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// Chapter Five: Stand Still (Neutral Karma) 
// Story: Fallout Equestria: Story of the Lone changeling (Choice driven story) 
// by Outlaw the Changeling 
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"I'm willing to buy him off of you, but I'm not paying 1000 caps." I said. 

"I'm not too sure you have a choice. Buy him or be bought." Heavy Moonshine said. This guy wants to play hard ball. Well challenge accepted.

"I'm not about to pay 1000 caps on someone who was leading me into a trap. Seriously, If you want to capture more slaves, you're gonna need smarter bait." I said. I saw Soarin's face drop in my peripheral vision. I didn't mean to hurt his feelings, but if he thought I didn't figure it out by now, he couldn't have been that smart.

"*Chuckles* You bugs really are a lot smarter than you look." I'm getting very sick of this guy calling me a bug. "Smart but stubborn. I'm gonna say it again. 1000 caps or-"

"400." I interrupted. Heavy Moonshine gritted his teeth. 

"Listen here Bug. You are in no position to negotiate. There is six of us and one of you. So-"

"I've handled raiders and Hunter Confederacy members on my own with that same number if not more, so if anyone here is in no position to negotiate it's you. 400 caps." I repeated. 

"You're starting to get on my nerves Bug." He gritted. As if he wasn't getting on mine. 

"You know what? New proposition." Heavy Moonshine said. I raised an eyebrow.  What idiotic trick did this asshole have up his sleeve that I'm not gonna fall for?

"Here's what's gonna happen bug." I'm getting sick of that word. "You're gonna put your stuff on the ground and walk away nice and slow. You understand me?" 

"..." I remained silent. I'm not putting my stuff on the ground, and I'm not paying 1000 caps.

"You hear me bug?" He said shoving me with his hoof. I didn't budge. "Give us your stuff, or die!" He said. I gave a chuckle. Glowing my horn, I reach for the machete. 

"I heard you. Now you hear me?" I asked. Heavy Moonshine chuckled.

"Yea."

"You listen closely. You call me a bug again I'll make sure you never talk again." I said. Heavy Moonshine paused for a minute, before a smile crept across his face. He chuckles. His chuckle turns to a laugh, and the others joined in. 

"You hear this guy!? This guy's funny!" He said. My grip on the machete was already strong. I'm waiting for him to say it.

"Okay you worthless bug-" That was all he could say before I brought the Machete across and sliced off his bottom jaw. I probably would've missed it if I blinked, it was that fast. His jaw hit the ground and he screamed in agony. I heard someone retching but I wasn't gonna bother looking. 

"Y-y-you psychopath!" I heard one of the Slavers say. I turned to look at the three that stood behind me as I picked up Heavy Moonshine's magnum. Now I was carrying both a magnum and a machete.

"400 caps." I said. They all looked at one another, fear in their eyes. One of them, a blue pegasus with an hunting rifle Battle Saddle looked around at his fellow slavers fearfully.

"None of you are gonna do anything?" He asked. 

"The offer still stands. 400 caps, take it and leave. Unless you wanna suffer the same fate." I said. I know it might seem stupid to still offer the caps after slicing off there apparent leader's bottom jaw, who's still screaming in pain, but I'd still technically be buying Soarin, and not risk being hunted down for stealing. That's a high risk to take still, but I'm a betting Changeling.

My offer worked, because the three standing in front of me slowly backed away with panicked looks.

"Okay! You can have him, we'll throw in Scarlet Blossom too! Just don't kill us!" The pegasus said. Who's Scarlet Blossom? Is she-

"Nooo!" 

This fucker can still talk!? 

"Kill his ug you iiots! Kill-"

*Bang*

I shot Heavy Moonshine with his magnum in the back of the head, causing the other slavers to step back. The blood splattered onto my hoof, for some reason, that made me feel a little queasy. But I couldn't let it show. I'm trying to be intimidating. 

It was working, because the slavers were still terrified.

"Deal." I said taking the bag of caps out of my bag. I give it to the Pegasus. He takes it and gives me the key for Soarin's shackles. Then, the remaining five took off running. Once they were a good distance away, I bolted behind a rock and threw up. The fact that I was able to throw up was surprising to me, since I haven't eaten in three days. But what I did was sickening. Yes the asshole deserved it, but- shit. Slicing off his jaw, then blowing a hole in his head? That was a little too extreme.

"You alright?" I heard Soarin's voice ask. I peek from the rock to see Soarin looking at me in concern.

"Yeah, I just... I need a minute." I said attempting to catch my breath. I finally finish and wipe my mouth from my little accident. 

"Okay, now that that's out of the way. I'm gonna need an explanation from you. Starting with what the fuck you were trying to do." I asked with a bit of a temper behind me. Soarin sighed.

"Okay, I guess I owe you that much." He said. I shot an unamused look at him. He owed me big time. 

"I'm assigned to help Lucky Star capture new slaves. I sit here, be helpless, wait for anyone to try and help, and Heavy Moonshine takes them to Harmony and boom, new slaves." Soarin explained.

"Why?" I asked.

"Huh?"

"Why help these guys? You don't seem like one to want to enslave. So why help them?" I asked. I knew the answer was probably 'I didn't have a choice' or something. But I just need to be sure.

"I didn't really have a choice."

Once again, I called it.

"I was captured by these guys, and it was either help them, or have my tongue cut from my mouth. I've already seen them do it to a foal." 

I flinched at that. I've got a tongue that resembles that of a snake. That being cut out was absolutely guaranteed to hurt. The fact that they've done it to a foal made my stomach churn. Just the thought of someone so small, so helpless, getting their tongue removed from there mouths. If that were Apple Bloom receiving that kind of treatment, I'd get too creative on how to mutilate a body.

"Disgusting. I should've ended those fuckers where they stood." I said. I hear an audible gulp from Soarin. He was probably expecting me to snap on him for nearly getting me and Apple Bloom captured by the slaves, and I was going to, but something stopped me. I wanted to let him have it, but... something kept me from doing that. 

Ugh. Forget it. That'll come later. 

I use my magic to toss Soarin the key to his shackles. He looks at me with a confused look. 

"You wanna sit there and be food for wasteland creatures, or you wanna stick together?" I asked. He quickly began to get the key in the lock. As he did that, another question popped into my mind.

"Hey Soarin." I called.

"Yea?" He asked.

"Who's Scarlet Blossom?" I asked.

"She's a brainwashed slave and the crew's bodyguard. She's behind that rock, and she's crazy for whoever buys her." 

Bodyguard? Depending on what Soarin means by 'crazy' that could be something good, or something very bad. 

I walk over to the rock to see an unconscious earth pony mare. She looked kind of like Solar Kisses, back at Wolfwaters. She was an amber color, red mane, longer on the left side. Only difference I saw so far was the cutie mark. It was a heart with a chain around it. She also had some kind of collar around her neck. Now that I knew what she looked like, why was she unconscious?

I looked at the rock to see a a small blood stain, trailing down to the bottom of the rock and behind where her head was. Now what caused that? No, what did those slavers do that caused that? 

I'm not gonna wast my time trying to figure that out. I've got somewhere to be. I took some bandages out of my satchel and wrapped them around her head. I see the glow as I finished wrapping. I look over at Soarin to see him looking at his now free hoof happily. 

"Soarin!" I called. He looked at me.

"Move him out of sight! I don't want Apple Bloom to see that!" I said. Soarin nodded and proceed to move Heavy Moonshine's deceased, jawless body. I look at the mare and wondered how to get her out of this spot. Was I gonna have to carry her? Or what?

*Hoooooock* *Ptoo*

Did someone just spit?

I peek back out from behind the rock to see Soarin walking out of a cave with an angry expression on his face. I didn't even see a cave. He then walks over to me. 

"Now what?" He asked.

"We get to the train station." I said.

"What do you-"

"We need to get to the train station so we can get to Blackridge. Looking for Apple Blooms family." I said not wanting to hear the question again. I think the next time someone asks me where we're going, I'm just gonna say none of your business or something.

"Okay, You need me to do something?" He asked. I gave it some thought. Maybe Soarin could helpful. If he's gonna be with me, he's not gonna just follow me like a dog. I've got Dogmeat for that. Then it hit me. 

"I've got something for you. Just gimme a sec." I said. I pick up Scarlet's hoof with my hoof and move underneath her. I then lifted her onto my back. I could feel her breath on my neck, and she wraps her hooves around my neck. It was probably an instinct.

"Come on." I said walking back were Apple Bloom was. 

When I got back to the box, I found out Apple Bloom wasn't there. I proceeded to look around. She and Dogmeat were nowhere to be found. 

"Apple Bloom!" I called. On the right of my peripheral vision, I see a pink bow pop up. I look over there to see the vanilla coated filly pop her head out from behind the rock. She walks away from the rock and runs toward me. Dogmeat follows behind her. She places the pistol on the ground and looks at me.

"Ah heard a gunshot, I everything alright?" She asked. 

"Ran into a few slavers, managed to scare them off, but at the cost of one of them." I answered. Apple Bloom then looks past me and then eyes me with curiosity.

"Are you aware that there's a mare on ya back?" Apple Bloom asked.

"Yep." I simply replied. "This is Scarlet Blossom. She and Soarin were slaves before I came along." 

"So she's coming with us?" 

"Both of them." I then look at Soarin. "That is, if Soarin wants to come." Soarin looks at me and twitches his lip, as if he was trying not to give an excited smile. 

"We gotta stick together right?" I asked.

"Right." He said. I then gave a smirk. I then look at the box.

"That box over there is coming with us to Blackridge. Need you to carry it. Think you can do it?" I asked. 

"Sure." Soarin said. He walks over to the box and attempted to pick it up. He does so and places it on his back, using his wings to hold it in place. He seemed to struggle with it.

"You doing alright Soarin?" I asked.

"Yep, never better." He strained. I felt a little bad for him. He didn't seem that strong and it showed. Maybe having him carry that wasn't the best idea. I used my magic to pick up the box, and pull out the SMG. I then give him the SMG.

"Here. You can give me an extra gun when I need it." I said.

"Okay." He said before taking the gun in his mouth. I really hope he knew how to shoot. 

"Come on. Let's go." I said. And with that, we went on our way.



I think I had a better time walking when Apple Bloom was walking underneath me. Scarlet Blossom was heavier than she looked. But that wasn't the issue, it was her constant shuffling, and nuzzling of my neck. Even worse, she occasionally moaned. 

Directly in my ear.

Every. Single. Time.

And that got very annoying, very quick, but I didn't plan on stopping just yet. We were close to the train station, and the sun was still up. 

"Nightshade?" Apple Bloom called.

"Yea?" I answered.

"Are we there yet?" She asked. "Mah hooves are startin tah hurt."

"We're not that far Apple Bloom. I assure you we're almost there." I said.

"Okay." She said. It really wasn't that long of a walk anymore. According to my PipBuck, the train station is only a couple hundred feet away. We'd be there in at least six minutes, if not less, but why couldn't I see the train yet at least.

"We've covered a lot of ground. It's a surprise as to why we're not there ye-" My words were interrupted when I looked forward to see a train. 

"Well I'll be damned." I heard Soarin say. He's still got the gun in his mouth, making me curious as to how he could speak. I look at him with a disapproved look. 

"Soarin. Try not to curse in front of Apple Bloom." I said. 

"Sorry, it's just this is amazing. But why is it still here?" Soarin asked. 

"Well, how many ponies do you know are smart enough to operate a pre-war train?" I asked.

"Fair enough." Soarin replied. I walked to the side and attempt to place Scarlet next to a tree stump. However, my attempts were shameful. She had a good grip on me, and I didn't really have an appropriate angle to take her off. 

I sigh in annoyance, and use my hooves to pry hers apart. That was for some reason easier.

I place her and the box beside the stump and turned my attention to Soarin.

"Soarin, stay with her." I said. 

"Got it." He said. He places himself next to the long and remained on guard. I then start to walk toward the train's open cars. I walk towards the car and see bloodstains on the floor. This struck my suspicions. 

"See anything Nightshade?" I heard Apple Bloom ask. 

"Blood on the floor. And lots of it." I replied. I heard Apple Bloom gulp a little. That's when I looked at her. 

'You still got that pistol?" I asked. Apple Bloom pulls it out of her hoodie pocket.

"Keep that close, and stay here." I said. I then looked at Dogmeat, who looked at me, wagging his tail.

"Let's go boy." I said. Dogmeat barks in agreement. 

I hop into the train car and looked around. There was little light, despite the sun still being up. But I'd be foolish if I turned my lamp on. Whoever caused this was more than likely still in the train. And if he/she/it didn't see me enter, I'm not gonna draw attention to myself. 

I continued to look around. Dogmeat even contributed by sniffing the blood in order to pick up a scent. Strangely, he whimpered in disappointment, indicating he had no leads. This was strange. What kind of blood didn't lead to anywhere? Or was the smell not strong enough for Dogmeat to pick up? 

*Bark*

Nevermind. He did have a lead.

I follow Dogmeat to a door leading to another car. He started scratching at the door. I walk closer to it and accidentally stepped on to the Blood. 

It was still wet, unlike the other blood that was dry. Blood takes an average of around an hour to dry. Don't know how I know that, but I knew this blood was the result of something recent. I lean my muzzle closer to the mouthpiece trigger and use my magic to pull out the magnum. 

"Dogmeat, stay." I said. 

*Bark*

I slowly open the door. Putting the magnum through first before myself. As I walked through the car, I noticed that there was dried blood, right in front of the wet. And the dried blood was around a dead griffon. Still fully clothed in white combat armor?

Wait. Dried blood next to wet blood? Dead body in the middle of a car with lootable items?

TRAP!!

At the last second I heard a step. I instinctively duck and hear something swing over my head. I look back to see a griffon figure with a black bandana around its beak. It had white head feathers, a few feathers that form a fringe at the top of its head. A light brown body and yellow talons. In its talons was a hammer, the tool version. 

Before the griffon could recover, I kicked it in the torso. It was hard enough for the griffon could back away in pain. I turn to look at it. The griffon charges at me and swings again. I dash to the left avoiding the hammer and then punch with my left hoof. Hitting the griffon with a strong hook, the griffon hits the ground hard. Dropping the hammer as it did. 

When the griffon turned around, it was met with the barrel of the magnum. It then looked at me. With a look of nervousness. I couldn't see its beak, but I could see it in its eyes. It's golden eyes were filled with fear of what might happen next. 

I couldn't pull the trigger. I moved the gun away. The griffon went wide eyed.

"Y-you're not gonna shoot me?" A female voice asked from behind the bandana. 

"N-"

*Click*

You've gotta be fucking kidding me.

"Drop it." A male voice ordered, I dropped the magnum and kick it towards the door.

Someone had a gun to my head. Whoever it was, whatever it was, was aiming at the back of my head with what felt like the barrel of a shotgun. This was a very bad position to be in.

"You're smart, and tough. I'll give you that." The male voice said. There was no sarcasm in his voice. He was serious, or just really good at being sarcastic. 

"Um... thanks?" I said.

"No need to be nervous, I'm not gonna shoot you, unless you just so happen to force my magic to pull the trigger." He said. "Just answer my questions and you have my word, you'll be fine."

That was fair I guess.

"Okay. That's fair." I said.

"Alright, that's a good start. You, the filly, the two slaves and the dog. You're all together, right?" I asked. I don't know how he knew about Soarin and Scarlet being former slaves, but I'm in no position to ask. At least not yet.

"They're not slaves. At least not anymore. But yes, they're with me." I said. He took a minute 

"So you bought them in order for them to be free. They're not gonna shoot me are they?" He asked. A dumb question if you ask me. Wait, he did ask me.

"That all depends on if you decide to walk out with the gun pointed at my head." I said. Not the kind of tone I needed to use in my position, but I couldn't help it. 

"Sorry, that was a dumb question I know." He said. "Last question. Where're you headed?" He asked. I let out a sigh.

"Blackridge." 

"Blackridge? You got a death wish or something?" The female griffon asked me.

"If helping a filly reunite with her family counts as a death wish, then yea, I'm pretty suicidal." I said. That sounded so much better in my head.

"Wait. The filly's family is in that deadly place?" The male said.

"According to the holotape, yes. That is if they didn't decide to move locations."

"Hmm, okay. I'm gonna lower the gun now." He said. "I'm sorry about holding you at gunpoint, but-"

"You can't be too sure these days I know. Those words have been used nearly every time I was almost shot. It's starting to get redundant." I said. I turned around to see a white unicorn with a light blue mane and mustache. He, indeed, did have a high powered shotgun in his magic. A pump action shotgun to be exact. He also had a tuxedo on, as well as three crowns on his flank for a cutie mark. He was a sophisticated type it seemed. 

"The name's Fancy Pants." He introduced as he stuck out his hoof. I shook his hoof.

"I'm Nightshade." I introduced. 

"The unlucky griffon over there is Gilda." Fancy Pants said. I wave to her, she waves back weakly. She pulled down her bandanna, now it was around her neck. She had a yellow beak.

"So what are you guys doing here?" I asked.

"This is sort of our safe haven. We've been here for about three weeks." Fancy Pants answered. I then look at the dead body to my right.

"I see you've had some unwelcome guests from time to time." I said. Fancy Pants chuckled.

"Well, no matter how long you stay anywhere, you'll run into some. I ended up losing my favorite suit to these ruffians." Fancy Pants explained. I raised an eyebrow.

"Favorite suit?" I asked.

"He's from a fairly high society place. Dawnford, right?" Gilda asked.

"Correct. I was attending a dinner with my kindred, when some slavers attacked. They must've thought that because I'm the gentlestallion type that I would be easy prey. Proved them wrong." Fancy Pants explained. This stallion did not strike me as the strong type, but he did strike me as the smart type. The type to outsmart his opponents to get the upper hand. I respect that.

"This Dawnford area still active?" I asked.

"Surprisingly, yes. A couple of slavers aren't enough to take them down. They ponies their are a lot stronger than they look." Fancy Pants explained. I've been here a while, everyone else is probably worried. 

"I think you've talked for long enough. Your group is probably worried. You should let them know you're alright before they decide to charge in head first." Gilda said. 

"I was thinking the same thing." I replied. I walked out the door and was greeted by Dogmeat giving me two barks.

"Come on Dogmeat, let's go." I said. He barks in acknowledgement. He then tilts his head and looks at me confused. 

"Don't worry, they're friendly." I reassured. Dogmeat then goes from confusion to tail wagging happy. 

"You have a dog?" Gilda asked.

"Yep. Found him being tortured by raiders in a scrapyard. When I saved him, he sort of stuck with me." I said petting Dogmeat's head. "Come on, Apple Bloom's probably worried sick." 

I proceeded to walk towards the opening.

"Hey! You forgot your Magnum." Gilda informed. I felt a little guilty about beating her down and then pulled a gun on her. Yea I refused to shoot her, but still, it didn't feel right.

"Keep it. As an apology, for what I did." I said. She looked at me with an unsure expression before deciding alright and held on to the gun.

"Thanks." She said.

"No problem." I said. I was the first one off the train. Apple Bloom greeted me as I hopped off.

"Nightshade!" She said hugging my hoof. 

"Hey Apple Bloom. You miss me?" I asked hugging back. We released the hug.

"You were in there for a long time. Ah was a little scared somethin' happened."

"Don't worry kiddo, I was just making some new friends." I said. Apple Bloom beams a smile.

"New friends?! Really?! Ah can't wait to meet them." Apple Bloom said excitedly. I turn around to see Fancy Pants and Gilda exit the train.

"Apple Bloom, this is Fancy Pants and Gilda. They're the residents of this train." I introduced. 

"Hi Fancy Pants, Hi Gilda! Ah'm Apple Bloom. Nice tah meet ya." She said. Fancy Pants returned a smile. Gilda on the other hoof, looked very uncomfortable. As if she, A: wasn't good with foals. B: She didn't like foals. Or C: She doesn't know what to do with foals. She was unfamiliar.

"Hello Apple Bloom." Fancy Pants greeted. 

"Um... Hey." Gilda said. I'm going with option A. She seemed more uncomfortable with conversing rather than annoyed. I then redirected there attention to Soarin and Scarlet, who for some reason was still unconscious. 

"Those two are Soarin and Scarlet Blossom. The now former slaves. Scarlet has been unconscious since I found her. She still had enough consciousness to hold on to me when I carried her. But I think she hit her head, it was bleeding when I found her, but not severely." I explained. 

"Sounds more like she's asleep." Fancy Pants said. 

"That could be the case, but her head was injured, so that was what I decided to go with." I replied. I then realized that I was getting a bit off track.

"Forgive me for being a bit, forceful, but we need to get back on track. I need to get to Blackridge, and that's a five day walk if I never stop, but a lot more given the rests we'll have to take. The train here has a chance to get us there in probably just a day." I explained. "The sooner we can get this train moving the better."

"I'm afraid that's a little easier said than done." Gilda said. Okay, those words were what I didn't what to hear.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"The train isn't from the Pre-Great war area, this has been here since the Second World War." Fancy Pants stated. So this train has been here since before the war that caused this? Since before the 1940s? When were they gonna replace this thing? Wait how did I know that?

"Most trains from the Pre-Great war are electric. Unfortunately, this isn't one of those trains. It runs on two things." Gilda said.

"Pony power, and coal. Right?" Apple Bloom asked.

"That's right." Fancy Pants replied. 

"I'm guessing there's no coal in the train, right?" I asked.

"I'm afraid not unfortunately. And there isn't exactly a store where we could just purchase a large bag." Gilda stated. I give a little smirk.

"Of course there is, we just need to look in the right direction. Anyone of for a trip to a coal mine?" I said. I received a chuckle from Fancy Pants and a giggle from Apple Bloom, as well as a smirk from Gilda.

"I see you like to keep a level head in situations like this." Gilda said. I'm pretty sure there's a difference between me making a joke and keeping a leveled head, but still, I'm pretty good at both.... I think.

"But I'm afraid that's not gonna get this train working though." Gilda said. That's when I cocked a brow. 

"Wait, the two of you are okay with me using the train?" I asked. I never really did asked them about the train. I only told them I needed to use it. Sure I was gonna ask them, but they're offering the train to me? 

"Of course. After all, you're trying to get this filly home, so you're using it nobly." Fancy Pants said. I then realized something. A bag of coal won't get us a one day trip. Not even ten bags.

"But, how are we gonna get this train moving?" I asked.

"We'll need to find some coal." 

Yea no shit Gilda. I roll my eyes in annoyance with myself for not being specific.

"But how much coal?" I asked.

"Well, the average train moves at about 60 mph, so it requires about 60 lbs. of coal per mile when running at top speed. Since they ran at about 60 mph, that means about 15 lbs. of coal every 15 seconds. That is about 4 shovel-fuls per mile." Apple Bloom said. Smart filly. I'll ask how she knew that later, but right now, I've got some math to do.

"Considering the distance between us and Blackridge, it's an approximate 500 mile journey. So that would take aroud 2000 shovels to get us where we need to go." I said. Once again, how did I know that.

"Right. But where do we find that much coal?" Apple Bloom asked. A silence fell between us. 

"It's no wonder the two of you survived this long. You two are very smart." Fancy Pants said.

"Thanks. We still need to find coal though. But the problem is where do we start looking?" 

"Well, there's always the railway facility." Gilda said. I looked at her and tilted my head. Not in confusion, but in a 'can you tell me where before I ask?' way.

"Just follow the train tracks this way *Points opposite of the train*." Gilda said pointing in the direction of the tracks. 

"I guess that's where I'm headed." I said before turning in the direction she pointed.

"Alone? Bad idea." Fancy Pants said. I looked at him.

"Why?" Apple Bloom asked. I wasn't able to ask in time, she beat me to it.

"A group of ponies are there. And they're a bit... psychotic." Fancy Pants said. 

"Psychotic how?" I asked. 

"They're cannibals." Gilda said. 

Okay now that's terrifying. I hope I'm not a specific delicacy for them. It's bad enough that wild mongrels attempt to take my limbs of to enjoy a nice changeling leg combo with out my consent from time to time. I do not need ponies doing the same thing. 

"Great." I said. 

"They call themselves the Demon's Virus. They've survived for 120 years, and they're all over the wasteland. They're very tough. Rumor has it, that a couple of Alicorns tried to take over their settlement, things went horribly wrong. For the Alicorns." Fancy Pants explained.

"That's something I'm gonna be losing sleep over tonight." I said. The smartest think I can do is sneak into the settlement, grab the coal, and get out quickly. Conflict is not an option.

"Well, since you can't do this alone. We're coming with you." Gilda said.

"That's an even worse idea. Soarin shouldn't be here by himself. He needs to watch Scarlet Blossom and we need someone to watch the train too. We don't want any unexpected surprises." I said. Gilda and Fancy Pants look at each other and nod.

"So who comes with you?" Fancy Pants asked.

Fancy Pants (Shotgun allows for greater damage, 54% chance of getting caught. 80% chance of drawing attention from firearm) (Good Karma)

Gilda (Moderately Stealthy, 47% chance of getting caught. Firearm has limited ammo, being caught can be hazardous.) (Neutral Karma)

Apple Bloom (Stealthy, Tricky, 9% chance of getting caught, Both Fancy Pants and Gilda can watch the train and Soarin. Still a filly. Still has much to learn.) (Evil Karma)