The Northern Crag Moors: Primeval Thunder ****** Natilda: RIGHT SHOULDER COMPARTMENT continued from: https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/27955273/#28104379 >>28104379 >At least none of my clothes were ripped, though how she knew to slide into them so quickly... >Never mind, what's done is done. >And I don't think Kraut would like to see out his ass forever. "It was a bit of an exaggeration." >Shifting, I attempt to give a shrug. "More of a 'didn't inform me of everything that signing up might entail.' Including this bit." >Shaking my head, I peer around and look for stuff for Wild to stomp on. [1d6+3: 1 + 3 = 4] >B. Perception [1d6+3: 6 + 3 = 9] >Snakebite: LEFT SHOUDLER COMPARTMENT continued from: https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/27955273/#28115641 Hearing muffled noises from the opposite compartment, Wild's falsetto pings up, her confusion @Snakebite blatantly apparent, turning into an indignant tone. "What's a sigh-borg? Dad says I'm an Eldritch Android.. whatever that means, and NO! They stay right where they are! I'm not going to risk getting yelled at again!" On cue, the 'monitoring equipment' remains firmly lodged where it was, though it seemed to shrink. Peering through the oddly set and shaped screen, at a distance well ahead of the machine-abomination, the video feed of the entire Crag Moors worryingly showed it violently ablaze, entire clusters of trees exploding from the heat alone. On the outer edges that he could see, waves of cold, heavy dark blue fog were visible through the NVG's, roiling throughout the forest in tune with the high-pitched shrieking. >Snakebite "I'll show you yelling you overgrown Prius!" I reach for my pistol, but before I can grab it, I see the two kaiju in front of us. "How about that? It was King Kong AND Godzilla!" But wait, we were here to save a pony, right? Where could he be? [ 1d6+4 = 6 ] [ 1d6+2 = 6 ] < B. Perception+NVG's ****** >Novus: in chest compartment + Caliya continued from: https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/27955273/#27993608 The screen in front of @Novus blanks out, showing an angry pony skull and pair of crossbones at the question. "NO!" Continuing her thundering towards.. whatever direction she had been traveling, Caliya's bloodshot eyes snap open at Wild's voice, immediately taking on a murderous expression. "Pegasus? I know what those are, they're a species of winged flying ponies! Searching now-" Tossing Novus an indescribable glare, the ash gray earth pony's teeth snap onto his kukri as the abomination-machine makes a disgruntled noise. "Twenty! I know enough!" Novus blinks behind the mask as the screen shows such imagery in response to a simple question about removing tentacles from his ass. They arrive at the site of a raging battle between two titans apparently at the same time. Novus' only response is a simple. "Well, okay then." He glances back to Caliya, the pony giving him a death glare. He gives him a look, unnoticeable from underneath the mask. "Look, I have had my ass shattered and my sanity shattered today. Again. Don't attack the robot please? I don't need my soul shattered a second time." He turns his attention away from the hunter and outside at the battle. "I agree with Kraut. Lets just... get Vanil if he is here and leave without possibly gaining the attention of the two giants." [ 1d6+2 = 6 ] [ 1d6+2 = 8 ] [ 1d6+2 = 4 ] E. Perception ***** Kraut: HEAD UNIT continued from: https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/27955273/#28159150 "Do you mean those fleshy organic feeding systems? I don't appear to have those... I think? I will search for such later-" Across the screen in front of @Kraut_Spacewizard, sensor arrays begin sweeping across the burning forest, numerous red arrows homing around for a few moments before a single black sphere lands onto a section of forest in the direct southernmost quadrant, Ride emitting a puzzled electronic noise, anger tinging the electronic tone afterwards. "My Arcanum data-spires suggest the spread is inconsistent with natural wildfires, but can be attributed to a large scale inferno of approximately one hundred and sixty meters.. I don't even know what means but it doesn't sound good!" Watching, and feeling, one last thundering step, the Eldritch Android bursts through the last of the standing forest into a charred hellscape of blackened ground and embers on the edge of the Southern Equestrian Ocean. In the distance, a lone, colossal red and black humanoid could be seen opposite a vaguely dragonlike, blue and black flying serpent holding keep amidst an inlet of ocean spires. Leaping upwards and slamming to a halt at the sight, Ride rears back, voice blaring into the compartments in shock. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE THOSE?!" > http://i.imgur.com/ukXEYTd.jpg The skeletal colossus of fire and lava thundered towards the other gargantuan monster with no indication of noticing Wild's arrival, nor the crash site where Vanil currently resided, its blazing focus solely fixed on its giant rival. As it approached, it raised a mace of such magnitude one would be inclined to think it was an inbound comet frozen in time, it's billowing tail being used as the shaft for the apocalyptic weapon. The arch upwards disturbed the sea of fire at the massive beast's legs, sending a wave of a climbing inferno forth to scorch the air for metres around, so much so it sent off warning signals within Wild. With its weapon high in the sky like a dying sun, the burning kaiju sent down it's doom maul at the other titan, the weight of the incoming attack promising scorching destruction whether it hit or not. [ 1d6+250 = 253 ] [ 1d6+250 = 255 ] [ 1d6+250 = 252 ] [ 1d6+250 = 251 ] [ 1d6+250 = 255 ] [ 1d6+250 = 254 ] [ 1d6+250 = 252 ] [ 1d6+250 = 255 ] http://i.imgur.com/MfgvH07.jpg?1 Jaw snapping open, the oceanic monstrosity's needle-like teeth bare in a hate-filled shriek, it's rows of inset, yellow eyes solely fixate upon the infernal titan opposing it. With a single, slow flap of it's great reptilian wings, the behemoth jets forwards from it's holding position, the bladed spines covering it's body dispersing a trail of heavy mist behind it. Seemingly ignorant of the gargantuan weapon swinging towards it's head, the titan's crowned horns pulse a vibrant blue, it's head then striking forwards to spew forth a pressurized, solid lance of deep elemental water. [1d6+200] [1d6+200] [1d6+200] [1d6+200] [1d6+200] [1d6+200] [1d6+200] [1d6+200] [1d6+200] [1d6+200] Kraut (Fuckin robits not understanding stock phrases.) "No, you don't have- it's a phrase that means 'calm the hell down woman, god damn', which at least from what I noticed appear to be somewhat on the smaller size but not non-existent." Kraut sighs as he thinks on how he basically just estimated his robo-daughter's cup size. Swiping and attempting to re-size his view on Wild's alium screens, Kraut comes to a prolific realization. "That colt is dead as hell if he's anywhere in those flames, got any fancy scanning or vision enhancing tools that don't get ruined by fire and bright shit?" Right as Kraut is about to start looking through the feed in detail again, the two giants pop up on the screen, and more importantly, Wild was trying to deafen him. "Holy fuck woman calm down! There ain't no need to go screamin' every time something bigger than you shows up, ESPECIALLY if it isn't trying to kill you. Anyways, how's about you focus your fancy visual junk on their immediate area and see if Vanil is in there, we can start panicing if he is." Kraut then looks through said area on the off chance that Vanil is well and truly fucked before yelling at all compartments again. "Well, if Vanil happens to be anywhere near all that mess, then not being noticed is kind of more important than I initially thought, assuming we can get in there at all, just be the little ants that we never even bother casting our attention towards and we'll be good to go!" [ 1d6+4 = 5 ] [ 1d6+4 = 6 ] [ 1d6+2 = 3 ] Novus Novus stares at the screen, focusing on the the life signs detected inside the assault craft. "Kraut! Life signs detected in the third target, the Construct deployment craft vehicle! This could be Vanil's signature because its the only one we're picking up right now!" He looks around, gazing over the monitors with a focused sense about him. "Wild, double check for all life signs. We cant afford to miss anything right now!." He looks back to Caliya. "Calm down hunter, you can deal with this problem later. I got a tentacle from this thing so far up my fucking ass I can't exactly be bothered to deal with you going berserk right now too, not with Vanil at risk." [ 1d6+2 = 6 ] [ 1d6+2 = 7 ] [ 1d6+2 = 6 ] E. Perception >Kraut Just a tad bit frustrated with Wild's constant yelling and overreaction, Kraut throws his arms up in exasperation. "Fine, no more yelling; how well are you holding up to the heat and do you think you could survive getting close enough to grab that nice little robo-egg?" As Kraut says this, he assumes direct control and starts cautiously walking Wild towards the fight whilst getting a read on the distance between the two and any possible patterns to the giants' attacks for avoidance purposes. Once Kraut hears about lifesigns though, he scraps his cautious plan and starts sprinting through the trees. Hype time is now. "Alright boys! Ain't no getting scared or hesitant now; it's go time!" [ 1d6+4 = 5 ] [ 1d6+4 = 6 ] [ 1d6+2 = 8 ] E. Perception, NVG, Thermal [ 1d6+2 = 3 ] [ 1d6+2 = 8 ] [ 1d6+2 = 3 ] E. Leadership (Iron Will) [ 1d6+10 = 11 ] [ 1d6+10 = 16 ] [ 1d6+10 = 11 ] [ 1d6+10 = 13 ] GM.Nuclear Sprint >Snakebite (I suppose this is all the accommodation I'm getting. We're definitely gonna work on her English skills.) "Novus is right. He's gotta be in the pod." What the hell is that thing made of that it's not completely destroyed yet?" I stare at it's image on the screen as hard as I can, trying to make sure the pony we're looking for is aboard. "Alright Boss, just don't get us crushed. I don't wanna die cause of someone else's shitty driving." [ 1d6+4 = 9 ] [ 1d6+2 = 5 ] Kraut Seeing that Wild has mastered the art of gofast and already got a little less than halfway there, Kraut's demeanor calms down a little bit as things at least appear to be smooth sailing for the moment. "Alright, we should be able to get the robo-egg and get out of the dangerzone in time with relative ease, if the controls get too hot I'll just blast them with an ice bolt or something to cool them down." With that, Kraut continues juking and jiving the trees as he speeds Wild toward his prize and gets back on the intercom. "Alright y'all, Vanil is probably not going to be in the best of shape when we hatch him from that bullshit construct egg there, and I will not permit any permanent injuries that could have been prevented, otherwise shit's going down; got it?" As the eldritch robo-andro-bomination continues sprinting towards the fight, Kraut's focus shifts from fine details to avoiding whatever potential collateral shit is coming down on them, and more importantly he turns off his thermals. [ 1d6+2 = 5 ] [ 1d6+2 = 6 ] [ 1d6+2 = 3 ] < E. Leadership: Medical [ 1d6+4 = 5 ] [ 1d6+2 = 5 ] [ 1d6+2 = 4 ] < E. Perception+NVG's [ 1d6+10 = 12 ] [ 1d6+10 = 13 ] [ 1d6+10 = 12 ] [ 1d6+10 = 16 (6 + 10) ] [ 1d6+10 = 11 ] Novus Novus stares at the screen, occasionally glancing to Caliya as they sit there, glancing out the window as they approach at high speeds "Alright... Good job Kraut! Keep it up!" He shouts, uncharacteristically focused and motivating for the man. He keeps his eyes peeled on the screen, making sure he sees everything [ 1d6+2 = 8 ] [ 1d6+2 = 7 ] [ 1d6+2 = 8 ] E. Perception >Snakebite "Just get him to us Boss, we can handle the rest!" I make a mental note to make sure Novus knows how to fix ponies now before letting him work on Vanil. I keep my eyes fixed on the pod, trying to make out the patient. [ 1d6+4 = 10 ] [ 1d6+2 = 3 ] < B.Perception+NVG's >Natilda (Ugh... What happened?) Shaking her head, Natilda looked around the compartment, before looking through the monitor in front of her. "And what the fuck did you all do?!" [ 1d6+3 = 4 ] [ 1d6+3 = 5 ] Novus Novus squints at the screen until he loses visuals completely, the massive titan battle before their eyes disappearing and leaving Novus painfully blind as to what they were seeing out there. He looks over at Caliya, in that quite warm kevlar bodysuit. "Be thankful you aren't in this, because it is painfully hot even without a massive fire from a battle between titans raging." He takes off his helmet, to try and provide himself a bit of relief as the cool air blasts them momentarily, blowing the masked man's oily unkempt brown hair. He listens closely to the report, and shouts in reply. "Target Blue One has to be our target. Try to save him Wild! The others are secondary, we can't afford any seconds lost but if we can somehow save them, as well we should try but I wouldn't bet on it." Novus pulls out a water bottle from his bag, and pours it over his head, the lukewarm water washing over his body and providing at least some relief from the heat. He offers the now half empty bottle to Caliya, studying his display and trying to see through some of the tiny un-blotched areas of his screen. [ 1d6+2 = 5 ] [ 1d6+ 2 = 7 ] [ 1d6+2 = 8 ] E.Perception >Natilda (It's getting pretty hot in here already...) Shaking her head, Natilda bapped the... thing, out of her way and tried focusing on the monitor while ignoring the vital monitors currently still in her. "Prisoners can be helpful. I'd go with what... Novus said, go for Blue first, secure the other two if possible." Natilda shook her head again, hoping that she was agreeing with the right choice. [ 1d6+3 = 8 ] [ 1d6+3 = 4 ] Kraut Cursing his shitty combi-goggles and the craftsmanship of whatever dumbass made them, Kraut throws them off and tries to rub the sun out of his eyes, but through the anger, a need to make a shitty joke rose higher than all else. "Well fuck, that may have been my brightest idea so far today." Once done being thoroughly disgusted with himself, Kraut takes in the information he was given and mad yet another potentially questionable decision. He takes the controls back and runs wild around to the the opposite side of Mr. Fire and Mr. Water before firing a shot between them. Once he (hopefully) had their attention, he yelled through Wild at them as loud as possible while making large, sweeping gestures to accomodate. "PLEASE DO NOT FIGHT NEXT TO MY EGG! IT HAS MY FRIENDS IN IT AND THERE IS PERFECTLY FINE FIGHTING SPACE OVER HERE!" Said gestures were mostly slamming Wild's fists together, the international sign for cease-fire, pointing at the egg and some space a good few hundred meters away from the egg, and gratuitous nodding and head shaking. Truly Kraut was the king of negotiation. The redneck then get back on the internal loudspeakers. "Anyone have any alternative ideas to move our shuttle or the two monstrosities in case this one doesn't work?" Shortly after Kraut asks this, he thinks over what all Wild said earlier about those inside the egg and realized that something needed explaining. "Wait a minute, just what the hell did you mean by "modified" bat pony?" [ 1d6+2 = 6 ] [ 1d6+2 = 7 ] [ 1d6+2 = 7 ] Snakebite I immediately peel off my NVG's and drop them in my lap before shutting my eyes and covering them with my hands. "AHH FUCK!" I shake my head wildly, out of surprise and pain. "Damnit, I'm gonna miss all the cool monster fighting." "Now that I think about it aren't there bad guys around here, bandits or something? The extra targets might be them, but I guess there's only one way to find out." Uncaring of the insignificant beings below it, nor for the spined crown wrenching the molten colossus briefly sideways, the being rolls the skyscraper mace back and upwards, tightening it's grasp on the freezing leviathan's tail in it's free hand. Sharp, distinct consecutive shrieks bursting from the weapon, the skeletal giant's towering form emits a single pulse of all-consuming heat, hurling the mace downwards with no small amount of glee. [ 1d6+5 = 10 ] "Your dicks tastes worse than that asshole blade, you abominable whore-" Three seconds pass until the couches clang into something solid, all momentum ceasing as the fields drop, exposing Kraut, Snakebite, Caliya, and Novus to the sight of their modules adhered onto the face of the scorched Construct hull directly above an access port leading inside. Without skipping a beat, the earth pony backs up, then leaps downwards at an oblique angle, the outermost layer of his coat burning off near-instantly. [ 1d6+7 = 13 ] Novus Novus slams the kevlar helmet back onto his head, the thing held in place for a moment until he lets go of it during their hard landing against the hull after taking a short flight through the scorching air. He looks around, unsure of where to go for a moment before realizing there is a hole below them, right into the pod. With only a snicker at Caliya's remarks in Earth Pony as he felt what he assumed was his short hair burning off in the air. He wastes no time, and quickly stands and jumps feet first down the hole, following behind Caliya and attempting to copy his angle of jump, even if it means pushing the Earth pony out of the way or landing on top of him when he reaches his destination. [ 1d6+7 = 12 ] Kraut: Kraut's certainty in his ability to drive blind is diminished once he realizes he got just a little to close to Mr. Fire, but moping about being dumb could wait until later. "Don't worry, I'll give you a fresh paint job when we all get back to base!" Yanking his hands back once the controls are yanked, Kraut shrugs at Wild's criticism of his plan. But a different plan forms in his head, one that involves explosives, action, and being thrown toward the assault craft, though Wild kind of beat him to the punch. He then yells "Get to a translocation stone!" as soon as he hears the words "angle of approach." After his three seconds of flight, Kraut immediately draws his spellslinger and shoots himself in the chest with a non-lethal ice bolt before jumping down the port, slowing his fall at the last moments. "IF ANYONE IS ALIVE HERE PLEASE START YELLING!" [ 1d6+7 = 8 ] Snakebite: (Angle of approach?) Suddenly, I’m launched into the air by.. my chair? “WHOOOOOOOOOOO!” I scream in delight as I fly through the air. As I make my triumphant landing I yell out, partly in response to Kraut. “ALRIGHT, WE SHOULD DO THIS MORE OFTEN!” (Right, the pegasus, uhhhh-) Just like before, I focus on being in the pod and suddenly I’m in the Overdark, amid the pod’s occupants. Frantically, I begin looking and feeling around for Pegasus wings. [ 1d6+7 = 11 ] Novus: 5/12HP, 7 Fatigue. Landing immediately after Caliya, the flesh-eater's entire coat had vaporized, leaving him scored by hundreds of minsicule red burns, head snapping back over his right shoulder to rumble out an irate growl. "Follow, find three targets, leave other for Snakebite!" Caliya: 169/180HP, 11 Fatigue, Burned. Immediately swerving left and rushing down into the lower end of the Assault Craft, small rivulets of blood trailing off his skin, the earth stallion's unprotected hooves ring soundly on the warped orange metal decking, and begin to melt from the intense heat. [ 1d6+11 = 17 ] Kraut: 15/20HP, Frozen, 5 Fatigue Unarmored and thinly clothed, @Snakebite's momentarily exhilirating trip is cut short by the suffocating atmosphere, instantly scalding his skin and causing flash-burns across his entire body. Landing on both feet, an agonized flare of red in one of his eyes occurs at the same time, the loss of it's functions immediately felt. PERMANENT INJURY: Blind. [ 1d2 = 2 ] Snakebite: 1/10HP, Critical condition, Burned, 9 Fatigue >Kraut (COLD! COLD AND NO AIR!) Kraut begins thrashing against his icy prison, quickly questioning the worth of his idea. [ 1d6+1 = 5 ] [ 1d6+1 = 2 ] Snakebite Upon reappearing in the normal world, I find myself surrounded by metal, what little I can see between the sun spots and whatever's fucking up my right eye. (Damn it, can't see anything, but I found him at least. God, this hurts so bad!) I quickly reach down to where my med kit should be and grab one of my syrettes of morphine, then jam it in my other arm about where an artery should be and push the plunger. As quickly as I possibly can, I sprint down the path that looks most likely to lead to the the pegasus. Upon arriving, I reach out, grab the pegasus, and pull him toward my friends with all my remaining strength. "Boss! I found your boyfriend! Just come this way! I can't see much!" [ 1d6+2 = 8 ] [ 1d6+2 = 5 ] Novus Novus lets out a pained shriek as he feels his skin and flesh burning up in the ridiculously hot air. "FUCK FUCK FUUUUUCK!" he cries as he fishes through his bag, quickly grabbing a morphine syringe and immediately injecting it into himself to relieve some of the pain. He immediately latches onto the Kraut-cicle, shaking slowly as he hears the only words that have ever really mattered to him leave Snake's mouth. He found Vanil. With one quick grab around Kraut's waist he yells "NO TIME CALIYA! GO TO SNAKE I DONT CARE IF HE IS LITERALLY ON FIRE WE ARE LEAVING NOW!" With a grunt, he picks Kraut up and begins to charge with the frozen man towards Snake while his boots possibly melt from standing on the orange, warped metal. [ 1d6+2 = 6 ] [ 1d6+2 = 3 ] Tsunami Of Victory Barely able to move inside the confines of his self-made prison, @Kraut_Spacewizard's struggles reward him with several cracks on the interior, yet not enough to break free nor allowing him to breathe. 23/32 Ice-Armor remaining, 1 turn until Suffocation! Relief floods @Snakebite as the morphine sets to work, the physical world swimming sideways from both pain and the Assault Craft skewed somewhere around ten degrees on it's side, though which side he couldn't tell. Dashing from the open port into the higher section of the craft, the interior was perversely cleared of equipment, whatever had once been stored inside now only marked by haphazard patches of orange metal on the decking. Vision swimming from the onset of heat exhaustion, Snakebite's boots begin sticking to the floor on approach to a strangely placed convex bulkhead, numerous cylindrical holes, easily large enough for two humans to climb inside, marked it's surface from floor to ceiling. Finding a lone, dull silver pod of a previously unseen type jammed into one of the bulkhead's central most holes, a single half-oval bar on it's surface appeared to be the only means of removal, unrecognizable mathematical shapes covering the entire surface. Pulling the entire pod free from it's port with painful effort, Snakebite's gloves become alarmingly cold on the odd metal, the unit hovering above the decking under it's own power. Snakebite: 1/10HP, 3 turns remaining until Critical condition, Burned, 18 Fatigue His own diminished strength combined with Kraut's personal float enchantment, @Novus is able to propel the impromptu winter sculpture freely, pushing it up the Assault Craft's deck towards Snakebite. Around the Kraut-sicle, Novus was able to see the medic pulling free a highly advanced stasis pod of distinctly alien design from the craft's oddly placed orange bulkhead, the off-silver color, rugged construction, and a background hum of an anti-gravity field giving it's functions away. Novus: 7/15HP, 14 Fatigue. At the lower end of the craft, a loud clang is followed by a questioning phrase in earth pony language, too low to make out what was stated. Then a grim, mocking chuckle. Caliya: 152/180HP, Burned, 26 Fatigue. >Novus "CALIYA! GET YOUR FLANKS UP HERE SO WE CAN LEAVE OR YOUR WIFE WILL KILL US! THIS DISC CAN ONLY TRANSPORT THE FIVE OF US!" He yells in exasperation, pushing Kraut against the pod. He promptly pulls out his Vector and snacks the butt end of the gun into Kraut, trying to break the ice over his head. [ 1d6+2 = 7 ] [ 1d6+2 = 7 ] B.Movement [ 1d6+1 = 7 ] [ 1d6+1 = 5 ] [ 1d6+1 = 7 ] < E. Melee >Kraut Motivated by the cracks he caused and the further damage from Novus, Kraut continues thrashing within his ice block, desperate to be able to breathe again. He almost speaks up again when Novus yells about only being able to transport 5 people with the disc, but decides not to since he's about out of air and instead opts to just think really hard at him, hoping that by some magical miracle bullshit it goes through. [ 1d6+2 = 5 ] [ 1d6+2 = 7 ] Snakebite (At this point I'd rather freeze than burn more.) I stand closer to the pod as I walk it further toward my friends. "Come on bud, let's get the hell out of here" [ 1d6+2 = 4 ] [ 1d6+2 = 3 ] Kraut Gasping for air upon being released from his icy prison, Kraut is shortly hit by two different things. First was the headache that could honestly be ignored, and second that HE HAD NOVUS PUSHING HIM THE WRONG WAY. "FUCK WE'RE DUMBASSES, WE GOTTA GO AFTER CALIYA! EVERYONE ELSE IS THERE! WE CAN SAVE THEM!" The newly enlightened redneck immediately reverses direction and charges as fast as he can towards where Caliya ran off, shooting whichever wall is farther from him with an acid shot in order to both mark where he was and reset the spellslinger. "CALIYA, START YELLING, SNAKE, FOLLOW MY YELLING AND THE ACID ON THE WALL!" Kraut remains breathing fairly hard from his yelling, but he'll be damned if he lets himself slow down now. [ 1d6+3 = 9 ] [ 1d6+3 = 6 ] [ 1d6+3 = 7 ] E.Movement [ 1d6+6 = 8 ] [ 1d6+6 = 10 ] [ 1d6+6 = 8 ] E.Small Arms [ 1d6+8 = 11 ] MoMC >Snakebite Upon realizing I can see, I immediately take in as much of my surroundings as I can, all the while pushing the pod as fast as I can toward the voices I'm hearing. [ 1d6+2 = 6 ] Novus Novus stops, visibly shaking in some sort of barely concealed rage as he TURNS around with Kraut, and slaps Kraut. "YOU ARE AN IDIOT KRAUT! WE'RE ALL GOING TO BE BOILED ALIVE BECAUSE OF YOU, YOU STUPID BUTTHEAD DUMMMY!" He yells, pushing the man towards Caliya's last known position. [ 1d6+2 = 8 ] [ 1d6+2 = 6 Novus Novus pauses a moment as he passes by, catching a glimpse of the outside before sprinting faster and screaming "OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD, KRAUT, STONE! NOW! TSUNAMI, IN FIVE FUCKING SECONDS! WE NEED TO GO OR DIE NOW NOW NOWWWW!!!" He screams in horror. Realizing that it is already too late, Novus snaps, drawing his SMG and pointing it point blank at Kraut. "THIS IS FOR GETTING ME KILLED, AGAIN!" He screams this and what could be very possibly his last moments, unloading his Kriss Vector into the back of Krau's unarmored neck. [ 1d6+5 = 11 ] [ 1d6+5 = 7 ] [ 1d6+5 = 7 ] E Small Arms + Point Blank >Kraut [ 1d6 = 5 ] Can't Kill a Motherfucking Oklahoman As the bullets rip through Kraut's neck, a very brief moment of calm overtakes him, before it is replaced by UNSATIABLE RAGE! INSATIABLE RAGE COUPLED WITH DESPERATION AND A REALIZATION THAT SHIT NEEDS DONE! A CERTAIN ELKBOY IS ABOUT TO BE RUN OVER BY TWO WHOLE PODS! The now ABSOLUTELY LIVID redneck rushes to the other side of the pods at inhuman speeds and charges against them with his shield in one last act of defiance against his circumstances. [ 1d6+17 = 22 ] CHARGE [ 1d6+20 = 26 ] Doctor Carlos https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q-Rqdgna3Yw As Nova awaited a response, a large portal opens up from Canterlot. An entire food truck is spat out from the other end, music blaring from a speaker on top; white with a large cartoon taco man, in a sombrero and shaking maracas on both sides of the van, proudly named 'TACO LOCO'. Doctor Juan Carlos sticks his head out of the driver side window and looks down at Nova. "Hola, equina Ward! Did you call for a doctor?! Take me to Seniora Tipper, por favor!" Idly watching Anon hand deliver the three humans and the rather gruesomely charred earth pony into the Clinic, Nova's nose wiggles in irritation at two of the silver octagons being pushed past her by the green humanoid. "What are those? Where are they going?" "Beats me, but they're damned cold and I don't feel like letting my rug get frozen. Right now I'm going to leave them next to the clinic, maybe somepony will have an idea what to do with them." "...acceptable, I suppose. Wait a moment, you said somepo-" Startled by the arrival of a giant metal box on wheels, the Ward's eyes and mouth widen to maximum.. before collapsing onto her side, unconsciously giving a strangled neigh of shock. Waking up a split-second later, Nova's entire face scrunches mightily, throwing a hoof forwards and shaking Carlos' hand. "Ahead north, then left please. Doctor Tipper is waiting inside." >Doctor Carlos Although he realizes Nova has fainted, he can clearly tell she is fine and clunks on the side of the taco truck. "Gracias, equina!" Music still blaring, he rolls out of the pagoda and out into the Fortress grounds following the directions given. The clinic was easy to find as the signage had clearly marked it, and he turns the truck around and backs it up to the main clinic entrance with room to move equipment. Emerging from the back of the truck, now in green scrubs, a smiling Juan Carlos enters the clinic to greet his contractor. "Hola, seniora Tipper! You have patients, for me, yes?" He pulls out a clip board and begins scribbling. "I will need to know what we are dealing with while Senor Verde holds them, si? Will need to move lots of equipment from my truck into here." Standing up and nodding at the strange thing on top of the metal box, Nova sighs, then turns her focus in Hodch's direction. (Excuse me while I interrupt your filly fooling, but there is work to be done. Please return to the Citadel and collect Doctor Heartbeat.. or whatever her name is, and all available human-allowed healers. One is severely burned, has lost the use of an eye, multiple limb, leg, and pelvic fractures, the second has same fractures, and the third has too many injuries to list.) Turning about slowly so as not to agitate her narcolepsy, the Ward primly trots back towards the Clinic, pausing once more to frown at the metal box parked in front of the door. Grumbling to herself, Nova strides up to a section of wall she knew to be clear of obstacles, then allows herself a short teleport through. Sighing at the uncouth interruption, Hodch sets aside his newly scavenged pen and notepad, performing a short range teleport into the pagoda. (Yes yes, I'm going, and for your information Miss Flicker I was trying to figure out what Nibbles meant by 'it's getting far too cold outside'.) Inside the Clinic, Tipper lifts one of her hooves in greeting, pushing the water pipe into the middle of her desk and gingerly climbing down from her chair with a welcoming chuckle. "I had a feeling you'd accept my offer. Well so far we've got one in the trauma room, the left one, right one's occupied with an unrelated patient." Rolling back and forth on her hooves, Tipper takes in a deep breath, then lets it out, counting injuries with hoof taps. "Missing eye that Nova can possibly stabilize, first degree burns across most of his body, multiple severe fractures of the forearms, upper leg bones, whatever those are called, and numerous pelvic fractures.. I think that one might be Snakebite, he's not been here long. There's three others in stasis, thank you green man, the earth pony is one of ours and possibly the worst off, we'll have to treat him much later when there's enough healers around to keep him from dying the moment stasis is lifted." Lifting a hand in greeting to Juan, a smile appears on Anon's mask, tossing the smart phone into his vest pocket with one hand as he strolls past into the taco van. "Consider it done, especially the holding down part." Checking out the interior with renewed appreciation, the green skinned man snorts, snapping thumb and middle finger, the equipment he recognized as having delivered over the years delivered into the open trauma room. "What were you making in here last, flower salads, hay fries, and cheese-pickle-tomato crackers?" Doctor Juan laughs as he gives the clinic a quick once-over. "You certainly sweetened the deal, abuela. Thirty pounds of it, too!" Now onto business, Juan listens attentively as Tipper lists off injury after injury for a... Snakebite. He has plenty of aloe for the burns, screws pins and rods for the bones, possibly a pelvic girdle. "Si, abuela. We will need blood typed and bagged, and I'll need his weight if we're going to put him under anesthesia. I will start collecting my equipment." Heading back to his van, he notices the green man was inspecting the various devices he's accumulated for him the last couple of years. Entering, to take inventory, Juan grabs his vital sign and anesthesia monitors first and wheels them to the end of the van; and goes back to start pulling out hard cases full of surgical supplies. "All it took was one eqiuno to ask if I made food in here. I don't even keep a menu, anymore. They ask, and I make, ha!" Grinning at the real doctor mischievously, Tipper waves Nova over to help with transferring from the truck, sliding one of her desk drawers open and rummaging through it. "Best stuff I could find, but I'm just glad you said yes. As for blood we're going to require immediate donors since keeping any stocked is virtually impossible. I'll send a message to those with his specific type. There's alchemicals here for pain control or stabilizing but we'll have to break out the expensive stuff if he's worse off than he looks." Extracting a stack of copied sheets and perusing through them, the elderly mare initially sets five on the desk, the rest studied over carefully with a frown. "We'll need to be set up before the Citadel's 'specialists' arrive in ten or twenty minutes. Their lead doctor is hard to deal with when she's not happy, otherwise she's excellent if not a bit.. weirder than most Lunar ponies usually are. Reminds me of that one mare in Germaneigh.." Snapping his fingers to send a second box into the trauma room, Anon's mask turns towards Carlos with a sense of faux-shame. "If you haven't learned by now the first time you do something for a pony they're just going to keep asking. I of course wouldn't know anything about that, poor quality 'home movies' and all." Lifting the monitors into the air, the Ward shoots a deeply unamused glare at the masked man, then turns about to take them into the back with an angry huff. Waiting until Nova is out of earshot, Anon leans in close to Carlos, whispering in a concerned tone. "Except for that one, she got mad when I ask about wearing socks, suggesting a saddle to improve her chances with good stallions went the same route. Don't get bit like I did, trust me, it hurts." Looking up the blood types of the humans currently on base and comparing each against what was needed, Tipper clicks her borrowed radio into life, listing off a series of names while Carlos, Nova, and Anon finish relocating the truck's necessary supplies. Requesting Carlos move his vehicle to let several hurrying Operators in, the aged unicorn breaks out a stack of hard plastic cases from one of the locked cabinets, hoofing them to Nova, instructing the much younger mare to unlock each and spread them out across the trauma room. Detailing one of the arriving Operators to make several copies of her files on each human, Tipper clicks her way into the closed trauma room at a slow pace while Nova pushes a wide chair into the open room. Hopping onto it and sitting down, Anon briefly inspects Snakebite on the surgical table, temporally frozen and barely visible, the Ward killing time by reciting random trivia on pony anatomy until Tipper returns, the two changing places. Hearing a fractured, bizarrely broken apart announcement from the Fortress's flat, neutral voice, a string of five purple robed unicorns and a Crystal pony, all laden with overstuffed saddlepacks, enter the Clinic a minute after, striding towards the surgical room in sync. Hood tossing back, a vibrant pink unicorn mare in her mid-30's glances about at her companions, giving each an irritated scowl. "Remember our oath: cause no more harm than the patient requires to heal." Nodding respectfully at Tipper, the mare gestures back towards the Crystal pony whom removes a large bright green egg from one of her saddlepacks. "I am Citadel Doctor Heartbreak. Accompanying me are the most talented Starborn healers available, the egg of a forest dragon, donated freely to us of course, and twenty pounds of quartzine." Daintily stretching out her hooves one by one as the other four unicorns begin, Heartbreak's visage takes on a refreshed smile, cool blue-green eyes pulsing with eagerness. "As the esteemed Nightblade Hodch has stated, time is of the essence, thus I hereby request that we dispense with all formalities and begin as quickly as possible. I must admit I enjoy a good surgical procedure, especially treating fractures." Tapping Carlos on the shoulder, Anon mutters near-silently under his breath, stepping forwards as middle finger and thumb visibly ready to release stasis. "Better watch that one, if she starts cackling I'll hold her down and you can punch her, but do it hard." Nova Flicker: [ 1d6+4 = 7 ]