Bottom Line, 'Cuz Wildcard Said So
With a steamy hiss, two cogwheel doors rotated open in separate directions. A frazzled earth pony rushed out into the lower corridors of Shoggoth, followed closely by his equally disheveled cohorts. Panting for breath, Revan swung his glaring expression left and right. Thin eyes scanned the thinning crowd beneath tapering waterlight.
“Where's everyone gone to?” a random thug stammered.
“Where else?” Cold Stone grunted. “Off to that stupid fish market they call an Auction House.”
“Then that's a good thing, boss!” said another stallion, leaning towards the leader. “If the platforms are mostly empty, it might be easier to spot our targets—”
“Don't tell me what is or isn't easy!” Revan growled as he shuffled forward. “Just how in the Hell do you find your way around in this backwards toilet of a city?”
A guard shuffled up. “Hello, can I help you—?” He gasped as a hoof lifted him up by the collar of his uniform.
“You can help yourself not get a concussion!” Revan held his other fetlock up in a threatening manner. “Tell me! Where's Boss Jeryn held up at?! I need to see that dribbling flankhole immediately!”
“Snkkkt... you mean... the Syndicate Boss...?” The guard wheezed.
“No, the King of Shark Bait! Who else?!?!”
“Uhhhh...” Cold Stone leaned in, tapping the lead stallion's shoulder. “Boss...?”
Several more guards rushed up, brandishing clubs and bludgeons. “Let go of him at once!”
“Let go of your own balls, ass knockers.” Revan shoved the one guard to the ground and stepped over him. “I'm Boss Revan of the Northern Hoof!”
The guards jerked to a stop, rattling. “Northern... Hoof...?!”
“Where the Hell is Jeryn?”
“Uhhhh... uhm...”
One of the guards pointed. “He's in the Marine Auction House! The meeting's about to start!”
“Dammit!” Revan stomped his hooves. “I need to see the stallion and I need to see him now!”
“Uhm... Boss...?” Cold Stone leaned in, murmuring. “If he's away from the Southern Hoof's Headquarters...”
“... … ...” Revan squinted into nothingness. Just then, his ears folded and his eyes went wide. “That leaves the Syndicate Stronghold here wide open.” His jaw quivered. “That damn bard and his mercenary friends are gonna pull the same shit here that they did in Rust!”
“Mrmmmffnngh...” The fist guard stumbled to his hooves. “Who's going to do what now...?!”
“Nothing!” Revan snarled, breaking into a gallop. “Not on my watch!” He motioned after his posse. “Come! Hurry! Either we dig their graves or we drown!”
With several affirmative grunts, the angry stallions stampeded after their boss, dragging along several worried Syndicate guards on patrol. By the time they escaped the loading area and proceeded to the central Shoggothian structure, they had formed a veritable mob. The solid walls thundered with the echoes of their limbs while the aquakinetic barricades quivered.
Bard's eyes wandered back and forth in mid-trot.
Wildcard's lenses reflected several suspicious faces as he walked along.
Rainbow Dash dangled over Bard's backside, her fuzzy face staring upside down at the various halls and doorways of the Southern Hoof's stronghold located deep within Shoggoth.
Ahead of the trio, Remna trotted slowly, evenly. A calm expression hung off the thug's fuzzy features as he led the group deep and deeper into the heart of the organization's headquarters.
Their path took them down two shallow flights of stairs, past no less than three dozen curious, gawking ponies, and finally into a wing of the interior that branched off into several claustrophobically narrow passageways. Here, the hoof traffic significantly lessened, and the four bodies had to form a single file to traverse the straightaways and turns.
“That's some noggin' the Princess has got,” Bard murmured, glancing about. “Unless she's fishin' around blindly now that she's in the dude's skull.”
“Shhhh!” Rainbow insisted.
Just then, Remna arrived at a pair doors where a stallion stood at ready. The guard stood up straight, peering Remna's way.
“Hey, Rem.” He squinted. “Who're these guys? Not often we get griffons down here.”
“No. It isn't.” Remna took a deep breath. “I need access to the armory.”
“Really?” The stallion looked at Remna, then back at the others. “Just you?”
“Please, do let us in.”
“Dude, you know the rules,” the stallion said. “I gotta get a signed request from Boss Jeryn himself. So, whatcha got on you?”
“You really should let us in,” Remna said. “This is a matter of supreme importance.”
“Heh...” The stallion chuckled. “What, did one of his mistresses leave her bridle here overnight?”
Remna simply stared at him.
After a blink or two, the stallion frowned. “Okay. Joke's over, Rem. What gives?”
“I need access to the armory.”
Rainbow and Bard exchanged glances.
“And I'm telling you, dude...” The stallion shook his head. “I can't do that unless Jeryn gives it the green light or if he's here himself. I mean... you know this.”
“Hrmmm...” Remna shuffled forward. “You have a good point, my friend. By the way, have you noticed a crack in the seam of the doorframe here?”
“Huh? What?” The stallion turned to look along with Remna. “Oh. That's been there for months. I keep requisitioning the maintenance department to fix it. We don't wanna end up like Rust, after all. Heh...”
“No.” Remna motioned a hoof while the stallion couldn't see. “We most certainly do not.”
Bard turned towards Wildcard, then nodded.
The griffon cracked his neck joints, then shuffled forward on quiet talons.
“You know, I've considered sealing it myself,” the guard said. “I've got some quick-hardening seafoam. They sell it on the lower cross bridge. Y'know... the one by the broth—”
A metal talon tapped his shoulder.
“Huh?” The stallion turned around—WHAM!—only to be savagely kicked in the chest. “Ooof!” He leaned forward.
Wildcard spun around, hooked an arm around the stallion's neck, and fell. THAP! He slammed the stallion's chin over his shoulder. The resulting rebound sent the guard flying back and slamming his skull into the doorframe.
“Ooomf!” The guard crumpled to the door, out like a light. Wildcard got up, casually brushing off his feathers.
Bard and Rainbow Dash looked over at Remna.
Remna stared at the guard's unconscious body. His eyes flickered green. “Ah... he tripped and fell.” A blink. “How unfortunate.”
Bard and Rainbow glanced at one another, smiling crookedly.
Remna trotted up to the doorframe, slapped his hoof over the combination lock, and inputted the code. The panels opened with a hissing schwissh, and the four shuffled in... with Wildcard dragging the dull body of the guard behind them.
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We,re going to need guns. Lots of guns.
That quick hardening expansion sea foam sounds Very useful as well. I hope its the horribly sticks to everything on contact stuff.
Wildcard is just amazing. He really is.
Yes. He tripped, smashed his head into the door and fell. Sounds legit.
"And that's the bottom line, cuz Stone Cold said so!"
-Memories given light, ease a lonely flight. Ynanhluutr.
Okay, that settles it. Camellia is awesome.
Somehow I got 37ish chapters behind, but I'm back now.
These guards are really clumsy; always tripping over things and such. I hope they have strong workplace injury protections written into their contracts, which I'm sure will in no way be influenced by the "reorganization" about to take place.
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Why can't all goddesses (or rulers) be this awesome!
What did he slip on a bar of soap again, or was it a banana peel this time?
I guess it's good they're going to the armory, because Revan looks to be bringing the party to them. This can only end in explosions.
Jeebus. It's a good thing Camellia's on their side.
6334380 Hey, I walked into a telephone pole once. Concussion. Out for like five minutes.
SeaShell on the move and almost spilling the beans on how Rust's Syndicate is flat broke. Alright.
6334424 Something seems off about that picture. Lemme fix that.
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Done.
Bloody pegusi, always breaking the no-fly rule and knockin' 'emselves awt with the architecture. What you trynna do mate, bring the ocean down on us? That's bloody brill innit.
Okay, sirens are terrifying. Seems like the queen of the seaponies can just assume control of anyone in their city....which really begs the question of why this wasn't done to Jeryn.
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Mr. Revan,
Thank you for your inquiry into a possible joint venture. Rest assured that we here at the Southern Hoof take all such propositions very seriously.
However, I must regretfully inform you that after much deliberation, the board of directors has voted to decline your proposal. It was decided that a partnership with a stallion whom openly invites his subordinates to kick him in the balls would ultimately be detrimental to our future business goals.
Signed,
Jeryn
Chief of Operations, Southern Hoof
6334380
Wrong A-word.
6334882 Someone would notice if the boss was acting odd. There are probably guidelines in place in the event it happens too, and it's not like it'd be subtle. the green eyed glow is a big giveaway, and it'd be fairly obvious who's doing it.
I bet the Syndicate would love to have evidence that Camellia is trying to undermine them and have her demoted to simply being a figurehead.
6335172 Nah. Awesome is Dash's turf.
Wildcard gets to be amazing.
Such clumsy guards, always falling down and hurting themselves.
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Wildcard Orton the Legend Killer
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Camellia has some serious mastermind crap going on here. I'll prepare all the necessary V for Vendetta clips.
Revan was desperate to get to Shoggoth before news of his poverty got there. Well, it has got there; the princess knows. So why hasn't the sheit hit Revan's fan yet? Why hasn't the Southern Hoof been informed yet?
Heheh, this is going to be fun. I wonder how many chapters it'll take for Revan to get here... I'm betting three.
-Spirit (Yeast and Treacle)
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....just like they totally noticed this guy, who seems to have a high rank, acting odd and having glowing green eyes?
Also, is it common knowledge that Camellia has super mind control powers? Also, I don't think they have the power to demote her to a figurehead. Start a civil war? Perhaps.
I could read an entire story about Wildcard just beating people senseless.
6335007 Well, seeing as you are busy at the Auction house, and I'm the only one in position, it looks like I'll have to save your money from being stolen all by myself.
6336207 Then I shall close the trap, and the Northern and Southern Hooves' embrace shall crush the Desperados once and for all.
Flawless invasion. Besides the rampaging hordes of Rustmobsters.
Heh he tripped.
Wildcard is definitely one of my favorite characters so far. Who knew someone that doesn't take could have so much character!
WC is getting more and more creative in beating people into the ground
Mind manipulation is a good heisting power.
Man, I never knew there was so much tripping in the WWC.
"Wild Card! Wild Card! Wild Card! Bah God look at the carnage!"
Thought we needed some quotes from the legend who best announces Stone Cold's badassery. Loving all the dastardly planning though, heh. I need to get back into my groove of reading, but I don't think that'll happen for a few days. Darn midterms...
~SolidFire
Or unless Camellia gives it the "green light", if you know what I mean.
SHARK BAIT OOH-HA-HA!
So this will end well.
Oh no how tragic.