Life's Lemon's - Remake

Ria's wings were a blur as she glided past Steel. A small breeze stirred her feathers. She laughed in glee and skimmed the celling. She turned the corner and....(What did she see, Tyro? GUARDS?!? :gasp

 

(Sorry. Been kinda busy.)

The two guards standing behind each corner begin to turn around, moving in to check what that massive bang noise was. The pair of them carried a sort of saddle-mounted version of a tommy gun on his back. A complicated, half-finished box of clockwork and gun barrel on one side was fed ammo from a container on the other side. A mouth-operated switch in front of their faces seemed to activate the complicated contraption.

They pulled on the bits, activating the two weapons as the group charges in. The clockwork commences a loud, rhythmic ticking that was getting faster and faster along with a high-pitched whine while the guns warmed up.

"Quick! Before they fire!" Tyro shouts, closing in on a guard.

 

Ria turned and fell into a dive. She landed on their head hoof first.

 

Fair Capriccio watched the chaos from behind Karl, whom which she was clinging to for dear life. Her foreleg wrapped around his neck and squeezed him tight to herself. Once the gunfire began, she squealed "W- Wait for me! Don't leave me here!" and let go of poor Karl, running through the door of the room and into the hallway outside in pursuit of the others.

 

A slight breeze played with Fair's mane, and Ria turned a corner and saw her. "Com'on!" she said, and spun in a tight circle around her. Fair was lifted in the air, and was following Ria around a few corners, to Tyro. She placed her down gently, and flew away, presumably to go help Steel.

 

Ria's kick to the head lands the distraction Steel needs to finish the guard off with his uppercut of justice. The weapon's internal mechanisms wind down as the guard does the same, collapsing to the floor in a heap.

Cyanside's fireball flies past Tyro and impacts the guard. Being only fire, it splashes over him, charring his fur. With the fiery distraction taken care off, Tyro tackles the guard. At Tyro's touch, the guard's strength leaves him and he flops like his colleague.

"All right! That worked amazingly! Great work everypony!" Tyro said, trying to encourage some positivity in his team. High spirits could mean the difference between getting out of here in one piece or several. He was fighting with a lawyer, for instance. "Maybe the gun ought to go to Capriccio. She'll need something to defend herself with and harsh language isn't going to cut it here. The library isn't particularly far. If we hurry, we can get there and stop Cydonia from doing anything horrible with it. Everypony with me?"

 

"That was fun!" said Ria cheerfully and started walking. She stopped suddenly and frowned. "Did I really just say that?" she asked, alarmed. She shrugged and her face smoothed. "Right behind you, Tyro."

 

Fair Capriccio stared repulsively at the gun. "Do I have to? I mean, you guys took them out quite fine and, well frankly I don't know how to use this thing! She put a hoof on it and recoiled. "It feels like death. Can't I just follow you through?

 

"It's just for protection." said Ria sympathetically. She didn't like weapons herself, and was much happier relying on her... magic? Was that right? Abilities, more like. She shook her head and went on. "While you can play the Flugelhorn absolutely beautifully, your cutie mark isn't a weapon, or something of defense, not a bad thing, but it's safer if you just keep the weapon to defend yourself. If you'd like, I can carry it until you need it, thought I think it would be better if you got used to it."

 

"All right!" Tyro said, glad that no-pony had died yet. He looks up and down the corridors, checking with his eyes and ears for anything approaching. The coast appeared to be clear for now. That probably meant that the search in the Library was where all effort was focused right now. If they moved fast and quietly, they might be able to launch an attack on the guards as they looked through all the bookshelves.

"Everypony! We need to move as quickly and as quietly as possible. I can't hear any guards right now but there's nothing to suggest that they're all in the Library. We need to play this smart. When we get to the Library, we'll need the element of surprise to get rid of Cydonia's ponies so silence is key. Can you do that for me?"

He had paws so he knew he could be pretty silent when he needed to be. His steps could be like velvet rustling. However, a drunk griffin and a group of ponies that couldn't remove their hooves from the equation with flight had Tyro gravely concerned. Cappriccio, Cyanside and Steel could all stuff this up for them if they weren't careful.

"The library is this way. Keep quiet." He trots off down a corridor, keeping his senses as sharp as possible down the decayed hallway. No point trying to smell anything when the only scent on the air was of dust.

 

Fair Capriccio nodded uncertainly at Tyro's orders. Even he doesn't know their intentions, she deemed. Placing one last glance at the weapon on the ground, she began moving forward with light hooves. After a few steps, she stopped and looked back at the weapon again.

You don't have to use it, you know, she thought to herself. It's just a precaution. Sweat beaded on her forehead and she bit her lip. It's a weapon... but this is my only chance.

Sighing, Fair Capriccio turned back around and walked back to the fallen guard. Grabbing the gun with her teeth, she slung it onto her back and turned back to the rest of the group. "Let's get going." she said grimly. The faster we get where we need to be, the less of a chance I'll have to use this.

 

"Good job, Fair." said Ria approvingly. She spoke a little louder, but still soft. "I can carry a maximum of two ponies in the air, I think. Anypony not have light feet?"