CHAPTER NINE - WHAT GOES AROUND...
"You must not lose faith in humanity. Humanity is like an ocean; if a dew drops of the ocean are dirty, the ocean does not become dirty." - Gandhi
Bit by bit, Peach Cobbler rounded the mine kids onto this great big old ledge above us. It was like a cave-within-a-cave. The metal staircase leading up to it was rickety as all get out, so we could only climb it a few ponies at a time. The whole thing looked like a Manehattan fire escape held in place with dental floss.
"Twenty minutes!" Shouted Strawberry Lemonade.
"Ve don't even have ten minutes," Misty shouted back.
Not this again, I thought.
I couldn't tell if Strawberry was counting down how long we had before the cloak-o's caught up with us; or how long she had left to finish…whatever the heck she was trying to accomplish.
Hesitant to interrupt, I whispered to Twink instead. "Does Strawberry still wanna kill me?"
"Naww," laughed the little pink unicorn. "After the first couple of kids came hollering for tech support, she was ready to fucking skin you."
"I'm right he-ere," said Strawbery Lemonade in a sing-songitty voice. "I can hear you." She perched over the console. A familiar sight.
"Are no-ot," sang Twinkle Eyes right back.
And it was a fair point. Strawberry wasn’t exactly present. She just sorta punched buttons and ignored us.
I found that to be a relief actually, not just 'cause it meant she didn’t wanna skin me anymore. I felt off. The stampede, the shadow. The lack of food and water. When you gallop for your life as fast as you possibly can, stomping on an injured hoof the whole way – you turn into a flaming lantern fueled by a heart-hammering rush. By the time I made it even to temporary safety, I had no oil left to burn.
Click a click a click clickitty click.
"Am too,” answered Strawberry at long last.
I cringed. It felt weird being caught in the middle of this stupid argument.
"Oh yeah? If you’re paying so much attention,” said Twinkle. “What color is Rose's hoof?"
Strawberry spun around. It finally dawned on her that I'd actually made it out. That I was standing right behind her. Safe and sound.
"Whoa, you're alive!" She said.
Before I knew it, I found myself in another painful embrace. My poor ribs. Strawberry laughed and squeezed me as tight as she could. Then, out of nowhere she just sort of stopped, tried to bite down her own smile to feign seriousness, and held me at hoof's distance.
"Just so you know, I'm still gonna kill you," Strawberry said. But she was bad at hiding her smirk. "Some of these kids couldn't even find the ON button."
"Um, yeah,” I said. “That's pretty stupid."
"Ooh!" Strawberry Lemonade whipped back around, and threw herself into her work yet again.
The sound of her voice echoed in my brain. “Ooh. Oooh. Oooooh.” I was starting to getting seriously dizzy.
"Pfft. Don't worry about Strawberry." Twink reassured me. "You shoulda seen her when the first mine-o's came down that tunnel."
Mine-o's. Twinkle Eyes had stolen my nick-naming-of-things method.
Meanwhile, Strawberry occupied herself with that screen. Images and words and symbols and numbers. Looking at pictures of console after console after console. Scouring the mine for signs of life. Anypony who might still be stuck down there. When Strawberry switched points of view, and found that the screen was black, she even pressed her ear against the machine, hoping for a rustle or a peep to reveal itself from the other end. Just to be sure.
Helping other ponies is like zap apple jam, I thought, as my hooves wobbled beneath me. Addictive.
Watching her go, it was clear that Strawberry Lemonade wasn't simply scared, and reaching out for a lifeline of hope anymore. She was on fire.
The way she's meant to be. That little voice in my head again. The one that sounded like me but said stupid garbage about the way things were and weren't supposed to be.
Stupid voice.
"Sure, now you speak up, you fuck."
And that’s the last thing I remember just before my legs gave out beneath me. I reached out, flailing like a flailitty flailing flaily thing, but there was nothing to grab a hold of. Nothing to catch myself with. In desperation, I chomped down on Misty’s nasty unwashed tail, but it still wasn’t enough. Down I went. Into a pale pass-out-ish sort of sleep-but-not-sleep land, with the taste of Misty’s flank on my teeth.
All I could hear was the distant barking of dogs. It was a sound I recognized. In my first dream - my first night in the Wasteland, I heard them just before I woke up screaming. Now they were back, and they were coming for us. Things were finally starting to happen the way they’re meant to.
* * *
After a blackness washed over me (that could have lasted a few seconds, or a few thousand years for all I know), I opened up my eyes. Cobbler, Morning Flower, Misty and Twink were all standing over me in a great big old circle o’ friend.
“Did it work?” Said Twinkle Eyes.
Damnit, she’s worrying about me again.
“Ain’t’cha never had a potion before?” Snapped Cobbler. “Of course it’s working.”
Twink smacked him. The sound of hoof on skull, at just the right velocity and angle, sounds an awful lot like two blocks of wood knocking together.
Clonk.
“Ow!” Said Peach Cobbler.
"Ten minutes, everypony!" Strawberry Lemonade called out, predictable as ever.
“No mind dee Twinkle," said Misty. “She ees slave whole life. Of course she has not had rejuvenative eleexir.”
He wagged his hoof at Peach. “You should learn to be more sensitive, Meester Cobbler.”
The enemy may have been several minutes away, separated from us by several thousand tons of rock, but I was pretty sure that even they could feel the smugness radiating from Misty Mountain’s smirk. It was finally his turn to dish out condescending sensitivity lessons.
“Well, gee, I’m really sorry—“ Cobbler yammered, but I cut him off and went straight to the point.
“Potion?” I rubbed my head. “How does that even work?”
We didn’t have a whole lot by way of healing potions back home. I knew that magic drinks existed, but to be honest, they were kind of mysterious. The sort of thing you'd expect to see in a Starswirl the Bearded museum, or a zebra hut.
“How do you feel?” Said Twinkle.
I thought about it. Tired. My bones and bruises still ached from the stampede. My entire right hoof felt cold as a windigo’s dick. Thanks, Twinkle, for your wonderful influence on the Equestrian Language. But I was well enough to pick myself up off the floor and stand on my three good hooves.
I wondered if such medical magic could have saved Mom.
“Where did you get this?” I said.
“Plucked it off a slave driver back in the mines," answered Cobbler. “Given the condition we left him in, I reckoned he wouldn’t be needing it anymore.”
He meant dead.
I looked around. Druggos. Wounded mine-o’s. Tired, meek slave children. The implications of this news were so mind-boggling I squee'd.
“Well, what are we waiting for? Pass it around, and let’s get out of here!” I giggled.
They all looked at one another. Awkward-like.
“How much did you give me?” I snapped.
“Just a few drops,” said Cobbler.
I let loose a sigh of relief, but the looks on their faces told me I was sighing too soon.
“How much do we have left?”
“Um...none?” Cobbler replied.
“What?!”
Wounded, wounded everywhere, and not a drop to drink. I looked around at the stumblers, and the hobblers, and those being carried and dragged. It was my turn to smack Cobbler.
Clonk! 2x4.
“Fucking assholes!”
I stormed off.
I was off in a corner crying my eyes out when Twinkle came up behind me. Damnit. I was in no mood to be consoled. As luck would have it, she had no intention of doing so.
“You mind telling me what all that bullshit was about?” Twinkle scolded me.
I didn’t face her. I wasn’t sure what I'd say if I did.
“Other kids need it more,” I whimpered. “You know it.”
“Fuck them," said Twinkle. “If I picked some kid at random, for all I know, he’d be a douchebag like Misty.”
I couldn’t help but snort a little laugh.
“What if somepony dies?” I trembled with guilt and anger and confusion. I wasn’t even sure if I was acting out of fear anymore, or if I was just plain pissed off. Probably both.
“What if you fucking died? Do you even care anymore?”
I turned around to look her in the eye.
“Cause I do,” Twinkle added. “Call me crazy but I care about shit like that.”
Go ahead, Twink. Twist the guilt knife. I don’t have enough of that right now.
“I—I—“
“You what?” She snapped.
And that was all I could take. I threw myself at her sobbing. Whatever she’d been trying to do, it had worked better than she’d expected. She ran her hoof through my mane.
“It’s all I have," I moaned. “It’s all I have.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“The idea that I helped some of these kids. It’s all I have.”
“You helped all of us, you dumb fuck.”
I froze. I’d said too much.
“Who in this mountain didn’t you help? Huh?”
I lowered my eyes in shame.
“Seriously who? Name one! Was it that guy?” She pointed. “The one heading out of the cave all ‘look at me I’m breathing fresh air for the first time in months’?”
Twinkle Eyes pointed at another pair of faces in the crowd. “Oh, look, those poor twins over there. Life sure does suck for them. Bet they wish they were getting their asses kicked by cloak-o’s right about now.”
“You’re right," I said softly.
Anything to keep from spilling the beans about the massacre at Sub Mine F. She didn’t need that.
“Damn skippy I’m right.”
She saw me slouching, retreating into my head, and smacked me.
Clonk! 2x4.
I looked up at her, aghast. “What the hell was that for?”
“Nopony picks on my friends.”
“I didn’t!”
I wasn’t sure whether to be scared of her, indignant, or just plain confused.
“Yes you did," she said. “You’re my friend. And you’re picking on yourself. And if I ever catch you doing it again, I’m gonna kick your ass.”
“But that doesn’t even--;”
“Nopony picks on my friends,” Twinkle growled. “Nopony.”
I couldn’t help but smile. She was doing it again. Being so kind and so harsh at the same time.
“Seven minutes!" Shouted Strawberry Lemonade.
Everypony was getting a move on. There were more kids up on the top platform now than on the stairs or the clearing below.
Meep! Twink and I had been whiny pirating so long, that we were practically alone.
“What are you even counting down for?!” I snapped at long last.
Strawberry Lemonade actually heard that one – probably cause it had something to do with one of her stupid countdowns.
“The cloaks are coming!” She snapped. “Now quit bickering and get up there with the rest.”
“You get up there," I barked right back.
Twink and I broke into a gallop.
“Can’t," said Strawberry. “I’m staying.”
Type typitty type type type. Click, clickitty click click click.
I skidded to a halt. Strawberry Lemonade was staying behind?!
"Fine!” I said the last thing she expected. “Why are we running at all? There are, like…a billion of us. We have, like…a trillion of those…"
I waved my hooves around, pointing at the arsenal my friends had pilfered from the Priestess' super special clubhouse.
"…Blam blam kapow…things."
Twink raised an eyebrow.
"Can't we just..."
"Shoot our way out?" Said Cobbler who was still busy herding refugees up those rusty old stairs above us.
"Um...Yeah?"
I had just casually suggested we massacre our enemies. Luna help me, the mines had scrambled my brain.
"Half of these kids are half dead," pleaded Cobbler. “They won't last a giant showdown.”
I wondered how many of them could have benefited from my potion. Then I caught Twinkle eyeballing me. She knew I was on the verge of beating myself up again. I threw my hooves up.
“Don’t hit me!”
“Do you have any idea how many of these kids we had to drag straight out of the brig?" Said Cobbler.
"Brig?" I said. "Like the kids that got captured outta Mine B?" .
I bit my lip and tried to choke back the feeling of hope. It couldn't be true. Those drag marks in the dirt! The kids who'd been snatched away kicking and screaming before they'd had a chance to revolt. Had they actually gotten free?
"Yeah those kids, and from Sub-Mine M, and R."
"They're all from the brig?" I laughed with excitement.
Everypony was starting to look at me funny.
"They are from the brig!" I cheered. "They're from the brig! They’re from the brig!"
I must have looked like the world’s biggest asshole, cheering about their capture and torture, but really, I was just amazed that they’d made it out alive.
"Well, like, ah reckon we ain't no good to these folks if we’s daid," said one nearby pony in a slow and inscrutable drawl.
I could tell just by his grim tone that he was one of the Brig Kids. Victims of a failed rebellion.
"After a while,” he continued. “The cloak-o’s got to shooting, seeing as how things was getting’ outside-a their ordinary comfortin' zone.” The stranger smiled. “They was quite rightfully spooked too. All you fellers with your guns and yer dyn-o-mite. But that wasn’t for a while. Us lucky ones just got all brigged up good and tight.”
They’d only shot when they’d realized we were a bucking army. It made sense. They wanted first and foremost, to keep us enslaved.
"But you're alive?" I said.
The stranger looked himself over, and carefully considered the question. "Last tahme ah checked."
I leapt up - actually literally leapt for joy, as weak as I was. (The landing wasn't so good though. I stumbled forward and hugged the colt who'd told me so. Hugged him so hard he fell down.)
"We seen better days though," he coughed.
As I lay there, propping myself up on my legs, trying not to crush him, I got an up-close look of just how messed up the poor kid was. A mass of small burns were speckled all up and down his face like the chicken pox; his eye was bleeding. He had a wound on his leg - all gross and oozing. It disarmed me to see anypony in that kind of condition.
"We gotta get outta here," I said grimly.
“Reckon, you’re right, Miss um…”
“Rose Petal.”
“Ah. Name’s Turnip Truck, the 14th.” Answered the stranger. “After me pappy, Turnip Truck the 13th.”
"Five minutes," called Strawberry Lemonade.
The last of the kids were almost done making their way up the stairs. It was a small miracle that Cobbler and Misty had gotten them up in time.
"Yo, Straw Lems. Got to go."
"I haven't found them yet." She'd gone from focused and excited to just plain frantic again.
I knew that look. The I Left Them Behind Last Time, But Dammit, Not This Time look.
“There’s more down there, aren’t there?”
Straw turned to me and nodded in blind panic.
I was ready to stay, but honestly, I couldn’t help. I couldn't even find the keyboard on those stupid console things. Plus, Twinkle gripped my shoulder and looked at me sternly. The message was clear: Stick with the group or I’ll kill you.
Strawberry Lemonade turned back to face the console.
“Come on, come on, come on,” she pleaded.
“Who’s still down there?”
“Sub Mine F!” She snapped.
I felt my throat drop into my stomach like a bowling ball.
"Sub Mine F?"
“I haven’t gotten a signal at all.”
“Twink’s right. We need to go," I whispered.
“Really?” Said Twink.
“They’re um...empty," I said. “Sub Mine F. I passed by. There is nothing there.”
“Oh, come on!” Misty shouted from up above. He'd just finished herding the relatively healthy kids out of the opening up there that passed for a door. By the time Turnip Truck the 14th moseyed by, laden head to hoof with weapons, the cave was pretty bare.
"The fuck is this?" Asked Twinkle.
"Reckon once we head off ‘dem daisy cape fellers, they'll come a-chargin' from this here tunnel, and run after us down yonder mountain pass." Turnip pointed outside. "You know, all downhill and advantageous like. Can't have that. Ah’ll hold ‘em back as they charge up yonder stairs."
He patted his weapon lovingly.
"Yeah whatever, Turnip," said Twink. "What the fuck is this? Everypony be a hero day? Get back upstairs you hillbilly fuck."
“No can do, ma’am," he said. “Not with this here leg all infetcified.”
He shook his gooey leg at us.
“Ewwwwwww!” I said.
“Don’t stand a chance out there anyway, so I may as well blow those summabitches straight back to their precious Lord Baal.”
I tried not to think of the potion, and the good it could have done this kid and his leg, but that was damn near impossible with the taste of the damn elixir still lingering on my throat, all coppery and nasty.
“This is crazy," I said.
Mine-o’s, druggo’s. The last of the kids' flanks made it out the big bright hole up there.
“Come on,” I said, putting my hoof on Strawberry Lemonade’s shoulder, trying to physically pry her away. “There’s nothing down there in Sub Mine F. I saw it myself.”
Strawberry swatted my hoof away and stared me down with eyes that could melt coal. “We didn’t find those kids in the brig. The system’s logs show that they were in Section F last anypony checked, and now you’re telling me there’s nothing there? Those kids are down in those mines and I’m gonna find them. Touch me again and I’ll fuck you up so bad you’ll wish the cloak-o’s had gotten to you instead.”
I stumbled back in shock, as much from the harsh words as from the fact that the hornets in my brain got all fired up and pissed off again. Strawberry Lemonade was, after all, The One I’m Meant to Save, and she was refusing to leave.
Twink stepped in. “What the fuck did you just say?”
Uh-oh.
“Girls, stop," I said urgently. “Twink, I’m fine. Seriously.”
“What’d you say to Rose?” Twink snapped. “Go ahead. Say it to me.”
She was a whole foot shorter than Strawberry, but Twink went right to her, looked straight up, and stared at her with eyeballs like canons.
“Say what you said to Rose. I didn’t quite hear you the first fucking time. Say it the fuck again!”
Misty came charging back in. "Girls! Dee cloakos are out there with trucks. Doink fishy thinks!"
“Go!” Said Strawberry. “I’m staying.”
She turned to face the console again.
Hornets, hornets, hornets. Why the Hell wouldn’t this bitch leave?!
I suddenly felt a tiny glimpse of what Twinkle Eyes must have been going through every time I’d thrown myself face first into danger.
I looked up at Misty, who was up on the platform, clutching his own head in pain. He had a bad case of brain hornets too.
Twink on the other hoof, wasn’t done making her point. She grabbed Strawberry, who turned around and smacked her right in the face.
“Don’t touch me!” She roared.
I saw Twink rubbing her cheek. I thought for sure she was gonna whip out a knife or something - carve Strawberry Lemonade up and drink her blood like it actually was lemonade. But something about the rage in Strawberry’s eyes caught Twink off guard. It shocked all of us.
“I—“ Strawberry was shaking as much with fear as with anger.
“I don’t like it when ponies touch me.”
I suddenly remembered how much Strawberry Lemonade had cringed when I’d gripped her by the shoulder back in the cage room. Twink looked up at her with silent understanding. She nodded. Something was happening that I didn’t quite understand.
“Look, just leave Rose Petal the fuck alone, alright?” Said Twink. “Or I am gonna find a fucking brick and introduce it to your teeth. Capice?”
“Agreed,” said Strawberry Lemonade as she turned back to her console and buried herself in her work.
"We need to poosh through while we can!" Misty called down at us.
“Then go,” growled Strawberry.
A terrifying silence followed.
Strawberry seriously wasn’t going anywhere. The One I’m Meant to Save. The One I’m Meant to Save. The One I’m Meant to Save. The voices in my head shouting at me all at once.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I get it!
“They’re dead, alright?” I said at long last.
Suddenly all eyes were on me.
“Sub Mine F.”
More silence.
“What?” said Strawberry
“You’re not going to find them,” I said. “Cause they’re dead.”
“But you said--;”
“You all seemed so happy and I didn’t wanna bring you down, and--;”
I looked around at all of their shocked and mournful faces.
“They were just so fucking small,” I blubbered.
The one thing I couldn’t get over about Sub Mine F. All those kids lying dead in that mountain. They were all so small. Kindergarteners who never stood a chance.
I completely fell apart right there in front of everypony.
“I’m sorry," I said with a sniff.
They all just sort of stared at me awkwardly. Even Twinkle didn’t have anything clever to say. She was busy pounding the walls with her hoofs in frustration and grief.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!”
Strawberry sighed, and pulled a metal cover over the console she’d been working on. When the hook hit the knob and the thing was good and shut, I got smacked in the face with a sudden quiet. The hornets in my head were only whispering now.
I looked up at Misty. He nodded at me in silence. He felt it too. Strawberry was coming with us, and things were starting to fall into place.
Misty closed his eyes, and lit up his horn. Then, just like that, the entire bucking staircase wrenched itself from the masonry - all aglow with unicorn magic. All it took was a little loosening and the whole damn thing crumbled under its own weight.
Before any of us really knew what was going on - before the dust could even settle, Misty had lifted Twink, Strawberry and me up on to the platform. The very last of us. We were ready to go.
Those bucking dogs were barking again in the distance. We were finally getting close. I could practically taste it. In the vision, Strawberry Lemonade had been underground - in the dim. So once we left the mine, she would be safe - at least from what I’d seen in my head. That meant that whatever else may have been going down - whatever strange wheels may have been turning – things were finally starting to happen the way they're meant to happen.
Turnip trotted up to us and looked down at the wreckage of the staircase, which would delay the cloak-o’s better than he ever could.
“Well, how do you like that?”
He turned and whistled right on out the cave.
* * *
Everypony galloped as best they could down the mountain pass. Me? I hobbled. Misty was busy leading, and Twink was too damn small to help me. So, like so many other kids, I just stumbled along and tried to keep up. Those few drops of potion, after all, could only do so much.
It started with a fall. Then, a few minutes later, I fell again on Twinkle. The third time, my bad leg just plain stopped working altogether, and forward we tumbled. But I didn’t hit the ground. Instead, I found myself draped over a colt’s back.
“Whu?” I was already starting to doze.
I faded. I bounced around a little on his back, and though my focus was shifting and blurring, the one thing I could make out was the cutie mark on my ride’s flank. A guitar.
“Druggo?” I said.
“Hang in there,” was all Flutterstrings said. “Hang in there.”
“I’m fine.”
“You fainted again,” said Twink.
“Did not,” I replied.
“Did too.”
“Did not!” I snapped.
She smirked at me. For once, I was actually alright-er than I appeared.
“Did too!”
She reveled in it a bit too much.
“Did not!”
“Did too!”
“Did not!”
“Did bucking too!”
Everypony we knew stopped and stared.
Even Flutterstrings. Twinkle had just softened a curse word.
“What?”
“Bucking?” I said.
“Blow me," she replied.
I bit back a smirk.
“What? Maybe I feel like daintying it the fuck up every now and again.” Twink was blushing. “You got a problem with that?”
Up ahead were five great big old boxes on wheels, each with ratatat-tat-amjigs mounted on top. My friends corrected me when I babbled, and told me they were called trucks and guns respectively, but I liked my names better.
“Are those the cloak-o’s that Misty was on about?” I asked.
“Not sure,” grunted Flutterstrings.
Carrying me couldn’t have been any easier for him than carrying him had been for me.
“I dunno!” Said a nervous filly. “They haven’t been doing much, just wheeling those trucks out one at a time. Do you think it’s a trap?”
I pretzeled my neck backwards. If I really strained, I could make out the way we came – just barely.
“Why don’t we just go the other way?” I moaned. And kept streeeetching my neck muscles as far as they would go. 'Till I just sorta collapsed backwards on Flutterstring's back - bones like wet pasta.
Next thing I know, Twink is staring at me, upside-down-like.
“The villagers are that way," she said.
“The ones who rebelled against the cloak-o’s?”
She nodded.
“Well, what are we waiting for?” I smiled, eager to seek allies. Safety in numbers! But Twink didn’t return my enthusiasm.
“We barely held them back the last time,” said Upside Down Twinkle Eyes. “Who do you think was doing all that shooting while you were off dicking around down there in the mines?”
“What?” I squirmed so bad that I fell, and took Flutterstrings with me. “Why?!”
Twink stood over me and extended a helping hoof. Once I was up again, and hoisted back on top of Flutterstings, Twinkle said, “Not getting any help from those cockmuffins.”
So it’s like this: it turns out that the villagers had, in fact, revolted just like I thought – only they weren’t fighting for our freedom. They were fighting for the freedom to be the ones profiting from our slavery. At least that's how it was explained to me. And it made a certain kind of sense. If there was any truth in what the Priestess had said at all, without us kids to work the mines, the town was as good as dead.
Food first. Morals follow on (if at all).
This was bad news. Real bad. It wasn’t just about surviving the cloak-o blitz anymore. Even if we fended off every last goon – blew them all to bits – the mine-o slave kids weren’t exactly gonna find loving homes here in Trottica. What were they supposed to do?
Even if we managed to “poosh” past the “fishy” cloak-o activity in that giant docking bay down there at the bottom of the hill, we couldn’t exactly charge inside and demand to be treated well. That was the service entrance to the Town Hall, from whence my friends had escaped. There was still a great big old Civil War going on in there, and the only thing that any of the factions could agree upon was that we kids should keep on slaving.
I knew there had to be good grown-ups in that town somewhere. That it wasn't all kids: good; adults: bad like Twinkle Eyes seemed to think. But if there were any friendlies around, they weren't doing us a whole lot of good as we tried to make our way down that mountain pass.
Further down the road, there was a naked gauntlet. If we tried to walk down it, we would be wide open to attack from the walls and buildings above, and left completely exposed – unable, even with all our numbers and badass weaponry, to defend ourselves. The townsfolk would be way too high-groundsy.
We were about three hundred kids trying to hoof it. Almost half of us were fucked up, drugged, or infirm in some way.
Past “the gauntlet” were the great outdoors – the road to freedom. One-hundred-and-fifty straight miles of nothing.
To make a long story short, we were completely and totally fucked.
* * *
“I need to talk to Misty,” I said, but Flutterstrings just sort of grunted in reply.
I was the druggo now. Nopony ever takes what the luggage has to say seriously.
A chill breeze swept over our little company. You could hear shivering amongst the crowd of children. Chattering of teeth even. I wrapped that old cloak of the Priestess' around me and just sort of lay there, bouncing along on Flutterstrings’ back like a sack of flour. A piece of Misty Mountain's nasty old tail hair was still stuck in my teeth. Blech.
I tried not to think about what lay ahead. Instead, I focused on that stupid hair. I picked at it with my tongue, and picked at it, and picked at it, 'till out of the blue, came that old familiar cry.
“They’re coming!”
Just once, I’d like to go one measly hour without having to hear anypony shout those words. Was that too much to ask?
I braced myself for a stampede, but this time, we were all pretty weak, and none of us were terribly anxious to rush forward into the cloak-o trucks. There was also a great big old cliff to our right, so for once we didn’t run around like maniacs. Apparently, mass panic isn’t blind. It’s opportunistic. Even in chaos and hysteria, fear’s still holding the reigns, like it’s got a mind of its own.
This time, the beat up old cloak-o army (that had scrambled out of the mountain without help of a staircase) was actually a lot less scary than the eerie silence below - the wheely-box-y-things just sitting there. Waiting for us. We couldn’t even see the cloak-o’s anymore. It felt wrong –ambushy even, but what choice did we have?
The cloak-o’s were still a while behind us, and they weren’t worth wasting ratatatatat’s on - not yet. But they were closing in fast.
It wasn't long before I got a visual. And they came within range. They didn’t fire on us, though. Even after they got close enough. No. The cloak-o's wanted to subdue every last slave back into the mines. They were maneuvering - herding us straight into the backs of those trucks down below.
We all knew it. And there we were - obliging them!
We moved forward nervously. There was nothing else we could do. We certainly couldn’t defend ourselves the way we were – no cover – no nothing. Our only hope was to dig ourselves into the clutter down there and hope that we could fend them off.
Flutterstrings broke into a gallop. I was a little uneasy, but kinda detatched. I mean, all this danger, and still no hornets. Misty and I were meant to save Strawberry Lemonade, so there had to be a way out of this. Right? Or were the voices just a bunch of dicks who liked to show up, say a bunch of ominous confusing crap, and then ditch you?
Damn voices.
One of those boxy truck things down there revved up real loud, and started charging up the hill at us. It was smaller than the other trucks, but it had a giant barrel on top - almost like a canon, (except that I was willing to bet that it didn’t shoot confetti). We knocked into one another left and right. We couldn’t figure out whether we should grind our hooves into the dust and stop, keep charging down and try to go around the thing, or just plain run backwards.
“I can’t go back there!” Said a blue unicorn filly nearby. “I can’t go back there!”
The thought of another moment driven back into the mines was too much for her to bear. She made for the giant cliff on the shoulder of the road, and jumped! Just fucking jumped! My jaw dropped at the sight of it.
Fwoosh. Twinkle caught her with her horn magic. This was getting crazier by the second.
“We’re still in this, you stupid cunt," said Twinkle reassuringly. “We’re still in this.”
“We are?” Laughed Flutterstrings nervously.
Since when had Twink become the town optimist?
Finally the truck stopped. It was close enough to be damn menacing, but just far enough away that we couldn’t make it down there in time to go around the stupid thing. The barrel of the canon lowered itself and took aim.
The cloak-o’s weren’t even out to preserve us anymore. That giant box was gonna blow us all away.
The entire herd skidded to a halt. There was no room to gallop anymore.
Twink was beside me now. No longer optimistic. She clutched Flutterstrings as the barrel on the doom cannon lowered.
Several other kids tried to make a run for it – to jump off the cliff, but those on the edge gathered their wits enough to lock hooves. To throw themselves in the way - to keep them from passing. We weren’t going to go out like that. We just weren’t.
The truck stared us down. And it stood there - ominously still, even as we panicked. I reached out and grabbed Twinkle’s hair. It was the only part of her I could get to from way up on Flutterstrings’ back.
Louder than thunder, the Big One fired.
BLAM!
Hundreds of hooves shielded hundreds of faces.
Boom! Hundreds of girlish screams.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! It fired again and again and again and again and again till my brain felt like ear-explosion-pudding. Echoes of the death thunder swept over the hills below, and then, the rest of the sound just sort of faded away. We were left with nothing but the ringing in our ears.
One by one, we all lowered our hooves and looked around to survey the damage. The mine-o’s, the druggo’s, my rebel friends. We were all still there. Every last one of us! Still standing on that mountain pass - the opposite of dead.
Behind us, were scorch marks and scattered pieces of about sixty cloak-o’s. It had blown them to smithereens. The big death box stared us down. Inscrutable.
Nopony said a word.
Finally, the front door opened, and a pair of hooves held themselves out, waving a bloody white cloth. A sign of surrender.
Before any of us could respond, or even guess what the hell was going on, a grown-up fell out, and landed flat on his face. He was a cloak-o, and he looked even worse than I felt. For a while, he just sorta lay there wheezing. With a groan, he rose to his hooves, straightened out his daisy cloak with pride, and limped toward us with grim determination.
Crunch, thump, crunch, thump, crunch, thump. He hobbled over the gravel.
When he got closer by, I actually recognized him. It was the nurse who’d drugged all of those kids back in the cage room. I gasped and fell off of Flutterstrings’ back. My friends helped me back to my hooves, and I found that he was looking in my direction.
“Um, hello?” I said awkwardly.
I turned around to get a look at the crowd behind me. Twinkle had already disappeared.
The nurse just kept on limping. “Hi,” he coughed.
The herd parted silently for him.
Crunch, thump, crunch, thump, crunch, thump, crunch.
We all stared, but he didn’t look any one us in particular in the eye. He just sort of hobbled and marched as though we weren’t there at all. At least until he found Twinkle, who’d been hiding under some of the taller Trottica kids, who, frankly, weren’t very big either. Twink looked up, and found Nursey’s battered face staring at her – a busted lip and broken nose that she had put there.
She rose to meet his gaze, and mustered up her best defiant glower. She’d done nothing wrong, after all. He’d had the beating coming. How was she supposed to know that this guy was gonna come along and save us all for no apparent reason!
“Twinkle," I whispered to myself – hoping she wouldn’t do anything stupid.
I hoped even harder that the nurse wasn’t gonna try anything either.
They stared at one another long and hard before Nursey finally held out a hoof. Twinkle stared at it. He stared right back at her.
They both knew why she’d beaten the snot out of him. But things had changed, and blame no longer mattered.
She sighed. Her defiant pose cracked and sunk into a slouch. Hesitantly, she lifted her own hoof to meet his, and just like that – hoof bump.
I wanted to cheer, but it was too quiet.
Nursey nodded, and kept limping right past her. Crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch. It was just plain painful to watch him grind and limp and drag himself up that path, but none of us were sure whether or not we should lend a helping hoof. In fact, Nursey shook his head whenever somepony even looked at him like they might offer.
So he just hobbled on up there, and the crowd continued to part for him, though the question on all of our minds was the same. Why?
“Hey, Nurse," Twinkle said at last.
Leave it to her to call out the elephant in the room. Nursey, with some effort, stopped and turned around.
“What the fuck?” Twinkle asked.
The nurse sighed. “’Ignorance, trust, the gullibility of good ponies – these are the weapons of the tyrants of war. Such innocence is sin.’”
By the look on his face, he did not expect to be received well, but still he quoted his scripture without shame.
“’…Blessed is he who strikes down the tyrants – who comes in the name of Hard Truth. Blessed is he who abhors ignorance.’ So sayeth Baal.”
Silence.
We all looked at one another, not sure what to make of the wacko who’d just saved all our hides. He, in return, just sorta looked at us all blankly.
“But Baal is a lie,” came a small voice from the crowd.
It was a frail little earth pony colt - even younger than Twink.
“Not to me," said the Nurse. He turned and hobbled further down the road.
"Wait," I said. “Come with us.”
I just made a great big decision without asking anypony. I looked around. Thankfully, all the children of Trottica nodded silently in stunned agreement.
At me, Nursey actually smiled. Me - the girl who’d grabbed him and shook him as hard as I could in anger and frustration. Apparently not letting the others beat him to death distinguished me as some kind of super pony.
“Nah,” he grinned a wide grin – bloody, and almost toothless. “There are more tyrants in there that could use a blessing or two.”
He winked at me and patted a saddlebag packed to the brim with explosive birthday candles. I wasn’t sure precisely what he was gonna try, but I was pretty sure that it would be shitfuck crazy.
“Those trucks are for you," said the nurse. “You’ll find everything you need.”
He started hobbling back toward me. I trotted in his direction, just to make the trip easier on him.
“Good luck. And thank you,” he kissed my forehead. “But I’m going to meet with Baal. Become one with the Great Below.”
He looked out over the mountain range – possibly his last view of the vast and cloudy skies of the Wasteland.
“I hear it’s bliss.” He smiled, and limped the rest of the way up the road in silence.
Hm, I wonder how they're running the ground vehicles?
(Why yes, I do tend to focus on odd things at times.)
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The original Fo:E gets into a lot more details about stuff like that than I do.
It's a valid question, though I do admit, I tend to be more concerned with sociological details than technical ones. Probably because if you asked me how just about anything worked - stuff I use every day - I couldn't tell you.
I'll look into it though, and see if I can squeeze some minor details like that into the next chapter. Thanks for the perspective!
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I can't really imagine writing in vehicles like that without having any idea how they work, given the intimate relationship between the technology used and the socioeconomic history and present of the region (and the fact that I'm just interested in this sort of thing), but, as I said, I'm aware that, even in the FoE fandom, I'm an outlier. I spent a relatively large amount of forum post deducing the workings of the powered cart in that appeared in one chapter of MN7.
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I don't honestly see them being all that different from human cars. You sit like Lyra, you press the pedals. The steering wheel would have to be shaped like a horseshoe to allow earth ponies an easy grip. Shifting gears would have to involve buttons rather than levers because hooves aren't as dexterous as hands. That's not the kind of detail Rose would notice though.
Keep in mind the story is told by a child who has no way of contextualizing the technology she's seeing for the first time.
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Oh, I don't mean the control system; as you say, there are all sorts of ways to make that work. I'm speaking of the actual powerplant and propulsion systems.
I do understand that you'd have difficulty getting any details through the story's viewpoint, though.
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With no industry to support oil and fossil fuels, and no Sun for solar power, that leaves only steam and arcane power.
It seems to me that the best way to store magical energy would be in gems - the very source of Trottica's wealth. The only way they could have survived so long as a self-sufficient town would be to rely upon devices that utilize "home grown" energy sources. Makes the child labor force that much more Evil, doesn't it? And yet that much more understandable. Without tiny hooves working those mines the whole town would go under.
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Aye, that makes sense.
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Thank you. All very high compliments.
I'm sorry, but the title of your story, all I can think of is
(Hmmm, although, making a ponyfic parody of that movie myself might be a whole lot of fun...)
Another brilliant chapter!
I'm loving Twinkle. The dialogue between her and Rose Petal was poignant.
The Sub Mine F payoff in this chapter was perfectly done. I also love getting to know some of these kids. Although I can see why you might choose for her not to, I really hope that Rose Petal will manage to find the boy from the first chapter sometime soon.
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I imagine they are a lot like militarized versions of the Super Speedy Cider Squeezy 6000. In my blog "The Motorwagon Orb", I laid out my headcanon for motorized vehicles becoming part of wartime Equestria's technological advancement based on that idea.
Okay, FINALLY getting to read a new chapter of this.. let's see where it goes.
Hey a quote I actually get, fully understand, see how it applies to the story without even needing to see the rest of the chapter, and completely agree with. Sweet
Hmmm, no opening musings from Narrator!Rose this time? Oh well.
And given there are apparently hundreds of foals.... this is going to take awhile.
Okay, good question but, ummmm, here's another one.. what's with the italics on the second part? Really weird place to add that emphasis given we have no idea what's going on.
Nice one.
Yeah a day or so without food or water, all that stress, injury.. yeah it'll take it's toll on a body. Especially one not used to being used that hard and without the adrenaline surge to keep her going. Anypony think to grab some water at all?
.... wow.... that.. that is some focus that she didn't even realize Rose had shown up. Okay so she must be working on something pretty major but.. what? And yeah I could buy it. Though, hope she realizes how to pay more attention to her surroundings by the time she gets her Power Armor.
Heh, next morning in Ponyville. "Rose Petal what happened, who beat you up?" "Well the bruises are from kids walking on my face, but the cracked ribs are from being hugged to much."
Hmmmm, you know, injuries do seem to go with her but, will the hoof? That, is going to be hard to explain back in the.. not here. (Again stupid time travel screwing with tenses.)
Still not as stupid a name as 'Battle Saddle" though, right?
Okay, again, what's with the random italicizes? This, really doesn't feel lie something that needs to be emphasized.
Especially when you use it for Rose's internal dialog as well. Just, really feels off for something so.. ordinary to be emphasized like that. And then have that same thing used to emphasize it used for something completely different.
Well quite the non-sequitur for the ponies around her. Though given the passing out right after, doubt any of them thought more then it was just her rambling as she passed out.
Okay I actually burst out laughing at this.
EWWWWWWWWWWWW That... just... ewwwwwwwww. Okay that bit just... 1. ewwwwwww 2. Did we have to? I mean techincly it's not even his ass just his tail, and that whole thought seems... out of place a bit.
Dogs? What the? That is.. odd. And was that her thought, or that other voices thought? Okay one MORE mystery to add to the What the fuck is going on pile.
Oh Twink. And nice they did manage to raid some medical supplies.
Okay.. is that just Misty's accent and lack of actually being from the wastes causing him to call Healing potions something different, or... is this some new type of potion?
Are we sure Rose isn't dreaming in her dream about this?
Magic. No no that's pretty much the whole answer, don't question it to closely. Some thing, you just have to accept. like how potions work (Which still make more sense then Stimpacks) And how the buck a Pipbuck's auto map knows what to label all the locations a pony finds. Or can instantly tell the difference between friend and foe. (Seriously, the two things that just have no explanation but really do need one.)
Okay the "Taste of Misty's ass" felt really odd, out of place and didn't work for me. This one... was actually kind of funny.
Okay, explains why she's still pretty sore and wounded.
1. Nice quote there, well done. 2. Poor Cobbler.
Preach on Twink! Finally somepony slamming some sense into her skull.
No but you clearly need to talk about it. Also, saw this coming.
Twink..... I am so going to miss her when the whole Trottica thing is done.
And getting that balance just right is a very tricky, but Twink manages to do it. And come out all the more awesome for it. But really this is exactly what Rose needs. Somepony beating it into her that yes, some ponies my have suffered, there might have been a few she could have done more for. But, she has helpped so damn many already. That she needs to look at all the good she did, not just focus on what she else she COULD have done.
Well fuck. Has she not realized by now, that Rose isn't going to let her stay behind?
No, you realized that it is a legitimate solution to this problem, the Cloak-O's are the ones attacking, and sometimes holing up in a defensible position and fighting back is the best course of action. Though, Cobbler is right about why that's a bad idea.
That... is... AWESOME! Seriously that is just amazing and the bit of good news that she really needs. So great. So, they really did save all the foals. Well all the ones that could be saved. Now, if only Twinks little pep talk about focusing on the ones she DID help sinks in.
I don't know whether to laugh, or at that.
It's the group she found killed, isn't it? Well... at least she'll be forced to actually talk about it. Would have been better if she realized it herself but, either way, she REALLY needs to open up about that.
Called it! Now.. how will Rose handle this...
How will the others handle hearing this...
Damn... hayseed has some balls, and is pretty damn right. With a wound that bad he'll have trouble keeping up, and unless they find a lot of healing supplies ASAP, isn't likely to go good for him. So, lingering painful death from sepsis... taking out those assholes as best he can and buying time for everypony else. Yeah, not the wrong call to make.
So tell her the truth already! Now.. it's just getting frustrating that she's till keeping it hidden. When it was just because she needed to spare anypony else knowing about it and the pain of that. Even though keeping it bottled up was eating at her. It was frustrating, but in an understandable way. You wanted to see her spill, get it off her chest because of how much you cared for her. Because you knew it would be better for her in the long run, and she was just hurting herself keeping it bottled up.
Now.... Now it's getting just plain frustrating overall for her to keep it a secret when it's going to get them all killed.
And it's also resulting in them starting to fight among themselves. Rose, just freaking tell the truth.. NOW!
...... That... yeah I see what you did there. And and... just.... but well done. It's there, it clear, even if not to Rose but.. no need to go further. Very well done reveal of... her past. Just the right amount of information to make it clear, without any unneeded detail. Enough that if you know what they are talking about, it hits hard, but at the same time being vague enough... just.. the what they are talking about... so sad and horrible. but the how it's done.. very very good job.
Finally.... and took you WAY to long.
Yeah really going to need to talk about this for a while come the full review.
Okay.. so.. this is more of the, really need to spend a bit more time on the setting and making sure where everything is and what it looks like is clear. Took me awhile to figure out just what they were going up, how that looked and all. And, so 'm assuming this meant that Misty was up there already. Cause can't remember that being clear, but.. he better be since self levitation is, really REALLY rare. As in, a grand total of three ponies we know of have ever been able to do it. And one of them was Twilight Sparkle. (The other two being Littlepip heself and Crane. Though with him, we never see it, but he claims he could. One being, well Twilight 'Element of Magic' Sparkle, and the other two, ponies who were known for their extraordinary TK ability.) Even levitating the three other ponies up all at once seems a stretch. They are foals, so not as bad, but so is he. Just seems like quite a lot for him to be able to do, PLUS ripping the stairs off the wall. Now, given they were rickety and about to collapse anyway, not AS bad since he could just be using a little pinpoint strikes of TK to weaken to few remaining holds. So, yeah that I think could be doable, but, the way it's described as him doing it could be better. But yeah... bit overdone in his TK abilities for me. not TO bad, but, really close to that line.
That.. is rather cute. After all, he was HER druggo. But, that is awesome. And, do rather like that she's this worn out, that you're actually showing the toll doing all this takes. How beat up she is, weak, tired. But no time to rest now. And, yeah really like it. Just, great reversal.
After all the profanity from her mouth, how does that surprise anypony?
Umm, when? When did she learn this? no seriously, this is just, rather. off putting. When did anypony tell her these things? It's the sort of thing that really should have been shown, especially since it would be so damn easy. She mentions her word for it, like she HAS done, and somepony tells her what they are.
And yes your names are awesome too. Except Battle Saddle, that one was just lame
Seriously? Seriously?.... OH COME ON! The cloak-o's, the thugs? Them yes, but the entire fucking town being full of ponies like that? The ones that were terrified of foals, actually thought Ba'al was a great being that was saving them, bought into the lies......... Oh bullshit! Seriously, that is.. that's just taking things to far.
Yeah.... just... just....... fucking bullshit. Sorry but really do not like that turn of events. Now, I could buy them not really caring about the foals, just angry over having been lied to. At what they'd helped do. But, the whole fucking town being that damn evil? No, just no.... it's just to much.
I wasn't expecting the kids to be welcomed with open hooves and cared for and treated well and pampered and what not. But, not THAT.
Heh, okay story, don't hate you, our too awesome for that. But, am a little upset with you right now.
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Hell yes Twink. Though again, randomly catching other ponies in TK seems a bit high end.... but minor nitpick. And yes things are getting crazier.
HELL YEAH! Knew there had to be someponies that weren't assholes in the town!
You know... I didn't actually see this coming... but I am not at all surprised by this. Given he was the reason I was calling bullshit before. (well one of them.) Because there were ponies like him who really believed this was for the best, believed the lies, and, yeah they thought they were doing the right thing. Only to find out the truth.... yeah all the bullshit was because I couldn't see ponies like him just turning around and not giving a fuck about he foals once they knew the truth.
Okay first off. LOVED THIS! Loved the scene with him, the build up, the fear.. just so perfectly played. And then, you throw a line like this in and.... I was hoping for a short littler review of a not to large chapter, then you throw this line in and.. this is going to take a LOT of talking about, just so much there.
And that ending.. just just....... So much to talk about so many things all brought up right at the end. The first part, was good, nothing special, other then Twink's little attempt at helping Rose, which I really hope sinks in, then her finally having to reveal the truth, though hope they address this again when they have time. And then the end, first the 'reveal' of the townsponies.. yeah still not happy with that one, just can't see that many ponies being that fucked up after being lied to like this for so long and.... some of them, sure, but enough to make them be almost all of them? That pushes things way to far for me.
Then the nurse and... and.. just... just... I'm not sure what to say yet. Not quite up there with "Did I just start a war?" as an ending, but it is powerful.
Just... so man things at the end to talk about, to look at... and, just, DAMN! That was great.
4011242 Well yes it pretty much has to run on arcane power. (And yeah headcanon that gems could be used to store magical energy as well. Hell that's my headcanon for that freaking hydroelectric damn in MMDW that sadly can't just ignore as a one off result of bad writing. That it's not generating straight electricity, but rather arcano-elctrec power then is then stored in gems.)
But one issue, 'steam power'. And how would you create the steam in the first place? You'd need those fossil fuels to create the steam. Hell that's how cola and oil, and EVERY type of power plant works. Turning the fuel into heat, the heat being used to boil water, and then use the steam to push the turbines. Could use wood I guess, but would take quite a lot to really do much, and not a lot of trees around they could use.
But yeah arcane power makes the most sense.
I died twice this chapter. That ONE pony's name, and daintying up. So ded.
And the musing on hornets led me to realize a particularly horrifying possibility, considering the situation at large, here.
I sure hope it doesn't come to that. >_>
But also let me repeat, if I haven't said, that this story contains the goodness and that I will read on and follow unto the end. That's the plan, anyway.
Oh. Ooooh... I actually thought the colt before was holding an actual birthday candle when it was first mentioned... only now I figured they are actually sticks of dynamite. o-o
6246106 Ohhh yeah... I actually thought they were birthday candles too XD
I'm gonna say it. My favorite part of any Fo:E story is when the fighting is done and it's feels time.
Villain-O's!
Now with extra villainy!
This scene...this one scenes.
It was just perfect. The perfect amount of calm indicision that really makes you hit the breaks and think.
That guy was a pretty decent dude, even if he followed some misinformed beliefs.
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Thanks. This is one of my favorite moments in the story so far. It surprised me too.
What are awesome ending for this chapter. I have met religious zealots like that before, excellent work on conveying that as well as the moment itself.
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Thanks! I'm glad you're getting into the story.
I look forward to hearing more of your reactions and commentary.
Wow. The Nurse had a character arc. And it was good!