//------------------------------// // Chapter 10: Parties, Findings and Advancements // Story: High Seas of Adventure // by Silver Dragon Blade Wing //------------------------------// Dragon of the Depths Razor and Atlas' bedroom, the next morning The morning sunlight entered Razor and Atlas' shared bedroom, where said creatures lay fast asleep on a massive nine feet by nine feet king sized bed. Razor slowly peeled his eyes open and stretched his wings and tail, he didn't want to get up, he just wanted to lay here in this warm bed and cuddle with his love. He looked over to Atlas, watching as her chest slowly rose and fell with her breathing, her heavily disheveled mane, plus his own and the messed up sheets and blankets showing the two of them had a really fun night. He leaned over and gave Atlas a kiss on the cheek then carefully stood up and moved out of bed. He hadn't even gotten his rear half off the bed when he felt something, or rather, somebuggy, grab his tail. Turning with a smile he saw Atlas holding his tail with her forehooves. "Stay with me and cuddle, pppllleeeaaassseee." She said giving the eyes, Razor leaned over and nuzzled her horn followed by a quick lick, causing the Changeling Queen to shutter with delight. "As much as I want to crawl back in with you love bug, and maybe have another round or two, we do have things to do today." Atlas groaned and released his tail from its trap. "Why is it work never seems to end." "One of the more... unlikable, things about being leaders of a growing, and hidden, empire. Also, our work today isn't related to the Outcasts." Atlas blinked, the confusion quite visible on her face. "What do you mean?" Razor gestured with his head to the wall above the bed's headboard, hanging on the was as a calendar. Atlas raised an eyebrow and looked over at it. "What's different about toda-" She cut herself off when she saw the date, eyes going wide. She looked at Razor, who had a large smile on her face. "That's right Atlas, today is our little hatchling's birthday. The others will be taking care of the work while we will be hanging out with Silver while they prepare the surprise party." "Well we better get showered and dressed then." They got up off the bed and walked into their private bathroom, Razor turned on the water and stepped in with Atlas behind him. As Razor put shampoo in his hair and went to work, Atlas couldn't help but stare at his back. Razor had gained several scars over his life as a pirate but there were four that stood out; the most noticeable one was a rather large and ugly one that sat at the base of his left wing, a reminder of his own mortality, a reminder of the same wound that almost took him from her. Even to this day, it still caused him minor pain. The second scar was one that was more of a mark, it looked like two very stretched teardrops with one horizontal and the other vertical on a 45 degree angle on his forehead, under the trinket made of a tooth of an unknown creature. He wouldn't say where he got this one, Atlas and the other Head Officers knew, because they had seen it, but wouldn't say anything on the matter. The third one was the scar that ran down his face, he had gotten it from the same creature the tooth came from. The fourth scar were a set of two that ran from were his tail tip and the tail blades meet and ran at least a foot down his tail. He had got this one in the same area he got the mark, tooth, and the scar on his face. After they finished they dressed and went to get Silver. Engineering Shadow Fire stood up and stretched like a cat, then looked over to his brother, who was still asleep. An evil grin spread across his and he carefully walked over. Shadow slowly raised his tail, then smacked Gold Fire in the side with it, sending the Longma flying off his bed with a startled yelp and into a pile of loose gears and in-need-of-repair tools with the sound of blowing pins being hit. The Longma shot up out of the pile sending things flying, Gold stared at Shadow, then snapped his claws. Goggles with angry eyes on them appeared on his face, and a scary snarl appeared on his face. "I'm gonna beat you like a hanging rug boy!" "Now hold on a second, oh brother mine." Shadow walked over the chalkboard, pick up a piece of chalk, and drew something in a cloud of dust. Gold's face relaxed and he snapped his claws, the goggles disappearing. "Okay, you have my attention." Shadow stepped back when he finished. On the board were six pictures in two rows; the top row had the two dragon brothers, then a plus sign, then a collection of various tools, then an equal sign, and finally a barbecue grill. The bottom row had the grill, then another plus sign, today's date, a second equal sign, and finally a picture of Silver Moth's happy face among various party items. Gold stared at it, then his eyes lit up. "Of course! Its Silver's birthday today!" He slapped a hand against his head. "Right, and we are going all out! Let's build it and grill it!" "Heck Yes matey!" "Arrr, and we'd better get to work, it takes at least forty-five minutes to heat up a charcoal grill!" Main Tavern Fire Gem walked in looking like a zombie, both in posture and color, causing the newcomers to look at him with various expressions ranging from surprise to concern while the crew seemed mostly indifferent. Thunderlane asked, "What's with him?" "Fire Gem can't function at all in the mornings without his coffee." One of the crew answered. Fire Gem reached the counter, grabbed the pitcher and drink the whole thing, much to the surprise of the newcomers. The Pegasus Mare behind the counter didn't even blink, instead she started counting down in a deadpan tone. "Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one," Fire Gem's body began to shake like a pebble in an earthquake. "ignition," Fire Gem stopped shaking and let out a happy sign. "We have lift off." The Mare finished, setting up a kettle and a mug with hot chocolate powder. "What's with the hot chocolate?" Summer asked. "Snowheart cannot stand coffee, so the cooks make hot chocolate for her instead." "And trust us on this, she is terrifying some mornings before she's had some." Everyone besides the newcomers shuttered. KA-BOOM All heads in the room snapped around to look at the door. "Oh this is bad." CRASH "Oh no." SMASH "Uh oh." BASH "Ah crap." Sounds of panicked yelps "Not good." Sound of glass breaking "Oooohhhhh that sounded expensive." "What's going on?" Applebloom asked. "Snow just woke up on rage level ten." The doors were smashed open as a very messy and very peeved snow-white Pegasus Mare making heavy breathing sounds that sound like enraged grows walked towards the counter were Fire Gem got out of the way while the increasingly panicking Mare at the counter went between looking at Snow, shouting at the kettle to hurry up and pop, and back again. "Hurry up and pop! This is a matter of life and death here!!" The kettle, as if realizing Snow was having one of those mornings, went from cold to hot in an instant, much to the Mare's relief. Snow grabbed the kettle, poured it into her mug filled with powder, mixed it, and drank the boiling hot hot chocolate in one go. Snow let out a happy sign. "Okay I'm good." Everyone was silent, finally Fire Gem spoke. "Morning Snowy." "Morning Gem, you ready for to today?" "No, what's so important today?" Snow looked at him like he had just insulted her family, she then smacked him hard across the jaw which send him off the stool he was sitting on. Thankfully his mug was on the counter and not in his hand. "OW! What the feathers was that for?!" Snow grabbed a calendar off the counter and tapped the date. Rubbing his jaw, Gem looked at it, then his eyes widened. "Oh..." "Yes ya lizard! Today. Is. Silver's. Birthday! You forgot that Razor asked you, me, and Zenith to make a cake didn't you." Not wanting to anger the Mare further, Gem squeaked "Yes..." Snow's good eye narrowed. "Then finish your coffee, get you gear, and haul you tail into the kitchen while I get Zenith, if your not in there when I get back..." That wasn't a threat, it was a promise. "YES MA'AM!" Gem saluted, finished his coffee, and bolted out of the room. Snow followed soon after to get Zenith. The newcomers picked up their jaws off their table. "Dang that Mare's scary." Sky said. "She could give Spitfire a run for her bits." Soarin said. "You should see her on a bad day." A crewmember said. "Remind me never to get on her bad side." Smolder said, Gallus nodded in agreement. "Why did she act like that though? Don't get me wrong, forgetting a birthday is bad but..." Sandbar asked. "Well lad, Snow has a very strong bond with Silver, she took the most time raising him when his parents were busy." One crewmate said. "Strong enough that Razor, should anything happen to him and Atlas, made Snowheart Silver's Guardian." "Snowy did have three foals, but they were taken from her by the Caribou." "So in a way, raising Silver was a chance for her to have that joy, after it was ripped from her." "What happen to her foals?" Angel asked. "No one knows, the ship they and Snow's husband were on disappeared at sea." "At least they didn't suffer the seven years Snow did." There was a long pause as the newcomers processed this, finally Vapor said, "Silver's birthday is today?" "Aye, we're going to surprise him later today. For now let's keep quiet on it, Razor and Atlas are going to be with him while the rest of us prepare for the party." "Is there anything we could do to help?" Silverstream asked excitedly. "Actually, there are a few things." Silver's Room The door slowly opened as Razor and Atlas quietly stepped inside. Silver's room was one might expect a young kid's room would be, only he slept on a king size bed and the wall to its left was filled with pictures of the crew. The two adults slowly walked up to the bed were the Kirin/Changeling hybrid lay asleep with his tail coiled around him, the bladed tip twitching a bit. "He looks so cute like that, shame we have to wake him." Atlas said walking to the beds left side. "As much as I don't want to wake him either, it is his special day." Razor leaned down and started nudging Silver who let out a light groan. "Silver, Silver, Sssiiillvver, time to get up." Razor said nudging him. "I don't wanna get up. I wanna stay in bed." Silver squeaked and dug his head deeper into his tail. Atlas chuckled, Just like his father. "Silver, you remember what today is." Silver lifted his head tiredly and looked a his own calendar with half closed eyes. "It's my birthday today." He laid back down, Atlas and Razor looked at each other with smiles. "Three, two, one," They counted together. Silver's head shot back up, now fully awake, as a huge smile appeared on his face. "Happy Birthday Silver!!" Razor and Atlas said together scooping their son up in a two-way hug, nuzzling him while the youngster laughed happily. "Now the others will be busy until later today, but in the meantime the of three us will be spending time together." Razor said tickling Silver's belly, sending him giggling. "Which we haven't been able to do lately, so what would you like to do first Silver?" Atlas asked rubbing son's head. Silver thought for a minute, then said, "How about hide n' seek?" "Sounds good to me." Razor said, Atlas nodding her head in agreement. Main Tavern "Fire Gem... What are you doing?" "Making Chocolate pudding." "We were asked to bake a cake, and you're making pudding!" "Add to the fact your using not just powder, but solid chocolate bars of different kinds and candies!" "What, you two never had pudding cake?" "Razor asked us to make an ICE CREAM cake!" "A multi-layered and multi-flavored ice cream sandwich cake filled with candies and big enough for the entire crew." "So just mix the two together." "...." ".... Can... we even do that?" *Sound of a hoof meeting face* Snow had facehoofed, not believing what was going on. "Fire Gem... Do you remember the giant sausage?" "The one from that cooking challenge? Yes, could really smell it cooking." Zenith groaned. "Everything within a one thousand mile radius with a sense of smell could smell it cooking." "Everyone thought Mount Dreadfire had awoken from it's four thousand year slumber." Snow removed her hoof. "I remember poking one end and it going off like a firework." "More like a Germane V5 Cruise Missile!" "We Still have no idea were it landed." "Then the Chili, oh dear Faust the chili." "Turned out right for me." "You used GUN POWDER instead of CHILI POWDER!! Not to mention blowing up part of the Main Tavern!" "I have never seen Razor that peeved." "So it was a minor setback." "Oh for the love of... Just continue with your pudding, we can serve it alongside the cake." Later The sound of an explosion went off followed bay smoke. "Well that one went up in smoke." Beat "Maybe we should use more ice cream." Later Still "FIRE GEM THAT'S GUN POWDER!!! DON'T POUR THA-" KA BOOM *Sounds of Snow raging* *Snowheart -Frying Pan- Fire Gem* "I didn't know you played Team Fortress 2 Snowy." "I find it helps vent some of my inner rage, I play as Engineer." "Really, That class can be quite stressful at times. I play as Spy." "Do you? I thought you would have played as either Demostallion or Heavy." *Fire Gem Respawns, with a sour look* Still Later "Okay... We got the cake made and its safe to eat." "But we also look like cakes." "I really hope Razor doesn't notice the peanut butter on the ceiling." "Okay let's act causal and get ourselves cleaned up." The three of them moved passed several pirates who stared at them with dropped jaws. Steel Mass, Apollo, Thunderlane, and several Serpents were carrying some crates filled with party supplies when the three passed. "What..." "The..." "Hay?" Even the serpents jaws fell open. "Don't ask." Main Deck "Ninety seven, ninety eight, ninety nine, one hundred. Ready of not Silver here we come." Razor and Atlas spread out to find their son, the rules were he could not go inside the ship and that he had to stay on the main deck. Razor moved over some barrels and started lifting the lids up peeking inside while Atlas looked over the deck, the entire time the crewmembers not doing anything at the moment watched with amused looks. After searching for several minutes and not finding Silver, Razor took his hat off and fan himself with it, not noticing Silver was sitting on his head. "Were is that little tyke?" "I don't know Razor, He's- Found him." Atlas said with an amused smile. "Huh?" He then felt something tap his head. "Right here Dad." Razor looked up, and saw his upside down son's smiling face. "Why you little sneak," He reached up with his wing hands and picked Silver off his head. "Were did you learn that?" "From you and mom." Both adults smiled, glanced at each other, then slowly nodded. Silver own eyes went wide. "Oh no not that!" Too late, Silver found himself being tickled mercilessly by his parents with the onlookers joining in once in a while, the tickling only paused to allow Silver to catch his breath. After some time passed with Silver and his parents having fun A Unicorn Mare by the name Of Rose Fire came up to Razor and whispered something into his ear. "Okay Rose. Silver, The three of us need to head down to the Main Tavern for a few minutes." "Okay dad, work or something?" "Kind of." They walked down to the Main Tavern doorway. "You head in first Silver." Silver walked in, noticing the dark. "Hey dad, why is the room?" "SURPRISE!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY SILVER!!" Silver let out a yelp and jumped six feet as the lights suddenly came on and everyone on the Dragon of the Depths jump up and shouted surprise. Silver sat there shocked for a second, then a huge smile appeared on his face. The entire room was decorated with various party decorations, food was laid out on several tables while the rest were pushed to the sides, a large charcoal grill, and in the center was a truly massive ice cream cake with quite a few pudding cakes around it. "You guys did all of this for me?" Silver asked taking in the sight. "You bet we did lad." "Was quite a lot of work." "And a number of shenanigans." "But you're worth all of it Silver." "You always cheered us up when any of us were down." "So we wanted to return it somehow." Silver's smile was glowing, then tears of joy ran down his face. "Thank you, all of you." Snow walked up and hugged him, Silver happily returning it. "Sorry we couldn't get you any peasants." She said. "I don't need them, you guys, my family, are far more then enough." Razor walked up and leaned his head down. "Well son, shall we start this party?" "YES!!" And so it started, The ship's band started Playing. Games had been set up and played while the cakes were eaten. The party lasted long into the night, it was sometime after midnight that it finally end. Atlas gently picked up the fast asleep Silver Moth and set him on her back. "I'll put this little tyke to bed." Razor nodded. "And the rest of us will handle the clean-up." Everyone cleaned up the Main Tavern and put the remaining treats away for later. Apollo looked at the remains of the ice cream cake, which despite having had the entire crew at it had a lot remaining. "Well, we wouldn't have need for sweets for a long while." "Yea no kidding." Steel said. Twilight and co's schooner A loud, long and pained howl ring out throughout the air. Pinkie Pie was sitting on the deck like a dog or wolf and was howling into the air. "Pinkie? What in tarnation are ya doing?" Applejack asked. "I can't help it. My Pinkie Sense is reacting." She said, her mane and legs vibrating. "And what does that one mean?" Rarity asked, finding the howling to be a bit weird even for Pinkie. They had dropped anchor among a series of tall rocks to sleep and had been getting ready to set sail when she had started howling like a wolf. "It means there's a really big and fun party happening right now, and we. Are. Missing. IT!" Pinkie shouted stamping her hooves like a Filly have a temper tantrum, then started howling again with added tears. "Oh my... It does sound like a wolf crying." Fluttershy said rubbing Pinkie's back. "I know! As a Pony who loves to throw parties, missing out on this one hurts! I can sense a giant multi-layered and multi-flavored ice cream sandwich cake filled with candies surrounded by many pudding cakes! WHY! IT HURTS MISSING A PARTY LIKE THAT!" Pinkie let out another long howl as waterfalls of tears fell, those around her beginning to worry about her sanity. Velvet walked up and pulled the crying party Pony into a hug. "There there dear," She said rubbing Pinkie's back. "Its alright." Rainbow flew down and laid a hoof on Pinkie's back. "Look at it this was Pinkie, when we find our missing friends and be the snot out of those pirates you can throw a massive party of your own." Pinkie wiped her tears, nodded and smiled. Night Light then spoke up. "Pinkie Sense?" "Trust me on this dad, don't question it. I learned that the hard way." Twilight said rubbing her neck. "Hey a, guys." "Yea Spike?" Flare Warden asked. "Is that the ship we're looking for?" He asked pointing out over the water on the port side. The Ponies ran up to the side and saw a massive ship sail past them in the distance, it was the Dragon of the Depths! "Yes that's the ship we're looking for!" Flash Sentry said. "Quick! Follow that ship!" "HOLD IT!" Night Light shouted, everyone looked at him. "What Mr. Light?" Rarity asked. "Ya, we have the ship in sight, we could totally go get our missing friends!" "Rainbow, that ship is far big and carries a lot more firepower than our ship, plus those pirates did hand our tails to us last time. We need to follow it at a distance and wait for the right time. We can't take on that many pirates at once." "I agree with Twilight's dad." Flash Sentry said, the other agreeing so after. Once the raised anchor they followed the Dragon from afar as she sailed into the setting sun towards Blackcap Peaks. Dragon of the Depths Two Days Later Gold Fire's and Shadow Fire's Workshop Razor walked into the workshop of his two Fleet Engineers, earlier that morning he had been told that they had wanted to show him a few things they had come up with. "Alright you two, I'm here so what is it you wanted to show me?" Gold walked up holding a G82 bolt-action rifle. "Well Razor, you know how this rifle and later its upgraded repeater version are the standard weapons of our infantry who carry rifles?" "Yes, and..." "Well Shadow and I have made two different modifications to some of the G82s." Gold walked up to a table were Shadow was waiting with two G82s; one had some sort of... thing... mounted on its left side while the other had the bolt replaced with some sort of device. Gold picked up the one with the side-mount thing and handed it over to Razor. "This is the first one." Razor examined the rifle; it was a standard G82 with eight changes: The first, and most obvious, was a tube mounted on the right side by three mounting brackets and the object at the front next to the barrel with a metal piston within and a... thing, at the end. This metal piece was curved and had the blot handle (which had the ball at the end cut off) in a track of sorts that traveled up the curved piece. The second was a magazine fitted under the rifle right in front of the trigger guard, magazines were not a new concept, the Outcast's G82s and their later repeater variant the G82/95. The former was single shot but with the first shipment sent by the cove in Germaney had come with several U-shaped magazines that after some testing didn't work to well so they were reshaped into straight magazines that were mounted on the side of the rifle which had been modified to take it. The latter had in internal tube magazine under the barrel, it was modified to also take the side mount. Each magazine held eight rounds, add a round in the chamber and the rifle had a total of nineteen rounds before needing to reload, the side one could be reloaded quickly but the tube took longer. This magazine was slightly curved towards the bottom and was noticeably longer then the side-mounted one. Within the trigger guard, in front and above the trigger was a small lever. Curious, Razor pressed it and the magazine loosened, he grabbed it with a wing hand and it came out easily. He then slid the magazine back in, the level snapping up and locking it in place. The third was the trigger itself, it was shaped like a hook and had an extra piece of metal added to the back of it. The fourth was what looked like the hand grip of a percussion cap revolver that had somewhat reshaped fitted behind the trigger guard, the fifth was a two-sided metal tap-like object shaped like half a square just behind the hand grip sticking out the top of the stock with one side facing to the left and the other facing backwards. The sixth was a oddly shaped metal hand guard-like thing on the left side of the rifle, the seventh was both the front and rear sights had been moved to the left side, the rear was a flat piece of metal with a notch cut into it and the front was a bent L shaped piece of metal. The eighth and final change was the front end had been modified with a metal nose cap. Razor looked up from the rifle back to Gold with a look that clearly said 'please explain'. "Well Razor, we've been looking for ways to improve the firearms the Outcasts use and we came up this this," he gestured to the rifle in Razor's hands, "You know how with a bolt-action after firing a shot the user grabs the bolt handle, lifts it up, and pulls the bolt back to eject the spent cartridge and load the next one in the magazine." Razor nodded. "Well this thing here," he tapped the tube, "and the thing on the end does that for the user." Razor's eyebrows shot up then he looked back at the rifle. "Okay Gold, you had my curiosity, now you have my attention." Gold tapped the tube again. "Well Razor, you know that when the rifle is fired the round releases a lot of gas alongside the smoke, this tube takes some of that gas, which pushes against this piston in the tube, forcing it back. When that happens, this cam the bolt handle is in, with the way its shaped, forces the bolt to rotate open when not traveling backward, just like if you were doing it by hand." Gold took the rifle, grabbed the cam and pulled it back. "The piston continues traveling backwards, pulling the bolt all the way back and cycling it open. This ejects the empty case then a spring built into the tube pulls the bolt forward, loading the next round, the cam track at the end of travel then forces the bolt handle down into a locked position, cocking the striker and then its ready to fire." He then pointed to the trigger. "As you can see the trigger has been redesigned, this is an added disconnecter safety to keep it from firing out of battery." Gold next when over the other changes. "The magazine is something Shadow came up with, it combines the two magazines from our standard rifles into one, less hassle that way and it holds twenty rounds in one. The lever in front of the trigger here is the release lever for it, it locks the magazine in place so it doesn't move around or fall out when in use. The other changes are there as workarounds for the action; If you fired this weapon with the same grip as a normal rifle it wound hit you in three different places." He tapped the pistol grip, the metal thing sticking up,. "This grip keeps you hand, hoof or whatever else your firing the rifle with, out of the way of the bolt when it moves back. This piece of metal here is to protect your face from the bolt when it moves back." Gold grabbed the cam and pulled it back all the way, the back end of the bolt resting against the metal tap. Razor could diffidently understand the need for it, after all no one would want to lose their face when they fired it. "This hand guard is here not because of any gas leak issues, and believe me we heavily tested that, its there to keep your hand from moving up and in the way of the cam." "Which would damage your hand and hurt like heck." Shadow added. "Makes sense." Razor said. Gold moved to the sights. "You noticed the sights are moved out to the left side, because of everything happening at the back I think the user would not want there face looking down that bolt. So having their cheek and face off to the side a bit would help with that, the rear sight lifts up and flips around like this." He lifted the rear sights which were like a hinge and flipped the metal piece (which Razor noticed it was held on by a simple screw) over and let the sights down. "This keeps them from getting caught on anything when its not in use, and the front sight simply flips down." He pushed the front sight down and it folded down into the nose guard. "And finally the nose cap want modified to handle the whole action of the gas tube and bolt." Razor took the rifle back and looked it over again, after about a minute he looked at Gold. "Do you have a range set up? I want to test this myself." Gold lead Razor over to a home-made firing range he and Shadow had set up for tests like this. Razor set the rifle on a stand to help stabilize it, was handed a magazine with five rounds and placed it in after taking the empty one out. He pulled the cam back which loaded the round as intended, after that he braced himself and aimed down the range. He then slowly squeezed the trigger and fired, he heard the distinctive "crack" Germane rifles were famous, or infamous depending on you you talk to, for and felt the action of the modification work. The first thing he noticed was the trigger reset; counting in his head it took at least two seconds to fire between shots and that was with pushing the trigger all the way forward. Razor assumed this was deliberate, to keep troops from trying to fire it faster then it actually could. The second thing was the fact that with the sights set up he didn't actually get a check wield on the stock, so the sight of the bolt coming towards the user was more or less off to the side so if something went wrong it might skin the user's cheek but it wouldn't kill them. Add to that the fact that after firing the rifle enough times the bolt flying back lost its scare factor. The third thing was the recoil impulse, Razor was quite used to the kick the G82 and its repeater variant had and had grown to love it. After all, he carried one as a personal weapon. He liked the range it had over is pistols and the fact that it hit hard. 11x60mm wasn't something to sniff at after all and that same rifle had saved his life move times then he would admit. The Recoil impulse was odd, because of the large piston Razor could feel it move back and forth. The trigger rest set was also long but beyond that, he was very impressed. After he loaded a full magazine and fired it he turned back to the two Dragons. "Well you two, I'm very impressed by this modification, see what you can do to improve it and," he pulled the magazine out and held it up, "I want this standard ASAP. I've heard more then enough complaints from the troops about the awkward handling the side and tube magazines give." The two Dragons nodded with happy smiles. "Aye sir!" They both said. "And what is that other thing on the second rifle?" "That's the second modification, its not ready yet as it needs more testing, but the idea of it is to increase the troop's firepower with a simple attachment they could swap with the bolt in fifteen seconds." Shadow answered. "Let me know when its ready." Razor said as he stood up. "If there's nothing else I leave you two to you work." "I don't think there's anything else, is there brother?" Gold asked. "I don't think so." "Alright, I talk to you guys later." Razor said then walked out. This new advancement would give the Outcast a major advantage in upcoming battles when it was fully ready, he just hoped it wouldn't have to be used in a nation-to-nation war. Razor let out a sigh, he had been asked why, despite the Outcasts being an established nation of its own for the last three years. The answer was simple; he wanted to be ready, for he feared that the other factions would all attack the Outcasts when they finally showed themselves. Razor wanted to make sure the Outcast could hold their ground against their enemies, both old, and new. "If you want peace, prepare for war."