Caravan Co. of the West (CLOSED)

Swift smiled at her kill and quickly checked it over for any loot she could find before diving back underground. She used her tremor sense to try and find the others raiders while she reloaded her pistol and checked her loot.

(Looting the body then going back underground and using tremor sense to detect the next closest raider. AP 30 PER 4)

Tiberius didn't much care for the loss of some junk as the raider exploded into giblets from the grenade the corpse was thrown ontop of. From here, disregarding the chunks of raider everywhere, Tiberius would look for a way up onto the rooftops so he could deal with the ponies up there on this side. If he'd have to go to ground to find more raiders, he would.

Before the second raider had even stopped gurgling, Jackpot was already moving on to the next. He decided to say on the surface, as digging would require him to sheathe his weapons. He dashed towards the next closest raider that wasn't being shot at by his companions. While bullets didn't hurt him as much as they would have, they still did damage no matter if they were fired from an enemies gun or an allies. He did his best to stay quiet as he approached the raider from behind, hoping the thunder of the gunshots would cover his footsteps as he prepared for a vicious strike with both axes.

Dust settled around the body of the griffon Rhodu, a few bullets still skipping off the chunked up pavement he was resting on. An excited yelp came from the raider who had just gotten the first kill before he was quickly sniped by Ol' Dusty's trusty repeater. The griffon was dead.

(Rolled for outcome) Midnight Sky popped a round into the raider with an injured hoof. The raider let out a wheeze as his lung was punctured by the round, then toppled over the side of the roof down into the street and landing near Mixtape and Amnesia where they battled the insane raider. However, since Midnight decided to snap out from behind his cover and go after the raider who was the least threat instead of killing one who was shooting at him, he received a bullet in the chest as well from one of the other raiders. The 9mm round pierced his chest and went straight through the back, thankfully missing vital organs but still putting the unicorn in a tremendous amount of pain.

(Rolled for outcome) Amnesia's punch hit the raider but skipped off of his jaw, sending a jolt of pain through her ankle as it twisted in a bad direction. It was not crippled, but hurt none the less. Still snapping at her and trying to take a bite out of her neck, the raider was fended off for a brief moment as she did get ahold of her gun and managed to pound a shot through the bottom if his jaw and severing his spinal cord. The large raider stallion's body slumped down on top of the mare.

Suddenly, another two raiders charged toward Mix and Amnesia, both wielding melee weapons. One was holding a shovel in his teeth, and the other had a baseball bat filled with nails. However, as they made their approach a loud shot rang out and the pony with the shovel's head exploded, spattering brains and gore across the ground behind where he was standing and on the raider next to him. The other raider froze, and stared on in disbelief before turning and running away, leaving his nail-filled bat behind. Standing near Amnesia and Mix was Feather Dancer, the barrel of her sniper rifle smoking.

"You two okay?" she asked, moving to help Amnesia push the dead raider off of her. Further down the street, the other raiders could be seen turning and running as well. Most of their comrades down, they figured it was a lost cause. The raiders on the roof by Midnight noticed as well, and began to run after them along the rooftops and jumping down at the end of the stretch.

Tiberius would look out to spot no more raiders on the roof near him, only the two on the roof with Midnight and those below in the street. However, as they began to retreat, it hardly seemed important.


Swift searched the body of the fallen raider and found the 9mm pistol she had been using, but no spare ammo other than the clip in the gun itself already. Also on the raider's body was some Dash, and a fragmentation grenade shaped like a OD green colored apple.

Jackpot rose up behind the raider, ready to dice him to pieces. As the raider noticed the shadow suddenly envelope his small structure, he turned and looked up at him. The raider let out a cry of terror and began to tremble in fear. Before Jack could swing his hatchets and deliver a finishing blow, the small unicorn stallion threw down his rifle and took off like a rocket, galloping off in a random direction. Other raiders noticed as well, and followed his lead by turning from their cover and retreating off into the wastes.

As Fea's shots rang out, one managed to strike the raider she had been throwing shots back and forth with in the right flank. The raider let out a shriek and fell over, but then as he noticed his fellow raiders turning and running, he too stood up and limped after them.

Sublime traded shots with the raider, delivering no more shots to her and vice verse. After a few moments, the raider stopped firing and fell over. She had bled out from the shot to the heart.

As the raiders began to run, Rodney turned and fired into their direction. He managed to mow three fleeing enemies before they went out of range from his massive weapon. It lacked the accuracy to shoot that far.



Rhodu was killed by a raider.
Midnight killed a raider. Midnight was dealt a crit hit to the chest. Midnight's torso crippled by a raider.
Amnesia killed one raider via headshot.
Sublime killed one raider.
Ol' Dusty killed one raider.
Feather Dancer killed one raider.
Rodney killed three raiders.
Fea crippled one raider's torso.

All remaining raiders fled the battle.



After the fighting, Rodney set his weapon to safety. Ol' Dusty lowered his repeater and stood in the back of the wagon, and Half Stitch quickly holstered his SMG and began to look for anypony needing medical attention.

"That's that," Rodney grumbled, watching the fleeing raiders disappear into the landscape.

Half Stitch noticed the griffon Rhodu on the ground, and quickly ran to his side. He rolled him over onto his back, and examined the lacerations on his side and underside. He moved his hooves over his body, and moved to place his hoof on the griffon's neck under his jaw. Feeling no pulse, Half Stitch lowered his head in respect, then pulled out a blanket from his bag and placed it over the fallen merc's upper body and face.

"He's dead," he reported to the others. "Is anypony injured?" he asked, standing up and looking amongst the others.

Ol' Dusty raised his head some and looked upon the dead griffon from his wagon and let out a huff. "Dumb bird brain; one less paycheck," the ghoul rasped, then began to reload his repeater.

Amnesia flicked her wrist with a snap, looking down at the dead raider. There it was. Her first kill. Looking down rather sadly upon the corpse, she couldn't help but think, Did he have a family? Foals? A... special somepony? She turned away in an effort to clear her head. "Yes ma'am, I'm fine," she said to Feather.

As Amnesia looked around, the raiders were retreating. A rather intelligent choice. They had emerged as victors, but it came with a price, as victories tend to. She watched the green pony cover up the dead heap of griffin on the ground. Turning back to Feather, Amnesia couldn't help but notice the mark on her flank. It was strikingly similar... no identical to the ones on her. What is that? What does it mean? Where did we get it from? Is it just a coincidence? She decided to keep quiet about it, but that was going to bug her for a while.

She returned her attention to Feather Duster. "Orders? Ma'am?"

Midnight Sky fell back after getting shot in the chest, he could not believe he was struck in a near vital area, trying to keep calm and yell for help while trying to stop his bleeding at the same time. Firing from behind the cover he would try to take out the remaining raider. He would now try and get back to the group while still trying to keep the bleeding to a minimum. If a dead raider was around him he would loot the body still while trying to get to Feather or someone to help him. He would See Amnesia and yell to get her attention, holding hid wound carefully

Swift rose up out of the ground and looked around at everyone and walked over to a few of the dead bodies and stared down at one in particular, Rhos. She bowed her head in respect before starting to dig a hole in the earth. She digs it about five by five before hopping out and looking at the others "Let's say a few words before we put him in the grave."

Amnesia spun around and saw Midnight on the ground. "Excuse me..."
She galloped to him and kneeled down to his side. "Alright, calm down, calm down. Let me see what we've got here." She moved his hoof over gingerly and examined the wound. Doesn't look like any major damage.... Went through left of the sternum, passed above the lung and... out under his shoulderblade. Lucky he didn't get hit in anything major. But I don't think he should be in any fighting for a while....

"It's a through-and-through, your gonna be alright in no time. Just some disinfectant, a couple of bandages and a healing potion and you'll be good as new." She looked back around. "Anypony got a healing potion, maybe some bandages!?"

[Medic, 45]

Jackpot stood to assess the damage. Dead raiders were scattered everywhere, and It looked like the strange griffin that had fallen from the sky had met his end, too, and a messy one at that. He padded over to crater made by the grenade, examining the corpse. regrettably, it didn't look like he had anything of value so the undead dog didn't bother to loot him. Turning to head back to the wagons, he stumbled slightly. Looking down, he saw the griffins dismembered foreleg, blown off just past the elbow. Grinning, Jackpot picked it up and examined it for a moment. Turning to face the raiders, he held the gory limb just above the stump in one paw and used the other to pry up the middle talon and point it skyward in a time-honoured gesture of dislike.

"Yeah, Keep running! We see you again and you'll get a bullet in the flank and an axe in the throat!"

Mixtape got up and and kicked the already dead raider. "Thats right you filthy...!" Me stopped and realized Midnight had been hit by a whizzing bullet and Amnesia had stopped to help.

Mix raced over to Amnesia and Midnight "Hmmm... you could always use a spare cloth to cover the wound with." Mix then hands Amnesia an old cloth to cover Midnight's wound.

Putting away her Varmint Rifle Whitefeather looked around, checking on everybody, when her eyes came upon the unmoving black mass upon the ground it didn't take long for her to figure out he had passed, she shot up and over her friend speeding beside Swift as she dug his grave when she wanted some words she was brought back to his words upon first meeting. "He's with his Friends, family, and Village now" she hand no other cares for him, she barely knew him and as such little worry should be spent on him, he was released from the pain the wastes held and as such he was the lucky one in a way. "All is well on my part" she announced to Half Stitch a smile in his direction passing him as she sauntered her way back over to Rodney waiting for the orders to either stay or move to see if Feather needed any help.

Sublime crawled weakly out from under the wagon and trotted slowly over to the car the raider she had killed was behind. As she walked slowly around the side, afraid of what she would see, she spotted her. The dead raider, caked in dirt and crap and old blood, wearing a sadist helmet and armor fashioned from leather, plates of metal, and tires, was laying dead in a pile of her own blood. One bullet passed through the plates and into her heart. It only took about sixty seconds for her to bleed to death.

Sub's eyes filled with tears, and she moved a hoof to cover her quivering lips. She had never killed anypony! Ever! She had grown up in the Steel Ranger bunker where she had learned plenty about killing, but she was always more like the scribes than the warriors; a seeker of knowledge, not a seeker of violence.

She leaned down, and while dripping tears whispered "I'm sorry..." to the dead raider. She sniffed, and wiped the tears from her eyes before turning back to the rest of the group. She would have to shove her guilt into the back of her mind and ignore it if she didn't want to be left behind.

Instead, she suddenly realized thankfully she had to focus more on the pain in her ribcage rather than that. She had completely forgotten about the foreign object lodged in between two of her ribs. She let out a shout and fell over to her side, whimpering some at the pain. Such great, great pain! She had never experienced something quite like it in all her days.

Feather Dancer looked up at the ceiling where Midnight was shot. "Get him down here, we're moving shortly" she ordered Amnesia at her request. She used her wing to open her saddle bag and dug her muzzle in in search of something. A moment later she retrieved a flare gun. She pointed it toward the sky and shot one flare off into the darkening sky.

Roughly five-hundred yards down the road, Dusty watched the ghoul diamond dog as he used the bird's arm to flip the bird to the raiders. He let out a long, winded, typical dusty old man laugh which sounded like his throat was dry as the Mohoofe desert. "He's usin' the bird's arm ta flip the bird!" he cackled, rolling to his back and almost falling over. He liked this diamond dog....... but not much.

A moment later after he managed to catch his brath, Dusty peered up and spotted the flare go up and burn brightly. "That means the coast is clear- everypony saddle up now," he ordered, standing in the wagon and moving to his seat.

"Ya got thirty seconds ta bury him or whatever ya wanna do, then we're goin'."

Half Stitch noticed blood on Swift's shoulder and trotted over to her. "Are you hurt? I can look at that real quick," he said, looking up at the female diamond dog, realizing this was the first time of all the times in the Wasteland when he's seen a female diamond dog.

Then he looked up as Sublime fell noisily to her side, clearly in pain. He glanced back over to Swift, and waited for her input; clearly thinking he should help the wounded unicorn first, the one who's wounds were evidently so horrible she noticed them and was actually making painful noises and couldn't stand as a result.

Midnight Sky's pain was going away as they stopped the bleeding, he would look around for a moment," so i guess we scared those pussies away,to bad i wanted experiment on one of them maybe take their appendix or their heart," chuckling he would at amnesia," thank i appreciate this," with a grin. he did not smile often but his grin would be the next best thing as they began to move.

"Thanks Mix."
Amnesia looked at Midnight puzzled as she finished wrapping him up. Experiments?

"Yeah it's no problem. Alright you're good, on your feet soldier, we're outta here." She helped him up and led him back to Feather. She looked down at a dead raider on her way back and paused. Should I loot him? Isn't that just... wrong? He's dead... Nah I'll need everything I can get. Amnesia conducted a quick search through the raiders belongings, half expecting to find something, half to come up empty hoofed.

Feather Dancer was about ready to head back to the caravan when Midnight stopped uncontrolably bleeding. Mix put Night's forearm over his shoulder and tried to lift him off the ground. "C'mon buddy, once we get you outta here, we'll get you to that nice Doc at the caravan. He'll patch you up and we'll be on the road in no time." Mix said as he helped Midnight up.

Mix then went over to the raider he kicked in the gut and looked at him. "Hmmm.....lets see what you have to offer." Mix then searches the raider for anything worth value.

[searching raider for valuables]

Swift shook her head at Half Stitch "Go handle the unicorn." She turned towards Jack and barked "Hey help me bury this thing real quick." She tried to toss him in but couldn't, "Hurry up Jack." She knew she would regret this but she needed the help.

Jackpot shrugged, the talon flopping in his paw in a morbidly comical fashion. "alright, coming..."

He walked over to the corpse and grabbed a limb that was still attached. Between the two of them, they managed to drag the dead griffin over to the shallow grave. Jackpot dropped the body by the edge, planted his foot on it, and gave it a shove. The mass of bloody feathers tumbled into the pit and landed with a wet thump. Rising, Jackpot reached up over his shoulder and vigorously ran the talon up and down over a spot between his shoulders with a relieved sigh.

"ahhh, much better... This thing makes a great backscratcher. That spot has been bugging me for so long." once he finished with that, he raised the limb in a mock salute, the limp talon smacking against his forehead. Casually tossing it in after the mangled griffin, Jackpot turned to Swift. "Well, burying him is on you. Have fun." He pivoted and trotted back to the wagons, giving a nod to the other ghoul.

Tiberius saw that the raiders were fleeing now and he returned to the group silently, almost appearing out of no where. "Have fun with that?" He asked almost sarcastically to Midnight, gesturing to the wounded unicorn's body. "That is why stealth is a very useful tool, prevents you from getting injured as badly." He then looked at Feather Dancer, and just raised a brow at her shooting the flare. That could attract more than just the other half of the group...

Midnight would stand up and walk with Mix as Tiberius would walk by with his smartass comment," as a matter of fact i am this feels so damn good, it makes me want to do it to someone else maybe you," giving him a wide grin and a crazy look. Pain did not mean anything to him right now for he has already felt pain worse than this. Looking as he walked away," stealth means nothing if they can detect you by other means, a smart pony especially a smart unicorn would see you without looking at you," as he laughed aloud but then stopped so that Feather would not yell at him...

Feather stood nearby, tucking her flare gun into her bag. She knew what she was doing. Tiberius had nothing to worry about. Feather could take the horns off a deathclaw at three-hundred yards, she was not concerned about a few more raiders seeing the flare. Though stupid as pride can be, she was all too confident in her abilities to be concerned.

"Who says you need to be a unicorn?" she asked rhetorically, tugging on her bag some with her wing before settling them at her sides.

Amnesia found found a shovel and a beer on the raider's body. Mixtape found a .357 revolver which appeared to be so mistreated, it may explode the next time it was fired. He also found six rounds for it, and a... spoon?


As the caravan once more began to move, Ol' Dusty took a look back at the ghoul diamond dog as he nodded, and gave him a quick scowl. "Let's move, ya cocky, undead monkey," he rasped, still sounding as grumpy and old as ever. He then took the reigns weakly in what levitation power his broken horn could provide and have them a hard whip.

"EEYAH!" he cried at the brahim.

"Ol' Dusty, I will kick your dusty unicorn ass," one of the brahim's heads quipped back.

"Ahh shut it, ya dumb goat," Dusty joked as the wagon began to move.

Half Stitch wandered over to Sublime's side and knelt down beside her. "Just lay still for a moment, I'm going to look at it," he explained, placing his hooves on her side and leaning in to inspect the wound.

"The bullet is still in there, its lodged between two rib bones. I'll need to yank it out." But then he scowled as the wagon began to move. "Hold tight, sister, I'm gonna put you on the wagon." His horn lit up and his magical field engulfed Sublime's body and lifted her up onto the wagon as it was moving.

Once on, he let go and climbed up in it with her. "Hold still, this may hurt," he cooed, using his magic to slowly pull the wound open and feeling the bullet inside. A quick yank later, it was freed, and he dropped it next to her. "See? Not so bad. Now let's bandage you up." With that, he began to pull some bandages and a healing potion out of his bag. Sub would be back to good in no time.

Rodney turned to Whitefeather as she returned to his side, happy again to see she was still among the living, but not showing it on the outside. He offered her a small nod, and nothing more.

looking at Feather he would chuckle," or of course if you are feather you would be able to find anybody, stealth or not," as he smiled. Not often did he give compliments but she was a force to be reckoned with and he knew it. He would await for the carriage to get there so he could get on and watch.

Swift shivered at the smell of Jack as he stood next to her but burst out laughing when he used the hand as a back-scratcher. She kept laughing as he walked away and crawled down into the grave "Such a waste of good meat." She looked around and saw no one around. She buried him before running after the group and walking behind the wagon.

Mix found the old revolver and cheered a little. Even though the revolver looked like it was about to fall apart in his hooves, he had hopes to fix it at the next town. Mix's eyes widened "What would a raider do with a spoon!?" Mix threw the spoon back at the dead heap of pony and put the revolver and ammo in his saddle bags.

Mixtape then trotted over to his pegasus friend, Amnesia, to see what she found. "A shovel! Those things are very useful out here." Mix then sees Dusty and the Caravan start to approach. "C'mon Amm, Gotta meetup with the rest over on the road."

Amnesia took the shovel and inspected it. It was a nice one, actually, A little smaller than the usual shovel but it'll work. A good find. Maybe I can sharpen this to a cutting edge. She continued rummaging and she found... a beer. Hm, wonder what it's like... Twisting off the cap, she gave it a whiff and recoiled. "Eugh! That smells... terrible..."

Hearing Mix call for her, she quickly packed up her findings and ran after the caravan. "On my way!"