Slaving Away (Group A) [Closed] [Finished]

Another shot hit, but ale still wasn't satisfied. Sure he'd been plenty useful on the hill, only one of his previous 6 shots missing but he'd yet to put down any of attackers. And on top of that ale did not feel right being on that hill while the rest of his friends where bleeding below. "ah to hell with it." ale said as he stood up and slid down the hill towards the building. He galloped a short distance and then came to a stop at the door frame just across from xeshir. "Before you start bitching, I know i'm not supposed to be here." ale took a quick glance around the corner, taking in the whole room and the situation. "I couldn't just stay up there while you lot are getting shot up." Ale crouched down and leaned around the door, and looked through his scope setting the cross hairs on the only slaver in the room that wasn't injured. Now that ale didn't have to worry about shooting through windows he could fire with the precision he was accustom to.

(Moving to the building -5 AP. Crouching at the door -5 AP.Sneak-49 Guns-60: Fire one shot at rifle wielding pony. -15 AP. Firing to do the most damage if not kill. 11 AP remain [1 dodge])

Sanura ran to Viktor, but as she did so, found the nailpony also moving towards the diamond dog. The nailpony smacked Viktor in the butt, and when he noticed Sanura, he grinned and swung his board at her, the nails biting into her hide. Despite the pain, she still managed to throw some healing magic at Viktor.

Xeshir leant against the doorframe and spying the nailpony attacking the unicorn she’d just administered a healing potion to just moments ago. She fired three shots at the pony, (Xeshir guns: 70+42 = 112, 69+42 = 111, 96+42 = 138 – crit!) two striking his barrel and the third between his eyes. He dropped to the ground, a surprised look on his face as he died.

Sanctity charged the energy wielding pony shooting rapidly as he moved like a blur. (Sanctity guns: 42+32 = 74, 80+32 = 112, 96+32 = 128 – crit!, 75+32 = 107, 54+32 = 86, 22+32 = 54, 6+32 = 38) He shot the guard until his gun ran dry, (Sanctity melee: 27+12 = 39, 76+12 = 88) then turned it around and smashed him in the face. The guard staggered back, blood running down his face and armour. He levelled his pistol and fired; two bolts of green whizzed past Sanctity’s head, (Sanctity dodge: 2+35 = 37) and a third into the side of his armour as he failed to step out of the way.

Ginger made his way down the hill, and crouched near the door. (Ginger sneak: 87+24 = 111) He then fired at the rifle pony (Ginger guns: 44+35 = 79 – sneak crit!) and hit him.

Fortunately for Mek, anypony threatening Sanura was dealt with for now, so he was able to focus on the hoof pony (81+27 = 108, 11+27 = 38, 97+27 = 124) He hit the pony twice with his gauntlets.

The pony with the shotgun fired at Viktor again, one barrel spraying a third blast of pellets into his chest. The second barrel did nothing; the guard snapped the chamber open and pulled out the dud shell, then spat it to the ground with a grimace.


Mek: 235/295
Sanura: 128/185
Sanctity: 138/204
Xeshir: 170/214
Viktor: 203/253
Guard M1 (nail board): Dead
Guard M2 (iron hooves): Badly wounded
Guard G1 (revolver): Somewhat injured
Guard G2 (energy pistol): On death’s doorstep
Guard G3 (shotgun): Somewhat injured
Guard G4 (rifle): Seriously injured

(Mek: what you’re describing would be an unarmed attack.)

Sanctity growled as he felt the energy bolt slam into his side. How was the guy still standing? He should be dead! He should totally be dead! That was just unfair! He lurched his head forwards to headbutt the guy (2 AP, Unarmed 22) as he reloaded his rifle quickly, hovering them from his bags and slipping them in with unnatural speed (Slow Reload, 7AP), before cocking the gun and firing 3 rounds at him (13.5 AP). He then stomped on the slavers head as he fell, smooshing his brains all over the floor (2 AP, Unarmed 22). He didn't want him coming back as a zompony. He stared at the corpse for a few seconds, glaring at it as he made sure it wasn't twitching or anything. Because if it was, he was going to have to shoot it again.

After he was doubly super extra sure it was dead, he turned around and looked at the other ponies near him and decided to focus on the pony with the revolver, firing at him once (4.5 AP, Guns 65) before reloading the gun again (Slow Reload, 3 AP) as he looked for cover to duck behind.

(4 AP [One Dodge] remaining)

Diesel let out a curse as he felt the shot slam into him again, as he stumbled back a step he felt Sanura's healing flow over him. Grinning he jumped at the Shotgunner as he was distracted by his gun, this is why his melee would always win, nothing like that happens. Pinning him to the ground he ripped the shotgun out of his hooves and started to hack into him as fast as he could.

(Disarming shotgunner and attacking him with Machete; Str 11, Melee 70)

Mek roared at the slaver with the nail board as he fell over on the ground, his dying eyes staring off into space as his corpse hit the floor with a wet plop. The son of a bitch had hit Sanura with a nail board, and Mek was having none of it. The adrenaline coursed through what little veins he had left as his vision narrowed in on Iron Hooves, who was somehow still alive at this point. He would fix that soon enough, because after all, fixing things was his "special talent".

---Using 2 gauntlet attacks to pick Iron Hooves off the ground and slam him headfirst into the floor. If this kills Iron Hooves, then I'm going to tackle the slaver with the shotgun. If it doesn't kill Iron Hooves, then I'll use one unarmed attack to crush his head with my pneumatic leg. (STR 12, Unarmed 55)

Xeshir didn't smile as her bullet hit Mr. Nail Board right between the eyes, in fact, she didn't feel anything. She didn't want to kill these slavers that could still be saved. If only they hadn't fucked up...If only a certain dog hadn't fucked up...She erased those thoughts and took aim again, this time at the one holding a revolver. As she counted her shots she realized she was out of ammo and took cover again, pulling out .357 bullets and loading them into the repeater.

(Firing at Revolver pony x3. 24 AP. Guns 65. Reloading Cowpony Repeater with 7 bullets (2 AP each.). 14 AP. 1 AP remaining.)

Ale took cover behind the door frame as he chambered another round. As he peek around the corner he took a head count. "2..4..5 slavers and..." Ale stopped and turned to xeshir. "Wheres slaver boy?" he asked. "I swear if that fucker ditched us." Ale got angry and decided to take his frustration out on the rifle pony he hit not moments ago. After that he'd pull out his .357 revolver and enter the room firing on any of the slavers that where still alive.

(Guns-60: Fire on rifle pony -15 AP. Moving into the building -2 AP. Guns-60: fire two shots on surviving slavers, split shots if more then one survived - 16 AP.)

Sanctity tried to headbutt the pony with the energy pistol (Sanctity unarmed: 34+11 = 45) he then reloaded and fired into the guard. (Sanctity guns: 7+32 = 39, 65+32 = 97, 100+32 = 132 – PERFECT 100!) The guard died, dropping to the ground in a gurgle of his own blood.

(Viktor unarmed: 89+30 = 119; strength: 78+55 = 133) Viktor managed to wrench the shotgun from the guard’s mouth, much to the guard’s surprise, and quickly followed through with his machete. (Viktor melee: 84+35 = 119, 17+35 = 52) One slash bit through his armour, but the guard managed to recover from his surprise in time to only lose a couple of hairs from his mane to the second.

(Mek unarmed: 88+27 = 115, 73+27 = 100) Mek grabbed the pony in his massive paws, raised him over his head, and then violently slammed the poor sod headfirst into the ground. He twitched, but appeared unresponsive. Regardless, Mek raised his leg, and with a hiss, it smashed the pony’s head open like an overripe orange.

Xeshir emptied her repeater at the revolver pony. (Xeshir guns: 5+42 = 47 – botch!, 92+42 = 134, 39+42 = 81) The first round caused... further problems, which she had to spend a moment rectifying, but the other two shots were on target, creating new wounds upon the target. She only managed to load one round before she noticed the rifle guard take aim at her and... also jammed. There must have been a lot of dust floating around in this room.

Ginger fired at the rifle guard, (Ginger guns: 78+34 = 112) scoring his neck and barrel, and then moved into the room, drawing his revolver and firing a single shot. (Ginger guns: 43+34 = 77) The bullet pierced his left eye, and he collapsed in a bloody heap.

The other remaining guards, noticing that things were very much against them, dropped their arms. The revolver guard turned and ran, presumably intending to hide in the barracks. The already disarmed shotgun guard cried out his surrender, placing his hooves over his head.


Mek: 235/295
Sanura: 128/185
Sanctity: 138/204
Xeshir: 170/214
Viktor: 203/253
Guard M2 (iron hooves): Split like a melon
Guard G1 (revolver): Somewhat injured
Guard G2 (energy pistol): Natural 100 to the face
Guard G3 (shotgun): Seriously injured
Guard G4 (rifle): Demised

(Also, can people with Trigger Discipline please make sure they’ve factored in the increased AP cost for gun/energy weapon attacks?)

Xeshir breathed a sign of relief as the battle ended, followed by a wince caused from the pain of her wounds. She finished reloading her repeater and slung it over her back as she walked towards the shotgun pony, only saying "Grab whatever you can from the dead bodies and the lockers." with a cold voice. She took out the picture of the mustard buck, which she had left sitting on her saddlebags, and quite literally jammed the piece of paper into his face. "Where. Is. He?" She asked slowly, but with a tone that promised a not-so bright future for the pony if he refused to comply.

(Speech 65. Trying to get Shotgunner to tell me where our mustard buck is.)

Words could not describe how satisfying that crunch sounded in his ears. He was also pretty sure that everybody in the room heard that noise, but he was too busy dislodging his leg from the remains of Iron Hoove's head to pay attention to the group, only making a quick glance towards Sanura to make sure she was okay. Xeshir was going to chew him out for this, she might even hit him and blame him for this entire engagement. Finally, his leg came out with a wet pop, brain material and blood dripping off of it as he noticed a green glow at the side of one of the dead slavers.

He practically leaped over there and took the energy pistol into his hands, fascinated by it's workings. He turned it over about two times, gave a slight grunt, and put it on his belt. He wasn't the biggest fan of energy weapons, but it was a hell of a lot better than the 9mm he had. He took the ammo for it off of the slaver as well, putting it into his pockets. Getting up, he turned his attention to Sanura, and he walked over to her, his pneumatic leg leaving little circles of blood. He looked her over and winced slightly at the sight of her wounds. "Ya gunna be alright? Ya look like ya got it rough." He remarked, ignoring the fact that he had more holes in him than a target in a Steel Rangers firing range and a piece of his ribs was sticking out of his chest.

---Looting the slaver with the energy pistol and identifying the energy pistol.

Sancity giggled with glee as they started running away, trotting on the ground slightly as he thought about chasing them. He could totally do it, just start running and tackle them and... Well, he'd figure that out when he came to that. He looked back at the rest of the group, who all looked really dower and serious and stuff. He couldn't stop smiling! This was so fun, all the adrenaline and screaming and explosions! It was awesome! He reached a hoof up and scratched the air where the tip of his left ear would be if it hadn't been bitten off. "My ear's itchy" he mumbled, before realising that it wasn't just his ear that was itchy, his entire body was really itchy and hot and prickly. But his ear especially. He scratched the non-existent tip of his ear frantically for a moment, before he felt a few eyes on him and placed the hoof slowly down to the ground.

He moved his feet slowly around on the ground, tapping and scraping the floor, huffing slightly as he did so, his face turning into a glummer look. He wanted to run around, but he knew that everypony'd just shout at him. He could just feel the energy burning behind his eyes, being wasted as they stood still and waited around for the slaver. He shuddered and felt his eye twitch softly as he looked at the slaver, mouthing "Hurry up" without meaning to.

He then looked over at Xeshir as she told the rest of them to get looting, which he did, running over to the bank of lockers and pulling open the doors, poking his head inside, checking what was in there and then checking the next one, pulling anything of use (Or anything that was shiny) out of it with his magic and placing it in a pile on the floor.

Sanura was just about to sprint over toward Sanctity and try to help but things were over too quickly, regardless that didn't call for her to be slow about what needed to be done. Her side ached horribly now and bled quite freely over the pale green fur as she started to move toward Sanc until Mek came over and she looked down at his leg and then back up at his face, he was quite a brutal thing wasn't he? She smiled a bit though and nodded, "Yeah, I-I'll be fine." she said, her eye then going to the bit of rib sticking out of his chest. "You know I bet ghouls still need bones." Before she grunted and listed up, putting one hoof on his chest and then rather suddenly and quite expertly hooving the tip of the other, guiding it with a bit of leverage from her telekinesis and shoved it back into place. Normally she would've been more gentle but... she didn't know if they were about to get rushed again or not. "I-I'll be more useful next time." she said softly and then quickly went to move on. They needed everypony to be ready.

[If there's time Sanura will try heal everyone in the party for 50hp before doing the same to herself, starting with Mek, then Sanc, then Xeshir and Viktor.]

Ale reloaded both his rifle and his revolver, muttering something as he did so, "Damn slavers." He then looked to the bodies that littered the room and his scavenger instincts kicked in. He moved to the iron shoe pony, or what was left of him and started checking the pockets of his armor before taking the armor itself. Ale could see value in all things and was planing on picking these slavers clean. He'd loot all the bodies including the one outside before finally stopping at the surrendered buck and levitate his shotgun onto the pile. Hopefully one of them would have a key to the slave pens cause that was ale's next stop when the others finished recovering.

(Luck-6: Looting EVERYTHING from the dead slavers including the shotgun from the POW.)

Diesel froze his machete mid strike when he saw the pony held his hooves up. Growling when Ginger tried to take the shotgun from him he held on to it and kept it for himself. Looking directly at him he let his throat rumble as he spoke, "My shotgun, you did little fighting and yet you try to take from every dead body? No, this one is mine to keep. Go mooch off someone else's, you will find nothing of use from this one." As he glared at Ginger he sat down and popped the gun open while he worked on cleaning it.

(Taking Shotgun from slaver)

(Note to Ginger, the shotgun never even left his hands dude. You tried grabbing it out of his grip...)

Ale was levitating the shotgun up when viktor snatched it out glow of magic and growled in his face. Ale almost gagged when the dogs breath hit him. "By celestia's royal plot!" he exclaimed as he held a hoof up to his nose. "What the fuck did you eat? he asked between coughs as he turned away, the smell of dead slavers proving to be a more tolerable scent.

Ale didn't care for the shotgun, let the dog have his toy, but to say ale did nothing was insulting. "Did little fight?" ale questioned. "Every shot I fired, save one, went into a slavers hide. So don't go saying I did nothing." ale trotted away from the dog and over to the next corpse, levitating everything useful off of them. he kept his revolver out in case more slavers came bursting into the room, or if viktor got violent for no reason again.

(Continuing to loot. Note: I'm not a complete loot whore, if i find something you want then ask.)

(Xeshir speech: 94+32 = 126) The shotgun pony withered under Xeshir. “Custard Apple!” he squeaked. “I dunno. He was supposed to be here, helping us. What do you want with him, anyway?” He looked up at Xeshir. “Please, don’t kill me. I have a daughter.”

During Ginger’s corpse-looting run, he found a couple of sets of keys on two of the dead guards. It could be assumed that these were for the slave pens in the next room.

Sanctity had a bit of trouble opening the lockers; they weren’t in great shape and stuck a bit when he tried the doors. Once he managed to force each open with a crusty metallic pop, he found a few magazines of ammunition, some grenades and a hefty pile of caps.

For now, Sanura was able to do her magical healing rounds uninterrupted. When she was done, everyone was in tip-top condition.

(Everyone now has full health.)

(I’m just going to list all the loot. You can all fight over it. Or negotiate strenuously with one another.)

Loot acquired:

• 1 set of reinforced leather barding
  
• 2 mercenary outfits
  
• 1 set of iron shoes
  
• 1 plasma pistol
  
• 1 caravan shotgun
  
• 1 cowpony repeater
  
• 1 .357 revolver
  
• 2 frag grenades
  
• 260 caps

Diesel looked over his new caravan shotgun again as he re-loaded it and slid it on his back. Standing up he pulled out his machete and wiped it against his barding before standing at the bottom of the stair case. Looking back at the group he nodded at them as he waited for them to finish up, "Ready to storm the next floor when you all are." Swinging his machete around in a circle he shifted his weight around growing slightly restless at the thoughts running around his head.

Xeshir's eyes turned doubtful for a second as the slaver said he had a daughter before returning to a steel gaze. "How do we disable the slave collars? Can you do it?" She asked slowly, remembering Hopscotch saying that most of the slaves had them.

The zebra turned to the loot file and found nothing of interest until she saw the two frag grenades. "Whoever is skilled with explosives, grab them and come with me." She said before returning to the buck, waiting for an answer.

(Speech 65. Asking guard how to disable slave collars.)

Sanctity looked over the pile of loot they'd scrounged together, a small array of weapons, ammo, caps and some very recently vacated armour. He pouted at it, noting the lack of any more chems. There'd be some in the med bay, but he didn't have any more Dash on him, and if he crashed in the middle of a fight, bad things might happen. He picked up a few more rounds that looked like they'd fit in the Cowpony Repeater and fed them in, before levitating up a stack of caps and placing them in his packs.

"Same here!" he said happily, following on from Viktor.

[OOC: Taking 100 Caps]

Mek immediately pointed out the plasma pistol as his, and also took the suit of reinforced leather barding and dropped it at Sanura's hooves, giving her a smile and a suggestive nod. "So ya don' get filled full a' holes next time." He said as he gave her a light pat on the shoulder and a warm smile. He appreciated what she did for him, especially since he was already 2 ribs down of a full set. He was sure that to her, he was just another brutal wastelander. He glanced down at his leg, and realized he wasn't really doing much to change that perception of him. The random thought that maybe Sanura had never tasted meat entered his mind. It was followed by the thought that maybe she had never tasted the other kind of meat before either. He quickly erased both thoughts with a slight twitch of his head.

Suddenly, he remembered something important. He quickly swiped 20 caps off the pile that Sanctity (who was definitely on something) brought out and made for the left doorway. "No, Vikta. We'z gotta free da slaves first." He muttered, drawing his plasma pistol and approaching the doorway. Whoever said being old brough some form of restraint was right.

---entering the left room. If there are any slavers, then I'll fire 3 shots with the plasma pistol (distributed evenly). If it turns out to be Custard Apple, then I'll attempt to choke him out if he's hostile. ( unarmed 55, STR 12)

Sanura looked down at the suit that was dropped at her hooves and blanched just a bit, she certainly didn't -want- to put it on but all things considered, her new series of scars that hopefully wouldn't show too much over her fur was probably going to be worth the no doubt somewhat bloodied armor that was presented to her now. She'd never really imagined things like that would've hurt so bad. "Thank you." she said as she looked up and smiled again, if she saw Mek as a brutal beast she either didn't show it or didn't hold it against him. "Can't wait to get home and wash it. gonna smell aweful funny until then." she said with a soft laugh before floating off her saddle bags so that she could slip herself into the armor, which likely sate a bit heavy on her small frame but adjustments could be made later.

Meanwhile Xeshir was interrogating the other pony that was still conscious and pleading for his life, and two of them ready to go through the door that now apparently Mek was pushing through (or was it another?) she quickly went to focus her attention on the group that seemed on the verge of diving back into combat as they no doubt would need her more than Xeshir right that moment, the green unicorn now a slightly over sized armor wearing green unicorn of health and love! Significantly less ripped and pierced as well.

Ale looked at the pile of loot after the vultures had descended upon it. They left a fair amount for the unicorn to barter with when they got back to town. He didn't mind giving the barding to sanura, after all the last thing they needed was their medic getting shot up and that barding looked like it could stop or at least slow a few of the smaller calibers being thrown at them.

Ale levitated one of the merc bardings up, the one with blood all over the collar from where mek had crushed it's previous inhabitant. "Better then what I got." ale sighed as he replaced his leather barding with former slaver armor. Once the new armor was secure he levitated up the remaining loot and started to fit the weapons into the various built in holster to his saddlebags and new barding. Once finished he'd go assist mek with the next room.

Loot taken:
2 mercenary outfits
1 set of iron shoes
1 cowpony repeater
1 .357 revolver
2 frag grenades
140 caps

(Guns-60: fallowing mek and assisting him and taking the room, firing 3 shots at slavers, excluding custard apple. 9 AP remain)

Xeshir looked at the ghoul diamond dog as he suggested freeing the slaves first. "They have slave collars, remember? If we go in guns blazing they won't hesitate to kill them all." She said, whispering. She was starting to get really irritated by this ghoul, going ahead and running charging blindly into battle without even the slightest hint of a strategy. "If we go and kill Grace, the slavers will probably surrender and WON'T kill the ponies we are trying to save." She said, trying to reason with him.

There it was. The almighty word of Xeshir, telling him what to do and what not to do. Did she honestly think she had any authority over him? "Yeah, an' wot are ya gonna do if Grace blows all da slaves up da second he sees ya? Ah won' let 'em out, if dat's what ya want. Ah'll jus' check fer slavers. Unless of course if ya want slavers crawlin' up yer ass." He muttered the last words almost to himself, turning back to face the door, he slipped the photograph of Rarity back out of his pocket. "Ah don' know what's wrong wif this lot, Rare. They get angry at me fer killin' slavers, and now they'z mad for me wantin' ta free slaves." He whispered to the picture, Rarity's sapphire eyes still vivid thanks to Mek's preservation efforts. The light gleamed off of the photograph, and for a second he believed she was alive.

---doing the same thing as last post

(Xeshir speech: 56+32 = 88) The guard looked up at Xeshir, the terror in his eyes slightly abated. “There’s a key. It’ll unlock the collars. Most of ‘em will come straight off.” He fumbled in a pocket and brought out a key. “Like this. Nice and simple. I can do it, sure!” He huddled a little closer, perhaps sensing that Xeshir might spare his life.

Mek and Ginger slipped into the left room, the one that Hopscotch had mentioned the slaves were being kept in. Treading quietly, they checked for any slavers that might be hiding, but found none. Along each side, stretching almost the length of the room, were bars extending from floor to ceiling. There were about fifteen ponies on either side, many of them either chained together or with explosive collars on. They all quivered in fear as Mek strode in.

“Are you here to free us, or kill us?” a blue mare asked in a solemn tone.

They looked around for signs of danger, (Mek perception: 87+35 = 122; Ginger perception: 49+35 = 84) but there didn’t seem to be any slavers here, or… wait. Mek could see a pony-shaped figure squatting down by the cage towards the far end. It didn’t appear to be wearing any armour.