Chapter 1: Sea Breeze
Chapter 1:
Sea Breeze
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Day 1 Log entry 1: “T-this is… this is Sea Breeze… Celestia… they did it… I can't believe it… they actually did it… the zebras’ dropped the bombs… I just… I can't… goddesses….”
Log 1 Terminated…
Day 3 Log entry 2: “Sea Breeze again… Guess I didn't explain much the first day…. Sorry about that, I guess. Well, here's what happened. The zebras’ dropped… balefire bombs I think… at least that's what the military corples are saying… the one that got in at least. Heh, bastard ran when he saw the ships… says he didn't care… he just wanted to live… lots of ponies were waiting out there… I wonder who would've gotten in if he hadn't…. Hold on, got to stop for now. The vault workers are assigning us rooms now. Sea Breeze out.”
Log 2 Ended.
Day 4 Log entry 3: “S-someone took their own life today… said they couldn't handle it… I didn't think… they hung themself… right where everyone could see… the atrium I think the room is called…. The workers told everyone to go back to their rooms… the whole thing has upset everyone… they were planing to do profiling so ponies could start their training. But I guess that's set back to tomorrow…. I'm gonna lie down, try to forget what's happened… See ya tomorrow.”
Log 3 Ended.
Day 6 Log entry 4: “Bloody bastards, all of them. So apparently, we’re in Vault 50 and it's being runned by a select police force hand picked by, get this, the fucking military. Which means if you break any rules in here, you better be prepared for the consequences. They were doing profiling, in the atrium, assigning everyone a job that would suit their skills. Little did they think that some ponies aren't made for what their body can do. One stallion tried to tell them that he wasn't fit for security and trained for baking. They dragged him away and I haven't seen him since. Of course that little incident shut everyone up and we had to accept our fate. I think I got lucky though, most of the forces were mares and I don't think the stallions were to happy about having mares work anywhere but the kitchen and laundry. I got assigned to security thankfully, I've done it before so I think that was the deciding factor why the mare profiling me gave me the job. Training starts tomorrow, so I think I need to sleep early so I'll make it. Night Pip-Buck.”
Log 4 Ended.
Day 7 Log entry 5: “Well hello again, Pip-Buck. As it turns out the head officer got all our profiles, and since I was already a part of the military he let me out early because I've already done the drills and the training. Guess not all stallions are as sexist as the others. Heh, I wonder how those other ponies are doing. Bet some of them are crying. Ah well, training is probably needed. One of the stallions in there looked like he was the dumbest thing ever. He looked the part but he sure didn't act like it. I really hope they plan on getting rid of the bad ones like him. All we need is a bunch of over enthusiastic police ponies that take their job way to seriously and lock up, harm, or break a pony, to lose control. I'm gonna rest, I never know when I'll be called. Night."
Log 5 Ended.
Day 9 Log entry 6: “Sorry about that, I couldn't get off my shift yesterday. They wanted some of the more experienced officers to keep guard at the vault door. I don't know what they're putting us there for, it's been almost two weeks since the drop. It's not like anything is out there, at least not anymore. But really, it was so boring. And they're planning on making us do it again tomorrow. I think I'll make a log tomorrow while I work, beats sitting there and doing nothing. Today they gave me and the pony that were on watch yesterday a break. Really generous. I wonder who's on watch now…. They’ve made it clear they won't leave that door unwatched. I wonder what they're afraid of. Maybe if there's a crack they're scared of a radiation leak and they need a pony to watch if that happens. Oh well, I'll never know. They don't really discuss much with us, they like staying in their office and watching over everyone. Personally, I think they're just making sure there's no fighting going on. That or they're planning something, and they don't want anyone eavesdropping.” Thnk thnk thnk “Huh I wonder who that is.” Shnnk “Hello?”
“Hi… you were the pony on shift yesterday right?”
“Yeah that's me, Sea Breeze.”
“Blossom… while you were there… you didn't hear anything… did you…?”
“Hmm, not that I can recall. Why? Did you hear something?”
“I thought I did…. Might've just been my imagination… thanks though…” Shnnk
“Huh, alright then. That was weird, a yellow earth mare named Blossom. Just saying it because this thing can't do pictures. But I'm sure it caught the conversation. I wonder what that was about though, I'll just mention it to the buck with me tomorrow. Sea Breeze out.”
Log 6 ended.
Day 10 Log entry 7: “Woooo boy, aren't we having fun. Right Onyx?”
“Yup, I just looooove watchin big metal doors that don't move.”
“Don’t we both. I mean, just look at it.” Silence
“Riveting. You could almost think its a door that never opened in the first place.”
“I know right? I mean, it only closed not even two weeks ago. Hard to believe. Right Onyx?”
“Yeah, although it's hard not to imagine what could be on the other side. I mean, have you seen a balefire explosion before?”
“Not really. I imagine it just spreads fire everywhere and eventually dies down enough for us to leave. Hey maybe that why we're here? Waiting for the all clear.”
“Possibly. But I guess we won't know till we find out.” Thnk… thnk… thnk… “What was that?”
“I don't know?” Snnk, clop clop clop. “Hello?”
“What are you doing?”
“It sounded like it came from the door.”
“That's impossible, that's like 2 feet of concrete. Not to mention covered in an inch of steel.”
“I swear, it came from the door. Come and listen.”
“Fine, fine.” Snnk, clop clop clop. Scilence. “See, I told you Onyx nothing is the-” Thnk… thnk… thnk… Thud! “W-woah, what the fuck?!”
“S-see! I fucking told you! There's something out there!”
“B-but how can that be?! Why weren't they in the vault?!”
Gasp! “Maybe its the all clear!”
“Y-you really think so?”
“Yeah! Maybe it's like a code? Three really slow knocks?”
“I'd better go tell the military ponies. Stay here and see if anymore knocks happen.” Clop clop clop clop!
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Knock knock! “Hey! Seargent!”
Shnk. “Yes? What do you need seargent Crab Apple for?”
“We heard something! On our watch!”
“Heard something? Impossible, those bombs destroyed everything.”
“No no! We heard something! It was knocking really slowly! Like this.” Thnk… thnk… thnk… “We think it might be the ponies that are gonna give the all clear!”
“Ponies that give the… my dear, there's no one out there. And there never will be anyone out there. Except maybe the griffons or dragons maybe the changelings too… either way, there's nothing out there now. And there's no pony coming to give an all clear.”
“But-”
“Ever! Now if you'll excuse me, we are discussing important matters. And you have post to get back too” Shnk.
Sigh. “Sir yes sir…” Clop… clop… clop…
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“So? What did they say?”
“That… uh… it means they're still trying to clean up, not clear yet.”
“Really? Aw man, I was really hoping I could get back home.”
“Well, better get comfy here… think you can hold off on your own? I'm feeling a little light headed…”
“Yeah sure go ahead and rest. See you next time.”
“Yeah…” Clop… clop… clop…
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Sigh “Pip-Buck… I just don't know what to do… should I tell him or not? On one hoof it'd be the right thing to do… on the other it might be best to leave him in an oblivious state… but it could hurt his feelings… but it might break his heart knowing he'll never go home! Agh! This is all to much!”