Hello,my name is Cold Case,most simply call me the Inspector,due to me being the only one to hold the position,contrary to name my greatest ability is I am able to solve any crime.
I am an ‘Hybrid’ a term used to refer to the offspring of a pony and Arcnans(Intelligent pony like animals,dogs,cats etc the size of a pony)Advantages of this is the possession of fingers and thumbs. The disadvantage of this being a social outcast for a large portion of my childhood,due to my appearance and physical differences. I’m not complaining though.
I have a ,currant I think that old mare said, red coat with tawny brown hair. My cutie mark is a silver magnifying glass crossed with a silver plated pistol, I won’t bore you with the story of how I got it I never found them that important. I am 27 years old I have worked as an Inspector for 10 years with 2 years of apprenticeship.And currently I am trapped In a metal fridge stuck like a statue.

That soon changed however as suddenly I began to regain consciousness and movement and I instantly heard klaxon alarms blaring and the monotone female voice saying that the cryogenic array was offline only after the third time it became warbled and shut off. I began banging on the glass trying to force the door open,it then opened of it's volition and I fell flat on my face. I began hacking and coughing gulping down air as if I had been drowning for hours yet wouldn’t die.I looked up and went still, the room was in ruins many of the machines covered in rust and decay with few still flickering and sparking, skeletons in stained white coats lay draped everywhere and as I stood I noticed a skeleton with a very familiar jacket. Clear Sight his bones bleached and broken, laying next to ,who I presumed was Doctor Paranstien his skull caved in from a piece of rebar, good riddance. The south western side of the dome ceiling had caved in appearing like a snakes eye, concrete chunks and rebar fraying the edge. Puddles of stagnant rain water mixed with old blood turning it an horrible brownish red, the floor was shattered and rusted twisting near the breach like an dying animal.

I began to walk towards the door when I noticed empty bullet casings and spark batteries littering the floor, as I continued,careful not to trip, I found a small pack of bullets,I didn't know what type, as I searched the bag I found a name for them “.425 Rosavelt special” rounds. Of which I had ne’er heard of. I pocketed then nonetheless, I had memorized the route to the lab so I wouldn't have any trouble getting to th-Oof. I had tripped on something and fallen flat on my face rubbing my nose I looked back to see what I had fallen over.I saw a body still relatively fresh with a bullet hole just left of where her kidneys would be. She was dressed in a bluish grey uniform with grey trimmings. She had a cream coat and electric blue hair with royal blue streaks. At her hoofs lay a lever-action rifle, the barrel blued and tipped in a brass cap,rectangular and going the length of the barrel to the body under the fore-grip. The main body for the firing mechanism was polished copper, but which had oxidised with age. The stock of the rifle was a deep soot coloured wood with linings of brass and with leather rest.
The trap door was blue steel with the trigger and guard matching. It chambered 44.(That's all that was around her) and had 7 bullets loaded with 14 spare.

I left her there her rifle pressed against my back. I had left her in her uniform,as a sign of respect,and because I much preferred my inspector jacket with its pecan brown colour with Hickory highlights. I had noticed after taking the rifle that during my unconsciousness that my service revolver had been taken, granted not really something to be mad about but it was...an inconvenience. I was just about to reach the door when I noticed a small glow from a desk lamp below it on a ruined birch desk was a paper folding-map and a small red box with a grey tree and a large orange “44.” across the front, I made my way over to the desk and pocketed the rounds and inspected the map sitting down in a nearby chair with my legs crossed and just as I did so, a robot began to roll by I peeked over the top of the map and it began to turn towards me. But I resumed my inspection and it gradually rolled away, after it had left I stared at where it had left from incredulous, not wanting to tempt fate any longer though I raced to the door and flung it wide open.

It was mid morning with mildew still draping the sickly grass like veils, the sun just creasing over the most easterly island. A light glow staying in certain corners of the lawn,crumbled houses stood like charred corpses. I stood surveying when my eyes finally turned to my left and I jumped into the air, next to me was an charred corpse with skin torn and frayed but a light brown, he wore the same uniform as the unicorn mare from inside but with thick oxidised copper plates on the breast and back. He had multiple bullet marks on his clothes but no actual entrance wounds, he lay however as dead as a coffin nail. Sat beside him was
a large chambered revolver with a long, square, barrel and a black and white patterned grip and blue steel metal. It said on the left side, “.425 Rosavelt special” with various serial numbers. It looked newly made. I opened the chamber and slotted the rounds into the cylinder, they fitted seamlessly, I loaded eight of the large rounds into the revolver. After looting his ammo from him I then noticed a large bulky box on the stallions left foreleg, I undid the clasp on it and affixed it onto my left arm, I noticed there were buttons on it and I located the one to turn it on. A green screen lit up with binary then blazed with a logo saying “Pip-Buck 2000 mark IV” It then shifted to an animated avatar of a small stallion with a short-back-and-sides, that glitched to the character standing upright, I clicked the button which read “Item” turning to an screen with two item and five bars with subsections. The two Items where, the “Problem solver” while displaying a picture of the revolver, and “Righteous repeater” displaying the lever next to it.

I then looked up from the Pip-Buck and stared to the horizon and made my way towards the police precinct deciding to see what had happened and how long I had been out, leaving the grounds of the Canavart institute and made my way to the ruins of the town, rifle drawn and eyes peeled.

Quest perk added:
Pip-Buck novice, your enate perception and detective skills give you the ability to understand basic tech.

Level up,new perk added:
Passer-Bye-Bye:When reading or sitting in a non conspicuous place you appear friendly to hostiles, so they will ignore you, chance increases with sneak skill.

Author's Note

As before all spelling and grammar mistakes will be greatly aprecciated the next chapter will come shortly