approach the three.

"Lad, ye've got guts tryin t'mug me i'll give ye that, but the lot o'us aren't in the mood t'beat foals. Move on home before ye try'n cross blades with ponies that won't let ye leave livin."

 No.689182

>>689179

Teal makes a half-circle around the ponies in front. Although, from the looks of it, there were chances they could be simply chased away, she wasn't one to take risks of this sort. Hence, leaving distracting the adversaries with the talk to others, she flew under the hoodie of the supposed leader, where she noticed the indication of the weapon. Teal opted to mess with that. Perhaps, with the weapon failing in their hooves, they'd be more willing to give up..

>Sabotage

>DC reduced by 2

[1d10]

Roll #1 8 = 8

 No.689183

>>689179
Pyrite cocks his head to the side. He's curious… but, doesn't think too much on it.

He gives a bit of a frown as they pass on through into a pretty run-down residential area, the stallion not too happy to see people put in such a rough place. He looks between the different ponies curiously, and he responds with a fairly innocent-sounding "Hmm? Well, we don't live here, so I guess that's pretty accurate. We're jus' passin' through." the stallion notes, before saying "Well, I-" he catches himself, and looks to Veta, before puffing his cheeks out a little. He may be dopey, but he can understand the situation well enough "W-Well, yeah. Th' crate ain't nothin' f'r y'all. But, uh… aren't y'all a little young t' be doin' stuff like this? Ya don't wanna go gettin' yourself in trouble b'fore you're even adults." The earth pony remarks, stepping closer to the blue unicorn and the yellow earthie. Trying to take Teal Drop's advice, he puffs his chest out in an attempt to look more imposing… maybe it'll make talking them down easier?
>Stern Diplomacy [1d10]

Roll #1 5 = 5

 No.689184

>>689181
>intimidate
[1d10]

Roll #1 7 = 7

 No.689185

>>689180
The three in front take a few steps back involuntarily. "I think they're for real bruv," the blue one says to the brown one. "Might be Goldens, or even Mummers. Look at her claws!" The brown one, presumably the leader, looks unnerved by the needles.

>>689181
>>689184
The two behind you start whispering nervously, glancing at your PEW.

>>689182
You find it isn't a gun at all, or even anything particularly threatening. All he's carrying is a simple box cutter, not much more dangerous than a kitchen knife. You manage to get it jammed so the blade can't extend.

>>689183
The yellow pony, as both the youngest and the smallest of the five, cowers slightly at your imposing height. The rest seem intimidated by you, although less so than the yellow one.

>>689180
>>689181
>>689182
>>689183
The five huddle together all of a sudden and start whispering to each other, glancing back at you. "Forget it," one of them says eventually, a heavyset grey pegasus. "I'm not standing around to get murked by no mercs." With that, he just ditches the rest of the group and flies off. "Oi! Wait!" the brown one yells, but it's too late. He looks around anxiously, then frustratedly beckons to the rest of his group. "…Come on then." Looking at the lot of you with a mixture of irritation and fear, the group of amateur muggers disband quickly, leaving you to push on to your task's end.

 No.689186

>>689185
With a sigh of relief, I make my way back to Sally and get the bot moving again.

"Blasted kids, gonna get int'trouble, the lot of em. Too young t'be fightin passers-by."

 No.689187

>>689185
Pyrite's attempt at being scary cracks a little, and he leans in a little to say "Come on now, kid. This ain't th' kinda stuff y'all wanna be gettin' into. Jus' try an find a better way, ya know?"
He offers a bit of a relieved sigh as the kids run off, and looks to the others with a smile "Shucks, am I glad we resolved that peacefully. I-I'da felt awful havin' t' fight colts…"

 No.689188

>>689185

"All sorts of ponies in these streets… well performed, everypony" - Teal commends the party as she gets her move on - "Nice to see you trying as well, Pyrite."

 No.689189

>>689185
Veta retracts her needles and watches them run off, making sure they stay gone. She then continues with the rest of the group.

>Perception

>Success Through Failure
[1d10+1]

>>689186
>>689187
>>689188
"Hmm…yeah," Veta remarks back, frowning a bit more than usual and looking lost in thought.

Roll #1 2 + 1 = 3

 No.689190

>>689188
"T-Thanks, Miss Teal! I-I dunno how well I did, but, uhm… I-I'll keep tryin'!"

>Perception [1d10]


Roll #1 1 = 1

 No.689191

>>689189
It doesn't look like those punks will be bothering you again.

>>689190
You trip and almost fall over on a beer bottle in the middle of the road. It shatters into dozens of dangerous shards, but luckily you are unharmed, save for a small nick.

>>689186
>>689187
>>689188
>>689189
You keep moving through this impoverished sector of Alambil, eventually reaching a fenced off building. It looks run-down and abandoned, judging from the rusted iron roof, broken windows and ajar fence gate. From the looks of things, this place used to be a shelter for the homeless, but it doesn't look like it's been used in some time. You notice that there are a surprising amount of pigeons in the area for some reason.

Sally keeps moving past the broken gate, eventually stopping at a large iron garage door. A small hatch on the side of the door opens up after a moment, and a robotic limb with a spherical camera on the end pops out and stares at you. "Who are you?" a gruff voice demands, coming from the camera. "Outsiders aren't welcome here."

 No.689192

>>689191
Trotting up to the door, I look into the camera as I gesture to Sally with a claw.

"Got a package fer the owner o'this place, from patches. Sent us t'guard it, looks important."

 No.689193

>>689191
Pyrite yelps loudly as he trips over a beer bottle, and stumbles for a good few feet before catching himself. He frowns a bit at the sight of the shattered glass and carefully sweeps the shards out of the way with a guantleted hoof, completely unaware of the nick in his foreleg.

He offers a wave to the camera, and peers riiiiiiight into it "Hiya! We're here on delivery duty, mister!"

 No.689194

>>689191
Veta just rubs her temples as Risky does the talking, sighing in relief as they seem to have gotten to their destination without any major incident.

 No.689195

>>689191
>>689194

Teal stays silent for now, sending only a meaningful look to Veta, as if agreeing with her sigh of relief somewhat.

 No.689196

>>689192
>>689193
>>689194
>>689195
There is an uncomfortable silence that goes on for a few minutes, during which the camera just keeps staring at you. "…Don't try anything," the voice says eventually, and the robotic stalk retracts. The door then begins to slowly creak open. The inside is a garage, as you'd expect, but much larger than it appears to be on the outside, with several gravbikes in disrepair being worked on by engineers. There are also several cages containing pigeons, as well as a few free birds perched around the area.

Standing there to greet you are a large group of grubby looking characters, mostly ponies but there are also Dogs, goats, donkeys and griffons. They are all dressed in dirty clothes and many sport scraggly, unwashed hair, overall looking like a group of homeless bums; however, they are all armed with guns of varying types. At the center of this group is a large, stoutly built black goat with large curled horns, dressed in a bulky fur-trimmed trenchcoat. On either side of him are two familiar faces in the form of the hatted Diamond Dogs that stopped you at the marketplace earlier. One of them tips his hat slightly to you.

"It's about damn time Patches paid his debts," the goat booms with a genial smile. He has a very deep, authoritative voice. Unlike the rest of the group, he seems friendly enough. "I was expecting you to get here sooner, from what my boys told me. At least nothing went wrong on your way here. Right?" The goat motions to some of his lackeys, who take the crate from Sally and start bringing it in. He extends one hoof in greeting to Risky. "The name's Merret, by the way. I run this place."

 No.689197

>>689196
Veta looks at the two familiar dogs, giving a grin and slight laugh.

"Well, unless you've got some unruly teenagers or the hungry harassing you for whatever, then you're pretty much in the clear."
She looks around at the gravbikes being worked on, having a bit of nostalgia to her college days.

 No.689198

>>689196
"Aye, true. Things'r movin' smoothly." I reply, shaking merret's hoof with my claw.

"Nice t'meet someone not tryin t'kill me fer a change. Name's Risky Hooves, captain o'this motley crew here." I finish, gesturing to the rest of the group. "So, this crate o'his is his debt, eh? Kept quiet o'er the whole thing, must've been worried."

 No.689199

>>689196

Teal pays attention to how the gang look-a-likes handle the crate and where they take it. She also tries to ascertain what is it that caused the gravbikes to be in disrepair - all in order to get some information on the shady dudes.

>Engineering/Perception


[1d10]

Roll #1 2 = 2

 No.689200

>>689196
Pyrite looks at the camera expectantly, and bobs his head in response "I won't do nothin' wrong, mister! Promise!" he whinnies, and takes a step back as the door begins to slowly creak open. He offers a big ol' wave to the two familiar-looking Diamond Dogs, and steps aside to let Miss Risky do the talking!

 No.689201

>>689197
Merret nods towards his crew. "As long as they behave themselves, everyone's welcome here," he replies. "I find it's easier to keep people in check if you're good to them. Lots of hungry mouths to feed here on Alambil, and all of them see things out there on the streets."

>>689198
"I already know who you are," he answers with a slightly sinister smile. "No one gets on or off Alambil without me hearing about it. I am all seeing. All knowing," he says faux-theatrically with a chuckle.

"In a way, yes," he says, looking over to the large crate. "If he's brought what I think he's brought. Just between us though, I doubt it. I don't trust that scumbag, and neither should you." He snorts derisively at the text painted on the side of the crate. "'Happy birthday'. That's cute."

>>689199
It looks like they're being modified somehow, as if they've been taken apart and are in the middle of being put back together. One of the engineers spots you staring and moves closer to the bike defensively. Evidently, Merret is the only remotely trusting person in here.

>>689200
"Hello again," one of the twins says, the one with the robotic left hand. "Sorry for the interruption earlier. We just had to buy some time is all." You're not quite sure what he means by that.

>>689197
>>689198
>>689199
>>689200
The garage door begins to rattle shut behind you. One of the hatted Dogs begins to fiddle with the lock on the crate. "Ah, no need for that yet," Merret says. "We'll do the unboxing later." He looks over to your group. "By the way, I believe you've met my friends here, Ronsin and Adalbert Domergue. Like I said to Risky here, I know just about everything that happens here on Alambil, thanks to these two." You're not sure which one of the two is Ronsin and which one is Adalbert. "And others, of course, who you've seen around. Odds are, if you see someone that looks like they're down on their luck, they're probably with me. I'm king of the rags. Might want to keep me in mind next time you're here, on Golden Company business or besides." He chuckles again.

"Say, it's getting about that time. Would you care to join us for lunch?" he asks cordially. "There's always room for guests here." Despite Merret's affable demeanor, you're not really sure it's meant to be an invitation.

 No.689202

>>689201
"I'd not mind a bite, if yer offerin! Our line o'work, ye never know when the next chance fer food comes around, best not waste it when ye see it." I reply with a laugh.

"Lead the way, Merret."

 No.689203

>>689201
"Buy some time?" he cocks his head to the side curiously, before looking to the others for a bit of guidance. Regardless, he gives all the new people excited hoofshakes, before taking a seat at the table "Thank ya kindly, Mister!"

 No.689204

>>689201
"Hmm…right. Nobody has ever taken advantage of a person's kindness before," Veta says with a bit of a solemn frown. She gives her shoulders a small roll, still adjusting to the slight lack of pain that is usually there.
"Thanks, but you seem to have enough mouths already. I've got enough weighing me down, don't need more if someone didn't eat just cause I sat in uninvited."

 No.689205

>>689201

Teal, upon being spotted in her doings, snorts and flies away, seemingly satisfied in what she's already seen.

"Not like we're in a hurry" - she comments quietly in the comm - "Reckon it might mean offering something more than food actually" - she follows diligently.

 No.689206

>>689203
"Hey, it's the least I can do for you. You helped me out, now I'm helping you."

>>689203
"To get the message here," he elaborates. "That you were coming. Spying ain't exactly a pretty business. I hope you won't hold it against us."

>>689204
"Oh, don't get me wrong, little lady," Merret intones. "If someone crosses me, my generosity runs out. And there's a whole lot of folk on this Ark that'll listen to what I have to say, and what I want them to do. An eye for an eye. You know how it goes."

"Nonsense," he says dismissively. "There's more than enough to go around. More seats at my table than I know what to do with. Come. I insist."

>>689202
>>689203
>>689204
>>689205
The crowd of gun-wielding hobos start to disperse somewhat, although a few stick around to protect Merret. He enters something on a datapad before leading you through a nearby door and down a flight of stairs, taking you under the neglected building outside.

As he leads you through the area, you soon realize that the abandoned building up above is just a front for what lies below. Over some time, Merret has slowly but surely built an extremely large underground complex that acts as a hidden shelter for the homeless. While most of Alambil's citizens live in towering buildings above, Merret's little kingdom thrives below their noses. He must have been working on this project for years, if not decades. The garage you entered through is barely the tip of the iceberg for this sprawling mazelike vault of narrow concrete passages and dim yellow lights. It starts to dawn on you how influential Merret must really be, to have built all of this.

"Quite a sight, isn't it?" Merret says proudly as you follow his entourage onwards, entering a rickety old elevator. "My life's work. My kingdom. This must be what it feels like to be a god." He chuckles to himself. "Of course, all this means squat on a larger scale. I'm not even a blip to the big guns of the galaxy. But they don't care about me, and I don't care about them. I'd prefer to keep it that way. Best to stay under the radar nowadays…"

You get off on level 3, out of 40. "Here we are. The dining hall. Well, one of a few." Moving forwards, you see a large brightly lit room with several long tables at which some folk are already eating. Surveillance drones hover silently through the air, keeping an eye on everything that happens in the room, while waiterbots in slightly poor condition patrol down the alleys ready to tend to your needs. Merret seats himself at the head of a mostly empty table, which has a veritable banquet on it. Roast chicken, whole cooked fish, bowls of lush salads and exotic fruits, wooden plates with small pastries, jugs of ale and bottles of expensive wine, and many other things besides are there for you to help yourselves to. "Sit wherever you like," he urges you as the rest of his group seat themselves eagerly, including Ronsin and Adalbert. "And eat as much as you like. You're my guests, and deserve as much. Right?"

 No.689207

>>689206
My suspicions blown over at the sight of the spread, I take an empty seat near merret, floating over a salad bowl with my magic.

"Happy t'help, friend."

"Nicer end than the last outing",I mention, grabbing a glass of ale along with the salad, "A simple drop off and lunch t'boot!"

 No.689208

>>689206

"Impressive" - the Breezie comments as they go.

For now, Teal makes use of the fact that she's small and seating herself between her comrades, allows herself a small Breezie-sized helping, which she pretends to eat, banking on the fact that others won't look into the miniscule differences between her actually doing the thing or not.

If anyone cares to check, she seems quite absorbed in listening to Merret.

"Wonder if he'd define Goldens as one of those big guns" - she mutters quietly in the comm again.

 No.689209

>>689206
"Huh? Uhm, nah, didn't bother me all that much!" the stallion says, as he follows along behind Merret. He doesn't eat much meat, so the earth pony settles for a salad, and some fruit! He grabs a pastry too, since they just look so good! He settles for some water, and gives him a thankful nod- it's impolite to speak with your mouth full!

 No.689210

>>689208
"What, the guns?" I reply, "sounds t'me he meant our outfit, golden in the name, after all."

 No.689211

>>689206
Veta gives a drawn out whistle at the sight of the vast, underground complex.

"Well, if you're so insistent, then might as well," she says and pulls up a seat. She gets some chicken and a cup of wine, the wine she uses to take another one of her pills.
"Now…not to mix business with pleasure, but we're not going to be on the receiving end of any sort of funny business if whatever is in the crate not what you expect, right? I don't know what sort of good or bad blood you have with Patches, but frankly, I really don't care."
She sighs after finishing her wine.
"I just don't want a somewhat peaceful day to end with some hitch that has nothing to do with me."

 No.689212

>>689207
The salad is quite crisp and the ale refreshing, almost restaurant-grade. "Again, it's the least I can do to show my hospitality. And to welcome you to Alambil proper. It's easier to catch flies with honey than it is with vinegar, as they say."

The two Diamond Dog brothers take a seat directly across from both you and Pyrite. "So, you reckon y'all will be stayin' long?" asks Ronsin, or maybe it's Adalbert, as his brother serves himself a side of fish. "Or are you just here to pick up the supplies y'all needed?"

>>689208
You pretend to eat quietly as you listen in to the conversation. Merret types some orders into his datapad before taking a remarkably large chicken drumstick for himself.

>>689209
"Well that's good," Adalbert replies, or maybe it's Ronsin. "I'm just glad we can all be on good terms."

You tuck into the salad. It's quite fresh and tasty, consisting of a large variety of vegetables, including lettuce, olive and cucumber. As for the pastries, they are small deep fried tubular meals with steaming vegetables inside. They are also delicious, especially when dipped in a special sweet and sour sauce.

>>689211
You take a piece of steaming chicken breast and a glass of red wine. Both are serviceable enough as meals, although the chicken could use a bit more seasoning.

"Hm? No, of course not, that's ridiculous," Merret answers. "No point in shooting the messenger. Rest assured, you're safe here."

>>689207
>>689208
>>689209
>>689211
As you eat your extravagant lunch, another group of ponies enter the room, carrying the crate from Patches. They set it down and start working on the number lock, eventually cracking it. The lid pops up slightly. "Here we are. The big reveal," Merret booms dramatically, gesturing at the crate with the chicken drumstick. His followers look over with interest. "Say, would you like to do the honors?" He looks over at the four of you expectantly. "Show us all what Patches was good enough to bring us, if you'd be so kind. …After you've finished eating, of course. No rush."

 No.689213

>>689212
"Hmm…," is all Veta replies with as she opts to keep eating. At being offered to open the crate, Veta gets up and dabs a napkin against her mouth.
"Sure, why not. Might as well see what all the fuss was about…."
She goes over and opens it, not able shake a bad feeling in her gut. Or maybe it was just something she eat earlier?

 No.689214

>>689212
"Just stopping by t'repair me ship, needed a few parts from patches, get her flying again."

"As fer that crate" I lead in, between bites of salad "I've no clue what his plan was, just t'get it here unopened. Might as well take a look, see what that box o'his is."

"After I wrap up me salad, o'course."

 No.689215

>>689212

Teal looks at the crate for a while, pondering, then adds:

"On the way here, I've been wondering whether it might not be a bomb of sorts, to blow us up alongside whoever Patches addressed it initially to. However, with how influential you are, mister Merret, I'm getting the feeling he wouldn't quite dare go for something this blatant" - having said that quite calmly, she goes on with what she's been doing so far, watching as Veta takes care of the box.

 No.689216

>>689212
Pyrite does a bit of drumming with his hooves in anticipation, his salad and fruit long-eaten. He is a big ol' hungry stallion, after all! He hops up to all fours and goes on over to the crate, before looking to the others to make sure it's okay and popping it open!

 No.689217

>>689213
>>689214
>>689215
>>689216
You finish your meal and move over to the crate. As you do so, everyone steps back and gives you an extremely wide berth, just in case something bad happens. As the lid is removed, you hear a dull pulsing noise coming from within. "Oh boy," Merret mumbles as Ronsin and Adalbert get behind the table in sudden fear. "Here we go."

Inside the crate is a tiny glass cylinder, with a purple light coming from inside. It is floating in midair, but as soon as the lid is removed fully it falls to the bottom of the crate, shattering. Everyone in the room immediately ducks for cover, overturning the banquet table with an almighty crash. The purple light begins to grow brighter and brighter, suddenly beginning to strobe rapidly, turning into a brilliant array of colors as it grows increasingly larger with no signs of stopping. The pulsing sound is almost deafening as the light from inside the crate becomes blindingly bright, engulfing everything around it.

>pausing

 No.689218

>>689217
"Gah, jeez, that's too loud!" Veta yells as she covers her ears. She makes a dive for the table, hoping that it ends soon enough before she gets another migraine.

 No.689219

>>689218
[1d10]

Roll #1 7 = 7

 No.689220

>>689217

Teal immediately pulls down the hood of her suit, sealing herself in completely within her indestructible Cradle-enchanted suit. Positioning herself so that the incoming impact would toss her in the direction of the exposed flesh of any of the other banqueters, as to make a non-lethal landing, she attempts a split-second action to save everyone. Namely, she drains additional energy from the reactor to strengthen the structure of the cylinder, so as to render its volatile contents harmless by having them contained within the indestructible shell.

>Cradle on the cylinder


[1d10]

Roll #1 1 = 1

 No.689221

>>689220

>Misread the post, as pointed out by GM. Rolling to dodge instead:


[1d10]

Roll #1 1 = 1

 No.689222

>>689217
Pyrite looks inside curiously as the crate's lid comes off, and gives a curious, somewhat… worried glance at the interior! Not wanting to be next to that when it goes off, he tucks his ears in tight, grabs Teal Drop, and heads for cover!
>Protect: Teal Drop (Even if it doesn't do much, it's what he'd try to do)
>Dodge: [1d10]

Roll #1 9 = 9

 No.689360

>>689217
ears folded back in pain, i try and dive away from the box!

"Blasted box, look out!"
[1d10] Dodge

Roll #1 7 = 7

 No.689361

>>689222
You instinctively move in front of Teal, trying to protect her from any incoming blast.

>>689219
>>689222
>>689360
You try and get away, almost succeeding in doing so; however, the expanding light is beginning to exert a gravitational pull, dragging you into it before you can get away.

>>689221
You start to fly off, but the force of the purple light is far too strong for you, sucking you in easily.

>>689218
>>689220
>>689222
>>689360
You, a few others nearby, the crate, and a bunch of tables and chairs all get dragged into the expanding purple light. A strange, uncomfortable sensation envelops you, best described as feeling like you're being pushed through an opening several times smaller than yourselves. You cannot move, and breathing is difficult. Everything goes black for a moment.

Suddenly, you find several hundred meters above the Big Market; however, you are not plummeting to your death, but merely suspended there. You can see the neverending crowd below you, and all the tents, alcoves and squat little buildings that interlace the Ark's streets.

Everything goes black again.

You are now back in the dining room of Merret's giant bunker, not on the floor but rather a few metres above it. Merret himself is picking himself up off the floor, groaning. Ronsin and Adalbert are there as well, trying to recollect themselves. The space where the light engulfed you is completely blank now, as if the whole room were a drawing and someone had erased a portion of it. As you reappear, Merret looks up and shouts something to you.

Everything goes black again.

You are in the emptiness of space. Nothing at all can be seen in any direction. There are no Arks in sight, no ships, not even any asteroids or planets. There is just the group of you, bunched together in deafening silence. It occurs to you that you should be dying from exposure to the vacuum of outer space, but apart from the uncomfortable squeezing sensation you are fine.

Everything goes black again.

You are now on an Ark somewhere, at least that's what you'd assume. This Ark is composed of great white glimmering towers as far as the eye can see. Some of the towers have great flames at their summit, while others have dancing lights in all colors of the rainbow. You can see the Ark's skyline stretching on for miles, while when you look down you see that the towers reach so high up you cannot see the ground below.

Everything goes black again.

You are in a desert of sorts now, unlike anything you've seen before. The sand is grey, for one, almost like ash, and the sky above is of a similar hue, except the clouds are scarlet red. In the distance, you can see what looks like a ruined building, half-consumed by the desert. It looks like it must have been some sort of fortress once. You hear the faint rumbling of distant thunder.

Everything goes black.

You are thousands of kilometers above Alambil, and can see the great knife-shaped Ark far below.

Everything goes black.

You are inside a ship of sorts, polished silver with gleaming lights. Through a porthole, you can see some sort of megastructure.

Everything goes black.

You are in space again, in the middle of an asteroid field. A great pink and orange nebula surrounds you.

Everything goes black.

>timeskip


1/2

 No.689362

>>689361
You regain consciousness to the smell of leaves and pollen. You're not sure how much time has passed. It takes a few moments for everything to register, but you see that you are now in some sort of forest. Great trees tower above you, with the faint sound of insects chirping and buzzing all around you. The vegetation is dense, with thick bushes surrounding you and tangled vines creeping down from the trees, sprouting multicolored wildflowers. It takes you a moment to register, but you are actually floating a few meters off the ground, descending gently after a minute.

You have been deposited here alongside the handful of others that were unlucky enough to get caught up in… whatever that was. The furniture and the crate have accompanied you also, and have gotten quickly snared among the fauna. The other ponies start to look around in confusion, muttering among themselves fearfully and trying to figure out what just happened.

For your part, your heads feel light, and you struggle a bit to keep your footing, but you are otherwise completely unharmed. Strangest of all, you all have a craving for something sweet. You get the feeling that you are being watched.

>post sheets and roll Perception


2/2

 No.689363

>>689362
https://pastebin.com/EBKvBkJ8

holding my head with my talons, i tentatively look around the area.

"urgh.. Crew, report. The lot of ye're alive, right?"

 No.689364

File: 1508035353212.webm (3.89 MB, 960x540, THOT BEGONE.webm)

>>689362
https://pastebin.com/E3s5YpWD

Veta just lays on the ground, looking completely dazed by the entire ordeal. She finally picks her head up and looks around, sighing.
"Welp, I guess it finally happened. I've died and gone to dog heaven."
She looks around, seeing the others have joined her…and there were other ponies looking at her.
"Oh wait, no I didn't, otherwise I'd be by myself."
She gives a defeated sigh and brushes herself off.
"Welp, that's what I get for getting my hopes up I guess. Maybe another time."
She looks at one of the onlookers.
"Hey, you mind telling me where the hell we are," she grumpily calls out, satisfying her sudden sweet craving with one of her lollipops.

 No.689365

>>689362
>>689363
[1d10] Perception

Roll #1 1 = 1

 No.689366

>>689364
[1d10]

Roll #1 1 = 1

 No.689367

>>689362

"Whaaat.. the hay?" - says not the most dignified of creatures right now, slowly picking herself up - "Points for me, it was not a -bomb-, but what was that? Sealed off haywire teleportation magic? Ugh, for once, when that mage could be useful, he's gone.."

>Perception


[1d10]

Roll #1 7 = 7

 No.689368

>>689367
"Any clue where some scrap-pusher managed t'get a bomb like that? Blasted thing must've launched us across the ark."

 No.689369

>>689367

>Retroactive engineering


[1d10]

Roll #1 10 = 10

 No.689370

>>689361
https://pastebin.com/F4168Tu8
Pyrite groans a little bit, coming to his senses slowly as he begins to roll off of his back, and sit up. He rubs at his head a little bit more, before blinking once, twice, and letting out a startled yelp and searching around for Teal Drop!
>[1d10] Perception
>>689367
"O-Oh! Y-You're alright! I-I was worried I mighta not been able t' get in th' way quick 'nough."

Roll #1 5 = 5

 No.689371

>>689370

"Nah, your senses were acute enough for a regular explosion there. You'd make a decent bodyguard with reflexes like that, I reckon. Have you ever considered that, Pyrite? Moreover, thanks for thinking of me. Although, for your knowledge…" - Teal says as she seals off the hood part of the suit - "… while I'm still squishy on the inside of it, you'd find this suit as unbreakable as they get. If anything, it's heat or being squashed under weight, like that of debris, that I'd be worried about. A regular explosion, though pinning me down with the concussion's impact, I believe I could take without dying. Still… I guess what happened to us is all the more proof of the fact that nowadays, ponies look way further than that for wrecking others' lives…"

 No.689372

>>689364
One of the ponies, a middle aged earth pony wearing a beanie, simply shrugs at you. "Your guess is as good as mine, lady. Wildlife resort, maybe?" He eyeballs the lollipops hungrily. "…Can I have one?"

>>689369
You think you've heard of something like this before, although you've never seen it in action. From what you know, it's likely that you were hit by a very rare and particularly nasty magical device called a Displacer. In a nutshell, it absorbs everything around it and transports it to a random location, usually also moving the victims forward in time. It's not guaranteed to kill anyone, but it gets them out of the way for a very long time. You could all be anywhere in the galaxy right now.

As for the crate, it seems to have had some anti-gravity fields installed inside it, to prevent the Displacer from detonating prematurely. They must have been rigged to deactivate once the crate was opened. Quite a vicious trap Patches set, although how he got hold of a Displacer is anyone's guess.

>>689367
You hear something moving in the undergrowth nearby. Whatever it is, it must be quite large, judging from the rustling of the bushes and the snapping of twigs.

>>689370
You can't see or hear anything out of the ordinary.

>>689365
As you have a look around, you fumble straight into a spiderweb. It gets in your face and mane, with no sign of the spider anywhere. It could be hiding in your jacket for all you know.
-1 to Perception checks for the next 5 rounds

>>689366
You accidentally step in a thorny bush, pricking your foot. Hopefully it's not poisonous.
>Veta takes 1 hit

>>689363
>>689364
>>689365
>>689367
As you look around the immediate area, the group of you begins to spread out a little. One of the other victims of the purple light starts heading further into the undergrowth. Suddenly, you hear a low, sustained growl from somewhere close by, and everyone in the group quickly scrambles to get back together. "What was that?…"

 No.689373

>>689371
"Uhm… I figured ya had t' be all tough 'n scary. I ain't th' scariest, an' all that." he says, before bobbing his head. He smiles a little and looks the Breezie's suit over, before letting out a sigh of relief "Well, still glad you're alright.. a-an', speakin' 'a what happened, uhhh… what did happen? Where are we?" the stallion asks, looking around
>>689372
Pyrite seems more or less fine with the situation, aside from the general confusion… doesn't hear a thing!

 No.689374

>>689372
"Gah!"

flailing about in a panic, i claw the webs out of my mane before brandishing my PEW, aiming towards the forest, growling.

"I've had it! whatever ye are, show yerself, afore i blast half o'this forest down!"

 No.689375

>>689374
"W-Woah now, w-what's goin' on?"

 No.689376

>>689375

"Aside from yer captain blunderin int'some spider web? the sounds of company. Ready t'repel whatever beastie's makin that noise, pyrite!"

 No.689377

>>689372
>>689368
>>689373
>>689364

"No heaven dog for any of us, Veta… EVERYONE" - Teal adressed not only her crew, but the others as well - "I know what hit us and you're not gonna like it. It was a Displacer, a rare and vicious device… could've transported us anywhere… and anytime in the future as well… consider -that- at your leisure… especially if you invested in stocks or anything" - she finishes, trailing off as the sounds approach, not friendly ones, that is. She flies up, to see if she can spot any beast from there.

 No.689378

>>689377

[1d10]

Roll #1 10 = 10

 No.689379

>>689377
"W-Wait, like… w-we're where?" the stallion asks, blinking in realization "Uhh… so, like, we're anywhere, an' anytime?" he says, letting out a worried-sounding noise.
>>689376
"W-Wha? Where?!" he says, whipping around and scrabbling for his shield
>Perception [1d10]

Roll #1 5 = 5

 No.689380

>>689377
"Hold on, ye said when? y'mean we could be in some kind o'wasteland of an ark, and not know it?"

 No.689381

>>689379

"That.. seems to be the case. Honestly, I believe we should consider oursleves lucky to have landed in an environment with breathable atmosphere…"

>>689380

"Exactly, Risky. Seems like that Patches was really keen on using an elaborate scheme and not showing the crime proof to the world."

 No.689382

>>689381
"Hmm.. ye see anything up there? Y'think we're still on an ark?"

"..I hope me ship is fine, whenever it is.."

 No.689383

>>689382

"Well, you didn't park it in a 'first-hour-free' zone, right?"

 No.689384

>>689374
You manage to get most of the web out of your hair, but you get the feeling that the spider is going to come back to haunt you.

>>689378
You fly up to survey the area. You soon spot what's stalking the group: a huge, three-headed chimera is creeping through the bushes, readying to pounce on the party.

>>689379
You can't see or hear anything else, but you get a vague feeling of impending doom.

>>689374
>>689373
>>689377
All of a sudden, a huge beast bursts out from the undergrowth, scattering the defenceless ponies and swatting one to the ground. At first you think you're being attacked by a lion, but only the front half of the monster resembles one. The back half is that of a goat, with the goat's head protruding unnaturally from the lion's shoulderblades. The tail is a large, vicious serpent, which lashes out to protect the beast from behind. With the other survivors either fled or wounded, it turns to all of you, roaring, hissing and bleating all at the same time.
>miniboss: Chimera

The chimera pauses before pouncing at Pyrite, claws bared.
[1d10+2]

The goat's head keeps a lookout for any incoming attacks.
[1d10]

The snake tail lashes at Risky, fangs dripping with poison.
[1d10+1]

Roll #1 9 + 2 = 11 / Roll #2 9 = 9 / Roll #3 5 + 1 = 6

 No.689385

>>689381
"Yup-yup! Guess we're pretty darn lucky, ye-W-Woah!" he yelps, as the chimera leaps out!
>>689384
Pyrite scrabbles back a little bit, and tries out the energy shield! Maybe this'll help, if it works like it's supposed to!
>Energy Shield (Instant, Automatic, Recharge 3): Negate up to six points of non-elemental damage
After that, he spots that pretty dangerous-looking snake head! He figures, maybe if he can hold it down, he could keep it from biting anyone, or maybe tie it up in a knot so it can't move!
>Grapple: [1d10] (Snake Head)

Roll #1 4 = 4

 No.689386

>>689384

The Breezie opens her mouth to warn her party of danger, but as it makes its appearance nonetheless, she decides for another course of action. Although a formidable, vigiliant beast, Teal tries to sneak up on said chimera. Wonder whether the the creature with heads to spare were to be watchful against a predator from above…

>Stealth

>DC reduced by 2

[1d10]

Roll #1 6 = 6

 No.689387

>>689372
She shrugs and tosses him a pop. Shortly after, she calls the thorns a small string of expletives as she rubs her foot.

>>689384
"Oh for crying out loud," Veta groans at the sight of the chimera. She begins to burrow underground.

>Burrowing

[1d10]

Roll #1 4 = 4

 No.689388

>>689384

"Tch."

Taking aim, i supercharge the PEW, grass nearby aglow with green.

"Y'think i'm afraid, beastie? Come on then! I'll make a cape outta that coat!"
[1d10] power blast 3 (goat, lion, snake)

Roll #1 10 = 10

 No.689389

>>689385
You activate the energy shield reflexively. A bubble of white light appears around you, and the chimera recoils as it crashes against the bubble harmlessly. As it does so, the bubble disappears, leaving you vulnerable once again.

You try and grab a hold of the tail, but the snake twitches and jerks away from you, hissing wildly.

>>689386
You try to get to cover, but the goat's head flops around eerilyand makes eye contact with you. It bleats a warning to the other heads.

>>689387
You start digging a hole instinctively. It isn't very effective, but at least you could try and lure the beastie to trap it there if it were a little deeper.

>>689388
You try to avoid the snake's gnashing fangs, but it manages to scrape your shoulder. You almost instantly feel weakened, your heart starting to pump intensely.
>Risky takes 1 hit + 1 wound/turn for 2 turns

Trying to regain your focus after being poisoned, you start pumping up the PEW. It starts shaking dangerously in your grip as you take aim at the chimera, and you stumble backwards as you open fire. The ensuing projectile scorches the grass and blows the chimera away, incinerating both the goat and the snake heads and leaving a smoldering hole in the creature's side. It roars in pain and thrashes about, trying to get back up.

>>689385
>>689386
>>689387
>>689388
"STOP!"

The voice comes from behind you, emanating from a tinny filter as a robotic drone flies overhead. It is jet black, and pyramid-shaped. "Don't kill it! They're an endangered species!" Someone must be nearby, speaking through the drone.

Sure enough, an earth pony comes rushing through the bushes. He is dressed in a heavy overcoat, with a protective dome-shaped helmet and with what looks like a dart gun on his belt, along with several spray bottles. Probably a ranger of some sort. He just looks around in confusion for a moment. To an outsider, the scene must look bizarre. The four of you look completely out of place, there's a heavily wounded animal lying in the bushes, and there are bits of furniture and an empty crate lying about, not to mention the homeless-looking ponies taking cover from the rampaging monster. "…What are you doing here?" he asks, utterly perplexed.

 No.689390

>>689389
Boiling with rage, utterly confused and worryingly dizzy, i pull my shotgun from it's holster with my magic, taking aim at the earth pony while struggling to hold the PEW aimed at the creature.

"..Ye'd best start tellin me where and when we are, else i'll throw ye in with the beast here." i reply darkly, nodding to the half charred creature.

 No.689391

>>689389

"And here I thought -we- were the endangered ones here, you know?" - Teal addresses the earth pony newcomer, flying nearby - "Want it to live, then tranquilize it or whatever quick" - she says in a serious, though not intimidating tone.

She keeps her distance away from the chimera from now, keeping the ranger between her and the beast, if needed.

 No.689392

>>689389
Pyrite is a little shocked when the shield works- and even better than he'd expected! "I-I, uhm, s-sorry! I didn't know it was endangered!" the stallion says to whoever might be talking to them. He looks over at the earth pony, and looks him up and down, before nervously saying "I-I don't know- none 'a us do."

 No.689393

>>689389
"Well it tried to kill us, so…yeah, what do you expect?"

Despite this sudden intervention, Veta still goes over to Risky, getting her needle claws ready.
"1…2…and, well, you know the drill," she says as she jabs Risky.

>Rejuvenate, DC 4

[1d10]

Roll #1 6 = 6

 No.689394

>>689390
The ranger takes a few steps back, clearly intimidated by you. "…E-Everfree Wildlife Sanctuary," he stammers eventually. "24th of June, 3E248." This would mean that it's been 3 and a half months since the displacement incident. You're going to have a lot of catching up to you.
>Risky takes 1 wound

>>689391
He nods, steadily moving towards the wounded but still very angry chimera, loading his dart gun and shooting it. After a minute or two, it loses consciousness. He shakes his head in disbelief. "…Send for an emergency team, and an escort group," he says to the drone, and it silently flashes lights across its surface in acknowledgement.

>>689392
"You… don't know how you got here?" he asks, sounding somewhat suspicious. "What, did you just drop out of the sky or something?" He looks around, presumably looking for signs of a landed escape pod nearby.

>>689393
The ranger turns as if to retort, but then just shrug as if to say 'fair enough'.

Seeing Risky falter from the poison, you manage to patch her up to stave it off for the moment.
>Risky is healed of 1 wound

>>689390
>>689391
>>689392
>>689393
He crouches down over the unconscious chimera, checking its pulse. He then stands up. "Look," he says, his voice echoing and sounding hollow through his helmet, "whoever you are, you can't stay here. It's not safe. Come with me, I'll take you to our research outpost. It's not far. Are any of you seriously injured?"

 No.689395

>>689394

Replacing my PEW and shotgun, I sigh and just shrug

"Aside from that pet o'yers chewin me shoulder, we're fine. Ye got anythin fer venom?"

 No.689396

>>689394
"Well… yeah. There was a bigol' flash 'a light from this… thingamajigger, an'… poof." the stallion waves his forelegs "H-Here we are. And, sure, I'll come with ya! Miss Risky got snakebit, but th' rest 'a us'r fine."

 No.689397

>>689396
"Aye, not much o'the snake left, but it got me good." i mention, nodding. "Doubt i'll be needin t'be carted off, but that venom's nothin t'sneeze at."

 No.689398

>>689394

"Three and a half? That's… not so bad" - Teal muses, seemingly reminiscing - "about the same time it took me to choke that one ship's crew by reverse-pumping the exhaust fumes from their engines and sabotaging the air filter systems. Now that took a while… might be a bit of a bother catching up, but unless the galaxy is in flames we should be alright. Hey, ranger" - Teal adresses the earth pony - "Name's Teal. What's yours? And did any major conflict break out during the last few months? Cutting things short, we got hit by magic that teleported us forward in time ad outta the place."

>>689395

Teal flies over to Risky, locating the wound and says:

"Clench your teeth."

She makes a quick slice along the snake bite.

"Better lose some blood than get more poison in your system, especially if it might be deadly."

 No.689399

>>689394
"No, just very confused at the moment, but I'm not overly hurt. Unless there's something vile about those thorns back there…."

 No.689400

>>689398
Bracing for the cut, i nod.
"Aye, fair point, no clue if that blasted snake is deadly, best be careful."

 No.689401

>>689397
"Better safe'n sorry though, yeah?" he says, keeping a afe distance from the snake. He winces a little as he watches the cut, and trots in place a little

 No.689402

>>689395
The ranger thinks for a moment, then digs around in his overcoat for a moment, eventually passing you a vial with some clear liquid inside it. "Here, drink this. It should act as an antidote. You got lucky it only grazed you," he adds. "If it had gotten a good bite in, you'd be done for."
>Risky takes 1 wound

>>689396
You can't see his face under the helmet, but he still just looks even more confused by your retelling of what happened. "…Right. So, you were teleported here by something then?"

>>689398
"Gyroscope," he answers. "And I don't think much has happened, at least not on a galactic scale. The capital has a new Administrator, Spurned have been laying low, Polybius are butting heads with Pygmalion Corp. That's about it."

He overhears you talking to Risky. "You don't have to worry about her," he says to you. "She only got a tiny dose, not a full bite. She's extremely lucky."

>>689399
He looks back. "Nah, they're not poisonous," he answers. "You'll be fine."

>>689395
>>689396
>>689398
>>689399
"Come on, this way. The outpost is just ahead." Gyroscope starts leading you and the others out of the are and on a nearby trail through the woodlands, marked by the occasional flag. "I'm assuming you're not ordinary citizens," he comments as he walks. "All that weaponry, those enhancements, magical mishaps… Mercs, I'd wager. You with a group like the Stormbreakers or the Windblown, or you working on your own? And where were you before you were here?"

 No.689403

>>689402
"Aye, mercenaries, part o'the Golden company. Last we were around was a package job on Alambil, looked like that box we were guardin' was some kind o'bomb, sent us here."

 No.689404

>>689402
>>689403

"What she said. That bomb being a Displacer, a rare and crafty magical device. Is it far from Alambil here?"

 No.689405

>>689402
"Yeah, we were. S-Sorry I don't know much more, mister. I don't really know what happened."
"And, yeah! What cap'n Risky said! We're from th' Golden Company."

 No.689406

>>689402
"Ordinary? These guys?" Veta says somewhat sarcastically, clearly trying to make light of the situation.
"Either way, a ship back to Alambil as soon as possible would be greatly appreciated. I got a word or two to jam into Patches' skull next time I see the crazy, old son of a bitch."

 No.689407

>>689402
>>689399
>>689405
>>689403

"Shouldn't we round up Merret's goons while we're at it?"

She adds, looking around for those.

 No.689408

>>689406

"Well, he -did- honestly warn us not to open it, didn't he? Can you really blame him for what happened to us, if he only planned to target Merret?"

 No.689409

>>689407
"Yeah, I guess. Just so we're all together and all."

>>689408
"Yeah, I can," she replies bluntly and without much thought.

 No.689410

>>689407
"Yeah, good thinkin'!"

 No.689411

>>689408
Not like we'd get in the way o'his plan if he just told us about that blasted box."

"Last thing ye want is t'be thrown forward in time, better we know and get it t'him than open it like we did."

 No.689412

>>689403
>>689404
>>689406
"…Alambil? Never heard of it." Getting back might be harder than you thought.

>>689405
"Hm. The Company I do know, come to think of it. There's a station of theirs on an Ark not far from here. Maybe they can help you."

>>689407
You look around, seeing them tailing your group now that the chimera is out of the picture. None of them look hurt, just winded from being swatted by a giant three headed monster.

>>689403
>>689404
>>689405
"Come on, let's not waste time. Sun'll be going down soon."

Gyroscope leads you all on the trail through the woodland forest with the drone hovering above him, eventually leaving the forest and exiting into an open field which hosts a large series of dome-shaped buildings. Many of them are fenced off, and around them you can see several paddocks where lesser creatures such as cows and sheep are grazing. On the opposite end, you can see a large pond bordering on the edge of the forest, where an enormous hydra can be seen idly sunbathing. "Home sweet home," Gyroscope comments as he unlocks the fence.

>pausing



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