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**constant walking noises of 2 regular ponies, one clad in armor and 1 bipedal hellhound**
Testing, testing, Equestrian Prance toast on rye, Equestrian prance toast on rye. See my armor is in working condition. No need to worry ladies.
(Brittleshine) **slightly raspy** The recorder is part of the pipbuck-like interface of your armor. If a pipbuck can survive being melded to flesh and still work, the similar system in your armor should work fine. Does the stealth system work?
Yeah, after the unfortunate incident on the beach I fixed it up, see. **stealth system engaging**sparks**metal clad hoofstep stop**sparks***metal clad hoofsteps start again**stealth system disengaging** Ok, I just need some scrap electronics.
(Brittleshine) **slightly raspy** Thought so. Well if you have it recording, you might as well make a recording about yourself.
Not sure what I can tell you civilians, Moonskulls are very secretive. Not as secretive as back during the great war, but still in lieu of the NCR conflict, and the fact that it will be broadcast on the radio, I should keep things need to know.
(Dr. Stable Rate) **raspy** You don’t need to give us the scouting patrol’s route, just tell us about yourself. I for one like to know who I’m traveling with. We all have a recording like this.
(Grrrar) Grrrar doesn’t.
(Brittleshine) **slightly raspy** I told him of how we met back in Ponyville.
(Dr. Stable Rate) **raspy** And if Brittle trusts you, I do.
Fine, maybe my past will help soften your opinion of me. Might make the fine ghoul and Hellhound interested in a three way. **TWACK** Ok, ok, I’ll tell you what I can.
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How did that hurt through my helmet?
(Grrrar) Grrrar encounter many canned pony, know weak points in tin suit.
Well, anyways, my story began long before I was the dashing Moonskull you see before you. I became a Moonskull a very long time after their conflict with Gear Turn.
(Brittleshine) **slightly raspy** Who?
Ex-Moonskull. Swapped wings for saw blades, tried to take over the wasteland a few years back. I’m not sure if Frostmane or Firestorm want to talk much about that time. I think it still pains them, but it did bring the Moonskulls back together. I think the DJ knows what happened, you can ask her sometime.
(Brittleshine) **slightly raspy** DJ Pon-3 is a girl?
(Dr. Stable Rate) **raspy** During the Book of Littlepip it is revealed that a mare runs the station. Uses an enchanted mic to mask her voice. Though it is possible that it is a new pony now. Nopony really knows.
Back to my story. I was the son of a raider, though I was born to a slave, thus I was a slave too. I was beaten, berated, and abused my entire life. The only thing that lessened the blow was I became the entertainment for the raiders. I could sing and dance for them...it even became my cutie mark. I was eventually sold to a local raider bar. That is where I remained for most of my adolescence.
**heavy sigh** The bar was run entirely by slaves. There was actually more of us than raiders most of the time, but our bomb collars kept us in line. That is where I met Spirits, the bartender. Unlike me, she was not born a slave, but became one when her father's bar was overtaken by raiders not happy with their service.
(Dr. Stable Rate) **raspy** So you worked in what was her father’s bar?
Yes. She and I became fast friends. She’d slip me some of the bar’s stock. I’d sing her lullabies as she cried herself to sleep every night.
(Brittleshine) **slightly raspy** Wow, that’s actually very nice of you. I’ve seen my fair share of newly captured slaves, most don’t cope well. What happened?
Firestorm happened–the Moonskulls happened. I don’t know what the bar was before the war, before the wasteland, but for some unknown reason a secret bunker was built beneath it.
(Dr. Stable Rate) **raspy** Like a Stable?
Kind of, but not for saving ponies. Not that stables really did a good job of that either. It was a military bunker. Built for housing tools and labs for any Moonskulls stationed in Manehatten. I don’t hate Firestorm for what she did, it saved me from my life as a slave. The Moonskulls are the rightful owners and best caretakers for the tech from that bunker. I just wish they’d gotten to the slaver with the bomb collar detonator sooner.
Years of neglect and lack of use, or possibly shoddy craftsmanship made more than half of the bomb collars not detonate. Mine and some other current Moonskulls were among those who didn’t go off. We even helped clear the rest of the raiders. It was why we were offered a place in their ranks.
**all walking ceases***
(Brittleshine) **slightly raspy** Spirits collar was among those that did go off. Am I right?
**metal head nod**
(Brittleshine) **slightly raspy** I–I’m sorry. That must have been tough.
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Hey, maybe we could turn this hug into snuggling or something more. Just let good ol’ Dancing Doll remove his armor.
**THUNK**
(Brittleshine) **slightly raspy** You unbelievable letch! Did any of that even happen?
Yes, but Spirits is alive and well. None of the bomb collar worked. She tried to join the Moonskulls, but eventually left for her own adventure. She runs a tavern up in the Lunar Republic last I checked.
(Dr. Stable Rate) **raspy** I can’t believe I almost felt sorry for you.
**walking begins again**
Also I didn’t sing her lullabies. We had sex everynight. She said I was the best she’s ever had. I think I’m the father of her foal too. Never did ask.
(Grrrar) Grrrar give canned pony props for trying, but Brittle pony and Grrrar will never do filthy pony like you. Doctor Pony maybe, but not us.
(Dr. Stable Rate) **raspy** My heart belongs to Screwloose, thank you very much!
**BANG**BANG**BANG**
Oh we’re here. Time to kick some ghoul flank!
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