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

Mek took one look at the newest hole in his body and frowned slightly. He wasted no time in tearing the broken silencer off and tossing it to the ground muttering "Stoopid piece 'a shit" as he threw it onto the ground. Seeing the Slaver attempting to get away, he threw himself in that direction, intent on getting his massive arms in his vicinity again. he raised his massive arms, slipped on his gauntlets, and aimed for the back of the slaver's head.

--- attempting to crush Slaver's head like an egg between a bodybuilder's thighs. 2 unarmed attacks w/gauntlets. (Unarmed 47, Str 12)

(Also, showing the numbers is really helpful. Seeing the numbers made me realize my signature is not properly level updated

Sanctity watched the scene, his breathing fast as kept a bead on the guard they were having trouble with. He wrapped his magic around the trigger and waited for a signal. They had him in their grasp now, but if he could wriggle even slightly out of their grasp, he'd make it to the door. Then it'd be game over for the whole mission. He calmed his breathing as much as me could and steadied his aim on the guards head.

[If the guard escapes their hold once more, firing 2 shots (16 AP), whilst trying to remain hidden (10 AP)]

(Also, really like the numbers. It makes me feel like we're all sitting round a table, begging the dice gods to be merciful, like in a true pen & paper RPG)

Marcus struggled to hold onto the guard and maintain his grip on the Slaver's neck. He had just worked his way back to maintaining his hold when he saw Mek barreling his way forward with murder in his eyes. Panicking, Marcus released his hold and scrambled away from the line of fire, having no desire to be anywhere near the enraged Ghoul.

(Stumbling off the Guard to get out of the way of Mek's attack, 5 AP. 25 AP remains)

Xeshir removed her hooves from the guards throat and turned to Hopscotch. "What? He's unconscious, not dead." She then heard the ruckus the others were causing and frowned. "Come on." She said as she signaled Hopscotch and rushed to the door, not before taking the guards rifle to prevent him from shooting if he ever woke up.

(Aiding the others in containing the guard if needed. Use information from previous post.)

Ale continued to hold his fire, "Come on guys, just snap his neck and be done with it." he whispered to himself. He still had the shot but with all of his companion now starting to converge on the slaver he didn't want to risk any friendly fire. He moved his cross-hair over to the door, there was still the possibility that all of this commotion would alert the ponies inside and ale wanted to be able to respond to a new threat as soon as possible. As he did this he saw sanctity lining up his shot on the first slaver. Not sure of the buck's intentions he held a hoof out in front of him, "Hold." he said simply "Give them a chance. Fire only when you have a clear shot." Ale's eyes darted between the slaver and the door to the building, it was not a long distance. Ale was ready to drop the slaver if he reached the door.

(Stats from last post, fireing on slaver if all others fail to kill/stop him. Alternatively Firing on any other slavers that come out to investigate.)

Diesel let out a growl as he saw Mek running at him and the slaver, there was no way he was going to let some pissed off ghoul screw this up. Waiting for the right moment he lifted one of his free legs up and vaulted Mek over them and onto the ground. Looking over at him he whipspered in a hush tone, "The mission is to hold him and keep him quite you blood thirsty mut!"

(kicking Mek away from killing the slaver; Str 11, Unarmed 60)

Viktor tried to push the buck to the ground. (Viktor unarmed: 22+30 = 52, 50+30 = 80, 8+30 = 38, 88+30 = 118) he managed a couple of solid blows, but nothing severe enough to put the buck out of action, and the guard continued to squirm, fighting for his life. He edged ever closer to the door, and even managed to place a hoof on the edge of the bottom step, causing the ponies with rifles to tighten their grips ever so slightly.

Marcus only just got out of the way as Mek came barreling through, a murderous glint in his dead eyes. (Mek unarmed: 49+23 = 72, 31+23 = 54) Grabbing the slaver’s head, he applied pressure. Viktor spotted the other diamond dog’s action and tried to kick him off, (Viktor unarmed: 21+30 = 51) but only managed to scrape along the ghoul’s side, failing to stop him. The slaver began screaming loudly before it cut short abruptly as his skull caved in with a dull crunch.

Hopscotch followed Xeshir, his face still not entirely convinced that the first guard was still alive. As they rounded the corner, they watched as Mek crushed the head of another guard.

Hopscotch skidded to a stop at the brutal scene, and whispered as loudly as he dared. “What the buck is wrong with you?! You’re a thug! A thug!” He turned to leave. “Nope, I don’t want any part of this anymore. I’ve got enough blood on my hooves.”

Ginger scanned the door (Ginger perception: 77+35 = 112). For now, nopony came out to investigate.

Mek: 221/280
Guard A: Unconscious
Guard B: Dead

Diesel got off the ground and stood directly above Mek. "Who the hell do you think you are Mek? The plan was to render them unconscious, not to kill them! I don't give two shits about his life, but Scotch did and he is the only reason we were able to get this far without being scene. Next time you leave the plan I am putting you down myself!" Shoving Mek off the slaver Diesel hosted him up and held Mek at eye level. It was seldom when Diesel ever stood straight up, but Mek was starting to push his luck. Standing at a max height of 7 feet tall he smirked as he saw Meks feet dangle. "Do you hear me you psychotic ghoul?" tossing him down Diesel didn't drop back down to his normal slouched position, he was intent on making sure Mad knew who was the alpha male among the dogs in the group.

Marcus didn't bother with reprimanding Diesel over his shouting at Mek, or the fact that he was angry over the death of the Slaver. He didn't even care that Hopscotch was making to leave. It was one more Slaver he didn't have to worry about.

What he did care about was the Slavers that undoubtedly heard the commotion of the Slaver screaming and Hopscotch and Diesel shouting. He rushed to the side of the door and waited for the Slavers inside to check out what the commotion was. Provided Ginger or Sanctity were unable to put down whoever came through, Marcus would follow up their shots with a series of kicks, intent on putting down the reinforcing guards as quickly as possible.

(Moving to wait by side of the door to attack possible reinforcements, 5 AP. Following up with three attacks with Iron Shoes on possible rienforcements, if necessary, 24 AP. 1 AP remains)

Mek rubbed his side idly, and his eyes widened in fear. the fear was not caused by Viktor (Mek couldn't give two shits about Viktor and his slaver defending ways). What had him scared was the wet feeling of blood on his snout. As if his inclement psychosis was waiting for its cue, his vision narrowed slightly. He wiped the blood off with a paw before he lost his mind.

Turning to Viktor, he opened his mouth, albeit he was a bit hard to understand given that he was whispering. "Shut yer fuckin' gob, Vikta. It was either kill 'im or let 'im get to da door, and in case ya didn' notice, yer zebra friend let 'im go. Thanks fer pointin' out da obvious, Vikta. it took ya dis long to figger out ah'z a diagnozed psychopath? ya fink ah like bein' a monster?" He spat out, walking up to Viktor.

Apparently, Viktor's smug grin meant he thought that a few inches (Five to be exact) made him better than Mek. Mek thought in his head that if Viktor ever got an energy weapon, it would "misfire" and melt his arms off. He completely ignored Hopscotch, and instead went to his wounds.

---eating two food items to regain health (crackers and apple slices). Moving dead Slaver's body out of the way of the door and burying it. Giving Viktor a death-stare the whole time.

Xeshir stared at Mek with wide eyes as the diamond dog ghoul killed the slaver. Fuck. That was most definitely NOT part of the plan.

She turned to Hopscotch as he started to leave and put one of her hooves on his back. "Hopscotch, you're going to have a lot more blood on your hooves unless you help us. We NEED you to distract the slavers while we fight Grace, otherwise we're going to have to fight both the minotaur and the slavers, and once Grace finally dies a lot of slavers, possible innocent ones, will have died. Do you WANT that?" She asked, her tone serious. She herself didn't want more blood than necessary on her hooves. She then turned to Mek with fury on her eyes. "Mek, I want you to dig another tunnel to where Ginger is located to reroute the freed there. Understood?" She said, almost grinding her teeth.

(Speech 65. Convincing Hopscotch to stay.)

Mek grunted indifferently and begun to dig the tunnel back to Ginger. He had time to think to himself on the way back, and also to talk to Rarity. "Ah just don't understand 'em, Rare. Yes....yes Ah know dat Ah coulda just knocked 'im out, but he woulda squealed. Besides, it'z a besotted Slaver. Ah dunno why everywun'z so damned hostile, Rare. At least you'z still wif me."

He finished his pseudo-conversation just as he surfaced next to Ginger, Sanctity, and Sanura. Coming about halfway out the tunnel, he pointed to the exit, muttered " slaves're comin' through 'ere in a bit" before diving back into the tunnel.

Sanura had mostly remained quiet the whole time she was there, largely because she was was just short of completely useless where she was save for maybe as a cheering crowd type... oh wait, drawing attention was probably a bad idea. She did what she was told though... narrowing her eyes at the scene she could vaguely see was developing in the distance and shaking her head when she saw Viktor try to pick up Mad Mek. Obviously something had happened but it seemed those two were always about to fight.

When Mad appeared next to them she'd jump slightly from the start, "Oh... alright, I'll be ready for them." she nodded, standing up and retreating a bit further down the hill so she'd be in sight of the entrance before the slaves would actually leave the tunnel, "Is everything okay down there, Mek?" she asked.

Ale let out a sigh when the others stopped the running slaver, rather bloodily. "At least we still have the element of surprise." ale said as he scanned the front of the building and saw no hint of a retaliation. When mek dug up from the ground he looked back to him and nodded, then he took the liberty of answering sanura's question for the ghoul as he'd seen the events through his scope. "Scar killed one of the slavers that was going to alert the others, old vik didn't seem to like it. I swear that dog is a bigger threat then the slavers." Ale looked over to the two unicorns at his side, "You two go regroup with the others, they'll need you down there a lot more than up here. I'll look after the rescued slaves." He looked back through his scope to the door of the building and saw that marcus was already stacking up on it.

(Same stats, keeping an eye on the door and firing if slaver comes out and marcus fails.)

Sanura winced just a bit as Ginger spoke up for Mek before she'd nod, "Well... it's a fight, bound to kill somepony." she said mostly to herself before she'd pull in a deep breath and smile at Mek before she'd start off into the Tunnel as she was told, "Let's get moving then, see what kind of good we can do." as she trotted off toward the other half of the party at a brisk pace, her horn lighting up with that pale pink glow so she and anypony behind her could see. Making sure the meager supplies were still on the tops of her saddlebags before picking up her pace, she didn't know when the other half was going to move after all. Didn't want to take too long.

Mek heard some trotting come up behind him, and recognized the faint pink glow of Sanura's horn coming from behind him. He smiled, Sanura being the only pony who hasn't said anything bad about him or chewed him out for killing a slaver. " 'Ello, Sanura. Reckon ya can fix me up real quick?" He softly asked her, showing her the hole in his hand and the scrape on his side. "Ya don'....hate me for killin' dat slaver do ya? If ah didn', he might 'ave made it to da door..."

Something in him told him he had disappointed Sanura when he killed that slaver. In his eyes, he had prevented the slaver from alerting the others, and....and the crunch the slaver's skull made as it imploded onto the steps was pretty satisfying. His smile grew slightly as he replayed the sound in his head. ("No, please n-CrUnCh!)

Sanctity readjusted his aim on Vik for a moment when he started squaring up to Mad. If he was willing to blow stealth just to have a go at the ghoul, he'd take him down. Thankfully, Mad took himself out of the equation and resurfaced near them, so he re-trained the sights on the door at roughly head height, just in case somepony decided to pay the guards a visit. He didn't remove his vision from the sight as Mad burst from the ground, but turned to Ginger as he spoke.

"You sure Sanura wouldn't be better suited up here? I mean, somepony who can look after injured slaves'd be best with the slaves, rather than in the middle of a gunfight" He said quietly as he got up and looked down the hole Mek had dug warily. He decided not to comment on it, but he wasn't particularly looking forwards to travelling through it.

Unfortunately, it seemed Sanura didn't hear him and set off down the hole with Mad. He sighed and trotted behind them silently as they talked. He was half tempted to tell them to either kiss or shut up, but he decided against it given the events of last night.

Sanura had wanted to be in the middle of it, relieved really when it was suggested that she should go down into the fray of things. While she might've been able to heal or console escaped slaves here, if things with rough with the party it would be a long gallop to get into a position where she could support the ponies in the way of the most harm. Besides, she could help out before the slaves entered the tunnel as well.

"I don't want us to have to kill ponies, Mek, but we are ourselves at risk. I know things aren't going to go according to plan." she shook her head, "Besides, maybe you saved some of the others inside by not letting him alert the rest of the compound, there's nopony to save after they start shooting at us right? Then it's just us or them." Sanura hoped to save everypony she could of course but she wasn't stupid, at least it hadn't been another slave who turned out was in the process of being freed by somepony who loved her.

That brightness in her horn faded away though when he asked her ot heal him, leaving the tunnel dark for a moment, "Careful." she called out, knowing Sanc was behind them as the warmer glow of the pale pink aura around her horn showed itself in the shadows as she passed it near the ghoul's paw and then enveloped the wounds. A feeling akin to a warmth followed by a sharp, almost unpleasant tingle surrounding the holes for a few seconds as they started to close up before that aura would creepy from his paw to his side, spreading the sensations there as well.

"Just remember though," she said as she lit her horn back up to that brilliant torch it'd been before, "I'll be there to watch up close and judge you personally this time." she gave a smile, perhaps slightly feeble but genuine, and most importantly teasing. There was going to be more killing and blood, but right now she had her job in the party, they all had to make it back alive and this time they weren't overwhelming a couple of ponies out in the open, this was a potentially very dangerous assault. Things were going to go wrong. Of course she had no idea the joy he seemed to find what'd happened so far, she might've been unknowingly urging him into a rampage by trying to justify what he'd done. Definitely not her intent though.

[Heal spell, 50HP]

Mek ejected some air from his lungs as the hole in his hand sealed itself. Rather than feeling tingly, he just felt the familiar warmth of regeneration. This feeling was not new to him, and he recalled the countless days back in Stableton where he would sit in his shack and bask in his radioactive room, feeling his body shift as the radiation caused his flesh to extend itself over wounds and his bones to knit back together. He silently wished he was in his shack.

He nodded at Sanura and gave her a smile. The exit of the hole appeared in front of him, and he shielded his eyes from the light as he emerged. He took one look at Marcus by the door, and wondered if he should take a position by the door. Remembering his blunder with the newly deceased slaver, he decided to just stand behind Marcus and back him up if he failed.

----assisting Marcus if he fails to knock out slaver reinforcements. 3 unarmed attacks (Non-lethal) (Str 12, Unarmed 55)

Diesel nodded as he waited for the group to go inside, he started to shift on his feet uneasily. It had been a long time since he had actually got a fight he couldn't handle on his own. He was starting to get excited at the idea of fighting the Minotaur, though he had no idea what to expect of it. Looking around he wondered what they were even talking about to not be going in yet.

Marcus waited near the door, his body taut with restrained energy. He could hear vague noises from inside, but nothing came out to face the group.

As Mek ate the food items he’d looted from Hopscotch earlier, Sanura healed the ghoul back to fighting condition. After receiving care from Sanura, he went to stand next to Marcus and they both waited for nothing to burst out of the door. It remained closed.

(Xeshir speech: 13+32 = 45) Hopscotch paused when Xeshir placed the hoof on his shoulder and gave her a dark look. He was clearly unhappy with what he had seen from Mek. “Oh, now you’re worried about innocent ponies? Marigold died so you could save that dead dog. He’s worse than any slaver. Maybe even worse than Grace.”


Mek: 280/280
Guard A: Unconscious
Guard B: Dead

Diesel gave a smirk as he overheard what Scotch was saying. He couldn't have agreed more about Mek, ever since he showed up the group got sent into hell. They hadn't gotten along at all, maybe it wasn't him, but the point was he showed up and it started. After a while he stood down and sat looking around at the group he took some time to go and fiddle with his gauntlet one last time before they went in. Lifting one ear he waited to see how the rest of Scotchs conversation went.

Mek paused in his thoughts. the hand that was supported against the wall of the building came down and formed a fist, his head turning to face Hopscotch. Hopscotch had just compared him to a minotaur who was responsible for the ruining of many lives. Mek had only killed one slaver, and as far as he knew, everyone in the group despised him for it. A deep, unnatural sounding growl came from his lower throat as he tunred his entire body to face Hopscotch, fists clenched and teeth bared. He was quite capable of charging over there and tearing his legs off. The murder was visible in his eyes like a bomb. All it needed was a trigger, one more little spark, and Hopscotch would be returning to whatever family he had left in six different boxes.

Catching Sanura in the corner of his eye, he turned away from Hopscotch and changed his position, grumbling angrily as he stood in front of the door, preparing to breach it. "Oy, you all ready?" he quietly asked, inspecting the door as he talked.

---inspecting the door to see how easily broken it is and using tremor sense to detect anyone by the door. (Per 7 for both)

Marcus leaned his ear up against the door to the building, trying to find out what the vague noises were. He kept most of his attention away from the group, only being vaguely aware of Mek looming next to him. The inside of the building was what was important now, as well as getting in, something they'd eventually need to do.

At Mek's question of if he was ready, Marcus gave a slight nod, continuing to keep himself pressed against the wall. He kept himself poised for if one of the Slavers did come out to the door so that he wouldn't be caught unprepared. If a Slaver were to come out before Marcus or Mek could find out what was inside, Marcus would attempt to drag the Slaver to the side and choke it to take it out without other Slavers hearing too much of a commotion.

(Listening for activity or voices inside the building. PER 5. If Slaver comes through the door Marcus will attempt to drag the Slaver away and choke him, Unarmed 60, STR 4)

Ale glanced around, he was now alone on the hill overlooking the compound. The rest of his group was down there preparing to take the place by storm with or without slaver boy. Ale kept the rifle trained on the door, ready to act if he needed to. As he waited his mind started to wonder. He thought about how many slaves could be in that building and the shape they must be in? Slavers were not exactly know for their hospitality. And while on that subject how many slavers in there where like hopscotch, how many would surrender when grace was dead? Ale started to take a mental count of his ammo supply, he wouldn't have enough for everypony. As he counted he remembered the mustard colored pony that they were asked to save, would he surrender? An image came to ale's mind, a young navy blue mare, her face filled with hope as she saw the group return to stableton. He saw the hope on her face die as she did a head count. "Where, where's my brother?" she would ask as tears start to form in her eyes. Ale shook his head, casting the image away. "No." he thought "No more pointless deaths, two things when i get back, silencer, and rubber bullets." Ale looked back through his scope with a new resolve, from her on, every shot, excluding the ones to grace, would be non-lethal, they could sort out who was good or not when they were no longer a threat.

(Guns 60, sneak 49, firing non-lethal shot at slaver reinforcements if others fail to dispose of them quietly)