//------------------------------// // Interlude: Capture Mission // Story: Ark: Equestrian Evolved // by ThePerverted1EyedBrony //------------------------------// Interlude: Capture Mission High in the skies above the Island two Argentaviv’s and a Quetzel with a stone box are heading towards the eastern beach. A radio crackles to life on one riders belt, “Cages and cuffs are ready. You still got your darts I made for you? And your longneck?” the person on the other side of the radio asks. “I do, I do. We don’t need to make ANOTHER turn around this time, I triple checked that I had everything Cactus,” Dave says into their radio. “Just making sure,” Cactus says in a playful and joking tone. “You’re doing one of your smiles aren’t you Cactus?” Dave asks with a knowing smirk on their face. “…yes. But we need to get them and gather any and all information from them, and if they’re not useful, we use them as feed for our army,” Cactus says through the radio. “Sounds fair, but make sure you stay secure, cause I have WASD following me and Travis, while I’m on Arrrg, and I hope you have a parachute,” Dave says lightheartedly with a smile. “Always do when taking a flyer Dave, and use your spy glass to check the beachfront, I’m going to make some poison grenades, cause I feel we have more than enough darts, and the grenades will do better than us needing to aim, and just in case, I’m making some normal grenades,” Cactus says over the radio. “Good plan, then again, there is a reason my friends gave you the nickname, The Tactician,” Dave happily responds. “All I did to earn that was think in the third dimension in a normally 2D game, but I’ll go silent until all crafting is done, until then, keep an eye out and radio me if you see anything,” Cactus says, “and be careful Dave,” Cactus adds on. “I will, and I’ll radio if I find something,” Dave responds while on Arrrg and looking out of their spyglass along the beachfront, but can’t see much due to the edge of the jungles dense canopy. [Inside the stone box] As Cactus looks at their blue box while their right hand is on a Smithing Table. “I hope we are alone, and that the scream was just some random creature,” Cactus thinks to themselves solemnly. Cactus closes their menu and walks around in the box and checks over the simple Wooden Cages and keeps the doors open. Afterwards they check their menu and the 12 cuffs that they have on hand. Not long after quadruple checking everything, Cactus’s radio blared to life. “I got movement by the swamplands heading north on the eastern beach, engage or wait to see if they head to their tribe?” Dave asks in a military like voice. “We wait and see if they go to their tribe and base, once there, I’ll open a hatch and drop a grenade on their base, followed quickly by a poison one,” Cactus responds in a commander like tone. “Roger,” Dave responds. After watching the person outside their tribes base be let in Cactus pulls the pin on the small grenade and drops it, and after they drop it, the pull out a poison one and pull the pin and drop it. Only seconds later does the bases roof explode and the poison grenade hits the centre of their base and they see shadows moving around before dropping. “MOVE, MOVE, MOVE!” Cactus says in a militarian tone as they take WASD’s reigns and dives to the ground and lands WASD with their back to the hut and a ramp to the ground. As the shoot the door away the two of them see 7 women, all in hide Armour with notes strewn around the table. Cactus goes over and looks at the notes and then turns and glares at the unconscious women. “Found our armour, and my notes,” Cactus says scarily calmly. “So, cuff, cage, and then what?” Dave asks. “…test. We’ll test them and see if they’re useful, I have the supplies to make an XXL wall and some more things,” Cactus says calmly. “What’ll the test be?” Dave asks as they begin to load the women into the cages from the ramp. “Make a Med brew,” Cactus says calmly as they help load them up. After looting everything and destroying the rest the duo saddles back up and takes to the skies with both on WASD. “Keep them knocked out, while I figure out what the hell these are,” Cactus says calmly as they hold up seven geodes. “Well they look like geode necklaces, but that’s it,” Dave says cheekily with a joking smirk. “I know that. But that’s it,” Cactus says as they put the geodes into their menu. “I’ll build everything we’ll need for the cage. It’ll be three by three by two,” Cactus says after putting the geodes away and focusing on the smithing table to make everything needed. “Ten four,” Dave replies as they force feed all 7 more narcotics. As they arrive back at base Cactus opens the floor hatch and jumps out over the base before deploying their parachute and floating to the ground and quickly building the cage. Dave lightly chuckles at them and has WASD stay airborne and they unload the 7 women, now stripped of their armour. “I’ll grab 80 Tintoberries, you hand them 2 narcotics, and I’ll hand one 8 canteens, 75 stone, 15 thatch, 5 Flint, and 20 wood, all separated between them,” Cactus says calmly as they hop on Travis and fly to the tower base to grab everything. “You got it,” Dave says to themselves before looking at the one that they had seen on the beach, and admires her form before a grin spreads across their face and they reach out. “And no doing anything to them while I’m away, I know you,” Cactus’s radio says as Dave’s hand is just inches from her face. Dave grumbles and does as asked and gets back on WASD and lands them before going to the industrial forge and checking their latest metal run to see how much metal they now have. Meanwhile Cactus is inside and grabbing all the supplies and makes a blueprint for a cooking pot as a precaution. Before coming out and hopping back on Travis and flying up to the trap door and opening it, and handing each person one of the items before hopping onto Travis and closing the trap door and flying to the ground and gathering all the previous stacks for the army. And whistling to them that sets them to attack anyone that falls out of the cage. To Be Continued