The Conversion Bureau: The Madman

by Astral Spark

Chapter Eight: Battle Plans

ARCHON II ORBITAL PLATFORM, LOW EARTH ORBIT NORTH PACIFIC. SEPTEMBER 28th, 2052.

Lucien Kaleth sipped on his mug of hot tea, leaving brown residue on the side. He expressed his satisfaction with his tea audibly, adoring the pure liquid that he had always loved. Sitting the tea down, he raised his voice.

“JACOB!! Oh, I always knew I’d love that name for an AI! Oh, my dear, sweet Jacob! Hail Mr. Deran, if you’d be so kind as to do so!” Kaleth’s twinge of accent graced the grey metal walls of his private quarters.

“Yes, Mr. Kaleth.” A bland voice emitted a response from an unknown location. But, in a few moments the voice was replaced by a deep toned man.

“Sir, this DNA sequence… It’s impossible to know how long it will take to decrypt. And once that’s over with, we still have to deal with the application of the finalized version of the mutated strand… It could take months… Even yea-“ Marcus Deran was interrupted by Kaleth.

“I WANT IT IN A MONTH, DERAN!! DON’T MAKE ME BURN YOUR OTHER HOUSE DOWN!!!” Kaleth rasped. Deran, unsurprised, continued.

“I know, sir. But if you still want to deploy both ARCHANGEL and REAPER at the same time, I’m not sure if the current harvest date is practica-“

“TA-TA!!” And with that, the room was silent yet again. Taking another sip of his tea, the warm feeling slipped down his throat and into his stomach. Gazing out of his observation window, a gigantic jellyfish like structure loomed outside in space. It emitted a bright orange color from the exposed sections, illuminating the hundreds of workers completing it.

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“Egnnn…” GODDDD. My chest hurt… SO BAD! Along with my stomach and my chest, my head wasn’t too great either. I didn’t want to move. I was afraid to. God, what happened? All I remember was getting cornered in the alley and… Oh shit. Had they captured me? Taken me prisoner? Worse… I opened my eyes, and found myself lying in a bed on my side. It was very comfortable from what I could tell, and I was under a really cozy blanket. I don’t think the HLF would treat me to this.

My eyes wandered around the small room I was in. Dark, it was pretty dark from what I could tell. My eyes found a window, but no light came from outside. I was either still underground, or it was nighttime. That reminded me, my father was going to murder me. Kaleth was more important than anything. Whatever he was planning, my emotions shouldn’t have gotten in the way. Cursing at myself, I once again took a look around the room. It looked like a makeshift hospital, maybe, but it was completely empty.

“Hello? Anypony? I mean… Ah, dammit. Whatever…” My voice was ragged and squeaky due to my sore throat. I wasn’t concerned about that though. I just said a ponyism without thinking, which caught me off guard. Burying myself in the blanket, I noticed that the room was quite the low temperature, probably unheated. This meant that I was likely still in some part of the Lower City, in some rundown makeshift hospital place. At least the beds were comfortable- Clip Clop Clip Clop. I hardened myself for a moment, listening intently at the hoof steps. Clip Clop Clip Clop. There they were again.

“H-Hello? Anypony here? Where am-… Fuhhh!” I mentally slapped myself again for saying another ponyism, “Cut it out, brain!” I muttered under my breath. A hurried fumbling could be heard from somewhere, and then trotting. It came closer. Taking notice of the door across the room, I watched it intently. A magical glow engulfed the doorknob, and opened to reveal a light blue Unicorn with a blue and green mane and tail. What? Veronica? What was she doing here? I stared at the approaching Unicorn with my mouth agape.

“Delvin… WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING??!!?!? WHY IN EQUESTRIA WOULD YOU COME DOWN HERE, OF ALL PLACES!!!!!!” Shit. I sunk down into my covers a little bit to shield myself from the enraged Pony, “YOU COULD’VE DIED!!!! YOU WOULD’VE DIED!!! BY CELESTIA, OF ALL THE PLACES YOU COULD’VE GONE TO!!!!” I began to quiver a little bit from the sheer force in her voice. She was angry, really angry. I had only seen her this angry one time before. Once. It kind of scared me.

“I-I didn’t mean to… I wasn’t aware of what I was doing…” Her face fell a bit, relaxing slightly. She was still pretty upset though.

“What happened? You just stormed off after your ranting! I followed you half way across the damn city to this place!!” She was over by my side now, the exhaustion and worry clear in her eyes. Right then, the memories flooded back to me. Right before I passed out… Oh… That was her? She used her magic on the HLF troops?

“Wait… So you… You saved me?” I smiled brightly at her. Or, at least I think I was smiling. It’s hard to tell sometimes with new anatomy. Backing away a little bit, she blushed lightly behind her thick coat of blue fur. How did it even show through like it did?

“Well, yeah… I guess I kind of did… I wasn’t just going to stand there and let you die!!” I chuckled heartily and looked back at her.

“Well then I guess we’re even! Remember back when we took out Jurgen Locke? I saved your fatass from getting killed by that asshole. That was close.” An unexpected kick to my shoulder caused me to gasp out in pain, “What was that for?!” Veronica retained a smirk, and began to laugh.

“You’re a douchebag, Delvin. But I love you anyway. Anyways…” Sighing, she sat down in that weird position how Ponies sat. It was actually quite comfortable, but it made me feel a ton of strange. Avoiding causing any pain in my chest and stomach, I slowly eased myself into a sitting position. Everything that I had originally thought to be normal was all wrong now. Like sitting cross legged, for example. Couldn’t really do that anymore. Sitting in a chair the human way was odd, but many Equestrians did it anyway. I mean, they did a lot of things we did, but I guess sapient species think alike in that respect. Even though they were quadrupeds, their sapient nature somehow propelled them to sit upright, even though they were basically defying their equine nature in doing so. I guess that’s why it felt weird for me, the first time going against this body’s nature. Eventually it would feel normal I guess, but the way Veronica was sitting was one of the more comfortable ways to sit as a Pony.

“Yeah, so, where are we, anyways?” I began to take notice of the room again. Looking back over to Veronica, her Pony self was portraying a demeanor of anxiety, or maybe even fear. I couldn’t know for sure though.

“I was afraid you were going to ask that. I knew you would, but… This is a Safehouse. I guess you could call it that. A place where Ponies can stay without threat from the HLF. Well, of course there’s always a threat, but this place is probably the most well hidden place in the Lower City, and maybe even in New Roanoke.” She hadn’t gotten to her point yet, but I interrupted her.

“Like how?”

“A magical barrier, actually. Illusion magic. Humans see the place as a rundown house filled with rubble, while Equestrians see it as just an old house. Most Ponies can usually sense the energy being emitted from the spell though, and that’s how they find it. But… That’s not what’s important. I lied to you, about my reasons for conversion and ending up where I am. Please don’t be mad at me…” I couldn’t be mad at her, she just saved my life, “Well, I guess not all of it was a lie, but I wasn’t sure about telling you at first. That morning after I left your apartment, I got a letter. It was from an organization called the Equestrian Rights Division. An organization that the UEG formed to protect Ponies.” She trailed off for a moment, trying to gather her thoughts.

“Well, anyways, they apparently knew about our work, and offered me special placement within their division. I refused at first, but they were offering a lot of money. UEG credits. You know how greedy I was back then, I hated that about me, but it was ultimately a good decision. They sent me down here to this Safehouse, and gave me explicit orders to prevent harm befalling any Equestrian citizen. I ran this setup down here, until my father found out. Like I said, I didn’t lie to you about some parts. He still blew up my house, and killed my sister… I still can’t believe he would do such a thing. Anyway, I needed to get away from my father before continuing my work for Equestria, so I signed up for conversion. Having experienced the things I have down here, it didn’t seem that bad of an idea.” Her face soured for a moment, and then just drooped to a sad and pitiful look.

“But… My father won’t give up so easily. If I stay here on Earth, he will probably somehow find me. I don’t know what I’ll do if he does. Equestria seems like the best option…” I couldn’t believe my ears. She was giving up this easily? She wasn’t even going to fight back? That wasn’t the Veronica I knew.

“Veronica… I know things look grim, but giving up isn’t your style. If he finds you, we’ll find him, and kill the bastard and be done with it.”

“Delvin, if you hadn’t noticed, we’re Ponies. Killing isn’t quite our styl-“

“Who said it wasn’t? I’m sure a sniper rifle as a Cutie Mark would be a bit different. I like the idea! Why can’t we do this, Ver? Tell me why.” I was on the dusty old floor now, pacing around the sitting Unicorn. Raising her hooves up in front of her face, she gave them a shake.

“Delvin. When’s the last time you saw a Pony be able to pull a trigger on a gun with hooves? I mean, I could do it with magic, but you’re a Pegasus! How would that work out?” I gave her a sly smirk, and uttered a clever laugh. At this, she facehoofed.

“You obviously haven’t met my father. You know he gave me another contract, right? Right after I woke up, too! Why would he do that if he didn’t have a good reason?” Rising to her hooves, she halted my constant pacing about the floor. Even as a human, constant movement annoyed the crap out of her.

“I don’t know. I guess he’s on to something… You were one of his best assets.”

“Still am… I think. Look, let’s just get out of here and head over to HQ. What time is it, anyway?” Remembering the urgency of my appointment, I continued to pace around the room, anxious to get out.

“It’s around 4-“

“We gotta go!”

“Hmm… I’m still not sure about staying. I’m going to see what this is about, and if it’s something big, I don’t want to be left out. I don’t even think I can go anymore, knowing the odds you’re up against… Fine. I’ll stay no matter what. You’re not in this alone.” SCORE! I got her to stay! Tripping down the splintery stairs, I landed with my legs sprawled out in each direction.

“Damn hooves. I’ll never be able to get used to these. How do you do it so well?” Veronica leaped over me, landing adjacent from my mangled self. Chuckling, she let out a sigh.

“You’ll get used to them, don’t worry. It happens to everypony.” Grimacing, my face flustered at her sudden use of everypony. I had a hard time adjusting to all of these vocabulary words.

“I don’t even know if I want t-“ A sudden tingling sensation engulfed my body. Looking up at Veronica, her eyes began to glow a feint blue, and it almost appeared that they emitted some sort of magical vapor. Her horn, glowing the brightest blue, continued to brighten. The space around us shifted erratically, as if time and space itself were being altered. When the shifting halted, and the magical glow of Veronica died down, the all too familiar lobby of Martin Industries greeted us. Still in my sprawled out position, I struggled to acquire a grip on the situation.

“What… How… What?” I was only left to stare at the returned stares of the Humans that filled the lobby. Was that… Teleportation? Weird.

“Teleportation. Nifty, huh?” She giggled, and a magical shimmer engulfed me and I was brought to my hooves once again. My mind was pretty weak, as well as my muscles, and I stuttered.

“T-Teleportation? T-That was… A bit unexpected-d.” Definitely unexpected. How did she learn how to do that so quickly? I guess she spent time with Unicorns and others at the Safehouse, but she was like a master. Or so I thought. But that was magic? Well, magic is pretty weird. It wasn’t any ‘abra cadabara’ or ‘poof’ nonsense, but more… Awesome, I guess? The transition from the Lower City to here was almost seamless, as the space and time seemed to morph around a bubble. There weren’t any bright flashes, or weird noises, it just happened.

“Magic works a bit differently than I would’ve expected. Like, it’s something out of Science Fiction, almost.” Having regained my bearings, I attempted to focus on the task at hand. Directing ourselves toward the front desk, we struck up more conversation.

“Well, yeah, actually. Equestrian magic, or Thaumatic Energy, is a completely foreign concept to this Universe. It’s nothing like the typical Human stereotype of magic. It’s all very different, and more intricate.” We continued to receive multiple stares from the staff, but I started to get used to it. Guess I would have to.

There she was. The queen of bitchdom, Susan Sartor. Susan, the stereotypical bitch, was working the Front desk. Ever since I was a little kid, she had been one of my father’s most trusted employees. I mean, I was told she did her work extremely well, but she always had a thing for being a bitch, especially to me. She didn’t like me at all. Hated me, actually. Apparently, she and my father had something before he married my mother, but she still retained a deep appreciation for him. Don’t ask me how he could ever love a bitch like her, but somehow it happened. Her hatred for me wasn’t a secret either, clearly demonstrated by Veronica’s recoiling action as she noticed her at the Front Desk.

“Gah, do we really have to go through her? This won’t end well…”

“Seems like it. I’ll have to identify myself, as will you to get access to my dad’s office.” My legs grew numb. I hated having to deal with these kinds of situations.

“Can’t you just call him? Tell him to override the Elevator’s floor restraints?”

“Even if I did that, I’d still have to go through Susan. Won’t let anyone through without authorization from the big man himself. I don’t want to get into a bigger mess than there has to be.” Sighing, I continued on toward the counter. My hoofs clopped against the unrealistically clean floors, and grew louder with every step. It didn’t take Susan long to notice the obnoxious hoof steps in her wake. Looking up, her omnipresent frown soured even more as she examined us with her beady eyes. Putting her datapad down, she stood up.

“No animals! Dr. Martin has a strict polic-“ My teeth clenched, and the words that came out of my mouth next were, albeit slightly uncalled for, gratifying.

“Fuck off, Susan! My dad doesn’t have any stupid policy that says that I can’t come in here! Now, I need two access cards for my friend and I.” Susan appeared to be taken aback. Apparently she hadn’t known about my endeavor, and was quite shocked. Expectantly, her hideous face soured beyond what I thought was possible.

“Ah, Delvin. A new look, huh? Well, I certainly like the… Uh… Tail. Oh, and the purple eyes are quite fetching too. My, my… What kind of stupid thing did you do to get yourself in this me-“

“Just give me the damn cards, Susan.” Her face reddening, she proceeded to angrily authorize the cards for use with her scanner.

“I need voice recognition scans from both of you. Seeing that the facial recognition won’t go so well, we have to settle with that. It doesn’t pick up animals, anyway.” She retorted. After speaking into the receiver, she spoke up again, “Veronica Hock, eh? Haven’t seen your lazy ass around here in a while.” She held out the two cards, grabbing mine in between my teeth, Veronica utilizing her magic. Once again, the magic she performed astonished me. A shimmering clear field of energy engulfed the card, its visual properties distorting a bit. I resented having to carry the thing in my mouth; I especially felt like my humanity was all but lost when I did that, but I had to hold myself together, now of all times.

The two armed guards adorned in black Centurion Power Armor stepped aside, and let us access the elevator. There were a couple of others inside, one talking on their Datapad, and the other just stood there. The one on their Datapad was too busy to notice us, but the other took interest immediately. Once we scanned our access cards, the man spoke up.

“Access cards? Are you seeing Dr. Martin?” Turning to face the middle aged scientist, he recoiled at our eye contact, but adjusted.

“Um, yeah. I’m his son.”

“HIS SON? Oh, Delvin, a pleasure to meet you! I’m one of Dr. Martin’s lead scientists! Believe me when I say that the effort he’s put into this project of his will not let you down! You will be pleased, I assure you!!” The overly excited man shook my hoof erratically, “Oh, but where are my manners? I’m Dr. Gildroy Orcrest, a pleasure!” God, every one of his scientists must’ve been half insane. Right up there with Verga.

“Pleasure to meet you, Dr. Orcrest.” The elevator rose skyward, rocketing past the other around two hundred or more floors in the building. My father’s office was conveniently placed at the highest habitable floor. As we were forced to wait, I couldn’t help but fidget uncomfortably between the two vastly different looking humans. Orcrest wore a lab coat, while the other wore an expensive black suit. I shot a quick glance up at the expensive looking Human who had just hung up from his call. Apparently, he caught me looking at him, and his face soured.

“Keep your eyes off me, freak. Who let you into the building, anyways?” This kind of thing was really starting to get on my nerves. I was being constantly bombarded with insults and racism. Jeez, I never really noticed how much the Ponies got pushed around by the Humans until now. I mean, I knew it happened, I even participated in it once, but now I was getting the brunt of it. I wasn’t exactly satisfied with myself either, but the insults and stuff really didn’t help me feel any better.

“Look, can you please just back off? I’m not having a good day…” I just wanted all the shit to stop. I was so tired, so eager for the day to be over with. I’d just be briefed and stuff with my dad, and then I’d be out of here. I’d go back home, watch some TV, maybe watch a movie, play some guitar, surf the extranet, play some video games… You know, it sounded like something I could really look forward to. But then I remembered that I couldn’t do half of those things anymore. Man, what I’d give to be able to experience those things again.

Reaching the top floor, the elevator doors swished open, revealing a security checkpoint. Veronica, Dr. Orcrest, and I stepped out, leaving the well-dressed man in the elevator with a disgruntled expression. Just before the elevators closed behind us, I heard him muffle, “Damn animals.” I shrugged it off, but it stung a little. Also, it wasn’t the center of my attention. My attention was currently plastered on the empty guard posts, the disabled security scanner, and the presence of blood splatters across the walls. Veronica was the first to react, gasping, and backing away from the scene. I just stood, frozen, as Orcrest investigated the scene. Distracted by the blood, his foot came in contact with an armored leg sticking out from behind a wall. Jumping back, he bit his lip.

“My God… What happened here? Your father!” Orcrest darted through the already half opened automatic doors, and began to yell for my dad. My attention was directed at the sprawled corpse that lay motionless on the scarlet floor. A single bullet hole pierced his forehead, allowing the fresh blood to pour out of the open wound. I felt sick. So very sick. Never in my life had I ever been so sick and felt so horrible about death. I screwed my eyes shut, and stepped over the lifeless bodies, the fresh scent of blood piercing my nostrils.

The office on the other side was in complete disarray. Overturned furniture, blood splatters coated the walls, along with broken and bloodied glass.

“Doctor! Are you okay? Do you need medical attention?” The frantic nasal speech of Orcrest could be heard.

“I’m okay… ‘cough cough’… Where is he? My son?” Upon glancing over at my father’s desk, I noticed a tall black haired man sitting uncomfortably in a chair, clutching his side. Another to my right was clad in black armor, and lay sprawled out in bloody glass. The remnants of a holoscreen, I noted. “Delvin… You’re here! Thank god…” He coughed again, and leaned back in his chair.

“Wha…” I gulped, “What happened?” Sighing, he gestured Orcrest to back away from him, and he awkwardly rose to his feet, still clutching his side.

“Damn assassin. Apparently a little birdie told on me. He was Kaleth’s.” Coughing, he called out, “Serena, run security protocol 451. Make sure this isn’t publicized. Poor souls…” He limped over to the cold metallic body of the assassin, and gave him a kick, “He’s a cyborg. Biomechanical implants from head to toe. I was lucky this time… It’s a good thing Walter went down to the labs when he did… Would’ve been killed, most likely.” Grunting, he continued to limp over to me. Dr. Orcrest was investigating the dead assassin on the ground now, running a scan on him with his Datapad.

“D-Dad… I… Are you all right? Are you hurt?” He placed a rough hand on my neck, and patted me gently.

“Oh I’ll be all right. Cut it pretty close, though. It was a lucky shot.” He pointed to a lone magnum that had been left on the floor. Orcrest spoke up from his analyzing.

“Yeah. Right between the eyes. ‘tisk tisk tisk’. By the way, his name is Jericho Faber. That’s all I know… Guy doesn’t have much of a background.” I glanced over to the bloody synthetic man on the floor, his blood was tainted a bit orange due to the mixture of chemicals in his biomech augmentations, but it was blood all the same. Gagging, I looked away and buried my head in my dad’s coat. I didn’t want to look at the blood anymore.

“Sorry. I know this kind of stuff isn’t good for you now, but that’ll soon change.” He stroked my mane, “I need to show you something.” Finally. I was done with this. I just wanted to go home…

“Doctor, I… It’s Veronica Hock. You know…” Pulling myself away from him, I looked over at the queasy looking mare who was doing her best to step over the shards of glass.

“Hock? You certainly look different from last time I saw you… My wife told me she met you at the Bureau, as luck would have it. Tell me, does Delvin have an ally?” Something was always bothering him. For all of my life, I have never known my dad to be at peace with himself, or something else. Now he looked more stressed than ever.

“Yes, doctor. I can explain to you about my disappearance and everything at a later time, but I think the matter at hand is more important.” Sighing, he looked over at Orcrest.

“Gildroy, make sure no one gets access to this room. I can’t have the cops right now. More important things to deal with.” He limped over to a wall, and entered a key code on a panel. Raising his fingers up to his ear, he spoke into a device.

“Walter, get down to testing 04.” A hidden door opened up silently, and gave way to a pearly white elevator. My father was really in a hurry. This was urgency; getting attacked by an assassin and two minutes later you’re all cool about it. All right then. This testing facility was all too familiar to me. It was the level where the prototypes, secret operations, and people like me got to play with manly toys. We walked out into a long corridor, lined with the various inventions my father was currently working on. I had no idea what they were all for, and I could only guess.

“This way. Walter will be waiting for us. Are you ready, Delvin?” We turned to face a rather large garage looking door with the Martin Industries logo plastered in big white letters, followed by a 04-D. I looked up at my tall father, nodded, and was led inside by the still visibly limping man.

“Power levels reaching nominal charge. Stabilizing… There. Ah, Doctor, the Nano batteries are effectively holding their charge. Would you like me to crack the case?” Walter trotted over to a rather large holographic panel and gestured to my father. In my limited time to observe my surroundings, I took note of the two monstrous vibrating spheres on each side of the room, somehow kept aloft by a force field. The things my father came up with…

“Crack it.” Doctor Verga punched in a key code, and without warning, a gust of chilly air buffeted my coat. The far wall broke into five pieces, and slid into the walls.

“We have to keep it right cold in here to preserve the charge, sorry. Delvin Martin, I present to you one of my greatest works. The Mark II Arion Powered Assault Armor.” Before me, a solid black suit of armor hung suspended in a containment field. I heard a muffled gasp from behind me, most likely Veronica’s. All I could do was stare, dumbfounded at the wondrous piece of machinery. It was indeed quadrupedal, and it appeared to be encased in shiny outer plating.

“Well… This is nice. But, what does it do? It almost looks like a workaround of the Soaren variant.” I took a few steps forward before halting in front of the containment field, and Veronica followed suit. My father chuckled lightly, and took out his Datapad.

“As you know, ever since the Portal opened, I’ve been studying the Equestrian race. Their psyche, physiology, neural capacity, combat abilities, et cetera… I knew that someday we would need resources like you; Ponies that have extensive knowledge of combat and intelligence. When people like Lucien Kaleth threaten to wipe out an entire sapient species, sometimes we need all the help we can get. Now that you are what you are, you have more than enough reason to help.”

“Wipe out an entire species? The Equestrians? How? How do you know that’s what he’s going to do?” Veronica’s voice was tinged with a mixture of anger and fear.

“We don’t know for sure. Not yet. That’s what we need you two for. Now, before we get any further, let me tell you about the suit itself. As we all know, Equestrians were not built for combat. The Arion provides the user with the same amount of power output as the Soaren Power Armor variants. This giving you the strength of any normal human multiplied by 2. The Arion has an onboard gyroscopic stabilization system that allows the user to stand upright for a limited amount of time, as it drains power rather quickly. This feature can be used for any number of things, like operating weapons among other delicate procedures. The actual suit itself is comprised of thick ablative ceramic plates on the exterior, a thin but dense layer of compact armor underneath of that, and finally a gel lined body suit made of synthetic material that reactively changes its density and temperature to fit the user’s needs. This particular version is the Pegasus version, which gives the user a keen advantage in Earth flight. But what really gives you the edge…” Walter fiddled with the panel some more, and a holo appeared before us, causing us both to reel back at the unexpected projection. I glanced at her, and took in her seriousness. I couldn’t tell if she liked what she was seeing, or disapproved. I certainly approved, however. Before I could delve deeper into my thoughts, an outline of a pony appeared on the hologram, red dots popping up on the hooves, eyes, and head.

“The Mark II Arion Powered Assault Armor comes complete with a neural interface, one that allows the wearer, provided a neural uplink is present, to operate various devices with his or her brainwaves. Along with this, the neural enhancement unlocks the Equestrian’s emotional threshold by reducing the amount of serotonin levels produced. You will be able to think like a Human and act upon choices like a Human. That is what you’re going to need in order to take down Kaleth, Delvin.” I was reeling with relief and excitement. I was practically going to be Human again? Things were looking up for me. Maybe I couldn’t go back, but this was the closest thing I had to being my old self. Then, out of nowhere, my father gasped out in pain.

“Walter, pull up the mission briefing for them. I’m kind of in a hurry, here.” I had already rushed to my father’s side, only to be reassured that he was okay.

“Dad, you should really go to the hospital floor,” I sputtered out. He only shook his head, and gestured to the screen once again.

“Alright. Like I said before, your target is Marcus Deran. Only this time, no killing. See, your objective is to get in and out of there with information safely secured in hand, or hoof as it were. We’re still testing the neural enhancement portion of the suit and we don’t want any psychological scarring. The worst you can do is incapacitate the bastard. Now, we need to know what Kaleth is planning, and what the drug is for. The facility is located directly under Weaver Knob, and is respectively known by the HLF as the Weaver Facility. Delvin, Veronica, I think you can work out the rest. I’ll send some more Intel over to your AI, but that is all for now. I’ve had your new weapons and armor delivered to your apartment. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m in an unreasonable amount of pain. Delvin, I expect a report by tomorrow evening.”

Comments

[Astral Spark]

Mother of Celestia... Finally got this out. Took me long enough...

[Da Bunnana King]

Jesus christ. This is turning out good. So keep up the good work brohan.

[PinkiePirate]

It was well worth the wait, Cap'n! Keep it up, Ima waiting for moar!

[SkyStream]

Dis is gettin gud

and yeah, a Sniper Rifle Cutie Mark sounds awesome.....

[Krass McWriter]

Ya ever going to update?

[Astral Spark]

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Yeah, sorry about that. School is putting a lot of pressure on me as of now, and It's hard to find time to write this one. Ill update as soon as I can, but for now I'm putting it on hiatus. I was having a hard time deciding whether to leave it as incomplete or put it on hiatus, but I eventually went with the latter. As soon as I have an appropriate to write, I will, but for now I'm dealing with a lot of other things. Anyway, thank you all for reading, and there's definitely going to be another chapter up in the future.