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#101 Seras Victoria

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Posted 14 October 2013 - 09:17 PM

Silver walked up to the door and looked back at Fleetfire, she looked anxious. "You ready for this?" Of course he knew she was but he wanted to check, last thing he needed was her collapsing. For Fleet this was a social visit but for Silver it was a chance to ask him what had happened to his brother Nightsong.

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Posted 17 October 2013 - 02:38 AM

Belle awoke in the night not clear about what has happend. As she looked around she saw a darkend room and a dark figure in the corner. it wisperd

 

"My dearest daughter, I love you"

 

As she leaned over to switch the light on she burst into small tears realising it was her mother.. She was going to scream out words. But all that came out was a murmer in between her  small sobs

 

"Mom, I miss you so much"

 

As the figure came closer she saw a faint outline of her mothers ghostly figure as she saw her mom she let out a few sobs and cosed her eyes tightly not wanting to see her mom. Belle then felt a hoof on her head and started crying more, as she closed her eyes tighter she heard the voice again. Constantly saying "My dearest daughter, I love you"  over and over she herd the words, the last words she ever mutted to her..

 

Belle then awoke again looking around seeing nothing but the flufflyness of the clouds. She started to cry as she rememberd the memories, She laid back down trying to go to sleep.

 

"I miss you so much mom"

 

Belle slowly got up as the mid day sunlight had shon through the door way

 

"I hope this silver pony is nice"

 

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Posted 20 October 2013 - 09:16 PM

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Posted 21 October 2013 - 02:45 PM

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Posted 23 October 2013 - 02:24 AM

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Posted 23 October 2013 - 04:23 PM

Fleetfire gave Silver a curt nod, her fiery locks partially obscuring her face momentarily. Although her injury still ached with a dull throb, it did nothing to stop her from standing. "Lets go," she suggested and trotted past Silver to knock on Lieutenant Miles' door. She wondered if he would recognize her, or even if he would possess any cognitive ability at all. Her mind ached as much as her scars, awhirl with a manifest of questions.

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Posted 24 October 2013 - 02:42 AM

Hoofsteps echoed in the hall, marking the approach of two ponies. Miles lay still, aching quietly in the relative silence of his room. The steps stopped outside his door. He raised his head and turned to glance at the doorway, racking his brain for any ideas as to who would want to come speak to him. No names came to mind immediately, but a few sharp raps on his door piqued his curiosity. He gave a soft sigh and rolled himself out of the bed. Either something was wrong or... Something must be wrong.
 
With a sluggish step, Miles walked to the door, his hooves dragging across the old stone floors. He stopped for a moment before pulling the door open. His tired eyes blurred the two faces that stood in his view. He blinked a few times to clear the haze that had settled sleepily over his vision. Silver and... Fleetfire? His gaze flitted between the two before stopping on Fleet's face. For a moment, he almost didn't recognize her. Her complexion had dimmed considerably since he last saw her nearly five years ago. He was surprised, not having expected her return. He would have been glad had he not felt so terrible.
 
Silence engulfed him for a moment as he took her new being in. He couldn't remember how long it had been since he saw her last, but it felt like forever. He didn't even know where to start a conversation. His face remained stony and when he finally spoke, his voice was weak from his exhaustion. "You're..." He started to take a step forward but froze, unsure of how he could even greet her after so long. An awkward silence fell over him and he retracted his foot slowly. For a moment, he wasn't sure if she was even the same pony he knew before. Something about her felt different. "You're alive...?"


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Posted 25 October 2013 - 10:43 PM

Fleetfire glanced briefly at the commander, but returned her gaze to Miles. Her mind had gone utterly still. A long time ago, this same face would have been familiar to her, a constant in her otherwise hectic lifestyle. Now, the same face was just about the most hectic thing that had happened to her all day. In short, the Lieutenant Miles had she once knew was hidden deep within a layer of intense bitterness and even greater pain. Fleetfire opened her mouth to speak, in order to confirm her existence, but the words became heavy in her throat, weighed down by a tide of hurt and unsurety. She had secretly been hoping for a more emotional response from Miles, but she could see by the way he backed off that he too was uncertain of the situation.

A gust of wind danced through the dimly lit corridor; Fleetfire shivered involuntarily. She wet her lips and finally managed to speak. Her voice came out oddly strained and high pitched.
"Um... Yeah, I, uh... I'm alive. And you are too! Just..."
She cringed; her effort to apply a light mood to the occasion was wasted by ill practise. You really shouldn't try so hard, she conceded with a deliberative wince. She tried again, this time her voice came out clear and she managed to elucidate what she wanted to say, with no unexpected alterations to her tone. "It's good to see you again, Miles."
There. That wasn't too hard.
Oh, but it had been. She had clearly lost her communication skills, if ever she had possessed any, since the Fallout.

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Posted 26 October 2013 - 04:50 AM

There was no questioning that the harsh winds of the nuclear fire had burned deep into their very souls. He could tell that he had either offended in some manner or she had attempted to pry into him, but to no avail. He watched in silence as she seemed to struggle as much as him, though he felt there was still a currently unbridgeable rift between them. His mind had been unprepared for the emotional riddle that stood before him. A part of him was glad that she had returned, but the remainder of his conscious joy had lost feeling long before. In a past life, he would have jumped for joy and probably hugged her, but his aching bones gave no way to him.

 

"Um... Yeah, I, uh... I'm alive. And you are too! Just..."

 

He nodded slightly, "If only just barely."

 

He pricked an ear curiously as she spoke her part. She was somewhat confused and her words were strained against themselves, but they were genuine -- that much he could tell. "It's..." he started with a sigh, "It's good to see you too." He didn't know what else he could say. He didn't know where she had been, what she had seen, or what she had done. He was curious, but now didn't feel like the right place or time for personal questions.

 
One thing did intrigue him though: she had come to see him. Or... had she? Miles tilted his head away and looked down. His eyes froze as a few memories trickled through the mesh that fogged his mind; memories of the old days. He remembered being placed under her command and his initial wariness at being placed under a mare's leadership, but she had done her part to earn his respect and adoration. He remembered having somewhat strong feelings for her before, but in the years since the bombs fell he had moved on and hardened his heart. With the hardships of life in apocalyptic Equestria, he had marked those feelings as a weakness and walled up much of his emotions, purging the rest.
 
Her appearance now put pressure on those walls, but his now sub-conscious effort to restrain his feelings took over, pushing them back into the recesses of his mind. One question in particular sparked an interest, urging him to ask while she was still listening. The words were quiet, but he locked his eyes on hers as he leaned against the doorway, watching her every move to assure himself that she wasn't some mental construct.
 
"H-how did you... survive?"


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Posted 26 October 2013 - 07:12 AM

"H-how did you... survive?"
Another reminder of the fact that she was alive and her daughter long dead. Fleetfire squeezed her eyes shut to prevent any emotions from being shown in her eyes. She recalled her past as best she could, but maintained a shell of unemotional protection throughout it all. "I was at the fallout shelter beneath Apple Acres... I guess, uh... ponies would have once called it Sweet Apple Acres. I left after four years, though. I couldn't stand the lack of personal space and friends."
The day she had left, Fleetfire had walked on what had been the farmland of Sweet Apple Acres. She recalled how cracked and dry the ground beneath her hooves had been. There was no life there anymore, besides those still living below. She looked down at her forehooves, wondering what there was that she could possibly add. Instead she asked of Miles the same question he had applied for her. "So, how did you get through it all?"

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Posted 26 October 2013 - 07:21 PM

A frown crossed Miles's face as she shielded her emotions. "I don't know. I was out when they fell. I managed to get behind cover when I saw first light, but... the rest..." He stopped and contemplated the sights and sounds of his team being vaporized as dust and debris flashed past him. He was sure his cover would disintegrate, he could feel the intense heat swirling over the rocks, he felt the shockwave, he felt the wind drag back towards the blast, "I made it back here and we barricaded in the Academy until we were safe but... most of us didn't come back. Since then... it's just been day-to-day. Bullet to bullet. Waiting for the world to change."

 

"What of... what of P...?" Miles stopped, feeling the look that he was receiving and already knowing the answer to his question. He immediately regretted beginning to ask with every fiber of his being. Now you've screwed it. Congratulations. Just like always. Why don't you just shoot yourself and spare them the trouble next time?



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Posted 27 October 2013 - 04:39 PM

Fleetfire swallowed down the encroaching lump of pain that threatened to choke her. Her eyes tilted down, those turquoise depths like dark and unfathomable pools of memory and suffering. "P-petalglow... she-"
Once again she felt a deep sense of conviction. She could not continue to break down emotionally every time she was reminded of the past. "She died," she murmured, her mind replaying the past, again. "This world's gotten pretty fucked up," Fleetfire whispered almost imperceptibly to herself. Subtly, she turned her gaze to the commander, hoping he had something to add.

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Posted 27 October 2013 - 05:29 PM

Watching the two ponies talk made Silver think about how things had changed. They'd once been close friends and each had assumed the worse about one another, he hoped that Nightsong and Fleetfire were only the beginning of a long lasting influx of old friends who had thought to have died but were on there way here. Bringing up Petal made a lump form in his throat, Silver had kids of his own, one had died and the other had gone missing years before. Mustang, his son which died during Service in the Guard had been killed on ops during a changeling investigation. Silver had later gone after the murderer himself and found them with their hive, he single hoofedly killed nearly 100 changelings out of rage, females and children alike. That was only one of many points in his life that Silver wasn't proud of, even now images of his days in the Military haunted him. He was sent on missions that weren't even legal, done things that weren't even moral, but it made him who he was. Part of him had been brought to life after the bombs fell, the part of him willing to do anything to complete a mission and he didn't know how far he'd really go. Silver only returning to the conversation saw that Fleetfire was looking at him.

 

"Uh- Yeah, pretty fucked up right?" He replied. You talking about you or the world around you? "Still could be worse..." That's the spirit Silver, always the optimist... "Miles i do actually need to speak to you about Nightsong, mainly how the hell did you find him and what the fuck hit him. If it was one of those bandit groups then i'll send out a squad to put them down. Hard..." Silver said with intensity, he wouldn't just let ponies get away with hurting his friends. 



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Posted 27 October 2013 - 08:53 PM

Miles lowered his head in respectful acknowledgement, We're curing it one bullet at a time... He didn't want any more details about it. He had only met the filly once, maybe twice, but she was just like Fleetfire. It was a shame to him that such a young life had to be lost, but he knew there was nothing to be done and nothing to be said. He was no stranger to the loss that the bombs had brought. Aside from his brother, he had lost one other that he held very close to himself. Her identity wasn't likely to be known to any others from his past, aside once more, if only somewhat, to his brother, but she had meant the world to him. And when she disappeared from his life after the bombs, he had assumed the worst.

 

Nightsong... Pretty fucked up...

 

The name was like a key slipping into the padlock of his brain, turning to open what his prior emotional distress had buried. His body was still for a moment as everything unfolded before him. Every single event went through his vision in fast-forward, playing back what had happened a little over a day before. Miles took a step back and braced himself against the wall. His racing heart threatened to tear through his ribcage as blood rushed through his shaking body. He panicked, remembering the state that he had left his brother in before he himself passed out. There was no time to waste. He managed to walk over to his table and throw his gear on. Grabbing his rifle in his mouth, he trotted uneasily to the door and made his way past the pair, his eyes staring blankly down towards the ground. After passing Silver he realized he hadn't answered his question.

 

"I... I f-.. I sh-...," he sighed heavily and collected himself, "I did..." I killed him, and if you're going to put me down, you might as well do it now and do the world a service. If he's dead... he thought to himself as he pulled the lever on his rifle to chamber a bullet from the tube, You know what you have to do. He shot Silver a definitive look and nodded once to Fleet before staggering stiffly past. He hobbled down the dingy hallway of the living quarters, ignoring his aches and pains. His mind was set on the medical center and his brother. He was going to find out what had become of his brother and nopony could stop him. His life depended on that answer.

 

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Posted 27 October 2013 - 09:31 PM

Rifle. That was the word that Fleetfire wished most would be expunged from her reality. She watched Miles walk awkwardly past her, with a determined look set upon his grim features. He has a dark agenda, but what that might be, I do not know, Fleetfire mused to herself. She saw the rifle's barrel sticking over Miles' shoulder and shuddered involuntarily. Nightsong..., she thought as, at a slow pace, she followed Miles curiously. She recalled the name, it belonged to Miles' brother. At that moment, realization struck home harder than a baseball bat to the ribs. Fleetfire gasped as the air rushed out of her; Miles was wholly dependent on his brother's survival, that or he ended his own. Well, that explained the rifle.

Fleetfire rushed after Miles, if only to prevent further bloodshed. She did not check to see if Silver followed; all that mattered was that she saved a life if another was lost.

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Posted 27 October 2013 - 09:32 PM

Silver just stood there and blinked at the stallion. He turned to Fleetfire and her face showed the same reaction Shit so it wasn't my imagination... He'd known Nightsong and Miles for years, he knew damn well Miles must have had a reason to shoot his brother. He saw the pony get up for his rifle and move past him, his first reaction was to draw his pistol and put one through Miles leg to stop him escaping but he knew that he wasn't an enemy, he was a friend. Following the pony down the Silver he was about to do something he might regret.

 

"Miles i don't know what the fuck you just said but you're going to explain what happened and exactly why it happened. Understood?"



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Posted 27 October 2013 - 09:34 PM

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Posted 28 October 2013 - 02:12 AM

The familiar sets of hoofsteps followed him down the hallway. He could feel them getting closer as they realized where he was going. His step remained determined as the three of them approached the entry to the living quarters. "You want an explanation? You want to know what happened?" Miles turned his head to Silver, stopping in the hallway briefly as he put a hoof on the battered door leading outside. "Well I... I wish I could tell you, but... I don't have the answer you seek."

 

Miles pushed the door open and the golden sphere again assaulted his eyes. The horizon shone a hazy blood-red as the sun began to sink below its boundaries. It reminded him of an old saying, but the thought of saying it and bearing the penalties of his already-bad luck made him throw the thought away quickly. He had not felt the worst of the feeling in his stomach yet -- his hopes told him yes but his logic told him it was not to be so.

 

His wings were frozen at his sides, yet they burned fiercely from overuse. He knew that he could not make the flight, but he would rather die trying than ask for help. Nevertheless, he managed to spread his wings as he approached the edge of the cloud. His gaze tilted downwards over the cloud to look at the fall to the craggy mountain he knew he was about to endure. It was far. Very far. Just the thought of it made him sick and dizzy. He stepped away from the edge but stumbled as he backpedaled, landing firmly on his rump.

 

"I... I can't make it... I won't be able to s..." He looked down once more, this time at his hind legs. How could his body give out at such an important time? It annoyed him greatly, almost threatening to pull him over the edge of the cloud. He knew he could not ask, nor did he expect help, but his head turned longingly up at the medical center in the distance.

 

((Ack, I blanked on and off the whole time. I think it took me an hour and a half or two hours to write it. Must just be one of those block-y nights :/ ))



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Posted 29 October 2013 - 09:16 PM

((I guess enough time has passed))

 

After flying almost falling for some time Strike could finally see the academy up ahead. "SilverWing...." He panted "You ...F..Fucking bastard..." Shit... I can't feel my wings anymore...But I'm gonna make it I always do.. Strike landed crumbling into the ground. "Ouch"  Strike opened his eyes barely got up. Damn leg... He reached out for a recruit, soldier or security whatever. "Hey you!" He said panting.

 

"Wha..What happened?" The soldier asked worried

 

"Shut up and listen" Strike said angrily. "You...you are going to *pant* to.. Take her to the nursery.*pant*.. And you're... Gonna tell that bastard SilverWingI wanna talk to him.. Got it?" *THUD* Strike fell to the ground.



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Posted 30 October 2013 - 08:53 PM

  Acid had been slipping in and out of consciousness for the past few hours. By the looks of the few glimpses of the world she was flying, somehow... She couldn't understand it, the last things that ran across her mind was hitting that pony straight on like a bullet with her sword. Where was she?....    She slipped back into the darkness the tinges of pain running over her body before feeling a jolt of pain and life. Her eyes weakly opened seeing a few trees and clouds dancing around, the subtle roar of a waterfall... She laid there her breaths slow and painful.

 

She heard a mumble of voices talking, trying to listen is was of no use as her lids fell shut again. The weight of them pulling down, she was still but barely there on the brink of awake and asleep, her wounds where not life threatening. The only thing that was really a problem is if she would be able to fly again or not, broken wings are always a pain to mend.  She felt a tug on her lip body and the dull reminder of her broken bones creaking under the stress.  

 

A few minutes or maybe even hours passes she could not tell anymore before she felt her body hit a firm yet soft pad. A dull yellow and white light seemed to try to pass through her eyelids. Where ever she was, there was light and a subtle warmth, but then again that could just be her blood matted on her fur. She heard a few mumbled voice talk over her before feeling something touch her muzzle, and with a few short breaths she fell asleep. 



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Posted 31 October 2013 - 05:29 PM

As Miles fell to the ground, Fleetfire ran uncertainly forward in the foolish hope of catching him. She stumbled to a halt as the forlorn looking colt's gaze strayed over to the distant medical centre. Fleetfire bowed her head at the pang of sympathy she felt for Miles; whatever had been done, and whoever had done it, clearly he had not meant for it to happen. Noting the gun with wary deliberation, Fleetfire hooked one hoof beneath Miles' waist, and helped lever him to his feet. "Come on," she said, emitting a worn sigh as the sun dipped over the fallen land. "Let's get you to Nightsong. And watch where you're pointing that bloody thing!"

The last sentence out of her mouth had a deeper meaning, and Fleetfire hoped Miles knew it.

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Posted 31 October 2013 - 08:23 PM

Miles was unaware of Fleetfire's approach until he felt a leg wrap around his stomach. His eyes widened in confusion and he let out a slight groan as he was hoisted to his feet. As he stood uneasily he listened to her, feeling secure in the mention of his brother. Security was smashed as the smile that had started to spread on his face vanished. He twisted his head around to make sure he had heard her correctly. Was it some sort of sick joke, or just an accidental phrase? Or maybe... He bit his lip and turned away as moisture slid a path down his cheek. She knows...? The thought, as unlikely as it was, hurt him deeply nonetheless. His body subconsciously twitched slightly under her touch before he could stop it.

 

Miles fought himself for composure. If she knows... what if she told Silver? What if... they don't understand. He looked back to Fleetfire, uncertainty on his visage. What if they don't know? It seemed the more likely of the two. Having known Silver for a while, he knew he wouldn't have asked what happened. But Fleetfire was much more tactful than all that. It was possible she knew and was withholding the knowledge, but he had no way of knowing unless he asked. He was not going to ask in front of Silver, but instead avoid it for the time being. Only now did he realize he had been standing with his weight on Fleetfire's arm. He shifted uneasily back on his legs and spread his wings as best as he could.

 

"You know how careful I am with my weapons. No accidents. Now, if you'd be willing to... to help me... I don't think I'm strong enough t-... to make it.. on my own."



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Posted 31 October 2013 - 10:11 PM

Fleetfire saw a screen of guilt wash over Miles' face as he struggled to comprehend her words. She bit her lip and said nothing: all she was worried about was what he had in mind if his brother did turn out to be dead. I'm sure he will be fine, Fleetfire thought as she and Miles approached the medical centre on unsteady wings. Although, in the recesses of her mind, but one thought echoed louder than the rest: why did Miles react in such a way?
With a final glance at the rifle, Fleetfire felt an odd sense of suspicion encapsulate her. What if...?
Her thoughts were disrupted as she became aware of a set of double doors before them. Somewhere behind those doors was the solution to this madness. With great reluctance, Fleetfire pushed the door open with her free hoof.

((edited because I wrote this when I was really tired. Full time job is screwing with me.))

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Posted 01 November 2013 - 04:42 AM

((Assuming we flew (you flew me) over to the main cloud, as they're not physically connected as far as I'm aware. And pistol or rifle? He has a revolver, just not with him currently. Only his rifle.))

 

He couldn't help but wonder as they hobbled along just whether or not she had any notion as to what had happened. He had been almost certain that no others were nearby. None had come to help him; none cried out. No, he had been alone. The only others who knew were the bandit who bled out before he left, himself, and his brother. She can't know. She hasn't got a clue. Besides, she just got back...

 

But what if she saw you shoot him on her way back?

 

Miles grumbled at himself to shut up, disguising it as a pained groan as they stood at the white monolithic building that held the medical center. They stopped for a moment outside the building. Whether in fear, hesitation, or contemplation, he did not know, but he was compelled to keep going. Fleetfire took care of the entrance for him, ushering him inside. Obeying dutifully, he shuffled in, making sure not to bump his rifle now that he was in close quarters. The halls were devoid of life and sound aside from the low hum of the dusky generators that rumbled life into the building beneath them. It was a heartbeat. Faint, but existent. It was a hope, but it was not his brother. His brother would be in the room at the end of the right hallway. Right where he had left him before being taken away himself. Right where he would be should he have to be taken away again, only this time in a much less responsive manner. Regardless, he limped down the hall, the sound of his and Fleetfire's hooves like pounding drums in his ears.

 

The heavy wooden door glared at him menacingly, challenging him to make a move. Miles stood still, eyeing it thoughtfully as he pondered his options. He was close now and either his death or his redemption awaited him inside. This was truly his last, best hope for survival. He was no longer afraid to pull the trigger as he once was. Without that tiny sliver of hope, his life would be meaningless. But for the time being, that sliver of hope was the only thing steadying his hoof on the knob as he turned it and pushed his weight into the door. It creaked open and the unmistakable smell of a medical center hit his nose, curling it upwards for a moment before it settled in.

 

In the center of the room lay the black body of Nightsong, as still as that which his name suggested. Miles twitched, unsure of his first impression. He stepped inside, turning his head as he walked to the edge of the gurney, eyeing every inch of his brother's still body. The wing was covered too thickly to gauge the damage, but from what he had glimpsed after taking the shot, it was in bad shape. He was cut up and banged up pretty bad, slightly inflamed, missing some patches of fur, but nothing that couldn't heal on its own. Propping the rifle by the bed, he leaned in close and put one hoof on his brother's stomach and another on his hoof, hoping to coax some life into him. It was all he could do to keep himself from ending it all at the sight of the mess he had made and the life he had torn asunder -- his own life as well as his brother's. He opened his mouth to speak, but again he found himself at a loss for words.

 

He forgot about Fleetfire's presence as he placed a hoof on the forehead of his brother, compelling himself to speak. The room suddenly grew still to him as he willed the words from his throat, for his brother's sake and his own. It exited as nary more than a whimper or a breath.

 

"N-Nightsong...? Please... please be alive... I..." He trailed off, his breath staggered and forced as it choked him up and blurred his vision. A knot had formed in his stomach. He couldn't tell if Nightsong was breathing. If he was, it was barely perceptible. Would he even be able to formulate words? What if he was akin to a vegetable, for lack of better terms? He knew that if there was no response, his rifle was poised, loaded, and that he would see his brother again, whether it be in this life or the next.



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Posted 01 November 2013 - 07:42 AM

Within the medical center ((yeah, I got bored of spelling it the british way)), Fleetfire watched Miles as he planted himself close to the peacefully comatose Nightsong. It worried her still, with thoughts concerning him never waking from the sleep he was so deeply in. More to the point, she had a sick feeling deep inside her stomach: a malady of distress and indecision. Fleetfire had unpleasant thoughts about what Miles planned to do with that rifle, should his brother never recover. How would she stop him... and should she?
The unsettling clamp of suspicion still had not been loosened from around her heart. The guilt on Miles' face when she had told him to be careful with his rifle, the way he was treating his brother's dire situation like it was his own fault. It all seemed to add up to one thing in her mind: maybe he accidentally shot his brother.
Her eyes narrowed as she stared at the back of Miles' head. The shit will surely hit the fan when his brother awakes. If he awakes!

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Posted 01 November 2013 - 08:30 PM

Silver followed quietly behind Fleetfire and Miles as they entered the medical building, he wanted to say something to the shaken young stallion but knew he had not a clue what to actually say. He needs somepony listen more than he needs a commander badgering him about the situation. Silver had seen many things in his life, although physically in his early 30's his experience and knowledge was that of a pony twice his age. He'd been a Royal guard and lost friends and family, he'd loved and lost but knew he had ponies relying on him. Miles was an excellent flyer and a crack shot but he'd never undergone combat conditioning. He'd been christened in battle out of force rather than choice, if it hadn't been for the Fallout he might have never used that rifle against another pony. 

 

Seeing Nightsong again also hurt Silver, it was a relief that he was alive but certainly not well. He knew his Major well enough to know he'd live, he was a strong stallion and would never give up without a fight, Silver just hoped he'd come back as the pony he once knew long ago. His body laying on the table as his brother stood by him face stricken with guilt and anger, it didn't take more than a glance at Fleet for him to piece some bits together. He'd played a part in his brothers injury, certainly not by choice but some how it'd happened. His training had taught him to deal with loss and pain, when his father died he did not weep, nor for his son or his sister. For Silver his training had taught him to bring those who had hurt him to an end, of his own jurisdiction. As Commander of the Wonderbolts he would have to consider what would happen to Miles. Nightsong wouldn't hold anything against his brother knowing him but if i let this go does it give off the impression i don't care about my team? 

 

Silver tapped at his Dagger on his chest and ran his hoof over the words inscribed on it. 'Novur Tyrusovo Deja Luna' the translation being 'Let all those in darkness be brought into light. He knew what he'd have to do, he didn't want to but he had to. Sometimes i really hate being in charge... He decided now wasn't the time though, after Nightsong had recovered he'd deal with the situation. As Silver looked down he saw another pony on the bed in the far corner. He went over to them and noticed they wore the jacket of a Wonderbolts major. He called over the nurse quietly '"Nurse who brought this pony in?" he asked. 

 

"Lieutenant Strike sir, he flew in with her on minutes earlier. From what i know he's returned to his quarters to rest" She said quietly. "Whoever she is she's lost a fair amount of blood but otherwise she'll heal up nicely. Is there anything else Sir?" 

 

"Yes, could you send for the Lieutenant to meet me in here ASAP. Also have a guard posted by this newcomers bed for the time being" Silver ordered. The nurse nodded and went off to fetch Strike and Silver returned to the group by Nightsong. A lot had happened today, Silver felt it was only the beginning in a long line of revelations to come...



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Posted 01 November 2013 - 11:35 PM

Aww... Fuck... The hell happened... Strike opened his eyes to see the white cloudy ceiling. Where am I? Everything went black again and for a couple of minutes it stood that way. Opening his eyes once again he could finally see that he was in fact in his room. Uhh? How did I get here?. He sighted using his strength to lift his left  front hoof. Looks like the bleeding stopped... That'll leave a mark. Strike tried his best to get up but only to fall out the bed. "Ouch..." He got up by leaning against the bed. "AHHHHRGG This pain is unbearable.... Why the hell did they not bring me to the damn med center"

 

At this moment a nurse walked in. "Lieutenant... Are you alright?" She observed the poor bat-pony failing at standing up. "I'm gonna get you a cane or something" 

 

"No no I'm fine see I'm fine" Strike said trying his best to stand up right. "Oh shit I'm not fine" THUD!!! He fell.... "You can get me a crutch, please"

 

So after that little comedic yet very important part Strike was ready to hear what the nurse had to say. "Sir Commander SilverWing wants to speak with you he's on the med center."

 

"That bastard? Fine..."

 

The nurse grasped and protested "Lieutenant, you shouldn't speak about the Commander like that he's doing his best t...." Strike stopped her mid sentence

 

"Yeah...Yeah.. And Bat-Ponies suck the blood of their victims turning them also into Bat-Ponies" Strike left the room in direction to the med center.



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Posted 05 November 2013 - 02:35 AM

A small wind sweeps across the tarmac of the landing strip, the wings of ponies beating furiously as they carry heavy loads of supplies scavenged from around.

They bring their boxes to the warehouses, where they are then searched and analysed.

 

The group comes together again, to be waved off by their leader, who salutes them and flies away to the main cloud.

They fall apart, and go to their random businesses.

 

The leader of the team flies quickly to the medical centre, where the guards around the warehouses had told her where the other leaders were.

She lands, her hooves lightly tapping against the cloud, and she walks in with a brisk manner, heading for the med beds at the back.

There, she saw the commander and other leaders.

 

"Having fun here, are we?" she asks in a teasing tone, watching the others with a smug face.



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Posted 08 November 2013 - 01:34 AM

 It was a while before he remembered it; the face that he could not name, the name he could not speak.

 

"Miles..."  Sensing a presence, NightSong's head jerked upwards, and he found himself face to face with the bearer of that name.  He backed away slowly, slightly alarmed.  His brother had not changed much in looks, he still had the same coat, same face, same eyes, same ridiculous mane, yet something seemed different about him.  He seemed stronger, hardened, and something about the look in his eyes told NightSong the whole story of the past five years in a brief two seconds.  "What... where am I?  Why are you here?" NightSong asked.  His brother closed his eyes slowly, and an enormous feeling of pain and guilt showed faintly in his silent expression for but a moment.

 

 "Look, Miles..." NightSong began.  "I... I know it's been hard, and I'm sorry that I wasn't always there for you...  But I promise you... From today on, it's just you and me.  Nothing else matters in my heart."  Miles' brow furrowed for a moment, but then suddenly his expression became completely mute, and neutral.  He raised his head, eyes still closed.  "...M-Miles?" asked NightSong, taking a step back.  His brother's eyes flew open in an instant, and his mouth opened.  But when noise came, it did not belong to his voice, but one of some otherworldly demon of NightSong's past.  It was a distorted scream that echoed around the abyss, becoming disembodied and echoing through NightSong's ears until it seemed that it lived in his own mind.

 

 NightSong screamed, his eyes focused on his brother's fixed, blank stare; at his gaping mouth, the thing that was producing that terrible sound of the otherworldly.  He stared in horror as before his eyes, Miles began to change shape.  His body convulsed and bulged.  NightSong backed away, terrified.  The scream continued on and on until Miles' contorted body exploded into showers of blood.  NightSong looked around, incredibly alarmed at the horrific scene playing out before him.

 

 A moment passed, before each droplet of the scarlet essence rose up from the ground.  For a split second they all hung there, suspended, before flying into one focused epicenter at incredible speed, forming a sphere.  After another second, the sphere turned black, and began to pulsate, throbbing outwards until it seemed it would burst at the seams.  The grotesque form then began to harden.  It sprouted a tail, legs, and finally a head.  It was more horrific a monster than any irradiated beast that NightSong had ever seen.  The entire body was the darkest black, apart from the eyes,  all six of which shone a deep red as the beast glowered at him.  Its scales seemed to be made of something harder than titanium.  The beast stared for a moment, before lunging at its prey.  NightSong dove to the side, the beast's snapping jaws missing him by inches.  He glanced back, and saw long teeth sharper than diamond.  He flew up into the air, but not a second passed before the beast lunged again, this time taking hold of his right foreleg.  NightSong cried out in pain, as the beast thrashed him back and forth mercilessly.  He looked into its eyes, and saw a deep, dark abyss filled with nothing but hatred.  It let go ruthlessly, and NightSong flew fifty feet before tumbling roughly to a stop on his left side.  He moaned in agony, looking down at his leg.  It was mangled to ruin, and blood was pouring out of it onto the ground.  The beast spun around, roaring in the same otherworldly tone as the scream.  NightSong heard a crumbling noise.  He looked up, tears streaming down his face, and what seemed to be a never ending black sky above had had a hole punctured into it.  There was light streaming through the gap.  NightSong looked down once again at the beast.  It growled for an instant, before charging at him once again with blinding speed.  NightSong knew what he had to do.  He took off into the air, flying towards the light.  The beast roared, breathing out a pulsating aura that followed NightSong as he flew, its one purpose to stop him from reaching that light.

 

 NightSong looked back up, and flew faster than he had ever flown before at his last light, his last sanctuary, his last hope.


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Posted 08 November 2013 - 04:26 AM

Miles made no sound apart from his labored breathing. His hope had started to fade. His brother made no motion or noise. Blinded by his confusion and guilt, Miles could not see the movement of the diaphragm in his brother's ribs. He had already resigned himself to the noose, dead certain that his brother was already dead. His head grew heavy and he felt warmth throughout his entire body. He was ready. With one hoof he steadied himself against the table and placed the other on the barrel of his rifle. Around him, he could hear Silver distracting himself with another patient; Fleetfire was standing off to his left; two nurses across the table from him. The door opened and another mare entered, though he did not turn his head to look. The voice was familiar -- Ice. He hung his head a bit, ashamed that they would have to witness what he was about to do.

 

Miles whimpered softly and braced himself against the table as he reached farther down the side of the rifle. A tear rolled down his cheek, I wonder what it feels like to d...? Time to find out just what it is that I've done. I'm ready. He paused and bit his lip, letting his eyes wander back to his brother's face. Taking his hand from the table, he placed it around Nightsong's neck and hugged him tightly, "I'm sorry... I'll be right behind you, brother... like I promised..." He hoisted his rifle up, bringing the end of the barrel to rest directly beneath his chin. The nurses' eyes opened widely as they began to understand what he was planning. He took his free hoof and set the hammer back before placing it on the trigger. He began his motion to squeeze the trigger just as Nightsong's voice echoed in his mind. "Miles..."

 

Before him, the body of his brother reacted violently to his plan. Nightsong's would-be corpse spasmed wildly on the table, threatening to loosen the bindings holding him down. Miles did not comprehend the fact that his brother was moving and took the sound of Nightsong's hooves slamming into the table as the noise of his rifle going off and his life ending over his brother's. A gut-wrenching feeling gripped Miles, lurching him forward. He dropped his rifle, sending it clattering to the floor. The warm feeling in his body had turned into a searing pain that covered every inch of him. Beneath him, his brother heaved and turned, convulsing back to a state of reality. Miles could not get a grip on the situation, let alone have any conceivable idea as to what was happening.

 

A primal instinct inside of him took control of him. It spoke in a language not of words, but of indescribable feelings, things he had never before felt in his life, drowning every other sound and every other presence around him out and urging his front legs to wrap tightly around his brother in hopes that he could keep him safe from whatever creature had taken over his body, or keep others from hurting him. He put his weight down as hard as he could on the body, tightening every muscle in the upper half of his own body in an attempt to stop the struggle. Adrenaline flowed through him but he ignored the heat and pain it caused his already devastated body. Nothing was more important than preserving whatever remained of the mess he had caused, even if it meant fending off those around him. His own wide eyes flashed about rapidly, pleading for help, but daring any who wished to try their luck against him to step near.



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Posted 08 November 2013 - 07:41 AM

Icey coughs a bit, weening out a reply from one of them, before Nightsong started convulsing violently on the table.

She slowly looks over, also seeing Miles drop a gun to the ground and hug Nightsong, trying to stop him.

"Miles...? Miles, what are you doing...?" She winces, confused and worried, since she had no idea what was happening.

She struggles against the instinct of fear and wanting to stop him, and steps slowly forward without realizing it.

"Miles, stop. Let him breathe..." she doesn't know what his objective was, or if he was hugging very tight trying to strangle him...

But it seemed like a fairly dangerous situation, and it was so different from the fear when searching for supplies... that fear of being shot out of the sky... it definitely was nothing like this. It had been all too long since something so... difficult to analyse... Dangerous individual, and very, very close by.



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Posted 08 November 2013 - 10:17 PM

The abrupt commotion brought Fleetfire back to awareness. At first, with a sick feeling of horror, Fleetfire thought the worst. That was until she saw Miles' gun hit the floor as he leaned further over his brother's body, which appeared to be moving rather violently against the restraints. "Wh- what's happening?" she dared to ask.
At the same time as the question left her lips, Fleetfire noted a pony she had never seen before. She was stood in the corner of the room, with a worried look upon her face. Her distraction was quickly diminished by the further commotion from Nightsong; she hurried over to the bed and stood beside Miles, a hoof reaching out hesitantly as her own uncertainty set in.

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Posted 10 November 2013 - 01:59 PM

Silver turned to see the commotion back over by Night Song and saw what was happening. Oh shit... "Nurse, get the doctors back in here now!" He shouted and the mare ran off upstairs. Silver had done his First Aid training and had dealt with some pretty messy wounds before but his expertise was limited. "Fleet stand back" he said as he pulled Miles off of his brother and held him back. The young pony hit him in the muzzle as he grabbed him causing him to bleed from his lip. Although Silver was much stronger than Miles he was putting up a fair fight, one which would end in one of them getting hurt "Icey, get that syringe pack over there and inject Night Song with 20mg of Halcion, it's the blue vile." he ordered and pulled Miles back tighter as he tried to escape his grasp. "Miles calm down he's going to be ok... Just relax and let the doctors deal with it." Silver tried to sound calm as he said it but it came out as more of a shout. "Somepony pick up that damn weapon!" For Celestia's sake this is why i never became a medic... 



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Posted 10 November 2013 - 03:18 PM

Damn crutch is taking me such a long time to get there. Strike finally reached the medical bay to see a nurse running through  the corridor. "What the hell was that about?......" He paused for a second "Silver Wing.... Not again" Strike rushed through the medical bay despite the pain. Reaching the room. Strike saw a convulsing body Silver Wing holding Miles and two other ponies who he couldn't remember the names.... "Silver what the fuck did you do now?!!.."



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Posted 10 November 2013 - 03:33 PM

Silver turned to see Strike walk in on with a crutch. "What did i do? The fuck happened to you? That little filly bang you up that bad?" he shouted. "You know that really suits you, you've got the whole old stallion look now" Although he felt sorry for Strike it was the last thing on his mind. "Do something useful and at least tell me Vectes brought back all of the supplies from the Darkwing camp?" he asked. He'd sent them out about an hour ago so he hoped they'd have been back by now.



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Posted 10 November 2013 - 08:11 PM

Icey runs over to a tray, picking up the blue vile and reading the label.
Correct.
She sticks it into night song, slightly gaging at the needle.
Oooh g-god.. Bluegh
She watches what it would do to him

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Posted 10 November 2013 - 10:25 PM

Acids eyes flutterd open, her ears waking her from the sound of a rather large ruckus that over took the place. The white over head lights hit her in a instant, winceing. How long was she out if, where was she. The thoughts buzzed around her head once more. She knew she was not in a royal guard base, she whould have been exicuted if she was. Also she noted as her eyes became more focused, was the roof cloud?

She rolled her head sligtly seeing a iv drip connected to her, as well as a armed guard watching her. But due to the ruckus he was focused elsewhere. Why was she still alive, if it was bandits she whould have been killed on the spot. She remembered what happened back at that camp suddenly, her heart raced. She started slipping over the side to get out of the bed and make her way to the door.

As she placed her hindhoofs to the plush surface of the cloud she stumbled forward onto her face, the iv bag following suit with a thud. Crap she looked up seeing the iv line tangled around one of her hoofs and the guard quicky rushing to her, gun pointing down at her head. "This isn't what it looks like??" She lied obviously a light grin on her face.

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Posted 10 November 2013 - 11:10 PM

Strike gave an annoyed chuckled and replied to Silver "Oh Silver I had a message for you... What was it? Oh yeah Fuck Off" Strike rubbed his mane "Anyways I need to talk about that Filly over there in private" Strike shot a glance to see the mare falling on the ground and a guard above her. Strike slowly walked up to her and tapped on the guard's shoulder. "I'll deal with her" Strike looked at her rather puzzled "Uhh... What are you doing?"



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Posted 11 November 2013 - 01:06 AM

She chuckled slightly looking up at the guard. A unmoved look over there face, Acid sighed seeing a all too familiar face. "Oh, you again. I was um... I was just going to get some freash air, and take a stroll into the woods just outside." She grinned standing up onto her hooves the iv tube untangled now. "So you can go back to playing Wonderbolt, and what ever else this pack of misfits likes to do." She finnished starting to walk to the door and to the woods they where behind them. (She Thinks this is on the ground since cloud stiching is now a rare talent eversince the fall of cloudsdale and the weather factory )

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Posted 14 November 2013 - 04:36 AM

((Whelp, bump the boat in any case. Skel don't get all lethargic on us. Post, man!))

 

Miles struggled against Silver's grasp, thrashing about wildly as he felt the vice tighten on him. He broke one hoof free and swung it back towards Silver, hitting him in the nose. "No! Let go of me! I've... I've gotta..." He felt the grip give slightly in the struggle and he twisted his torso in an attempt to break it, giving his back leg just enough room to get between Silver's legs and lock around his knee. Miles fought with Silver until he felt the leg pick up to shift weight. In a quick move he swept his leg forward and threw his weight back into Silver, nearly toppling the pair backwards. He kept up the assault and swung his rear up into Silver's stomach, breaking free of his hold.

 

He didn't expect to break the hold at all and his balance was equally as not prepared, his leg still locked between Silver's legs gave him no room to balance himself and he fell forward to the ground. His front legs went forward to brace himself against the fall and he screeched to a halt, his eyes saw only the floor in front of him and his rifle. His rifle. The reason he had shot his brother, the reason he thought he had died, why he was here and his brother there, the reason why he had nearly shot himself, and why he was being restrained. No, don't blame the tool. Blame the user. It's my fault. I did this. He clutched it tightly in his hoof and lowered his head. He hated Nightsong for putting him through this, for not being there, for not coming back, for not telling him. He hated Silver for keeping him from his brother, he hated Icey for putting his brother back under, but most of all he hated himself. If he hadn't pulled the trigger, there wouldn't be anything to go through. If he pulled the trigger now, there would be much less to go through. As soon as the thought entered his mind, his brother's voice echoed from one of their first weeks in the Academy.

 

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The wind was cold and brisk, fifty-seven degrees. Seven knots from the northwestern mountains. They had been training hard the entire week and many had already dropped out. Miles was nearly to that point. His body ached and his breath was like fire in his throat. The instructor had nearly yelled his ears off by the time Nightsong had made it back to where Miles had fallen during their obstacles.

 

"I... I don't think I can make it... I..."

 

"You don't think, or you don't want?"

 

"I..." The question struck him dumb, he had not expected something so simple yet so full.

 

"You can't make it, or you don't want to try? That's not the Miles I know. The Miles I know would stand back up and take another round before asking for more, unless you're not that Miles?" Nightsong said, holding a hoof out to his brother, "Come on, get it together. If you can't pull through this, what would you do if..."

 

Miles looked his brother in the eye, filling in the blank with the worst despite his best effort to keep it in. His eyes instinctively went down to the ground and he shuddered at the thought. He wouldn't lose him that easily, and the thought that his brother had come back for him renewed a bit of his vigor. Miles took hold of the hoof and groaned as he was pulled up from the ground. His brother's hoof still in his, he smiled. "That's not going to happen. The Miles you know will be there to take that bullet, and ask for another for good measure. We'll make it, and it's gonna take a lot more than some stupid logs in my way to keep me down. Thanks..."

 

The pair took off to complete the course, running side by side. The presence beside him made him forget his pains and the details. He focused on what was ahead of him and who was beside him. They would complete the course.

 

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I'm so stupid, he thought as he braced a hoof against the rifle and looked up at his now-still but alive brother. He was there for me the whole time, and look what I've done to repay him. He started to stand up and grab his rifle, turning back to nod solemnly at Silver, who had been watching him carefully. As he stood, he thought of their days in the Academy as prospective flyers and how nothing could hold them down. He was still angry, furious even, that he could let himself be in this situation. That he would put his brother here. But he knew the way of the world, there was no way to change it now, and Silver's face looked just as furious as he felt, though it could've just been the way he looked him in the eye.

 

Miles knew he had just dug himself an even deeper hole in his moment of ignorance, but he stood ready to take his punishment. Something deep inside him might have even desired some sort of justification. He squinted his eyes faintly as if to ask, Well? Hit me. I made you bleed, so make me. Everypony here knows I deserve it. He clutched his rifle in his hoof and planted the butt firmly on the ground.



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Posted 17 November 2013 - 08:32 PM

Oh fucks sake Miles you stubborn little stallion... He wiped his blood off his nose and got up eyes focused on Miles who was now standing with his rifle. Silver could tell that he knew exactly what he was feeling. For some reason he just found it hard to look at the two pegasi in the same room, when they joined the Academy he was Captain of Flight Team 3, they showed an ability to work together more than any other Flight pair he'd seen in all his years of instructing at the Academy. Times once passed now seemed to be a wishful memory, things that could have been that were now impossible. If it weren't for the Fallout Silver could see himself retiring from active duty and allow the younger generations to fill the place. He could imagine Night Song and Miles being the Commanders of the Academy when their time came, they had a perfect sense of leadership and duty, something Silver wished that if it came to it they would be able to do once he was gone.

 

Miles stood before him at an almost attention as if to say 'Go on then, do something'. He wasn't sure what to do next, he could just shout at him or hit him to the deck. Come on Silver, think what Spitfire and Soarin taught you. Sometimes you have to close the distance between your team and just get personal not for your sake but for theirs. Taking steps towards Miles he narrowed his eyes, he stopped inches away from the stallion and took a deep breath. He looked Miles straight in the eye and stepped forward in a quick motion, pulling Miles closer and hugging him.



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Posted 17 November 2013 - 11:48 PM

Strike watched the scene in deep thought as this pegasus claerly lost it, he waited to see what the Great Commander would do, but upon seeing Silver hugging him Strike became furious "This pegasus assaulted his commander and proved to be a danger to himself and others around him!!" Strike paused for a moment "Yet you simply hug him in hopes he'll be good again. .. Silver you're soft..."

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Posted 27 November 2013 - 02:27 PM

 As he flew towards the light, NightSong felt strength returning to his body.  Each flap of his wings was filled with a new energy; a new vigor.  A new look of determination took over his eyes, and he sped even faster towards his goal, blood dripping from his leg as he went.  The beast's dark aura, however, was still gaining on him.  The dark mass moved closer  and closer to him at an alarming rate.

 

 NightSong felt a sudden urge to give up; to just let the pain end.  Then he thought of Miles, his brother's voice, his face, his presence.  A single tear came running down his cheek.  He shook his head and sped on, the aura inches from his tail.

 

 The light was twenty feet away, ten, five.....  The aura touched his tail, immediately singing it, before NightSong finally collided with his destination.  An explosion of light filled his head, and was instantly gone, leaving nothing but silence behind.  NightSong hung there for a moment in the dark, before realizing that the only reason that the darkness was present was because he had his eyes closed.  All he had to do was open them.  Slowly, NightSong did so.  A white light blinded him for a moment before his eyes adjusted, and when they did, he found himself face to face with the beast. But... it was not the beast this time...   It had been tamed, drawn back its terrible form into its carrier.  NightSong was face to face with Miles.



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Posted 17 December 2013 - 10:45 PM

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Posted 18 December 2013 - 08:19 PM

((Sorry, it was just a very very long post, and in my opinion possibly one of my best rp posts ever))

 

A lone zebra trotted along a road not massively far from the academy. He'd seen a sign that said it was "quite a ways away". This particular zebra was not at all fond of equestrian measurements, and thus had been walking for a good 16 hours. In all that time, he'd eaten nothing, and drank only terrible cola he'd grabbed from a liquor store.

 

He was on his 10th bottle. As bad tasting as the stuff was, he'd used it to stay awake at night, and it was... kind of growing on him.

 

A dog trotted up behind him, then in front of him.

 

"Sheeka, I'm hungry" The dog said to the zebra.

 

Sheeka sighed "You ate a rabbit like 30 minutes ago"

 

"Yeah but now I'm hungry"

 

"I haven't eaten anything in like 17 hours, stop whining"

 

"Yeah, alright"

 

The two simply continued walking, there wasn't much to do out here in the wastes.

 

"Hey gums?" Sheeka asked the dog

 

"Yeah?" Gums replied with.

 

"You think this 'academy' will have survivors in it?"

 

"I don't doubt it, but I just hope they aren't irradiated"

 

"We can dream huh?" Sheeka chuckled, then thought about the other part of the sign "Who do you think the wonderbolts are?"

 

"Some type of privatised military, probably hired to defend against dragon attacks or something"

 

"Well, if that's the case, I bet it won't be too hard to find some kind of vehicle there, and take them to zebrica, or maybe just join them"

 

"You forgetting your mission?" The dog didn't look amused.

 

"Gums, it's been five years. Literally half your life has gone by, and in dog years you've aged like 40 years. I don't see much to do other than go out, kill raiders. I mean, they probably think we're dead by now."

 

"Doesn't the radio work?"

 

"Don't work in equestria for some reason."

 

"I hate magic"

 

After at least an hour of walking, plus half an hour of collapsed-ness from exhaustion, they finally managed to see the academy.

 

It was behind a mountain, which seemed really really stupid, and was... on a cloud?

 

It was only now he remembered that pegasi resided on clouds for some stupid reason.

 

He started scowling, then started shouting at the heavens.

 

"I WALKED ALL THIS DISTANCE FOR A SETTLEMENT I CAN'T EVEN REACH! FUCK YOU WONDERBOLTS ACADEMY!"

 

He quickly started coughing, shovelled a mentat down his mouth, then started sprinting. He wasn't gonna give up just now. He'd get over there, light a flare or something, then one of the guys living there would see him, and he could at least live near it. 

 

He couldn't let shitty breaking of the laws of physics bring him down.

 

After another FUCKING TEN MINUTES OF RUNNING, he reached a broken shack, then proceeded to stack a bunch of wood together, and lit it on fire.

 

If no one saw that, then the goddamn academy was either completely dead, or was filled with idiots.



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Posted 19 December 2013 - 07:56 PM

Miles heard nothing. For a moment he stood in disbelief, staring into the face of Silver as the room fell quieter. The thrashing about had stopped but it did not register in his mind as the absence of movement behind him. He stood taking it in before realizing that his brother had stopped moving. Miles's eyes opened wide and he flung himself around and nearly jumped onto the table. He looked at Nightsong, convinced that he had waited until Miles had turned his back to give up the fight and die when he wasn't looking. Miles gritted his teeth and looked down, closing his eyes in shock as he bent back down and rested his head on his brother's chest.

 

"No... don't go... Don't..." A faint whisper of breath perked his ears up. Deep down, his hope was gone, but he would take any sign. His eyes opened and looking back up at him were the shimmering brown eyes of his brother. Is it true? Is he...

 

"Alive...?" he asked, leaning the rifle against the table before putting both his hooves on his brother's cheeks. "N-Night...song?"



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Posted 20 December 2013 - 06:47 AM

Acid looked over at the group hovering over the bed of another one of their crazy pal's. What was with these Pegasi have they gone completely bonkers she pondered as the guard shoved her back onto the bed that she tried to escape from. She turned looking at the bandages wrapped around her torso. ~Well at least for crazy ponies they know how to make a good tourniquet.~ She mused, one of the medical pegasi moved over to her pulling out the IV since she awoke not needing it anymore. She winced as the long point of the needle pulled from her skin followed by a dabble of blood. 

 

"There we go. Out nice and clean now you sit there and don't go running off, besides you are in no condition to be moving for at least a hour or two." The doctor insisted as he walked down the row to another bloodied pegasi; most likely another picked up from the bandit camp or some where else. Acid looked over at the black and silvered haired guard watching over her, his green eyes fixed on her now instead of the commotion crossed the room. "Soooo, no chance for me to get some fresh air..... Is there?" She tease at the guard for some sorta reaction. He simply glared at her pulling his gun lightly up to show that he still had it. "Hrmp, well your no fun sour puss." Acid crossed her fore-hoof's falling back into the cloud pluff pillow behind her head. 


Edited by AcidRain, 20 December 2013 - 06:48 AM.


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Posted 20 December 2013 - 07:34 AM

Harmony Wings was quite a bit behind and above the zebra, and she was watching his every move. After a long flight she needed something living to watch, and he was quite intresting. He seemed to have a dog, and talk to imaginary friends. How very childish she thought bitterly. After he built a fire, she decided to go to him. He may be insane, but that was a chance she was willing to take. She swooped down gracefully, before landing by the zebra. She knew the academy was literally right next to them, be she thought this zebra needed a bit of help. "Hello?" She asked, waiting for either a attack or a greeting or, maybe, neither.

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Posted 20 December 2013 - 03:48 PM

Sheeka had been loading his rifle, when suddenly a voice said hello to him. This made him jump, but hey, raiders didn't say hello. They just stabbed you.

 

He slowly turned around. Gums was growling at the pegasus.

 

As Harmony came into view he replied with "Uh, hi I guess" in his deep voice. His hoof was ready to whip out his 9-shooter and blast her if she tried to attack him.



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Posted 22 December 2013 - 02:25 AM

"Well so much for my shack, Maybe I should've tried that long ago?" A wrinkled old pegasus seemed to step from nowhere.

"Isn't it already warm, jeez it's like you were trying to cook somepony. Now where'd my sunscreen go?" He looks forlornly at the new bonfire. then immediately shuffles off. Mumbling about sunscreen and its creation.

 

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Posted 23 December 2013 - 09:38 PM

Spoiler

 

Outside, wind blew tumbleweeds across the dirt ground, kicking up clouds of red dust. Mutated animals swaggered about, looking wearily for a shrub to feed upon. A rabbit with pus-filled warts and balding fur twitched its right ear and glanced towards a large shadow. It looked up to be greeted by the Wonderbolt Academy, sat atop a large cloud. The Academy bobbed about in the air like a boat on water.

 

Within the third standing dormitory building, Sooty sat on her bed, fixated on her radio that was presently playing nothing but static as she twiddled with its knobs. She appeared to be waiting to hear a voice, but when she heard distinguishable words she did not pause to listen and continued playing with the radio's controls. Content, she smiled down upon the contraption and brought her hind legs up to her chest, hugging them with her frayed wings.

 

A bipedal figure appeared beside her, tall and pitch-black with no face or arms. It stood, its upper body arched down and twisted due to the limitations of the ceiling. Synchronised with the static noise, specks of white danced upon its black coat like a sparks off of a fire after new fuel had been cast upon it. Opening its mouth (the only visible feature of its body), a high-pitched noise filled up the room.

 

"Long-Legs, quiet." Sooty spoke calmly with no fault in her voice. Long-Legs promptly shut his mouth and remained standing, looming above Sooty like a tree bent by the wind. The two were well-acquainted, they had first met during Sooty's time away from the Academy. He had been stood in the shadows of a burned-out building and followed her like a shadow. The mare had soon taken notice of him and they had continued together - the coal-coated mare and her shadow.

 

They were still for a moment, Sooty sat upon her bed and Long-Legs bent double over her, gazing at the radio as it crepitated, atune to the white sparks dancing across its nimble body. An arm extended from the right of its chest with long fingers, wispy like dark smoke. Sooty swatted away its hand with haste and in tiny hexahedrons, the limb disappeared into the air. Again, they were stationary, both fixated upon the radio as it played noise.

 

Soon, Sooty stood and switched off the radio, putting it inside her backpack. With the radio gone, Long-Legs scuttled beneath Sooty's bed. The coal-coated mare picked up her backpack and looked inside it. Everything was there: a single packet of cigarettes, food enough for a week and her crossbow. She reached up and removed her brown leather jacket from the nail it was hung upon. After putting on her jacket, she swung her backpack over her shoulder and left her room, continuing out of the damaged dormitory into the outside.

 

The mare spread her damaged wings and flew down, towards the dusty ground of the Badlands. She swooped past a rabbit with balding fur as it searched a tumbleweed for food.



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Posted 30 December 2013 - 10:41 PM

((Sooooo..... is this gonna get continued or what?



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Posted 31 December 2013 - 03:15 AM

(That depends on Iwo..... He needs to post for this to move.......)



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Posted 31 December 2013 - 04:10 AM

((Sent Iow a message, I also need Skelx to post so I can post again. I'll message him too))



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Posted 31 December 2013 - 02:15 PM

((IOW obviously hasn't been online for a while, so all we can do is wait for him unless anyone knows of another way to contact him. Skel is active, though, so that shouldn't be any trouble.))



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Posted 08 January 2014 - 11:16 PM

((Skel, we need you. Please. And we need to decide what we're going to do about IOW and the leadership of the WB since it's starting to become apparent that he is not returning.))



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Posted 08 January 2014 - 11:20 PM

((If he is not Returning then next in line is: Stardustboy then myself to take charge. No offence to IOW he is a great friend and all but I don't want to see the Wonderbolts die for the 3rd time...)


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Posted 08 January 2014 - 11:25 PM

((I'm here. And with all due respect Rena, should we not pick someone who has more time on their hands? You being an admin and all. Anyway... sorry for the delay.))

There it was. Finally. Living, and in focus. The face of Night Song's brother. The face of Miles.

Although it had been a very long time, Night Song could easily tell how weathered his brother had become. The once cheerful and energetic stallion had become darkened and reserved. His face showed an expression of disbelief mixed with hope, but at the same time seemed to show a quiet sort of depression. Some faint scars on Miles' face were present; visual recordings of harsh battles and dangerous missions that had occurred in the past five years. At least he had seen the sky, though, instead of the inside of a dungeon cell.

Pushing Miles' hooves away from his face, Night Song spoke to him:

"Miles... Is it really you?"

Edited by Skelxon, 08 January 2014 - 11:32 PM.


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Posted 08 January 2014 - 11:30 PM

((I have time really. What matters is not how much time someone has but what they do with the time they do have. And if anyone is to take charge of the Wonderbolts, personally I would like whom ever they may be to have experience in a position of leadership as well as the knowledge of Military structure and command... ^_^))



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Posted 08 January 2014 - 11:35 PM

((I really don't care who's taking charge of the RP. All I want is activity: I'm not asking for 5 posts a second, but at the very least, one post per week. Is it not too much to handle?

 

Also, I'm sure IOW wouldn't be fussed if someone other were to take charge of events while he's on his hiatus-of-sorts. In fact, he'd likely be pleased to know that we have the faith in this RP to continue without him. I know that I'd be chuffed if someone carried on an RP of mine while I was away.))



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Posted 08 January 2014 - 11:38 PM

((I understand that, but you do have the admin responsibilities as well, remember. And also, guys, if you want to post more than once, that is completely fine. I personally enjoy reading continuations of the characters' stories.))

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Posted 09 January 2014 - 03:01 AM

((It's not so much the rp itself as it is the Wonderbolts faction, Squint. It doesn't matter who's in charge of this particular thread rp, if anybody at all.))

 

The voice was like a whisper from the past, something he had convinced himself he would never hear again. It took a moment to register in his mind that it was indeed the same voice he had remembered from so long ago. He shuddered slightly at Nightsong's touch. It was all so surreal. One moment his brother had been dead for years, and just now he hadn't been? That much did not register with him, but it also didn't help his attempt at understanding it in his mentally exhausted state. He was aware, though, that his brother was either alive, or a construct of his own faint hope that that was the case.

 

For a minute he stood staring blankly into Nightsong's face, "I'm here... It's me... but... Nightsong? Is it really... you? But... But you were... d-..." Miles stopped, a stuttering exhale stopping his speech. He couldn't even bring himself to say it for fear of breaking down on the spot. The red stallion looked away, afraid to make eye contact again. He felt sick, claustrophobic, and afraid. He knew he was to blame, whether Nightsong truly was alive or not, and he was afraid of the consequences should it be taken the wrong way by those around him.

 

The room continued to close in on him, the room was silent to him apart from the echo of his brother's question. Something inside him told him to run, but he held firm to the table, unsure of how long he could control himself.



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Posted 09 January 2014 - 04:03 PM

Outside, Sooty took flight. As she flew, the crackling sound of static noise stayed in her ears. A sprinkle of feathers dropped from her strained wings when she flapped, further deteriorating them. The weight of her nearly industrial-sized crossbow pulled her down. All the same, Sooty rose up above the clouds of the Wonderbolt Academy, her large but overworked wings lifting her higher. Once at an altitude sufficient to see the entire cloud formation, she stopped and hovered for a while.

 

Her ash-black head looked about and she spun slowly to have a look about at the Academy. Nothing was out of the ordinary. By that, she meant that nothing was there, or little at most. The dormitories hadn't fared well following the Fallout. They had been hit by the heat from the blast and the densely-formed cloud had been split up, leaving a group smaller than what had been before the days of scientific irresponsibility. However, this was how things were now. The past was impossible to restore, but what they could do now was ensure that the future didn't darken.

 

Now, Sooty flew towards the other side of the Academy, planning to go and sit to look out for a while. It was nice to look out of that side of the clustered Academy. Of course, mountain aside, it bore no significant difference to the landscape outside the dormitories, but she was so used to seeing the vista outside the small window of her room that she knew the number of rabbit-holes there by heart. Nineteen, exactly. Perhaps she could count them on this side, too. The last time she came here, as she remembered, there had been twelve.

 

As she reached the edge of the cloud, a pillar of grey smoke rose in the distance. Below, on the surface, she could make out a few ponies.. One, two, three. Yes, a few ponies. They stood around a fire, which was quite obviously the source of the plume of grey. She also spotted a shack-- shed? No, a shack. What on Earth were they three doing here, with a fire at daytime? It would be obvious to any other pony that they were trying to get the attention of the 'Bolts at the Academy. However, with her common sense shadowed, Sooty became suspicious and hostile.

 

The mare dropped her rump onto a cloud slightly below the main formation and sat, looking down on these impostors with a judging stare. Behind her, a shadow lingered, freckled by crepitating white specks. Within her head, the static noise grew louder.



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Posted 11 January 2014 - 05:59 PM

((I've just come back to the forums today, sorry for my long absence but it couldn't be helped. I've currently been training for the Army in which my application process is going well. If it continues to do so i'll probably be leaving some when towards the end of the year but training in my spare time. I don't believe that it's fair to leave the Wonderbolts without a leader. So from this point on, i'm stepping down as Commander. I'll try to pop on whenever i can but from now on Rena's in charge, though i'd like to talk to him about who he's going to promote upwards. I'll make all the switch overs and if you want we could do a little ceremony as a goodbye, i'd certainly like it. It's been really fun doing this but my real life commitments take presidency over this. Thank you for continuing and i hope to still get on when i can))



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Posted 11 January 2014 - 06:31 PM

((Holy moley ur back ^_^, if you need to get a hold of me pm me or let me know when ur on mubley ))



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Posted 11 January 2014 - 06:34 PM

((I'm on mumble now so if you can get on now probably best to talk about it properly))



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Posted 11 January 2014 - 07:07 PM

(ok))



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Posted 11 January 2014 - 08:51 PM

Fleetfire trotted over to Nightsong's bed and stood alongside Miles. "You know," fleetfire said, looking miles in the eye with the faint trace of a smile around her lips. "Instead of causing absolute mayhem, you could have just waited to see if he would get better."
Her gaze shifted fron Miles to the rifle resting on the floor. She let out a strained breath, wondering what could possibly lead a pony to such extremes, but then she remembered the world in which she lived and sighed sadly. Her eyes found Nightsong's and, in the starkness of his waking reality, she saw his health returning.
"Miles, there is nothing more to fear for now," she murmured in quiet certainty. "He is back."
((Let's keep this RP alive too, if we can :D))

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Posted 18 January 2014 - 06:48 PM

((bump))



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Posted 18 January 2014 - 06:53 PM

((I'm waiting for Blazer (I think) and them lot))



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Posted 18 January 2014 - 07:51 PM

((sq how can i reply to your post when my character wouldn't notice yours))



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Posted 18 January 2014 - 07:57 PM

((She's right on the edge of the cloud. Against the white surface, she'd stick out like a sore thumb.))



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Posted 18 January 2014 - 09:22 PM

((he's not looking up though

He's not gonna see her unless she tries to talk with him))

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Posted 18 January 2014 - 09:40 PM

((Well he'd better look up, because she won't say anything.))



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Posted 22 January 2014 - 05:43 PM

((This is dying. No, this is dead.))

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Posted 24 January 2014 - 12:32 AM

((It's always been slow paced, as I understand. Also, we all just got back to work/school/etc, so it's only natural for there to be a lack of activity. This thread isn't yet fit to be severed from the RP forums by Cave.))



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Posted 24 January 2014 - 01:12 AM

((Skellll, postttt))



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Posted 27 January 2014 - 05:18 AM

(( I kinda died off :P sorry, been getting busy and all sorry ))



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Posted 28 January 2014 - 01:45 AM

((well, it would be hard to continues this one since IWO whom was a major role in this is not active as much, I'll be setting up a new Rp and system as soon as I can. So yeah...)



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Posted 28 January 2014 - 05:39 AM

((ooh, sounds ok))




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