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Lateral Movement - Alzrius



Having been granted rulership over the city of Vanhoover, and confessed their feelings for each other, Lex Legis and Sonata Dusk have started a new life together. But the challenges of rulership, and a relationship, are more than they bargained for.

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188 - Finding an Exit

“So what do we do now?”

Drafty had just climbed to her hooves as she heard C. Shells’ question, leaning against Cloudbank and shaking her head to clear away the last of the cobwebs from her brush with death. “What do you mean?”

“She means we’re trapped,” replied Turbo bluntly. “We all managed to make it here in one piece, but there’s no way out.” Drafty blinked at that, moving away from Cloudbank as she took a better look at their surroundings.

There wasn’t much to see. Although the light from Severance’s blade was dim, it provided enough illumination to make it plain that the inside of the vault consisted of a single large room. The back wall was made entirely of small drawers, each with a number and a keyhole. The left and right walls were lined with shelves, all of which were stuffed with bags that had been stamped with the symbol for bits. And the wall behind her was dominated by the large round door, now closed, and a small bookstand that had been shoved into a corner, a single folio labeled “Records” resting atop it. The only other distinguishing feature to be found was the lack of water in the room, the floor being mercifully dry.

He’s right, Drafty realized with a sinking feeling. The only way out is the way we came in! And those ghouls are definitely still out there… She ran a hoof over her throat as she thought that, unable to help the shudder that went down her spine as she recalled the sensation of sharp teeth sinking into her neck, followed by the incredible pain of them tearing her throat out.

Noticing the look on Drafty’s face, Cloudbank stepped forward and rubbed her side against the other mare. “There is a way out,” she said, forcing confidence into her voice. “We just have to find it.” She turned around then, positioning herself so she could face everypony at once. “Getting here was tougher than we thought it would be, and it was touch-and-go there for a minute, but we did it. We beat the odds and we made it through. Together.”

She paused then, a sudden wave of determination crashing over her. The sensation was heady, and in the wake of all the close calls they’d just endured – which had ended with Drafty’s almost dying – it seemed crazy, but somehow that only served to heighten the feeling. That’s right. We’ve all put our lives on the line for each other, and it’s gotten us this far. We can do it again. I know we can!

Giving a resolute nod, Cloudbank made eye contact with each of her companions in turn. “Drafty, you were the one who came up with the idea for how to get past those spikes in the water. If you hadn’t done that, we wouldn’t have made it here to begin with.”

“Well, I do have a knack for traps,” smiled Drafty modestly.

Cloudbank gave her a nod before looking at the pony next to her. “C. Shells, you helped Sandbar when he injured his hoof, and you held Drafty up when that ghoul tried to drown her. If you hadn’t come with us, I know we would’ve lost somepony by now.”

C. Shells waved a hoof, as though to bat the compliments away, but she was smiling. “I didn’t do anything special, and certainly not anything you all didn’t do for me before.”

Accepting the humble response, Cloudbank turned her gaze to the pony across from her. “Turbo…I know we haven’t always gotten along, but I want to say thank you.” She gave him a small, grateful smile. “Since this started, you’ve thrown yourself into danger more than anypony here, and when everything looked hopeless, you were the one who got the vault door open. No matter what you did before, I’m proud to have fought beside you now.”

“I-” Turbo opened his mouth, about to say that if she was so grateful for his help she should talk to Lex about lifting Garden Gate’s curses, but a sudden sense of acute discomfort made the words stick in his throat. He worked his jaw silently for a moment, not sure what to say, before he finally gave up. Instead he looked down, unable to meet Cloudbank’s eyes for some reason, and nodded in acknowledgment.

“And me?” grinned Sandbar as Cloudbank turned her eyes toward him.

He looks just like a puppy that wants a treat, she thought, unable to stop from grinning at the mental comparison. “How’s your hoof?”

“Huh?” He blinked, the question catching him off-guard. “It’s still a little tender. Why?”

“Can you walk on it?”

A nervous look flitted across his face as he gingerly lowered his injured hoof to the ground, leaning his weight on it…and then grimacing as he immediately shifted backward. “…no,” he answered glumly, his ears folding down. But his dejection only lasted for a moment before something occurred to him, looking back at Cloudbank. “Can you use your magic to heal it?”

She shook her head. Between saving Drafty just now, demonstrating that protective spell back during her speech, and using some extremely minor magic to repair a few torn tents for some of the camp ponies when she'd been looking for volunteers to come here, she was almost completely tapped. “I only have one spell left, and it’s not a healing spell.”

“You don’t need magic for a little cut like that,” scoffed C. Shells, moving next to Sandbar. He gave a slight yelp as she pulled his bandana off of his head, spitting on it before lifting his injured hoof in hers and dabbing at it. “You just need to swab it clean, let it rest, and I bet that in ten minutes you’ll be good as new.” She dabbing at his injury as she spoke, causing him to bite his lip in discomfort.

“I hope so,” interjected Cloudbank, “because I’m still counting on him to carry as many of these bits as he can when we get out of here.”

That made Sandbar jerk his head back towards her, a surprised look on his face. “Wait, really?”

Everypony else looked similarly startled at her words, with Drafty speaking up first. “Cloudy, are you serious? I mean, I’m glad that we’re all having a moment here, but at this point I think we’ll be lucky if we can all get out of this place alive.”

“That’s a very big ‘if,’” added Turbo. “The only way out is to open the door and fight our way through those ghouls, and even with your magic scythe,” he gestured towards Severance, still floating silently above them, “I’d be surprised if any of us made it. There’s just too many of them.”

“Then we’ll figure out another way,” replied Cloudbank without missing a beat. She paused then, hoping that her companions would be galvanized by her surety, but the only response she received was an uncomfortable silence. “C’mon everypony, think! I wanna hear some ideas! If we can’t fight our way out, then how do we get out of here?”

For a moment no one replied, until Turbo let out a sigh. “I’m sure you’d have mentioned this already if you did, but do you have any magic that can help? Something that can get us out of here or call for a rescue?”

Cloudbank shook her head. “I only have one spell left, and all it does is boost your sense of courage.”

“That wouldn’t be the worst thing right about now,” murmured Drafty, rubbing her neck again as she glanced back at the vault door.

“You’re just jealous because that healing spell you got didn’t leave you with a cool scar like mine,” teased Sandbar, pointing at his own neck, and the statement was ludicrous enough that Drafty couldn’t help but laugh.

C. Shells joined her a moment later, vainly trying to keep her amusement under control. “You’re such an idiot,” she murmured at Sandbar, her body shaking with mirth.

He snorted good-naturedly, chuckling as the bout of laughter spread to him. “I’m just saying, an awesome scar is the sort of characteristic people remember. Remember that one guy in ‘Daring Do and the Disappearing Diamond’? The museum curator? He didn’t actually steal the diamond, but because he had that nasty scar, he seemed like…like…” Sandbar trailed off, before his eyes suddenly widened. “That’s it!”

“What’s what?” snickered Cloudbank, still enjoying the moment of levity that had spread throughout the room.

“That’s how we get out of here!” The excitement in Sandbar’s voice was enough to command everyone’s attention, quieting down as they looked at him. “Remember what happened in the beginning of that book? When the Diamond of the Wise King was stolen from the museum even though it was locked up tight?”

“I read that,” nodded Cloudbank. “There was no sign of a break-in, so everypony suspected the curator, since he had only taken the job a week before and had the keys to the place.”

“Right, and his scar made him look like a villain,” continued Sandbar. “So the police thought it was an open-and-shut case. But Daring Do knew better, because he’d been talking to her about financing her next expedition during the night of the robbery. So she searched the crime scene-”

“-and found a secret passage,” finished Cloudbank, realizing what he was getting at. “You think there might be a secret passage out of here?”

“It would make sense,” he enthused. “I mean, we’re like Daring Do! We’ve gone into an old ruin, fought our way past traps and monsters, and now we’ve found the treasure! So I bet there’s a secret passage that will get us out of here now!”

Drafty frowned, rubbing a hoof on her chin in thought. “I don’t know, Piggy didn’t say anything about a secret passage when I was hitting him up for information about this place.”

“That doesn’t mean that there isn’t one!” Sandbar went over to one of the shelves, pushing the bags of bits to the side. “Maybe he forgot, or-, no, wait, maybe he never knew! You said that his great-grandstallion built this place, right? Big Banks? If he had a hidden passage and never told anypony about it, then-”

“There’s no secret passage.”

Turbo’s voice was soft, but the absolute certainty in it was enough to make everypony look at him. “You don’t know that,” shot back Sandbar with a scowl.

“Yes I do,” sighed Turbo.

“How?” asked C. Shells.

“Because this entire room is dry.” Turbo waved a hoof to encompass the vault. “Think about it. If there was a secret passage up to the ground floor, the floodwater would have slipped in through it, and there would be knee-deep water in here just like the rest of the basement. But there isn’t.”

Sandbar gaped, looking like a foal who’d just been told that Hearth’s Warming was cancelled. “No way.”

“I guess that makes sense,” muttered Drafty, her ears folding down in discouragement. “I mean, when you think about it someone who owns the bank wouldn’t really need a secret passage into their own vault.”

“That would be a security risk.” C. Shells looked similarly dismayed. Despite the flaws in it, Sandbar’s idea – and his enthusiasm – had been encouraging.

Sandbar sighed, sitting down and hanging his head dejectedly. “I’m sorry, you guys. I got everypony’s hopes up for nothing.”

“No.”

Cloudbank looked up slowly, a smile spreading across her face as she looked at Sandbar. “It wasn’t for nothing. Just the opposite, that’s how we’re going to get out of here!”

He blinked at that, sharing a confused look with everypony else before asking the obvious question. “How’s that? If there’s no hidden passage…”

“Then we make one of our own,” replied Cloudbank firmly. “Severance!” The scythe floated into her grasp obediently.

“You want to cut a way out of here?” asked Drafty incredulously.

Turbo shook his head. “That won’t work either. Cutting down the door won’t be any different than opening it. You might crush a few ghouls if you push it outward, but the rest will just swarm us. And I doubt there are any passages on the other side of the other three walls.”

“Maybe,” smirked Cloudbank, “but there’s one other direction that definitely has a passage we can take to bypass those monsters.”

With deliberate, dramatic slowness, she pointed upward.

Author's Note:

Cloudbank displays her leadership skills, and together with her team, comes up with a way out!

Will her plan work, or is this another disaster waiting to happen?

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