“No no no...” A unicorn groaned, trotting swiftly across a brightly-lit room full of supply shelves and chemical vats. Along the far end, a thick round door loomed, and next to it resided a tiny indentation laced with manafibers. “You shouldn't be using that many infernal shards!”
“But... but the conjuration spell—” stammered one of two earth ponies attempting to assemble a crystal-powered contraption atop a metal table in the center of the room.
“—is going to work!” The unicorn frowned. He wore a tight uniform stained from head to tail with manadust, and his mane had been long-frazzled from hours upon hours of mana-exposure. “We're using an age-old enchantment made by the wyverns long ago. It's never failed before and it'll never fail again!”
“But...” One of the earth ponies looked up, muzzle scrunching. “Aren't you afraid that the infernal shards won't house the manacharge swiftly enough for a full burst.”
“That's not going to be an issue. Trust me.”
“But... it's going to make for a slow burn!” The earth pony gestured. “And Boss Revan wants those apartments burnt to a crisp!”
“Heheheheh...” The unicorn shook his head. “You're new here. So I'm gonna make this explanation short and sweet.” He trotted over and placed a hoof on the earth pony's shoulder. “This is not about the apartments... but the ponies living with them.”
“But... I thought the point was to make an example for the others leeching off the Syndicate's property?”
“And you can't make an example without blood,” the unicorn said, his eyes flaring with a brief flash of wicked joy. “No more than five infernal shards per detonator. That ensures that the fire will be a slow burn.” He grinned. “And so will be the deaths of those in the blast radius.”
The two earth ponies exchanged glances, gulping.
“Gotta grow a pair to use a pair, fellas,” the unicorn said, trotting off. “Especially in this business. Boss Revan hired me a long... long time ago, and I've learned ever since that he doesn't employ no sissies.” He turned around, only to be stared down by a menacing griffon with coal-black eye lenses. “Eeeep! Mommy!”
Wildcard spat his toothpick into the unicorn's face.
Ping! The wooden thing ricocheted hard off the thug's horn, leaving a mark. “Augh!” The unicorn stumbled back, clutching his forehead. WHUMP! He took a violent metal punch to the gut.
The other two gasped, jumped up from behind their table, and reached for their crossbows—SCH-SCHIIINK!—until their crossbows were sliced in half by razor-sharp talons.
Within the next second, Wildcard headbutted one thug, tripped the other, gripped the second thug's falling body, then swung him like a club into the first. Both ponies' propelled into the unicorn's figure so that all three collapsed hard in the center of the room, reduced to a weak, groaning heap.
Wildcard, meanwhile, twirled to a stop. Gazing at the bodies, he reached his right talon blindly outward. Snatch! He grabbed his toothpick before it hit the floor and stuck it back into his beak.
Rainbow Dash, in the meantime, was still crawling out of the air vent. She plopped onto the floor, whistling at Wildcard's talon-work. “Y'know what? Scratch what I said earlier. A cool head's overrated.” She looked at the table and its surrounding assortment of crystal-powered electrical guts. “So... this is Tartarus' kitchen, eh? Yeesh... I'm starting to hate these guys more and more by the second.”
Wildcard pointed a sharp talon past Rainbow Dash.
She spun about, blinking.
Before them both stood the large round door to the Vault.
“So that's it, huh?” Rainbow Dash galloped up to the edge, pressing her ear to the door. “Hmmmmm...” She leaned back, breathing evenly. “So... what do you feel, Rares?” Silence. The mare's eyes lit up. “Wow... you certain? Cuz... like... that's more than Echo estimated. If that's so, then we might not have enough to carry.” More silence. “Yeah... you're right. I guess we will have to see for ourselves.” Rainbow turned and looked at the console surrounding an indentation. “Is that what I think it is, Twi?” A beat. “Well, unless Wildcard accidentally broke the unicorn's spine, I think we still... have...” Her words trailed off. Blinking, she turned and looked behind her.
Wildcard stood in place, leaning away from the pony with a look of total awkwardness.
Rainbow bit her lip. “Look, I have... uhhh... feminine intuition! Yeah!” She flinched at a space of air beside her, sneered, then returned to grinning at the griffon. “Oodles and oodles of feminine intuition!”
Wildcard merely raised an eyebrow.
“Pffft... whatever.” Rainbow Dash marched past him. “Now we gotta figure out a way to start the flood downstairs. How much time we have left?”
Wildcard pulled a pocketwatch out of his bandolier. He grimaced slightly, then held the thing out for Rainbow to see.
“Guhhhh...” Rainbow Dash made a face, tail flicking. “Not much longer until the Arrowfish shoves off. We gotta make some noise soon so that your buddy Bard will get the message and ditch this place at the same time we do.” She tapped her chin, looking towards the sealed entrance to the storage room. “Hmmmm... these walls are thicker than we thought, eh, Rare? Just what's gonna work...?” She looked at Wildcard. “How many explosives do you have left on ya?”
At that, Wildcard flinched back, clutching his bandolier with a suspicious glare.
“Look... feminine intuition, remember?” Rainbow sighed. “Even if I haven't got much of the 'femme'...” She looked around, gnashing her teeth. “Darn it... we need more explosions! Why does it always come down to that?”
A metal talon tapped a table loudly.
Rainbow spun to look.
Wildcard held up one of the many Syndicate bombs that the group was working on.
“... … ...” Rainbow Dash smiled wickedly, trotting over. “Ooooh... I like it... I like it!” She tapped the manacharges with a grin. “So bitterly ironic n'stuff! Like Flankspeare in the Park! Only with more balls of fire!”
Wildcard's beak curved.
“Okay... no more wasting time.” Rainbow Dash opened her saddlebag just wide enough to store two of the charges. “Best to let me make the trip downstairs.”
Wildcard cocked his head curious to the side.
“Cuz... dude...” She struggled to secure the explosives, then pulled the saddlebag tight. “I can figure my way down to the bottom two floors without getting seen. Trust me. You're better off staying here and... erm... figuring out how to open the vault.”
Wildcard glanced over at the stirring thugs. He turned back to Rainbow Dash and nodded.
“Okay. Look. Things are about to get super loud really soon.” She pointed at the griffon. “When I come back... it's when all Tartarus will have broken loose. Bolt the front entrance. I'll come in through the vent... although I... m-might have some floodwater following me.”
Wildcard simply nodded.
“Good thing nothing fazes you, bright eyes.” Then, with a deep breath, Rainbow snuck back out through the vent, gone in a blur.
Feminine intuition my flank. The only ones with feminine intuition in this story were Props and EE.
I wonder if its feasible to use that money to rebuy Doc's ship?
Rainbow has feminine intuition, alright. She just has to borrow it.
You know why.
Hmm... shouldn't his beak already be curved? And if he's a straight-beak, then how would he be able to curve it in the first place...?
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'S gon' b loud soon.
6210782 Hookers and blow.
We need a .gif of this.
You can't fool Wildcard, RD. He knows you're hacking. Frickin' wall hacker.
(Is it just me or have Rainbow's hacks gotten fancier over time?)
This is going to become a thing, isn't it...
Good question. Some short skirts would be lovely as well.
6210839 She does have Scarity for fashion advice and Spookle for an extra voice of reason now. Though, I guess a lot of the covert-y stuff RD's done has been solo in the past (like the office smashing right before her green mane got cleaned up in the Val Roa arc).
"Feminine Intuition" has to be the silliest way for her to explain that ever. But it works.
To quote Leeloo from The Fifth Element, "Big bada boom." Well... not yet. but soon.
Beating a motherfucker with another motherfucker, I see.
Is there a reason this guy's a massive Gary Stu?
Well that was a neat little action sequence.
Like a boss...and a cat.Cat boss.
-Memories given light, ease a lonely flight. Ynanhluutr.
Pfft! Feminine intuition.
Riiight.
Wildcard and Dash so need to do a simultaneous headbutt at some point.
Dammit! Some Twilight Snarkle woud've been great to see here.
Rainbow? Female intuition? Pls, the only female intuition she has is the kind that tells her which females are badass
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Wildcard is a Riddick expy.
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Don't worry, I can't do one hundred pushups anyway.
He seems to be taking a break, so I'm issuing a regimen to make sure you lot don't go soft in his absence.
I'm trying to do it justice and ensure that I select sets of exercises that ensure a full-body workout.
When Jake is ready to take up the reigns again I'll step down.
... You folks DO the exercises, right?
As much as I bemoan not wanting to do them myself, I do them.
Well... I attempt to. My success varies. I've nearly
poopedsoiled myself.I want to see Wildcard treat that Vault to a full 30 shard lock remover.
That, and, Infernal shards? Are they related to Chaos Strips, and is that why Rust is in this particular location, because someones managed to somehow get hold of a bit of Machine World? Or is this the local name for that Xonan stuff?
If Boss is talking about the Blight having gone, then it implies that Boss has sent out exploratory ships in order to see what he can take over on the other side, given the legends becoming true. Other groups will therefore be doing the same.
It would go a way to explaining why non of the Crew have turned up yet. Theyve got a full out scrap going on in The Choke.
Which means Rourke will be demanding more, bigger, and heavier battle carriers.
The heat of confusion in battle can greatly inflate the actual number and capability of the enemy. But then, its always better to prepare for an overwealming response, just in case you are wrong.
6210800 The mouth part of beak, probably.
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Funny How I just started playing Borderlands again, and then this title comes along. In before the Vault has some monster inside of it guarding the cash
Wildcard too OP. Pls nerf blizz.
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I still can't get over the fact that you got shipped, literally. I don't think it could have gone any better.
Holy crap! Forget the hoof-to-hoof (talon-to-hoof?), just get this guy some darts to spit or something.
And thus the East Horse sounds more and more crazy to all of those around her. Can not wait for Pink Horse to make the craziness even more intense, or for Orange Horse (That is terribly ironic for AJ) to make it so everyone else sees RD flirting with empty air.
I vote for Revan stowing away onboard the Arrowhead.
Unless that toothpick is made from the core of a dying star, WC's got some serious beak... muscles... something... to make a mark with a spat toothpick.
Two of them, even.
Caught up again. Interesting to see what happens in two weeks worth of chapters. From a smackdown of the bounty hunters to robbing the Syndicate with them.
So here they go, blowing the joint up. Soon the thugs shall be washed up.
I can't help but feel afraid of that Revan guy. Something tells me he shall be more trouble later on.
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Rare Robhredden Birch. Hard as diamond when mixed with griffon saliva!
According to an old scroll somewhere. Maybe. Possibly.
To be fair, if Rainbow had said anything about Twilight and Rarity following her, Wildcard would probably just think she was even crazier.
Time to get this party started!
6211755 I am 500% certain that there is no chance that RD will work up the courage to flirt with AJ any time soon given that she dodged the conversation with Twilight around talking about Roarke, leading me to believe she is still deep in the closet among her friends. Plus she has Roarke to fly back too. I am still not certain how RD is on that situation though, given that they parted with rather final sounding farewells at the time.
Alright, getting the ass-kicking underway! Wildcard's being pretty awesome; as long as he trusts her and Bard doesn't do anything stupid (trust the Force and don't fall to the Dark Side, you dolt), things should go smoothly...
...Or as smoothly as they ever get with Rainbow Dash.
Ah. So I see Rainbow Dash hasn't had the dead friend minions talk yet. That should've be pretty high on the list, so her conspirators could've planned around it.
Hee hee. Everyone thinks Dash is crazy or brillient or insane. Jokes on them. She's all three.
Everyone keeps going on about how Wildcars is Riddick and still all I see is DreamKeepers' Scinter.
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Though I will admit, there is a strong similarity between all three anyway.
6210803 All the upvotes.
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I do the exercises....
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The conversation will probably come up when Rainbow is about to die/uncontrollable chaos explodes from her. I expect nothing less than the most ridiculous of circumstances.
See, what really needs to happen is Dash flies back to Roarke with AJ and then finds Gold Petals and they just have a nice lesbian fourway relationship.
We get cuddles, apples get dashed and bam, everypony's happy.
She'll have to tell them soon.
-Spirit (Yeast and Treacle)
6211646 Implying even a part of the old group is coming over the Choke.
Enough for three ponies in fact
She should've taken a picture of the bombs.
6293589 Pretty much.
6625294 i picture them.looking something like the Crystal Pistol from.Halo. lol
You know, that cut-off-his-horn idea is sounding better and better.
"I'll kill you with my toothpick."
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He's going to be Shell 2.0, isn't he?
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God I hope not. We never need another one of those.
If this is Hell's Kitchen then where is Elektra?