Time: Just after Sunrise. Location: Soggy Cave. POV: Urara...

I don't know how long I slept for, but I knew that when I awoke, the rain had stopped, the sun was rising over the horizon and I saw that most of my soaked clothes, aside from my Panties, were laid to dry on a flat rock. My eyes widened as I pulled off what I was wearing, fearing the worst... Only to find that while I was rather damp, it was because of the rain, and not... The other thing. I breathed a sigh of relief, before noticing that what I'd been using as a blanket, was the cloak from that Human who tried not to show himself as a threat.

'Wonder where he is?' I asked myself as I stood up, making my way towards where my clothes were placed. The Hood and Vest were still dry, mostly thanks to the fact that they were water repellent, while my Dress, while slightly damp, was still dry enough to wear. I groaned when I realized that my Neck Sock wasn't as stretchy as it was before, but slipped it on anyway. I then grabbed the backpack and slipped it on, followed by my Medi-Guns and the Sword I'd bought. I was about to look for my Hand Cannon when I brushed my hip and realized it was still strapped to my leg. I breathed a sigh of relief, before spotting a plate sitting on the rock, having somehow missed it in my search. There was a note propped up next to it as well, one that I picked up to read.

*Hey, figured you might awaken after I awoke, so I left this Sandvich here for you. Hope it'll fill you up nicely until I'm done with what I need to do!

-Victor.*

I blinked, filing away the fact that the person who'd saved my life was named Victor, before picking up the 'Sandvich' and taking a sniff. I caught the scent of ham, lettuce, tomato, cheese and what seemed to be butter along with a strong whiff of Wholemeal bread. I then felt my stomach gurgle painfully, reminding me that I hadn't eaten for quite a while now, and the 'Sandvich' was smelling rather appetizing right now.

"Ach, Screw zis." I grumbled, before taking a large bite out of the Sandvich...

Location: Deeper into the Soggy Cave. POV: Victor...

"Hm... That oughta do it!" I muttered as I dusted the chalk off my hands. I'd found another chapter once I got out of my meditative state that showed how a fresh Displaced with little knowledge of the void can create tokens via a chalk circle and a weapon or item from a user. That would mean I can allow myself to be summoned to another world via whatever person needed me the most. The book had stated that I could also try the less complex way of creating a Token by ripping a hole in the void, but that meant that anyone could summon me, including villains and arseholes who just want to use people like me as a weapon or a toy, and I didn't want that! The method I was about to use would allow people of Chaotic Neutral or higher alignment to summon me, while if it fell into the hands of a truly evil being, would cause the Catalyst to explode in their hands if they attempt to summon me with malicious intent on me... Well, it would also explode if any person person wishing physical or mental harm on the summoned being attempts to summon me.

I was shaken out of my thoughts by a loud feminine moan of what sounded like orgasmic pleasure from the cave entrance. "Huh, guess she's awake." I mused, before grinning. "Good." I nodded, before focusing on the seal I was working on.

I slammed my hands down on the edge of the Chalk circle and channeled the void power through the runes, the circle lighting up with a white flash followed by a tear(1) opening into a swirling void of blue, black and white, then drew my greatsword War and planted it handle first in-front of me, charging my energy as I chanted what would be my summoning call. "I am Victor, Warrior of Balance and Mystic of the void. Call my name for a noble cause, and I will heed to the call... Or if you need company or a guy to talk to, I'm your man." I rasped out, my voice sounding like the Specter voices from Specters of the Rail, before casting my blade within the created portal. I watched as it hovered in place for a full minute, several copies splitting off it and disappearing into the void, before it drifted out into my hand, the ritual complete. "Well, that was... Interesting." I muttered, before the sound of a foot stepping on soggy cave moss made me turn around, my eyes falling on the little she-wolf from earlier entering the cave I was in.

I blinked for a second, before a look of relief spread across my face. "Ah, you're awake! Good to know!" I grinned, feeling even more relieved on the inside due to the fact that I wouldn't be burying her anytime soon. "Ja, I thunk you for your hospitality. It vas... Nice to know zat you did nott take advantage of me ven I vas asleep."

"Yeah, well, I'm not that kind of guy to rape a little girl... Or anyone of any gender or age for that matter. I’m straight, before you ask." I sighed, wondering what world did she come from. "I'm guessing you're wondering where or what you are right now, right?" I asked her. The Little wolf rose an eyebrow, yet managed to keep a level tone. "Vat do you mean? I know vat I am!"

"I mean if you know what exactly you are, what you've become?" I pointed out. At her raised eyebrow, I continued. "Well, at the moment, you're like me, a Dimensionally Misplaced Person, or a 'Displaced' for short. Like you, I've been plucked from my world, and sent to another that's alien to me... Also, can I ask you a question?" I added, actually curious. "Vat is it?" She asked. "What race or species were you before you got here?"

"I vas, and still am, a Belzewolf Kemono... Und possibly sie last of mien Species' Generation." She sighed, averting eye contact. I cocked a brow, but chose not to delve deeper for fear of bringing up bad memories from her. "Alright, well, I was once a Human being, Homo-Sapiens-sapiens if you wanna be fancy, but now I'm some sort of Augmented Human/Tenno Hybrid." I shrugged, before continuing. "But that's neither here nor there, anyway, as a Displaced, we'd normally gain superpowers depending on who or what we're Displaced as, such as if I cosplayed as Oberon, which I did, I'd become either an Oberon or the Oberon. Speaking of which, were you cosplaying as anything?" I asked. My Wolf-no, my Kemono companion merely shook her head in response. "Nien, I don't like Cozplaying, and I do not vant to look anymore like a child zan what many expect of me from firzt appearanze."

"Okay~ So you're not one for dressing up, M'kay. Right, getting back to the point." I said, trying to steer the conversation from dangerous waters as I realized she was older than she looked. "Thing is, since there's more than One Displaced Person out there, there are means of travelling through the Void itself, mostly through items... Known as Tokens." I pulled my War greatsword off my back and put it down Blade-first. "For example, I used my sword, War, as a Token, so if someone were to use one of it's counterparts in the vast multiverse, then I'd have to heed the user's call... Also, it could still be used as a weapon if I've already been summoned by somebody. However, Tokens can be any item you feel best represents you. I think some have gone as far as to use a small rock as a Token, but I could be mistaken."

The little wolf seemed to be deep in thought as she glanced at what she had, before reaching for the Young Wolf's Howl sword on her back. "So you wish to make a Token?" I asked her. The she-wolf nodded, before holding the blade out to me. "Whoa there, you can't just let somebody else make the Token for you, you have to do it yourself, or the Token would call me instead. Then again, I can help with the void portal..." I glanced to where the mark was still there. "I'll open another one for ya, you just have to decide what your 'Summoning message' should be." I grinned, slamming my hands and reactivating the circle with a flash of light. "Alright, you're clear Ma'am!"

The little wolf cleared her throat, before she started speaking. "To those of you who need a healer, or a warrior of the gun and Blade, I am- as she was about to say her name, a flux of energy within the void suddenly went off, deafening me and preventing me from hearing her exact name, but I could tell it started with a 'U'(2). Shaking the cobwebs out of my head, I groaned as I looked up in time to see the little wolf cast her blade into the void. A minute passed and her sword drifted back towards her, hilt first. She grabbed it with a confused look, almost like she was expecting the sword to not return to her.

"Uh, miss?" I asked the little she-wolf, the girl blinking and turning to me. "Ja? Vat is it?" I cleared my throat, before gathering up what I wanted to say. "Right, if we're sticking together, we'd need to know each other's names. I'll start." I cracked my neck and let out a sigh, before continuing. "My Name is Victor, Victor John Lazarus." I said, holding out a hand.

The little wolf seemed to contemplate what I said, before nodding and shaking it. "Victor, zat's sie old language for 'Conquerer', is it not?" she asked me. I nodded. "Yeah, well, I did survive a premature birth, and grew up fairly normal, so I guess that's why." I shrugged, "but that's neither here nor there, still haven't gotten your name ye-" I was cut off by the little wolf. "It's Urara." she said, looking away.

I froze at the name, not noticing Urara walk out of the cave, before I finally found my voice. "Oh, bloody hell." I muttered. I was likely stuck with a Bad-tempered little wolf-girl for the rest of my travels... This was so not good.

Location: Maretropolis. POV: Foxie…

I sighed as I made my way down the Maretropolis street, trying not to think about the rather hard verbal thrashing Frederick had given me for almost getting arrested by the coppers. Franny waking up and realizing what I'd gone through didn't help matters. I still don't understand why she keeps feeling the need to hit me!?

If you're wondering why I'm not being looked over twice, it's thanks to the fact that I was currently disguised as a species of native sentient known as a Diamond Dog... Or at least, a sub-species known as a Diamond Fox, whom are known for their slender body designs, long legs and a somewhat nicer attitude than a Diamond Dog. Unfortunately, they had a bad rep of being thieves and swindlers, some of the more racist ideals being to 'Never Trust a Diamond Fox.' Never says why though.

'Ah hope they at least get a bettah publik apperance aftah what ah did.' I muttered under my breath, since even though I was being chased by the coppers, I did see the girl I'd saved yelling at the cop for trying to get me arrested after I saved her chastity from those crooked bums. Then again, whenever I passed anyone in the street, they keep making snappy remarks at me, mostly calling me 'Sly Bitch', 'Fox Whore' and 'Inbred degenerate' behind my back, not that it did them any good, since I could hear them clear as day thanks to my sharp hearing.

I was shaken from my brooding when I bumped into somebody, a girl, judging by the feminine yelp when I did. I backed up a few steps, taking a better look at the the girl I'd bumped into, whom was rubbing the base of her tail where she'd sat on in a painful manner.

I took note that she was around sixteen years old, with deep purple, almost violet curly hair that curled to her left side, just over her horn, along with a tail that had a similar design. She had a pure white body, much like my little sister Maggie, minus the pink colouration my sis had, with a delicate curve here and there, as well as perky D-cup breasts and a cute little short muzzle. Taking note of her dress, I took note that it was similar to a 'Sailor Fuku' attire, the light purple pleated skirt barely skimming the knee and having a gold-coloured band around the hem. The shirt was rather modest, not even exposing her midriff, though I took note of a pattern that seemed to be an after-market addition, likely by the girl herself, that being three diamond shapes, each coloured a teal blue against the white of her shirt.

The girl shook her head, seemingly trying to snap out of a daze she was in, before she looked up at me. "Terribly sorry, miss, I wasn't looking where I was going, been a little... Distracted as of late." she said, my CASIE Social Enhancer(3) picking up that she was being completely honest. "Oh, I'm sorry for bumping into you, my name is Rarity, Rarity Belle, and you are...?"

"It's noh problem, missus Rarity, ma name is Foxie, Foxie Fahzbear." I said to the young girl as I helped her to her feet. "Huh, I was told that Diamond Foxes were uncouth savages, but you seem rather polite." she said, causing my eyelid to twitch in annoyance and almost causing me to miss the "No Offense." from Rarity.

"It's... Fine missus Rarity, it's just that ever since ah've entered this 'ere city, Ah've been 'Arrassed just fer bein' a Diamond Fox. Yer probablih the first person ta treat meh liak a sentient being rather than a walkin' Spatoon." I grumbled. Rarity grimaced at what I said, "Ugh, that's pretty terrible darling!" I blushed at what she said. 'Darling!?' I mentally squawked, but Rarity suddenly realized she had other problems... Such as the bell in the distance

"Oh No, I'm late! I have to go! See you later miss Foxie!" Rarity gasped, before jogging off. I watched her go, then sighed. "At least she was nich tah meh." I muttered, before walking off to the Immigration building to register myself as my current disguised form to get a chance of having a job.

Now, I just have to remember why the girl named 'Rarity Belle' looked so familiar to me...
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Location: Soggy Cave Entrance. POV: Third Person...

Once Victor had recovered from his Heroic BSOD, the Oberon and his new companion now stood outside the cavern. "Got everything?" he asked his little friend. She merely nodded in response. "Ja. Zen again, all I had vas sie clothes on mien back and those itemz I bought from zat swinehund ven I got here." she sighed.

A *-Blup-Chik!-* caught their attention. "Eh?" Victor blinked, before holding out his hand to call up his Menu. "Vat is it?" Urara asked him. Victor stared a little longer, before sighing, his head moving in a way that implied he was rolling his eyes. "TF2 'Logic' at it's finest." he muttered. "Vat do you..." Urara was about to ask, before blinking as she remembered something. "Ach, let me guess, Sandvich respawned?"

"Got that in one." Victor nodded, before digging through his carrier bag and pulling it out. "You want it?" he asked. "Nien, you eat it." she sighed. "M'Kay." he muttered, tucking his helmet under his left arm as he glanced around. "So... Where do you think we should go?" the Oberon asked his companion. "I do nott know, but I zink it should be zat-avay." she said, pointing over her shoulder. "Alright then. Let's go." Victor sighed, before biting into the Sandvich. "Hm... Good Stuff! Anything you can think of doing?"

"How about becoming Merzenaries, or at least, bounty 'unters?" Urara muttered. "That's an Idea. Bounty Hunting is a better idea though, Means we'd still have some form of loyalty from that damnable Geneva Convention or whatever berks work here... Damn Hypocrites they are." Victor muttered as he took a bigger bite into his Sandvich.

A growl then caught their attention. "Look alive, we've got company." Victor growled as he put away his Sandvich, shoved his helmet back on, and pulled the Queenbreaker's Bow off his back, Urara doing the same with Young Wolf's Howl.

For a few Minutes, there was nothing, then the Manticore suddenly tore through the trees and charged straight for them! Victor bullet jumped away, avoiding the beast, while Urara suddenly vanished, the Manticore looking at it's paw in confusion after trying to swipe at her afterimage. Then Urara suddenly sliced that same paw clean off, causing the Manticore to roar in pain before it was silenced by a charged shot from Queenbreaker's Bow ripping through it's head!

The Manticore flopped over lifeless, with Urara and Victor walking up to it's corpse. "Vhat is that thung?" Urara asked her much taller companion as she poked it with Young Wolf's Howl. "A Manticore. Body of a Lion, wings of a bat and the tail of a Scorpion. And a Hundred percent really annoying." Victor grumbled, before chopping the tail off... Only for a glowing item to fall from it. "Okay, I was intending to harvest the venom, but that works too." The Cybernetic Oberon said as he picked up the object. "Vhat vas that you picked up?"

"A Blueprint, seems to be one for an... Orokin power cell!?" Urara blinked at Victor's loud Squee and dance. However, a snarl pulled him out of his Victory party. Turning around, a bunch of wolves that looked to be made of wood came snarling out from the trees.

"Dammit, why are we dealing with so many monsters all of a sudden!? What, are we supposed to Level Grind?" Victor snarked as the Wooden Wolves started prowling around them, before he held up The Queenbreaker's Bow and blasted an oncoming wooden wolf to kindling.

Urara pulled her Thorn Hand Cannon off her Thigh, flashing her panties and making Victor turn red under his helmet, and started shooting at the wolves... Or at least, she tried to. The first shot made her smack her forehead, earning a yelp of pain as she grabbed her forehead, tears coming to her eyes from the hit and making her unable to see the charging Alpha!

However, Victor did, throwing War with enough force to shatter the wolf from the impact! Slapping the Battery into Queenbreaker, he then slammed a foot down, a six metre field of red energy spreading across from where he was facing. One of the wolves dashed right at him, only to be set ablaze from the Hallowed Ground igniting the wood that made it up.

After that, it was easy pickings, Victor spamming Smites and Hallowed Grounds to deal with the wolves, and Renewals to heal and buff them both. Urara just leapt around and slashed at them with her Young Wolf's Howl, ignoring the use of her Thorn Hand Cannon to prevent another headache. Half an Hour later, there was a lot of kindling, several Blueprints that only Victor knew how to use and two tired wannabe Bounty Hunters.

"Is... That all?" Victor asked wearily. Urara poked her head over his shoulder and her eyes widened. "Don't tell me, Cockatrices?" Victor groaned. "Is zat vhat you call zhose chicken headed Lizard things?" Urara asked, Victor nodding. "Beware their gazes, it can turn you to stone with direct contact!" He shouted, before throwing a Smite at one of them!

"Dammit, where the bloody hell is a Heroic Solar Goddess when you need her!?" Victor roared in anger as he blew the brains of a Cockatrice all over the forest floor with Ace of Spades and Urara burned another one alive with a stab from Young Wolf's Howl!

Meanwhile, in Canterlot... Twenty-eight Kilometres away from the forest.

Princess Celestia was enjoying a rather nice cup of Neighponese tea when she suddenly, and violently sneezed. "Ugh, either I'm coming down with something, or somebody's talking about me." she sighed, wiping her nose with a hanky she'd pulled from her rather impressive DD sized breasts. A Scroll appearing in front of her via a flash of Green Dragonfire made her grab it, unroll it and quickly shift through it, her brow twitching slightly and her horn sparking a bit in frustration. "Ugh, Sometimes, I wonder if Twilight will ever find a Boyfriend at this rate, with how she focuses on her studies? I mean, seriously, a catalogued list of her previous letters?" The solar goddess sighed, lowering her letter as she looked up at the morning sky. "I wish Luna were here. Subtle she may not be, but at least she was good at making people focus on other things."

That was when the sound of a teleport spell made her stand up, her rather supple rear jiggling slightly, causing her to grimace, she needed to cut down on the cakes! It's a wonder she still had a curvy figure and wasn't pudgy! The teleporter turned out to be her Nephew, Prince Blueblood the IVth, who was looking rather panicked about something. "Ah, Blueblood, what ails you today?" she asked.

"SAXTON BAAAALE!!!!" A rather loud, Testosterone-laden yell echoed from the Courtyard, being swiftly followed by the angry snarls of a pair of Tasmanian Tigers, several panicking guards and the greenskeeper swearing up a storm, answering Celestia's question before Blueblood could even speak. She sighed. "Let me guess, one of the rookie guards showed a pair of rare animals from Minostrallia that you were hoping to breed so as to deal with their dwindling numbers to the Minotaur Ambassador of Minostrallia, right?" At Blueblood's resigned nod, Celestia sighed in annoyance. "Hopefully, we're not the only ones having a bad day today."

Back with Urara the Belzewolf Doctor and her Amazing Cybernetic Tenno...

Victor had just finished counting up the blueprints he'd picked up from both his and Urara's recent skirmish with the Cockatrices when both of them sneezed...

...Loudly enough to attract a bored Hydra.

"Aw C'mon, a HYDRA!? We're never going to become Bounty Hunters at this Rate!!" Victor roared in anger as he charged at the monstrous four necked creature with War in hand, Urara not far behind with her Kralle, healing the enraged cybernetic Tenno.

Timeskip... Two days later... POV: Victor.

I sighed as I sat down on a bale of hay, having managed to hitch a ride on a Cargo train after we’d encountered some train tracks and luckily enough, said Cargo Train stopped at a junction. It was a simple matter of getting on as it was picking up speed.

“Well, at least this is a good start.” I sighed, looking at Urara, who’d dozed off on a Hay Bale. She looked so cute like this... Fitting considering her name meant ‘Beautiful’ or ‘Serene’ in Japanese.

I smiled, before looking at the blueprints I’d picked up, looking over the ones for the Orokin Power Cell. From the looks of it, I required Alloy Plate, which might be a problem, since I would need to figure out what would be a decent alloy, Aluminium being a decent start, Nano Spore, which was a little harder, since I may not be able to get a decent substitute and Salvage, which I can get from junkyards no problem. The hard part is figuring out how I can make it. I had no foundry to 3D Forge it.

“Great.” I groan as I put it aside in my bag. I wondered if I could download the data, make it so I could store it to remember? I shrugged. Leave it for later.

I sat back as I chewed on my Cookies and Cream bar, intending to leave half for Urara. Hope she doesn’t mind White ‘Chocolate’... Actually, Hope she can stomach it, I didn’t know if she was able to eat it to begin with.

I finished my candy, putting the Half-Eaten Bar away and lying back, idly setting my Radar to alert me if the train stopped or if hostiles approached. A transhuman I may be, but I still needed rest! I knew Blackjack went Doolalee after a full body cybridization made her not require sleep!

I laid down next to my little friend, lying on a hay bale next to hers. She was snoozing peacefully, making me smile at her delicate face curled in a smile. I smelt her head fur, noting she had a lovely scent.

I don’t know how much time passed, but when I awoke, the train had stopped. I looked out to see that we were in the middle of a desert, a US like one if the Cacti meant anything, and it was nightfall. I pulled out Ace of Spades, cocking the hammer as I gently shook Urara awake, who murmured cutely. “Vhat is it?” She asked, noticing how tense I was.

“Keep your guard up, I think we have hostile company.” I told her, making her pull out Thorn reflexively. “Got et.” she muttered, her voice low as I grabbed my bag and strained my ears. “Two Foes. Armed vith crude rudimentary pistols, I can tell from zheir stiff mechanisms. Zey have hostages, und are in sie next carriage.” she whispered to me. “Zheir colleagues are in sie next car aftet, und Two more are in sie train engine itself, vith sie driver. I zink zey plan on having ‘Fun’ vith her.” she growled.

I made note of how my hearing was low level compared to Urara’s, before deciding to focus. I carefully searched for the mental switch, before activating my glass shield cloak, having discovered that trick a day ago as I sneaked into the next car via an open window.

The two criminals were standing over the tied up civilians, making me note that the natives were anthro, the armed ones being an Earth Stallion and a Unicorn mare, while the hostages were comprised of mostly Equines, but I took note of a family of Gryphons, if I got how they were protecting a trio of younglings, a pair of Diamond Dogs, who looked far less gorilla-like compared to Canon Rover’s little posse, and to my surprise, a Cathay Khajiit female decked in ESO gear, comprised of a Skinchanger Ruby Leather Helm, a Mazzatun Ancestor Silk shirt, a pair of Rubinite Nord Gauntlets and Rubinite Altmer boots, but no pants. She was growling angrily as I carefully sneaked up behind the two crooks.

“Heh, for a train carryin’ the Rich, as well as Valuable Cargo, it sure was poorly defended.” the Mare Chuckled as she juggled a dagger in hand, which was a Ra-ga dagger and clearly not her’s.

“Yeah. Say, the cat is kinda cute… Doubt the boss would mind if I had a go with her~?” the stallion asked, playing with what used to be a pair of Bosmer Ancestor Silk Leggings, clearly belonging to the Khajiit as the feline let out a nervous mew.

“Feh, I don’t care, so long as I join in~” the Mare grinned as she stepped up to move on the now terrified Khajiit.

Hearing enough, I stood up and decloaked, before gripping the mare on the shoulder, decking her in the face. The stallion cocked back a fist, intent on hitting me, but I quickly pulled the Mare in the path of his punch, knocking her out and I quickly lunged at the Stallion as he was processing what he had just done, slugging him in the face and knocking him unconscious. Dusting off my hands, I looked to the civilians. “Stay low, keep quiet. I can’t free you until my partner and I take down the rest.” I told them.

“Wait. This one can help.” The Khajiit said, making me look at her. I quirked a brow at her. “Do you have a weapon, or any combat or Stealth training?” I asked her.

“This one is a Nightblade. She can assist.” she told me. I noticed she was trying to cut herself free, but with how she was tied, was more than likely to cut herself.

“Alright, but you try intentionally harming me, and I’ll kill you.” I told her. She sighed, before nodding, as I extended my armblade with a thought and cut her free, the other civilians gasping at the sight of the blade in use. “Hmm, that is useful. Think you can get This One a similar arm?” The Khajiit asked me.

“I doubt I can, not as I am now.” I told her. “I would need a company to replicate it, and even then, it would have to be a company I can trust. May I know your name?” I asked her.

“Willow, Willow Reddawn.” she told me, making me blink. ‘Willow Reddawn’ was my ESO Handle. Now that I thought about it, she kinda looked so much like my preferred kitty Nightblade that it was creepy, especially with those Blue eyes and blond hair. “O…Okay? Well then, ‘Willow’, my name is Victor, Victor John Lazarus, whatcha doing here?” I asked.

“Was Lost and passing through. Managed to buy a ticket to ride to the next city.” Willow told me as she took her dagger back, as well as a Trinimac Sword that she retrieved from the Bandits, sheathing it. “I don’t desire to stay, but I am willing to help.”

“Good. We better work fast, they may have heard.” I told her. Willow nodded, before we sneaked further up. I kept my guns low, preferring not to make too much noise.

As we sneaked to the next Car, I noticed Willow had frozen, her ears folding. I strained my own to hear the sound of the bandits raiding the train, making me snarl quietly as Willow disappeared in a puff of smoke, though I could make out a ripple in the air as she sneaked in. Finding that mental Switch, I activated Cloak again, following Willow.

I found Willow easily dealing with the Bandits, mostly by sneaking up, stabbing them and dragging them out of sight, making me grin as I took note of the interior, which made me realize why they attacked the train. The carriage was loaded to the brim with stacks of glowing crystals, pallets of Black metal ingots, ornate swords and engraved new-model guns (for Equestria) like the M1 Garand and Gweher 43… The Bandits would have been set for years if they got to sell it, and near unstoppable with their stolen weapons!

A Feminine Cry of Pain from the Engine snapped me out of my thoughts, making me disable Cloak and barge past a surprised Bandit, slamming through the carriage door to set eyes upon a sight that made my blood freeze for a moment. Urara was pinned to the floor, Thorn out of her reach, with one of the bandits Dead, and the other holding her down and ripping her clothes off!

The sight made my vision Bleed red. “GET OFF HER!” I roared, as my arm panels snapped open, the parts shifting as a blue glow filled my vision and a whining sound filled my ears, the Bandit looking up at my shout.

*VzzzZZZ-BAM!*

The bandit was thrown off Urara, slamming into the steel wall of the locomotive and hearing him gag, then gurgle as he slumped. I blinked and looked down at my right arm, seeing the panels had opened up, my hand having clenched into a fist, detached and tucked itself under my forearm, which revealed an advanced looking blaster, steam emitting off It's glowing barrel and armatures as it cooled down.

I recognized it for what it was, a PEPS Cannon Augmentation, designed to non-lethally takedown my foes. “Shite, Darvo, you gave me a lot of firepower.” I muttered, before checking the pulse of the bandit… Only to find none. “Oh, Fuckberries.” I grimaced as Willow rushed in.

“What happened!?” she asked, covered in Blood. I gave her a look, before inhaling and exhaling, calming myself down. “Bandit snuck up on Urara, managed to surprise her, wanted to rape her… And I just acted, blasted him with, well, This.” I said, waving a hand at my PEPS Cannon.

Willow stared wide-eyed at it, gently grasping my muscle bundles and making me grimace, realizing that the Muscle Bundles were extra sensitive. “By the Nine, Dwemer never had technology this advanced, and on the level that could resemble a limb of Man, Mer and Besmer alike, while packing such Power.” she mewled, looking like she was wetting herself with arousal.

I felt a soft hand touch my shoulder, making me look to see Urara looking at me, her mismatched eyes filled with Concern. “Victor, are you hurting?” she asked me.

I sighed, gently touching her paw. “I should be asking you that, you almost got raped.” I told her. She gave me a look and swatted my chest.

“Nott remotely vut I meant!” she growled, as I Rubbed my chest. “You locked up after you checked for a pulse! You are in shock!” she snarled, though it sounded like a whine.

I blinked at what she said, before remembering that Urara had witnessed her family dying before her eyes, Most at the hands of a Jerkass Demon, the last in her arms with her likely learning the spell that would have saved her After opening the chest, and had to make her first kill at the tender age of either Ten or Eleven. There was No One who knew better than she did, aside from Willow, and she didn't notice, as she was still squeeing over my arm. I sighed, before hugging her.

“Urara, It's okay.” I said. “Better it happened now than later.” I sighed, hugging her. She meeped in a cute fashion, making me force out a chuckle. “Besides, We still need to get to our stop.” I added. “Gotta get the Train up and running again, maybe find a place to cash these turds in.” I tapped the deceased Bandit with my foot.

“Vell, at least Ve got an early start.” Urara chuckled, though it sounded bitter to my ears.

Location... Maretropolis. POV: Chico.

I watched from the roof of the building my family had arrived on, scanning the city below in a very batman-esque manner, my rifle on my back, armed and Ready.

I knew I was not exactly a ‘hero’, more a Vigilante, but considering that This section of the city was heavily riddled with criminal activity, I felt the need to Do somethingother than ignore the Problem.

As I kept vigil, I heard the shattering of glass, making me jerk my head towards the sound, seeing a rather scraggly looking Unicorn racing out of a store with a large sports bag under his Arm.

I grinned, before firing my grappling line to a nearby building and took a leap, winching my grappling line in as I swung. I did not want to repeat the first time I tried that trick Without winching in the grappling line! So embarrassing that was.

Shaking myself out of silly Accidents, I gave chase, trying to catch up to him. “Halt!” I barked out, reaching for Maggie, my Gunstock weapon. “Or I will be forced to use force!”

“FUCK OFF, FREAK!” He yelled out to me as he pulled a firearm out. I balked and Barely avoided his bad shooting, One of the rounds grazing my arm! “Fuck!” I hissed, shooting back at him.

He dodge pretty well for the first few shots till I nicked his ankle and he toppled like a sack of potato. “Fucker!” he snarled slowly getting up and running on his bad leg. He rushed through the night crowds, jumping over the carriages and trying to get away.

“Hey Jackass! I have wings!” I pointed out as I rushed after him, though I was kinda bluffing. I was using my back repulsors to keep myself in flight, but unlike wings, more maintains a degree of Gliding. Of course, I was projecting fake wings So I would resemble a Gryphon, So it worked for my act.

“FUCK OFF!” he yelled as I passed a few women with some really stylish hair and the guy ended up in an empty side of the crowds. “Gotcha, stringbean!” I yelled. “Drop your packages, and your gun, now!”

He snarled at me before lifting a car with magic and tossing it at me. “CATCH THIS, FLAPPY BIRD!” he yelled. It barely missed me, but was heading for the pony with the stylish hair!

“Oh for fuck’ sake!” I yelled as the Girl screamed, before I managed to get ahead of the Carriage and catch it, stopping it before impact!*“Nice Hair, ma’am.” I said, my arms creaking as I held the telekinetically thrown carriage above my head.

“Oh, t-thank you.” she said as I hefted the empty vehicle up and aimed for the Unicorn, throwing the carriage at the Crook as he watched in shocked awe. He was swiftly flattened under the carriage.

“He’ll Live.” I said, firing my grappling line and launching myself skyward. “Better call the cops, ma’am!” I called to her.

“I will, sir, but who are you!” She call out.

“Just call me Longshot.” I told her, before I got out of range, barely avoiding a grey coloured pegasus mare with blond hair and oddly quirked eyes.

It didn't take me long to get home, though I was never more thankful for my ability to Cloak. I bumped into Franny on the way in. “Oh, hey sis.” I said. “How was your Patrol?”

“Had gotten a guy trying to pinch a carriage. Expensive one too. I’m glad we’re keeping our younger siblings out of this. I almost got shot.” She told me.

“Yeah. Foxy?” I asked as she walked in. “How did things go?”

“Fine. Bank robbary, gave those rather Well armed thugs a good kickin’, but had ta dash since they weren’t exactly quiet with them fancy guns.” She said. “Coppers nearly got meh, but ah was able to give em’ the slip.”

“Damn it, Foxy.” I groaned. She never would know subtle if it attempted to violate her.

“If the heat from the cops get too heated, we may have lay low!” Franny scolded her. “We can’t risk going to jail!”

“Sorry.” Foxy whined. I always noted Foxy hated being yelled at.

“Look, just, be more subtle next time, or I’m pulling you till you can be.” My ursan sister sighed, making Foxy whimper.

“Hey, done with Patrol. Wassup?” Bonnie said, walking in with a grunt.

“Foxy almost got us in caught, or at least herself caught by the cops.” Franny groaned. “Chico how was yours?”

“Caught some guy raiding a shop, though I barely avoided getting shot. He nearly crushed a civilian with a carriage had I not stopped him and thrown it back at him.” I told them. “He's probably going to be picking Wood chips from his Head.”

“Did the cops get near you?” She asked me.

“Nah.” I said. “Had to Tell the Civilian to call them and left before they could arrive.” I said. “Bonnie, how did yours go?”

“Good, I got to kick the ass of an attempted rapist.” he told us.

“Ah.” I said as Foxy growled, though there was a flicker of fear in her eyes. “Punished?”

“Strung him up by his testicles.” Bonnie huffed. “His Female helper, is currently stripped and hanging out of a trash can with her ass in the air.”

“Good.” Franny growled. “Women like those give the good ones a bad name.”

“Yeah. Same with lads like him.” Bonnie huffed. "Well, we better get to bed. At least make sure we don't make Maggie and Fredrick panic."

We mutally agreed. Those two were quite the worrywarts when it came to the safety of our family.

Author's Note

(1) Think of the Stable Tears from Bioshock Infinite, only that they open to the void.

(2) Urara's full Displacement Speech is: "To those of you who need a Healer, or a Warrior of the Gun and Blade, I am Urara Belzewolf. If you worship Evil's Might, beware my Power, or it'd be your Last."

(3) The CASIE Social Enhancer is an Upgrade in Deus Ex Human Revolution, though in this case, is more an Upgrade added by the Fazcrew's 'Father' to better understand emotions and how to convey them as well.