Trav chuckled a little bit and shook his head. "Because my darling, you did what nopony has done in a long time, and that was catch me off guard. As for threatening your friend, I apologized for it and you must do what you must do in the Wastelands." This was an unfortunate turn of events. Not only was he captive of a group that seemed to be less organized than any group he has stumbled upon thus far, but he was also about to be turned into a Trav-kabob.
Crimson looked at Trav for a moment. If he was simply going to avenge his mothers death, then him and trav have something they can relate to. Trav might have lost his mother while Crimson lost the mare he loved. "Let him go. If what he said his mother is true, then let him be on his way. He has unfinished business, and i might be able help to some extent." Crimson said, helping Trav up. "But try not to harm those that are innocent, just remember that." He turned around at Bryz who was lowering her flamethrower. "Don't bother. He's not a problem anymore." he said as he turned around to Trav again. "Can you tell me what their names, if you know them?"
Timestopper was still flying *at this speed, you will reach the group of ponies in 12.5 minutes* "R20, when did you become a GPS" *when you built me master*
"Sorry," was the only thing Trav could think to say to Bryz. He then turned to Crimson. "Not sure of their names. All I know is it was a group of raiders based close to Manehattan. They run raids for two or three weeks then head back to their homestead. I'm trying to find their homestead and wipe them out from the source." Though he was talking to Crimson, Trav kept one eye on Bryz. Partly because he didn't trust her...
"Ah yes, the Manehatten homestead. Yep, i came across them in an attempt to retake the city for the wastelanders. It's something i do called 'Spring Cleaning', an event i do every twenty years to make sure the raider population never outnumbers the civilian population. I came across them and wiped them off the face of the earth, they were awfully armed and protected. One of them made it out alive." he said. "I think just did you a favor.....im sorry if you wanted to take them out."
Timestopper began to fly faster. *coming up on group in 3 minutes your increased speed has subtracted 7 minutes*
"Hello there." Julion said to the client as he walked down a path outlined by Commandos, in a show of force to basically say 'Yes, we are strong, we are effiecent, and we will get the job done', "Glad you could make it out all the way here to discuss a contract with a real force unlike those Talon Company." The Client nodded, "Of course, the Everfree Commandos are deserving of every good contract out in the Wasteland, it is a shame it's just so hard to reach you in your home." He said, voice muffled by the 1-way visibility seeing cloth wrapped around his head to protect his identity, a standard Commando practice for these deals. "Yes, which is usually why we have middle men for such deals, but I decided that with you promising such a big deal, I would give you the opportunity to talk to me face to face." Julion replied, "Come, let's go to my office to discuss the finer points of this contract you are offering us." "Yes, but of course!" The Client replied.
Trav looked down somberly. What was he suppose to do now? He has no other formal training. The only thing he knows how to do is kill. "I...uh...thanks I guess. I would have really liked to take care of them myself, but I'm just happy to know they are dead." He turned away from the group as he wiped away a tear. He never thought about what he was suppose to do once he no longer had revenge on his mind. He turned back to the group of ponies. "Rosenburg, I apologize for attacking you. I have no idea what I am to do with myself now. Do you mind if I join your group? I can offer extra protection and will do anything you ask of me," he sighed as he took a pause and looked towards Bryz, "and I will keep my hooves to myself. So that nopony gets uncomfortable." Trav had no idea if they would allow him to join, or if he would stick with them that long, but it was a start. He needed to rediscover who he is. Who he is meant to be...
Rosenburg regarded the black pegasus for a while. Whether or not he was genuine, it was a start. At least he could put his pride behind him, meaning that he was either genuine case or a gifted deceiver. Either way, they'd need to watch him closely. Still, they needed help, and here was the opportunity. May as well make sure everypony benefited. "I forgive you," he responded with a smile. "I guess it's something that you grow accustomed to here in the wasteland. Still, don't make it a habit." The stallion turned to the other red pony standing next to the assailant-come-companion. "And I'm still willing to trade, but seeing as we're taking ponies on now, we can just skip the trade and welcome you aboard if you want. I can't promise it'll be a camping trip exactly, but we can share resources, get at least partially organised, and plan our next move. We may as well share our burdens and aims seeing as we haven't a real plan, right?" A thud to his left stopped his speech. Rosenburg span around, drawing his energy rifle as he did so and aiming it towards the source of the noise. Too much had jumped out at him recently, and he was lucky that he hadn't wound up dead. He wouldn't be making that mistake again. As he tightened his magic around the trigger and the barrel, a figure straightened itself from its landing. Another pegasus, how novel. Rosenburg sighed but kept the rifle aimed where it was.
"So tell me. What brings you here to the middle of the Everfree? What kinda of contract are you looking at?" Julion asked the Client as they sat down in Julion's office in Fort Commando. "Well...uh, do you have any sort of title here mister Soldier?" The Client asked. "No." Julion replied simply, "And let's skip formalities, we're here to discuss business, no?" "Yes, of course." The Client said slightly unnerved, "Look, the people I represent are willing to put forward a large sum in caps, supplies, and more if you take 50 or so of you-" "Let me stop you right there, I'll have you know a single squad of Commandos is capable of walking straight up to Tenpony and slaughtering everypony inside on a whim. Not like we'll ever do that though, we aren't raiders." "Sorry mister Soldier, I didn't mean any disrespect, but anyways, the contract we seek is for you to remove a town from it's current position, you see, the people I represent see opportunity in the area to develo-" "Then take your business to the Talons. We do not attack innocents." Julion interjected "Well, they aren't exactly innocents. They're savages, barely even pony they are so deranged, they just happen to live in one of the few green spots left in the Wasteland and we'll just like to protect that area and possibly use it to turn a profit." The Client said to Julion quickly. "Hm...Tell you what, make that land Commando land, but you keep 75% of any profit made, we'll do it." The Client nodded, "Thank you, thank you!" Julion simply rolled his eyes, "Just remember, we know where you are from, if you miss payment by even a day, or it turns out you have lied to us to get us to do a bad contract, or a Commando dies a preventable death, we will come after you, swift, and unforgiving, and you will suffer." "Yes, so I've heard." "Good, now leave. I have preparations to be made."
Timestopper landed about 3 yards from the group. Timestopper saw the pony from the Fort "So It wasn't my imagination" *Master one has a flamethrower* "thank you for pointing out the obvious" Timestopper looked at the black Pegasus then to the rest of the group
Timestopper pulled out his sword and readied it. *Master s the pony with the flamethrower is looking at you* "I thought your name was R20 not ms.Obvious"
"Well, hello again." Crimson said to Timestopper. "You should put the sword down, it's not going to help against the flamethrower much and not against me either." he said. Crimson still had a mission to do, he had to go to his hometown of Snowville and then rally the B.O.L to take down Eclipse. His meeting with a group of wastelanders was more of a sidetrack than a chance meeting. "Is there anyway i can communicate via long range. I need to stop a certain group from making another apocalypse." he said.
Timestopper shealthed his sword "the sword wasn't suppose to protect me" Timestopper looked at bryz "R20 do you have any info on these ponies" *No master, all records that I can scan have been destroyed or corrupted*
Tyler went to his new home and started to fill out the paperwork for the new house and job. Once Tyler did that he realized that he needed Time to sign it so Tyler left it on the table inside and he went outside to get some fresh air. Tyler knew something was troubling him so he thought for a minute and decided to go back to his vault. Tyler walked out of the gate and was suprised the guard didnt stop him but anyway he walked for miles until he got back to his home. When Tyler got into his vault he saw not too far away.... (somepony give me something like a group of commandos or something)
Trav kept an eye on the new arrival as he slowly backed up and grabbed his daggers. With incredible speed he moved to stand next to Bryz, who was already lowering her flamethrower. "So I take it you know each other?," it was more of a statement rather than a question. Just because Crimson knows this newcomer doesn't mean he is any less dangerous. Actually, the fact that Crimson does know him makes it all that more suspicious. He seems to have a habit of running into the less savoury of the Wastelands.
