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Okay, now that the craziness of the holidays are over, back to regular updates! It's kind of scary how busy and hectic time off can get. Good news: part of the delay in this chapter involved getting the draft of the next chapter written, so my editor/prereader could read both and get a better idea of how the story was progressing. So the next couple chapters will absolutely be up in a reasonable amount of time, barring any unforeseen catastrophe!
...Which is good, because hey, everyone's favorite! A cliffhanger! At least I won't be making everyone wait a month on this chapter!
Yay: New chapter!
Boo: I've got so much in my to-read list (including a ton I got as Xmas gifts).
I wish I was a faster reader.
7840724 YAY! *tackle hug*
And then they all died from inhaling basement fumes, the end.
Yay! A update!
Nooo, not captain cliffhanger! Anything but the captain! But loving this chapter, and the many pokes, homages, and even little glints of the good.
OOOOHH SHIT, BUCKLE IN LADIES AND GENTS.
Seen this featured....welp, got a new FoE fic to add to my list to read!
Noooooooo, stop hanging cliffs, what did they ever do to you?!
Welp, that ending is not ominous at all.
Too soon! Oh Emerald... The thought still tears me up inside.
I'm convinced the changelings she is after hold ponies for love (i.e. slaves), as I cannot imagine how a large population of changelings could ever survive in a wasteland without forcefully feeding. In short, they have livestock. And I can't really blame them, not really. I wonder how our wonderful protagonist will react? Especially when their method is the only way to sustain a changeling population in the wasteland?
Their acquisition of balefire is going to backfire, isn't it?
Anyway, this chapter is a great setup for whatever happens next. I'm practically shaking with anticipation! I'm so glad I found this fic and gave it a chance after reading your others, as it's quite literally one of the best fics I've ever read. The characterizations are just phenomenal. I haven't cared this much about characters for awhile.
PS: ...Did I mention how much Emerald's death shook me?
well, your fic is in the feture box. congrats
I really, really get the feeling those balefire eggs are going to blow up the next surviving hive poor Whisper just found.
The group is almost entriely integrated. As much as it would be fun to see Whisper don the armour, it would fit Starlight better. She is the team's scavanger and gadget maniac. Also: besides the granades and minigun, what if she took her laser sniper rifle and planted a turret on top of the armour to use it. Connect it with her Pipbuck's S.A.T.S. [not really cinematic to use it on the automatic stuff] and you've got her decked out against evrything. The Mortar and Balefire eggs however propably should be given to Dusty to even out the badassitude levels.
Pears? When did her friends turn into pears?
As soon as it started saying "I remember" I was like "O shizl gzngahr"
good thing theres a cloaking field mod for power armor then, huh?
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They know what they did...
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And just to make the comparison more interesting, Whisper herself described her hive's war-time view of ponies as akin to "valued livestock". Just, maybe slightly less literally than holding slaves prisoner for food.
Thank you for the compliments, too. I hope the rest of the story keeps up to expectations!
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Heh! It was referring to the can of pears she was eating from
A cliffhanger argh
Another brilliant chapter can't wait to see more
I know that just because Balefire eggs are based on Mininukes they aren't the same, but I always figured there was some kind of arming mechanism in the launcher that primed the nuke on launch, making them pretty hard to detonate without some rewiring from a mad bomber craftman.
But then again, Balefire eggs sound like a big, magical molotov cocktail, which is just a glass bottle, and are probably just as frail for all I know.
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I was thinking of how Littlepip dumped a few balefire eggs into the super-alicorn's shield, with no launcher involved. Then again, I'm not actually sure how she triggered them. Breaking on impact might have had them go off too early, but maybe not.
Either way, yeah, I was picturing it like an absurdly powerful alchemical molotov.
7842956 Ah. I thought it was a misspelling of peers. Whoops.
*gnaws on hoof and flaps wings nervously*
Fuck... god fucking dammit....
fucking cliffhangers
So ominous. I'm just waiting for them to come across a site where Whisper's hive's eggs where stored, only to find out some other hive took them. Or even better, the changelings they are after are what is left of Whisper's hive.
7843515 balefire eggs are volatile and shaking them can set them off sometimes. so the reference to a molatof wasn't too far off.and i think pip put a grenade in as well if i remember... maby not...
but i think its closer to a tactical nuke thats rigged improperly and live during transport on a bumpy road...
Hah!
There is little real use for a pretty much purely offensive artillery weapon like that... unless you plan to be really offensive.
The obvious answer is to give it to Sickle. She's offensive anyway
...cannon shells?! Hah. Good luck finding a use for those
Now she's just goading them
Don't worry. If anyone asks, you killed every single one of 'em
All the better to make 'em underestimate the others
Besides, they only got panicky when they noticed Sickle, anyway. Reputation intact
Ah, of course. The ammo of that scary thing she carried
Against an alicorn. Though don't miss, or the rads will only boost her.
lawl.
Chekhov's mini-nuke?
I guess with her remark that it was useless before battle, she didn't have much to bring in against that after it
Well, they'd probably have to eventually, if they don't want to all end up as village idiots.
Welp. That isn't ominous at all
.....she tripped....she most definitely tripped.....
Okay, I'm reading this months after this chapter updated, but I read the chapter end here and heard in my head "You're still here? It's over. Go home."
That's it folks, she remembers nothing after that because she died right there and is currently telling her story to the pony St. Peter or something. We're done here.
Bruh. Fucking balefire Eggs.
Remember Red Eye?
remember that one farm with that one filly that Little Pip bumped into?
Remember that one time in Mruky?
Remember Red Eyes base?
M80, we got something here that would make the Red Glare look like a 5 year Olds whiney face, and make the Black Cell look like a Black Tick.
Tick tick not a suicide bomber,
you ain't gonna take control
and you're not not gonna leave a gaping hole,
Boi,
cause are we on a quest to invade?
detonate their soul?
Hell no.
I'm fairly certain that even the alchemy fire from The Battle of Blackwater had less fanflare.
The damn thing sounds like it would make the fourth of July skip to next week just to let the fires settle, and escape the massive burn.
And might, maybe, at least a modicum, be 20% cooler then the Gjallarhorn. But that's a huge maybe.
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the farm and the filly was a mega-spell balefire bomb, these things are the pony version of mini-nukes
Hey Phoenix_Dragon, I'm really loving this story and the group dynamic! I've read a lot of FO:E fics, but never one from the perspective of a changeling. It's been really interesting to see how a creature from during the war has adapted to the aftermaths of the war 200 years later. Thanks for writing this awesome fic!
I’m still sad about emerald damnit. So I’m guessing the changelings kidnap people then put them into pods and put dream spells on them. Then take the love they produce in the dream and they sell extras as slaves for other resources. That’s what I’d do.
eeeaaaAAAAAAH! I can handle character death just fine, Emerald was just a side character who happened to be pleasant. But that... that SNEAKY... "almost yet so far" feeling of her passing like that. If only both of them had known before. How much could that have changed? Dang Whisper's breakdown at that just tore at my heart. Oh geez.
And now to this supposed "Serenity in the Matrix" vibes I'm getting as I just started on that chapter. Seeing plenty of theories in the comments already, trying to skim past that. Just saying I'm liking where it's going so far. Oh Sickle, you had me grinning like an idiot while sitting in the bus, reading your part on my kindle.
Nnngh, this story. Been a long time I last got so engaged with a story that I'm not just reading whenever I have time to kill... but I actually MAKE time to read, just to keep the story going and figure out what comes next!
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I always love comments like this. It makes me feel like I'm doing something right
Glad you're enjoying it! I hope you like the rest of the story just as much!
And yeah, the whole course of the story could have gone quite differently if only a few tiny events had changed. When I was writing this part, I spent a long time thinking on what the consequences would be if Emerald shared her full story just a tiny bit earlier than she had originally planned to...
Sickle is sleeping in the rain... Why? They have more than enough moeny to spare, they had a lot of tarp earlier on, why do they not have a tent big enough for her? Heck even a half tent or something would do, and only need 2 poles on top of the tarp and some pegs to push into the ground. For having a survivalist on the team do they sure lack a lot of stuff... SUCH AS SPOONS! No I haven't forgotten that!
Didn't she explicltly mention shifting those away in the previous chapter, to be able to grab a gun in her mouth?
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She did turn her fangs shorter.
Not her whole omnivorous teeth, which are a bit sharper than blunt pony teeth usually.
Also.
Could always turn them back to normal in between when she doesnt need to hold the gun anymore.
There's no such thing as excessive force. Only varying degrees of overkill
That little training makes you an expert in the wasteland