Caravan Co. of the West (CLOSED)

Tiberius nodded and promptly followed, attempting to keep up with Feather Dancer until he could see the signs of raider territory.

Huffing almost silently, Tiberius slipped off from the group and gripped the knife between his teeth, sticking low and moving silently as he went. Heading towards the raiders by following Feather Dancer with his eyes to track where she headed, also listening out for sounds whilst he moved, waiting until he could hear the raiders doing their raidery things.

Amnesia immediately followed her. "Yes ma'am!"
She had no idea what she was getting in to. The little mare had never fought anypony in her life, much less killed somepony. She didn't know how, but she had one thought.

I'll have to learn... or die.

Jackpot clambered up to the top of one of the wagons, peering around. He pivoted in place, scanning the surrounding area with every sense at his disposal for any incoming enemies. He knew he was making an inviting target for snipers, but he really doubted there was a raider with a sniper rife or AMR around. He remained alert, knowing that causing a caravan to stop and drawing off some guards to deal with a blockage in the road and then ambushing the wagons was a common tactic.

Feather Dancer stopped and touched down to the crumbling asphalt with her hooves. She looked about a moment at the ruins before her and waited for the others to catch up. After a few moments, they should be arriving behind her. She held up a hoof to them so they'd stop as she began to survey the environment. The ruins were of an old town, it would appear. Wooden and block buildings stood at the edge of a sidewalk with ran along the main street where they were currently standing. Humble shops complete with display windows, small diners and restaurants, an old library building, a barber shop, a drug store, a doctor's office, and a donut shop.

It was dead quiet. The only sound was the wind and some distant rumbling of thunder, coupled with an occasional flash in the clouds far away. [PER 9] If one with an excellent nose were present, they may be able to smell the common rotten stench of body odor and manure usually associated with Raiders before it could be whisked away by the wind. If they could smell it, they would be able to trace it over to some nearby rubble. No doubt the group was venturing into their territory. Feather was beginning to wonder how anypony got across the Wasteland with stuff like this in their paths; they must have found safer routes.

Further down the road was a traffic light, the power long since shut off to it. All it served as now was a decorative piece in this post apocalyptic setting, a reminder of what the world was like back before the war as it swayed gently in the wind.

"Seems okay for now... I swear I saw at least fifty of those nasty fuckers out here a minute ago," the pegasus mumbled back to the others, then began forward. "Spread out on the streets and keep your eyes peeled. Try not to run into any buildings."

Back at the wagon, nothing could be seen. Some rocks and trees and other debris on the sides of the road as well as a pony's skeleton slumped against a slight cliff face was all there was to look at. [PER 9] However, the nasty sent of raiders could also be traced to nearby by a good nose before it were whisked away by the wind.

Midnight Sky would begin to load his pistol as he slowly caught up with Feather, stopping as he saw her hoof come up into the air. Looking around himself he would try and take notice of any vantage points available to both them and the raiders. If any vantage points were found, he would make a mental note of the as he would walk up to her and whisper," I I will take the left side over there," as he finished loading the gun and levitating it to his left where he would continue to survey the field. He would point to where the doctors office and drug store was, symbolizing where he would go to knowing that if anything the raiders would hold up in the biggest place where they could maneuver freely. If the numbers were as she said and providing they were smart they would have simple groups, but Midnight was highly doubting that himself Pointing at Mixtape he would smile and whisper," why don't you just accompany me erm...what is your name." he said as he would begin to walk slowly and carefully.

Jackpot sat down once he was reasonably confident they were safe. "I'm not seeing anything, but stay alert. There could be raiders on the way." He made sure his weapons are within easy reach as he settled in. "I'm not seeing anyone from up here, but that doesn't mean they won't show up."

Rhodu was sitting around idle while he looked around with the rest of the group. Sniffing the air he caught the scent of something foul in the air, his feathers began to shake with his body as he pleaded with his mind to get the right words. In the end he let out a frustrated sigh and started trying to get the groups attention in his native tongue, thankfully Fea was there to translate. "I smell something odd, I am not sure what it is but I know it isn't from us. Guards up, guards up, expect company!" praying his message got out he took up position beneath one of the wagons, ready to jump at the closest enemy who showed up.

Fea smiled at the green pony "I don't know much, but then again you never stop learning if your smart" She was much liking the company of this caravan now " And I prefer to learn the way of field medic, I'm not one to sit back and kick rock but at the same time I am far from being fully battle worth, so helping those directly seemed well enough" she laughed a bit the pony bombarding her with many questions "As for training, It has all been hands on, I went to a class in Stablton that the hospital head taught but that is it really, and Hello Swift it's nice to meet you" it seemed that things were heating up quickly as the pegasus came up with claims of a several upon several Raiders, she would rather stay back but then again the role she played wasn't set in stone, but as several step forward and she overheard Feather Dust tell Rho to stay behind with her, she instantly walked over to the Stallion with the mini-gun "Hello Rodney, how are you today, despite the prospect of conflict" a genuine smile on her beak as she respected the rank and duty the three had dictating the hodgepodge group that had assembled. She though of flying up, but for a griffon she was horrible when it came to sight as such sticking next to the heavy was her next best option.

That is until Rho started freaking out, knowing not many would get his message she raised her voice to a booming status that demanded attention "Guards up Everypony, There is a new scent in the air" she stood her ground beside Rodney ready to sink her metal talons into the nearest enemy that threatened the heavy weapon toting pony.

Mix pulled out his hatchet and tried to keep to the shadows. He was determined to kill a good portion of these evil fuckers.

Mixtape motioned to the group that there were shurely raiders waiting for an ambush in one of the ruins on the side of the road.

"Get ready, these fuckers may be braindead, but they know how to stage an ambush!" Mix said loading his sidearm and taking backout his hatchet.

Rodney looked over at the griffon in delight as she approached him; though again, he did not show it on the inside. "The prospect of conflict excites me," he grumbled with his deep voice. Suddenly, it seemed this griffon heard something the other had. He sniffed at the air, but didn't catch anything. "Well, I don't smell nothin'," he quipped, but wasn't much for ignoring warnings. He reached his right-rear hoof up and hit lever on his pack, allowing a fresh chain of rounds to be fed into his mini-gun. Safety disengaged, he was now a walking tank with a damn big gun on it. He stood ready, and surveyed the environment.

Dusty turned back. Surely if Rodney was preparing for something, he should be too. Half Stitch retrieved a small SMG from his pack and took up cover beside an old tree, and Dusty clambered down into the wagon as he retrieved his old repeater and sat ready.

"What do you smell?" Rodney asked, still surveying the surrounding environment.

In the ruins the other group continued along, Feather Dancer at the head, her keen eye searching for targets. "Everypony stop making noise," she whispered to the talkative ponies. If there was an ambush set up, then the Raiders surely would know their targets were nearby. She knew how to avoid ambushes, unfortunately her job this time was not to avoid it, but to exterminate it. A simple enough task, seeing as they were up against chemmed up morons.

Looking at her as he slowly made his way on the left, Midnight Sky would continue to look around his surroundings looking for any vantage points that they could use. Getting ahead of the raiders would be a key strategy for them because higher ground would give a better line of sight. As he walked around he would look through some of the shattered windows, generally looking for any traces of the raiders. If they were smart they would at least plan a decent ambush, but not all were as smart as him. Now walking beside Feather Dancer, he would begin to keep his eyes out for anything that would stick out or was out of the ordinary[PER 7]

Jackpot rolled off the wagon when he hear the warning and nimbly landed on his paws, ready for action. personally, he didn't smell anything. However, he was willing to trust the griffins warning. He pointed at rho and turned questioningly to Fea. "Did he say how many? which direction?"

Rho started to get excited for the first time since he was young, he was the prey in this new land and the thought drove shivers down his spine. As the others started asking him questions he thought for a moment before turning and trying to figure out what they said. Looking around at them he got an idea of what they were trying to ask and shook his head. "Don't know only smelled for a second" Looking back around he tried to see what had caught his attention.

Whitefeather hissed at Rho a piercing glare in his direction as he basically retorted his statement " You can't just make false claims, that will get us killed out here, timing is everything, mare your calls more precise" her voice was calm as she meant will but it was still dripping venom with every syllable. Though part of it was her own fault for trusting the half-brained Griffon a lesson well learned for now. She though up of why the scent would have changed "He says the scent is gone now, maybe they were standing upwind of us and it changed, never the less were at half numbers with Raiders, relaxing over a false claim isn't the luxury we have" her tail flicked both in anticipation and anger over Rho

But Rodney cheered her up a bit, but like she would let him know " You just mow them down and anyone that gets close will be tasting my talons " That was the only downfall of one that had such heavy weapons, once one got in close it was rather difficult to fight them off, sure the close range damage would shred anyone to jerky bits but with was was required to use his weapon it was a rather unwelcomed confrontation, but she was here to protect him as he wold protect her the least amount of medical supplies they used the better.

Midnight Sky saw several vantage points as he searched for them. Upper floors, roofs, anything above the street would be perfect! But Feather Dancer had already made it clear she wanted nopony going into the buildings, or leaving the group. As Midnight peered through windows, all that really could be seen was the inside of old shops. Some shelves with old, useless merchandise that had no purpose in times like these, broken glass, chucks of concrete, and even a few skeletons littered the floor inside the shop he looked into.

Feather Dancer suddenly heard a noise. She froze. She stood in the middle of the street, and turned her head slightly, her ears swiveling in place as they searched for more noise. It sounded like rocks being shuffled. She lifted her head then, as she suddenly caught a sent on the breeze. [PER 9] She turned again, and instantly caught a glimpse of the tip of a pool cue sticking out from behind a stack of old bricks.

"Contact!" she hollered, turning toward the target and firing her sniper. The round pounded through the hollow bricks easily and splayed the raider's body with bits of brick fragmentation, and a half destroyed armor piercing round. The instant the shot rang out, several Raiders appeared in the vantage points Midnight had been looking at, and laid down fire on the ponies in the street. Luckily, there was plenty of debris and old cars to take cover behind and return fire. However, it would also seem as though several other Raiders did not possess guns, and chose to charge at the group with various melee weapons.

16 Raiders in total:
10 on the roofs and second stories, 6 on the ground. All unharmed. One severely wounded by Feather Dancer.


Back at the wagon, moments before the firing up the road began. Rodney smirked at the griffon. He had made a friend, it would seem. "Yeah, yeah; I got yo back," he grumbled, trying his best to hide his enthusiasm. Suddenly, as the shot from Feather Dancer's sniper rang out, everypony's attention was drawn toward it. Dusty, Rodney and Half Stitch each looked in that direction.

"That's Feather's rifle," Half Stitch pointed out. Right then, several more shots could be heard as the fighting began.

"Well, looks like they're having fun..." Rodney groaned, moving some to adjust his large weapon. However, right then a stray round flew in and ricocheted off of Rodney's pack, the round quickly followed by the loud bang of a varmint rifle. Rodney stumbled some, but quickly regained his balance and turned to face in the direction it came from.

"Contact high!" he hollered, training his weapon on a log he had just watched a raider move behind. The barrels of his mini-gun began to spin, and came to life with the roar of a dragon accompanied by one's flame as it bellowed from the mouth of the barrels. Hundreds of rounds were hurled in the raider's direction within seconds; it was a very bad day for the raider as his log was blown into splinters by the barrage, quickly followed by half of his body.

Several more Raiders appeared out from behind cover and open fired on the caravan as well. Several ran out from behind their cover wielding various melee weapons as well. Dusty and Half opened up on the charging raiders as Rodney turned and focused his fire on them as well; half of them were quickly turned into salsa by Rodney and the rest turned tail and ran. Half's SMG could not shoot straight enough to hit anything from that distance, so he gave up trying to hit his targets. Dusty's repeater, however, managed to take off the back of a retreating raider's skull as she ran. The old ghoul let out a victorious cheer at the sight of his down target.

26 Raiders in total:
4 dead, 5 retreating, 17 shooting at the group from elevated cover. Rodney killed 3, Dusty sniped one.

Sublime hid as the fire began to fly around. She had never been shot at before! It was a little scarier than she had been told so far, she couldn't help it! She still managed to fumble out her pistol and hold it with her magic. She hid beside the wagon and looked around at the short rising cliff on one side and the debris on the other side, both sides having fire coming from cover. She suddenly felt her heart fill with anger and hatred as she realized THESE were Raiders! THESE were the monsters responsible for the death of her parents and her adopting father!

She had few words for them, but many bullets. She took her pistol, and still not entirely certain on how exactly to use it, began to pop off shots at the closest raider to her who had been using a ruined, old car as cover. Her shots plinked off the ancient metal as the raider scrambled for cover. She cursed mentally as the slide to her weapon locked back and her mag was empty, and also at the realization that not one of her shots made it past the car and into her intended target.

Midnight Sky would look at the several vantage points as he walked with Feather until she froze in her steps and yelled contact. Immediately his mood switched to a battle hungry demenour. Taking cover behind an old car, he would flip his gun over it taking aim for one of the raiders running towards them, shooting this one twice in the legs and twice in the chest, he would quickly switch to another and do the same process, looking over to Feather while still concentrating," be my eyes while i shoot, he said giving her a grin.

Tiberius went quiet as Feather called out, silently stalking through the rubble and heading for the buildings as he saw and heard gunfire coming from them. A mild grin of amusement on his face as he kept the knife gripped between his teeth. It was time to show the skill of a legionaire to these ponies.

He would creep into one of the buildings nearest to him and make his way up the stairs, watching out for any traps until he got to the second floor. Upon seeing targets, Tiberius would go into attack mode, moving up behind a raider and sweeping their hind-leg out from underneath them before brutally jamming the knife into their spinal column before he'd move onto another raider, if there were any others in the room. If there were, he would rear up on his hind-legs and jab the raider in the nose before ducking down and jabbing for the pressure points to immobilise them.

(gotta act like you're rolling, guys. don't gm my raiders, please.)

A raider wearing gnarled clothing and caked in blood and dirt charged at Midnight wielding a lead pipe, and another charged after the first raider wielding a shovel. The first raider Midnight had fired at took one of his rounds to the chest, but the others missed as the raider ran. Midnight turned to fire at the other approaching raider, but did not hit his target as the first raider lept and tackled him to the ground, the oozing wound in his chest not slowing the chemmed up killer one bit. He raised his pipe and whacked Midnight on the head one good time. The other raider charged past Midnight and began toward the next victim.

Tiberius did as he had planned and successfully snuck up and killed one raider as he fired a pistol out the window at those down in the street. As he turned to the other, she noticed him and quickly moved her varmint rifle. She fired wildly, and her round went astray into the wall behind Tiberius. She scrambled to load another round into the chamber but then stumbled over some as Tiberius lunged to stab her in the nose. He missed, and she let out a shrill cry before being jabbed in a sensitive place and falling to the ground.

As he his shots fired off, he had only hit one raider, which was in the chest and missed the other, as it jumped over the car and whacked him the the head once. Losing his concentration for a moment he would drop the gun from his magical grasp. As he quickly regained his thoughts his quickly levitated out his knife and went for the raiders throat, if missed Midnight Sky would quickly buck the raider off and grab the gun with his mouth shooting the raider three times while it was down, strategically retreating to the rest of the group. Once back to the group with Feather, he would assist her making sure nothing got behind her as he watched out for anymore raiders in the rooftops or running from the buildings.
(6 AP used(last post) 6 AP used(now))
(OOC please tell me if i am doing this wrong)

Rhodu quickly dashed out from under his cart sprinting away from the raiders as he opened his wings and took to the sky. As much as he hated to he would have to in this situation, flapping hard and fast he quickly began soaring above the group. Looking down he let out a terrifying screech as he dove to the back of the raider group. As he came in fast he quickly reached for a raider and tried to attack it before he could give away his secret.

(attacking raider in the back of the group silently with bladed claws; Str 4, Agi 9, Unarmed 34, Sneak 42)

Tiberius looked down at the raider darkly as she fell, the other was dead and bleeding everywhere, but this one was still alive through the luck of stumbling over herself. "You are lucky, but not lucky enough." He said with just as dark a tone as his gaze, moving down to pick her up by her head and brutally slam it down on the window she'd just been firing out of. Slamming her head down as many times as it took for her to stop living.

Once she'd stopped living, Tiberius would take a look outside to see how the battle was faring and to survey the scene and plot his next move.

(Unarmed 41, strength 8, picking up raider by her head and slamming her head on the window.
Using however many points of AP it takes until she's dead.)

Mixtape saw his moment for more revenge. "Perfect!" Mix said under his breath

Mix sought shelter behind a dumpster and started popping rounds at the nearest raiders in sight. "Come out you wusses! Celestia has a plan for evil fuckers like youself!"

[shooting raiders with 9mm pistol - AP cost: 30 - crit. chance: x2]

Midnight's knife plunged into the raider's throat. The raider tumbled over onto the ground and clenched his neck as the blood spurted out from his main artery. Still, he had some fight in him as he reached and pulled the knife out, then got up and went after Midnight with it once more! Clearly the chems he was on sent him up in a frenzy. However, before he could attack, he was put down by several more bullets.

Midnight ran back over to Feather who was taking up cover in a hole and picking off targets with her sniper. BLAM! Headshot. BLAM! Headshot. She turned to Midnight and growled some, he was giving her position away. Several raiders turned their attention to the pair and began to fire on them. Feather rolled to her back and fired another shot at a raider on the roof. BLAM! Headshot.

"Take care of them!" she ordered to Midnight as more raiders crowded to that side of the roof. She turned back and continued to aim her sniper up the street.

Tiberius wrestled some with the raider mare as he fought back, slapping her hooves to his face, and even reaching up and biting him on the cheek and pulling some skin off before her head was mashed against the window sill. Outside was a scene of chaos as raiders fired from the roofs and second stories down at the ponies below as they fired back up. As Tiberius looked out another window he noticed a plank connecting the building he was in to the roof next to him where another raider stood and fired a small revolver down at the group.

Mixtape began to pop rounds with his 9mm off at the nearest, charging raider. The raider stormed toward him with a hatchet, and blood shot eyes that looked ready to destroy somepony. The rounds mostly flew past him, but one caught his leg and caused his balance to falter. He stumbled to the ground and slammed into the side of a car. However, he stood up, jumped over the car and continued to storm toward Mix, hatchet ready to come down on him.

10 raiders alive and unharmed.
Feather Dancer killed 3 raiders with headshots.
Midnight killed 1 raider.
Tiberius killed 2 raiders.
Mix crippled one raider's leg.
5 raiders on the roofs still, all unharmed.
5 raiders on the ground still, all but one unharmed.


Rhodu swooped down with his attack, and caught the raider he was aiming for completely off guard. The raider's shotgun fell from his grip and clattered to the ground as the pony was yanked out from behind his cover. Several slashes and abrasions later, he was not dead, but wounded badly. When he struggled free and plummeted to the ground, he was then dead. His corpse smashed into the side of the wagon Dusty was in and Sublime was hiding next to.

"Hey! Watch where yer throwin' shit!" the old ghoul hollered at the griffon, shaking a hoof angrily. He then turned and popped another raider in the head.

"Bull's eye!" he gloated loudly.


15 raiders alive and unharmed.
1 raider killed by Rhodu.
1 raider killed by Ol' Dusty with a headshot.

Rhodu shrugged at where the Raider dropped to, it wasn't like he aimed it or anything. Banking around he prepared for another go and folded his wings closer to gain speed as he dropped. Getting closer he flared his wings open and started to glide down for another raider. As he dropped in on one he picked him up and took him to the sky like the other.

(Same as the last time, lets get a lucky streak running)