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Post by Spitfire on Sept 1, 2015 20:11:00 GMT -4
A soldier spat on the ground as she patrolled the broken dirt roads of Ponyville. The once cheery and happy houses were boarded shut. The blood stained streets were filled with the low bustle of ponies. Spitfire checked her M-4 and pulled the clear visor (connected to her riot helmet) down as it covered her face when it began to drizzle a little. "I guess today was calmer than usual." She thought to herself. She had been relocated temporarily here because the soldiers were trying to regain control of this QZ from the Hunters and Fireflies. This whole town was in complete chaos. Both sides placed bombs that were rigged to explode all over the city and even in some stationary military vehicles. Not to mention, most of the soldiers had to remain on the weak chain link fences surrounding the town to prevent the infected from getting in. It was paper compared to the large concrete walls surrounding Canterlot. You could actually stand on those walls and have the high ground advantage. Here, you had to shoot through the fence if you aren’t in the short watch towers. She didn’t know what she preferred to be positioned.
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Post by Foxtrot on Sept 3, 2015 21:56:08 GMT -4
Foxtrot drops a backpack in his safe house and opens it up, revealing several small arms, medicine, and even casual drugs. Wrapping it back up he slings it over his shoulder. The second of a three part run into Canterlot with supplies for a decent amount of pay. His past life of a professional thief has certainly made his current occupation seem like a cake walk. Stepping outside he grins at the new day ahead and continues through the streets. Trotting past several miserable guards the unicorn keeps an eye on the clock and for any sudden attacks the town might come across.
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Post by Spitfire on Sept 4, 2015 17:42:55 GMT -4
Spitfire spots Foxtrot and stopped him holding her hoof out.
"Doing a random stop. Let me see your documents and hand your bag over to me." She slightly aimed her rifle in the stallion's direction.
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Post by Foxtrot on Sept 4, 2015 19:54:06 GMT -4
Foxtrot lightly sighs as he slings over his backpack. "Alright, no worries. Hold on my paperwork is all over the place." The unicorn reaches into his pocket and pulls out a ball of paper, sheets falling to the floor. "Ok here's my medical." He hoofs it over to the officer, "Registration is in my bag, hold up." Foxtrot unzipped his pack and shoves his hoof in, the sound of even more cluttered paper sounding from the bag. Second later he pulls out even more papers, a few more dropping to the floor. "Sorry about that. I really need to reorganize my things." Zipping back up the main pack he unzipped the front pocket and places his hoof in there. Like last time there's a rustling sound but this time he arms a smoke bomb, ready to go off should the pocket open again. "Uh... nothing in there. Nope just uh... sentimental items. Nothing important." Foxtrot zips up the front pocket and offers it to Spitfire, "Here you go, I'm sure you'll find everything in order. If you can though, can you leave the front pocket closed? Uh there's some... family photos that are sensitive to light and stuff. The main pack by all means go ahead, just not the front pocket...please." As he does all this, he notes any escape routes, Spitfire's weapon, and the safety mechanism of the rifle. It wasn't his first time around a gun, so every part of it he sure was adept in.
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Post by Spitfire on Sept 4, 2015 20:10:56 GMT -4
Spitfire suspiciously nods as she scans his paperwork. Occasionally glancing at Foxtrot himself.
“Ok Foxtrot is it?… where are you headed?” She extended her wings and began to look through his bag. Honestly, she didn’t feel like looking through the rest until her hoof began to slowly unzip the front bag.
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Post by Lyra Heartstrings on Sept 4, 2015 20:11:44 GMT -4
Lyra was with a group of other Fireflies (NPCs). The mare had travelled here and arrived a few days ago in order to back up the Firefly's effort here. She was covered in a yellow jacket, a baseball cap with a large headset over it, and a light green mask covering her snout. The mare and the Fireflies were unrecognizable. They slowly moved into positions around the area. She was armed with a bolt action hunting rifle and a machete. The other fireflies had pump action shotguns, rifles, and pistols. one or two were armed with body armour and helmets stolen off of fallen soldiers. Suddenly, one of the Fireflies tripped exposing himself in the open.
“Shit we are exposed go!” Lyra ordered as she fired a shot towards Spitfire and cocked her rifle back.
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Post by Spitfire on Sept 4, 2015 20:14:06 GMT -4
Spitfire dropped the bag before opening the front pocket and attempted to shove Foxtrot aside. The bullet nearly hit her as it narrowly missed her ear.
“You! Get out of here!” She yelled at Foxtrot. Before locating more movement up ahead.
“Firefly! Over there!” She pointed at the stallion that had just fell before diving behind cover and fired her assault rifle in short bursts in that direction. Foxtrot’s bag was lying in the middle of this crossfire as more soldiers arrived (NPCs) and began firing at the Fireflies.
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Post by Foxtrot on Sept 4, 2015 21:13:56 GMT -4
"S@&#!" Foxtrot shouts as he's pushed aside to the ground, bullets flying over him as shouts fill the air. "Oh of f$&@ing course!" The unicorn looks over to the bag, finding an opportunity instead of an obstacle. He's about to make a run for his bag when he catches a firefly aiming towards the guard that was checking his things. Sprinting forward he tackles Spitfire before a hail of bullets litter her position. "Get down!" Looking up he points to the shooter, "Over there! Cover me!"
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Post by Spitfire on Sept 4, 2015 21:29:12 GMT -4
Spitfire was fell to the ground. Not realizing Fox had just saved her she tried to hit the stallion with the butt of her gun and was ready to fire at him before more bullets hit near her causing her to duck back into cover. She did however, locate the Firefly that was shooting at her from where Foxtrot pointed to and pulled the trigger in that direction.
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Post by Lyra Heartstrings on Sept 4, 2015 21:32:25 GMT -4
The Firefly was hit by the bullets fired by Spitfire and fell over. Lyra poked her head out and saw another soldier poking his head up.
“We got a soldier by the dumpster!” She pointed over. As long as she wasn’t marked herself, she could stay here.
The unicorn then saw Foxtrot and aimed her rifle firing a shot at him too.
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Post by Foxtrot on Sept 4, 2015 21:49:54 GMT -4
Foxtrot was pushed back as the butt of the rifle slammed into his face, "Ah f@$&! Well f-" He couldn't even finish his sentence when a bullet pierces through his shoulder. The unicorn screams in pain as blood pours out of his wound. Seeing his bag he decides to end his involvement in this fight. First he gets up and runs over to Spitfire, kicking her right in the flank as hard as he can before bolting to his bag. "Get f@$&ed!" With pain jolting through his body, the unicorn pushes through to avoid getting hit again. Diving onto his bag, he unzipped the front pocket and activates the smoke bomb. A plume of grey smoke engulfed the area as Foxtrot picks up the bag and runs to the nearest battered building.
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Post by Lyra Heartstrings on Sept 4, 2015 22:42:07 GMT -4
“Smoke bomb!” Lyra shouted out. More Fireflies were taken out by the gunfire through the smoke.
Lyra fired another shot before trying to see through the smoke. Some fireflies were still coughing at the smoke. Suddenly, through the smoke, she heard a soldier shout out her location as bullets flew past her.
“Shit I’m marked. We are losing too many! Fall back!” The mare fired one more shot before galloping back.
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Post by Spitfire on Sept 4, 2015 22:42:59 GMT -4
Spitfire hits the ground as her visor protects her face from any scrapes. The smoke bomb then explodes causing all of the soldiers that were standing s to begin coughing and wheezing.
“I can’t see!” A soldier shouted.
Spitfire and the soldiers low to the ground were unaffected by the smoke and tried firing at Fox one last time.
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Post by Foxtrot on Sept 4, 2015 23:14:09 GMT -4
Bullets bullets everywhere and anyone could kill. Foxtrot knew this as they flew over him; thankfully the smoke covered enough of his figure to keep him from getting marked. Finding a window he leaps through, shattering the glass and rolling onto the floor. A sharp pain shoots from his shoulder as more blood exits his wound. "Damn it, if I don't patch up I'm gonna bleed out. F@$&ing Fireflies, f@$&ing military, f@$&ing everybody!" The unicorn kept running, the sounds of fighting dying down as shouting orders from the military are given. After a few minutes of crawling through abandoned buildings, the weary unicorn finds a quiet place to stop. He sits down and opens his backpack, taking out a pistol and clip for his protection, and a medalist to patch himself up. Cleaning the wound stung like he'll, but it was bandaged up in no time. Fox stayed there for a bit, letting the painkillers take effect before getting up and going to his destination. A rendezvous spot at the edge of town with the Fireflies to drop of the goods he's carrying.
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