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// Chapter Fifty: Last Light Organization- Epilogue 
// Story: Cure For a Toxin 
// by RadBunny 
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The green cloud engulfed the small town, the town deputy coughing as he stumbled through the mist. A small filly on his back gasped for air, her emergency mask nearly depleted.

Hang on!

While the air tasted foul, Hazard Shift found that he could actually breathe in the poisonous mist, at least partially. The rest of the town was quickly dying though, the emergency masks almost spent from when the chemical plant had exploded thirty minutes ago.

He continued to gallop towards the town outskirts, hoping that the power grid was still intact there so he could call for help. They weren’t prepared for this. He certainly wasn’t trained for a full-blown contamination event! He just handled the day-to-day ruffians trying to sneak sweets out of stores!

His lungs burned, the toxins still managing to seep into his bloodstream. The earth pony’s mask had been cracked as he had tripped over a rock, desperately trying to affix the mask to the filly on his back; a youngster who had gotten lost from their school group.

The world began to spin, the stallion wobbling on his feet. His vision blurred.

Suddenly, it was noon as powerful searchlights pierced the fog.
The mist was pushed back, massive airships hovering over the town’s outskirts. Dozens of figures jumped from the decks, each clad in matching biohazard suits.

The nearest unicorns levitated the youngster over, quickly teleporting away with her. A Thestral offered the Deputy a larger mask, the earth pony immediately breathing easier as the filters scrubbed the air.

He was led over to a massive staging area. Large, box-like containers unfolded like a foal’s toy, dozens of stretchers and golem-like creatures awaiting the victims. A powerful shield snapped into place, five other airships fanning the toxic chemicals out of the town as a dozen squads of creatures thundered into the streets.

“Who are you?” he managed to ask, the symbol of a lighthouse emblazoned on the airship and biohazard suits.

The Thestral grinned, gesturing towards the front of the ship where three Alicorns assessed the operation, a certain purple individual taking extensive notes. A crystal pony-like pony was speaking with them, even as more creatures fast-roped down and streamed into the town and towards the staging area.

“We’re the Last Light Organization,” the Thestral said proudly, dozens more creatures continuing to fly, run, and gallop into the stricken town. “It’s going to be ok.”