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

Xeshir didn't smile the slightlest when she saw all her shots were acurratte. She didn't enjoy maiming ponies, or any sentient creature, but it had to be done.

The zebras ears perked up after hearing a rather colorful set og profanities coming from Sanctity's direction. She swung her repeater in his direction and saw the pissed earth pony rushing towards him, determined to turn him into a delicacy of mashed unicorn. She aimed at the pony and fired three times until she heard a CLINK and realized she was out of ammo. She quickly opened a pouch in her armor and grabbed a couple of .357 rounds. She bit the lever and pulled it back as as she began to reload.

(Firing Cowpony Repeater x3 at Hopscotch. Guns 58. +5 damage with Night Mare perk. Loading 5 rounds into the repeater. 1 AP remaining.

He had never been one for bloody displays, but Mad Mek found himself smiling from the ground, his ghoulified fangs glistening with a sickly shine. The unicorn that had been shoving a rifle barrel into the soft spot in his armor just half a second ago was hugging the ground and in large amounts of obvious pain, while her male friend was charging.... somewhere. He could feel his hooves on the ground, but the earth pony had escaped his sight. He quickly snapped those distracting thoughts away and cleared his swirling head. There were raiders attacking them, he was still bound, these slavers still had his gear, and somepony was swearing profusely. He quickly flexed his arms in an attempt to fix the situation. He had to kill the unicorn and get into cover, the distinct crack of a rifle was still ringing in his ears, reminding him of the urgency of the situation.

Attempting to break out of binds (STR 10). If successful, attacking unicorn mare with his fangs, aiming at her neck (she is a short distance away, so AP does not get deducted for running), doing 2 unarmed attacks at AP cost 6 (unarmed damage is 20, unarmed skill 44, AP 22)

Sanura's ears twitched at the shout calling out raiders... raiders? There weren't any raiders! Her ears falling flat against her head as she broke out in a dead sprint toward Sanctity as the iron hooves flew into view on the earth pony, pouring everything she had into trying to to the black unicorn she was partied with before the earth pony did, relative distances were probably going to forbid that but she tried anyways! She was already afraid of the way the situation was turning out but she couldn't take the time to stop it when somepony she was supposed to be supporting was about to be in the line of fire.

Whether or not she arrived before the earth pony did she would come to a sliding stop near Sanctity unless something else stopped her, her horn flaring brightly witha pale pink glow which then erupted from its base in an elongated bubble around both herself and Sanctity, preferably after he'd stopped firing, to try and halt any further retaliation against her party member, grimacing just a bit from the concentration of throwing the thing up after a sprint as she faced the other two ponies.

[Shield 180 HP, Defense 34, AP cost 15. Movement 4(or more?), 12AP remaining]

Marcus began running towards the fight when it broke out, fully intent on adding whatever help he could. As he ran forward, he could see that the prisoner was pushed down and one of the two slavers was already badly injured and taking cover. The other slaver, however, was far less injured and making a blood-thirsty charge towards Sanctity.

Marcus gave a shout to draw the attention of the second slaver as he ran towards him. If Marcus were to reach him, he would have turned to deliver several kicks his way, aiming to knock his legs from under him and hopefully end his charge to Sanctity.

(Aiming at Hopscotch's legs, Unarmed 50, 3x kicks with Iron Shoes = 24 AP used. 4 AP remains)

As Diesel rapidly approached the ponies from underground he prayed that his luck would hold out. As he burst from the ground he quickly took count of what was going on above him since he had been underground. Both ponies shot, diamond dog on the ground, stallion charging Sanc nothing I can do about that, mare on the ground in front of me... All that went through his mind in an instant, as soon as he spotted the mare on the ground unaware of him he smiled, that was the only thing he needed to know. Leaping at her he snarled with ferocity, his mantis Gauntlet glinting off the light as he drew his paw back for one fell swoop.

[Attacking with Mantis Gauntlet; attacking twice, 16 ap to attack, 4 ap remaining]

Ale smiled when his shot nailed the earth pony right in the side, "Surprise." his whispered. The smile faded when the pony started to charge towards sanctity. Luckily for him everypony and their mother was already rushing to his aid. "Guess that leaves the mare for me." He raised his hunting rifle again and took aim at the unicorn as she desperately attempted to use the ground for cover. He looked trough the scope of his rifle at whatever exposed part of the mare he could see, preferably her head. Once he'd have a clear shot he would let out two more thunderous shots, hopefully it would be enough to kill her.

(Firing two shots at Marigold, -30 AP, Guns-60, still crouched to increase accuracy)

Ginger raised his rifle again, aiming at the unicorn and fired. Through the scope he watched as the mare jerked savagely as the round entered near her shoulder. The mare soon slumped over motionless, the gun she’d been wielding in her magic, fizzled out and fell atop her.

Only a few feet away, Viktor burst out of the ground in a shower of dirt and rocks. He spotted the wounded unicorn mare lying on the ground and leapt at her, claws outstretched, only to find that she was already quite dead.

Meanwhile, Sanctity fired at the rapidly closing earth pony, but without the benefit of surprise and exposed flesh, many of the rounds simply thudded into the buck’s armour, and his rapidly approaching assailant continued undeterred.

Mad Mek struggled against the bundles upon bundles of rusty chains that had been wrapped around his forearms; he could feel the bindings loosen ever so slightly, and hear the subtle snappings of a few links, but what the chains lacked in strength they made up for in volume. He paused for a moment to rest his muscles before trying again; a few more links broke, and the bindings loosened ever so slightly more, but his arms remained well and truly bound.

Hopscotch smiled as he finally closed the last few lengths to Sanctity and quickly brought his iron-shod hooves to bear – one kick to the side that Sanctity was too slow to avoid, followed by another; he ducked sideways and felt the wind of the blow rustle his mane, only to feel the full force of a double kick to his ribs, sending the unicorn sprawling.

“Booyah! Not laughing now, raider scum!” Hopscotch sneered down at the unicorn as he raised a forehoof over him – Xeshir opened fire; a couple of bullets bit the dirt near him before another bit deeply into his barrel. “Sisters’ mercy, how many of you bastards are there?” he exclaimed. “I didn’t think the bucking ghoul had this many–”

Marcus and Sanura galloped side-by-side toward the fray; Sanura kicked up a cloud of dust as she slid to a stop at Sanctity’s side while Marcus continued his charge, engaging the earth pony in a deadly dance of hoof-to-hoof combat. The earth pony blocked the first blow, but was caught off-guard by the next two; he winced, grunted, staggered back. Sanura’s horn glowed as she summoned a luminescent bubble around herself and Sanctity.

Sanctity’s health is at 85.
Hopscotch is moderately injured.

Diesel frowned as he looked down at the dead body of the unicorn, as he looked back up he tried to spot who might have killed her before him. When he looked at the group the only one aiming at him was Ginger, how did he know that was going to happen. It was as if it was Gingers goal in life to just wreck his plans, he was going to have to have a talk with him later about that.

Looking around more he saw the stallion just in time to see him kick Sanctity in the chest. Cursing under his breath he hoped Ginger had more rounds to help the pony he just doomed to cracked ribs. Watching he saw the rest of the team helping Sanctity though they were too slow to save him from the hit. Turning about Diesel walked over to the diamond dog, lifting him off the ground he looked down at the new dog only to notice he was a ghoul. Sighing he cursed under his breath before lifting his head back up. As he spoke in his soft Russian accent he started talking to the dog, "My name is Viktor Diesel, why is it those two have you in chains?"

As he brushed the dust off his coat he walked back to the mare to search for anything he could use. "You don't really see many diamond dogs in the wastes, much less a ghoul one. Me and you are one and the same you know..."

(Searching Marigold for loot)

Mad Mek turned his head with a puzzled look on his snout. Not raiders.....not raiders.. he thought in his head. He quickly realized that he was being talked to and replied. "No, we's not da same. Ya don't know what it's like, bein' alive in a dead dog's body, not even recallin' where you came from! They jumped me, put a gun to me head, and threatened to blow me head off if i didn't go wif ' em. Now cut me out, will ya?" He spat back in his rambling ghoul voice, shaking his chains for emphasis. He was strongly offended to even consider the fact that the this....Viktor thought that they were the same. He realized that this group of individuals that had just rescued him was probably heading towards the slaver camp, and it was his intent to go with them. Slavers might be horrible people, but slavers are profitable.

Sanctity felt blinding pain rip through his side as the pony kicked him hard in the sides. The bullets hadn't done a thing to stop the bitch. His eyes started to lose focus and he blinked rapidly, but his breathing was heavy and labored and each blink he felt his eyelids getting heavier and heavier.

He looked at his side and saw another unicorn beside him, projecting a bubble around him. "T-thanks" he said, his voice tinged with pain. Every breath felt like he was breathing fire, not air. He spat onto the floor, noting the red tinge to it that told him -a few seconds before his pain receptors did-, that he'd bitten off the very tip of his tongue.

He grunted and pushed himself up shakily, his body still flooded with enough adrenaline to keep him fighting [Standing Up, 12 AP] . He looked at the bubble and then back to Sanura. Oh, he was trapped. Made sense. His legs gave way again and he fell onto the floor with a thump.

He moved his attention back to his gun and reloaded it slowly [4AP], vowing silently to get something with a little more punch as soon as he could. Perhaps the gun the unicorn had. Then, he remembered the medicine he had and perked up slightly. He reached out clumsily with his magic and pulled out the weak health potion and swallowed it gladly [5AP, 81 HP recovered].

He sighed in relief as he felt his bones slowly knit themselves back together, the odd fuzzy feeling spreading through his body comfortingly. He still hurt, but he felt slightly less like shit. He looked around at the things that had gotten pulled out of his bag with the potion and spotted a small flask, his eyes lit up as he snatched it up and drank deeply, the warmth spreading through him and dulling the aches that the potion had left.

He stood up once again, this time his body only swaying a little as he stared out on the fight. [Standing up, 12 AP]

[33 AP, 1 Dodge available - 166/193 HP]

Sanura grunted as she planted her hooves in the dirt next to Sanctity. "Y-you're welcome!" she said stiffly, her magic wasn't the best but it was certainly enough to provide enough protection that he wouldn't get beaten half to death again like he was just a moment ago, before drinking that potion which she would have stopped him from but... well she was just happen he hadn't been killed outright, things seemed to be going so well! Really. No... they were... seriously.

"W-what are you drinking?" she gasped out as she spotted him moving something else to his lips now, "IS that liqour!? You just got the fire kicked out of you and you're already drinking!? Can't you at least wait until you get paid?" she huffed, "Should I just go ahead an let you go get yourself killed?!" she wasn't really ma so much as just shocked!

Marcus swore as he watched the Slaver beat Sanctity down with several punishing hits. He took comfort in Sanura taking position next to Sanctity and throwing up the protective bubble around them. That left the job of taking down the Slaver up to Marcus. Or so he thought. The bullets impacting into the Slaver took Marcus slightly by surprise before he remembered there were two others staying behind who were covering with guns.

The Slaver seemed surprised himself as Marcus ran up to him and follow the shots up with blows of his own, even staggering back as Marcus got a couple of good hits in. Marcus swore in his native tongue as he continued his attacks against the stallion, though more cautious this time as he had lost the element of surprise.

(Continuing attacks against Hopscotch. Unarmed 60, 2x Kicks with Iron Shoes = 16 AP used. 14 Remains)

As soon as the mare was confirmed dead, ale sweeped his rifle over to the earth pony, just in time to witness him beat the ever loving crap out of sanctity. "And that's why you shouldn't use a .22." he thought to himself. Ale was about to open fire on the buck, when marcus engaged him in a melee, and inadvertently put himself in the way of ale's shot. "Damn it mustachio." he cursed under his breath.

This was a good chance to relocate however. While the slaver was otherwise occupied, ale could move to a better location. While still crouched, he made his way over to the other two diamond dogs and the dead mare before stopping at a location with a clear line of sight. He raised his rifle and took careful aim. Once he was sure he wasn't going to hit marcus he would sqeeze the trigger, and hopefully put an end to this little encounter.

(Changing location-5 AP, Sneaking-10 AP, Sneak attack on hopscotch with hunting rifle-15 AP, Guns-60, sneak-49)

Xeshir finished reloading her rifle. She slunged it over her shoulder and began sprinting where Hopscotch was begin beaten into a pulp by Marcus, not that he didn´t deserve it if he was a slaver, but he would be of far more use alive than with his skull caved in. "DON´T KILL HIM!" She shouted as she galloped where Marcus was. If she tried to finish him off she would tackle him, but she hoped it didn´t come to that.

(Loading x4 .357 rounds into Cowpony Repeater. 8 AP. Use whatever amount of AP is required to gallop where Hopscotch and Marcus are. Tackling the zebra if he tries to finish Hopscotch off. Unarmed 53.)

Ginger moved quickly, scooting across the wasteland as he tried to set up in a new position, hopefully away from the slaver’s eyes. He was unsuccessful in finding a good hiding spot, but raised his rifle in his magic and took aim, nonetheless. He found an opportunity and squeezed the trigger, and his patience was rewarded as the bullet struck the slaver’s side.

Searching the dead unicorn mare, Viktor found her cowpony repeater and a couple pawfuls of bullets. Her leather barding was a bit damaged from bullet fire, but appeared to be serviceable; he could perhaps make use of it if he wanted to spend time stripping the dead mare. As he was appraising the barding’s quality, he spotted something small and glassy poking out of an inside pocket; he pulled it out, and found it to be a small, light blue gemstone attached to some piece of strange gadgetry, though he hadn’t a clue where to even begin guessing what it might be.

As Mek complained at the more alive diamond dog before him, his indignant thrashings produced a loud pinging of shattered links, enough that the chains noisily slid off his arms.

Hopscotch gritted his teeth. His armour was taking a fair punishment, but the slowly growing crimson on his body told a tale of increasingly dire injury. Fending off Marcus’ attack, he carefully struck back, his first strike scoring a blow, his second missing. He jumped back, dropping into a guarded stance, awaiting the expected counterattack.

Marcus was, of course, quick to respond, and ducked in close to Hopscotch to deliver a savage blow, which the earth pony unfortunately managed to parry slightly, making the attack merely bruising rather than bone-breaking. But a swipe with his metal hooves caught his chin, sending the earth pony reeling.

Before he could press his growing advantage, Xeshir tackled him and split the fighters apart. Their bruised and bleeding adversary took the moment of confusion to turn and start galloping away.

Marcus’ health is at 231.
Sanctity’s health is at 166.
Hopscotch is seriously injured.

Viktor finds:

• A cowpony repeater
  
• A few pawfuls of .357 rounds
  
• A weird gadget thing with a small gem attached to it

Xeshir quickly got off Marcus and whispered a hurried "Sorry." As she began to gallop after the bleeding slaver. If he knew stuff he had to be left alive, otherwise they would have to go blind into the slaver camp and that certainly wasn´t a good choice. "DON´T KILL HIM! PIN HIM DOWN!" She yelled as she tried to close the distance and hopefully be able to do as she said.

(Running after Hopscotch. AGI 8. LUCK 5. Unarmed 60 to tackle and pin him down. Using all remaining AP to dodge if he tries to attack.)

"Oh for celestia's sake." Ale muttered as he watched the earthpony begin to flee. He looked down at his rifle and chambered the last round in the mag. Raising the rifle he took aim at the slaver, ready to cripple his leg should the zebra mare have trouble catching him.

( Firing to cripple hopscotch's leg if Xeshir fails her roll.)

Mad Mek feels the cold chains that had been holding him back slowly slide off of his wrists. Giving a toothy grin (as toothy as a ghoul can manage) to Viktor, he slowly stood up and flexed his arms, eager to use them. He noted that Viktor had not found any of his equipment on Marigold, so he figured Hopscotch must be the one carrying his gauntlets, gun, and knife. The same Hopscotch that was running away.
"Oy! Get back 'ere, ya four legged git! I need to ask ya sumfin!" He bellowed in his rough voice as he started to dig towards Hopscotch. The hard grey soil felt slightly new to him, not having been underground in a very long time. Town life'll do that to you he mused in his head as the cold ground flew past his head.

Digging towards Hopscotch in an attempt to capture him (STR 10 PER 7)

Marcus coughed as he felt the Slaver trade blows with him, but continued to press forward with his attacks, determined to finish him off. That was when he heard a voice screaming, "DON'T KILL HIM!" causing Marcus to turn his head briefly before being tackled to the ground. He lay there dazed for a few moments, hearing a brief "sorry" come from his assailant before the figure jumped off him and ran away, continuing her screams of "DON'T KILL HIM! PIN HIM DOWN!"

Marcus blinked away his daze and looked around, seeing the Slaver running away, being chased by... Xeshir? She was the one who was tackling and pleading him not to kill the Slaver?

Marcus gave a huff and stood up to start running after her and the Slaver. Why would Xeshir want the Slaver alive? It's not as if he deserved to live or had anything to-

Marcus blinked as a revelation hit him. Information. They would need information about the Slaver camp, and unless the other Slaver was still alive, this one was their best bet at attaining said information.

With new resolve, Marcus ran to cut off the Slaver and stop him in his tracks.

(Standing up, 12 AP. 18 AP remains. Using as much AP as necessary to pass Hopscotch and cut him off. Unarmed 60. STR 4. LCK 6)

Health = 231

Sanctity turned and looked at the unicorn, tilting his head to the side slightly to indicate his annoyance as he screwed the top back onto the flask and placed it back into his packs.

"I just got hurt, so I'm drinking, yeah. Unless you happen to have some Med-X in that pack of yours, I'll stick to mah drink, thank you." He said calmly, before turning back to watch the fight, wishing there was something he could do to help as they cornered the survivor. It was a good idea actually, seeing as how they had no idea as to the location of the main slaver camp, though he wasn't sure how well these ponies could interrogate her. He cou-

No. Bad thoughts.

Sanctity shook his head slightly to clear his mind, before returning his attention to the surrounding, trying to make sure there were no more ponies watching them, or other threats around that might interfere with the groups plans.

[PER 6, Survival 30]

Diesel smiled a little when he spotted the gem, quickly he grabbed it and stashed it away in one of his pockets. As he was reaching for the gun and bullets he heard the distinct sounds of chains snapping. Turning around just in time he saw Mek digging into the earth, cursing under his breath he quickly finished stripping the mare down and stashing everything into his bag.

As soon as he finished he jumped down into Meks hole and started to chase after him. That dog is a wild card and needs to be controlled before he does something reckless like killing the stallion. The second he spotted the ghoul he was going to tackle him and hold him down.

(taking everything off of Marigold, Chasing after Mek using his own hole; Str 11 Per 5, Tackling Mek if spotted; Str 11 Unarmed 50)

Sanura snorted, she maintained the shield for a little bit longer as the other pony dashed off with so many others trailing behind in pursuit. Since it seemed the fight had mostly passed save for the chasing she would let the shield flicker and then thin out until it became nothing. "Please, you look just fine after that potion." she said, and unless stopped she'd even turn to let that light flare over her horn again and turned to face him more intently now, dipping her head and passing her horn low over where he'd been struck to flood his side with a warm glow before standing back up and trotting a few steps ahead, "Just in case though... but now you have to give up the flask." she said with a grin.

[Dropping shield, casting heal to top up Sanc, max heal of 50HP possible, 11/31 AP]

Xeshir quickly jumped to her hooves alongside Marcus, and they began chasing the fleeing slaver. He had a decent lead, and Marcus trod on a stone, killing his pace, but Xeshir slowly gained on him. It seemed as though it would come down to endurance; that is, until a bullet struck the ground between the slaver’s forehooves – he hopped in startlement, slowing him down enough for Xeshir to tackle him and pin him to the ground.

After a momentary struggle, the slaver sighed and simply gave up. Either he knew he was done for, or he was simply too tired and wounded from the fight, but he didn’t put up much more than a token resistance.

A few moments later, the diamond dog ghoul erupted from the ground next to them, menace in his eyes, before realising that his erstwhile captor had already been subdued.

Viktor quickly stashed the easily removed items from Marigold, but her armour would take quite a bit longer, and chasing the ghoul was more of a priority now. He dropped the mare, turned, and dove down the fresh tunnel. He followed the tunnel’s length, scooping away the odd piece of earth to expedite his passage, until he reached its terminus. He leapt from the tunnel and into the sunlight, spreading his arms and legs as he plummeted onto Mek in a parody of a bodyslam.

Standing near Sanura, Sanctity took a look across the expanse of wasteland in search of any other threats; it appeared to be as devoid of life as usual, except for the fight occurring before him. As he scouted, Sanura dropped her shield, trotted over to Sanctity and healed him.


Sanctity is on full health.

Xeshir looked at Hopscotch right in his eyes. "Before you start screaming about disemberment and torture, we aren´t raiders, and we aren´t going to kill you." She then disarmed him of his iron hooves and turned to the others, still keeping the slaver pinned. "Does someone have something was can use to tight him up?" Her eyes turned to the groups medic. "Sanura, if he´s too badly injuried could you stabilize him?"

(Disarming Hopscotch from his weapons.)

Sanctity groaned as Sanura's magic began to work on his side. It wasn't as much that it hurt, but it felt like it should hurt as pieces of his body squirmed around and reattached or came apart. It was for the better though and with the alcohol and magic flowing through him, he felt almost completely normal.

Then, she asked for his flask. His face suddenly changed from a small thankful smile to a grimace. He reached out with his magic, closing it around the flask to keep it in place as he looked at the unicorn.

"No." He said defensively, before turning away and trotting towards the rest of the group, who had congregated around what was probably the slaver, whilst keeping his magical grasp on the flask.