Fallout Equestria: Desperados

Fallout Equestria: Desperados

Jailbird, Part 3

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"Several songs Star Charter had shared with me caught my attention, they seemed to be older, filled with this mysterious cheer, and a sense of adventure. It all reminded me of songs I had heard from sailors who were more concerned with exploring the unknown rather than with the plights of their religion.

Asking Star, she didn’t know where the songs came from, only that they were called the old songs. Something about them gave me a feeling that there was a pirate culture that predated Thorn like from a time less bloodthirsty and zelotus." ~ Azure Dice

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Again, our morning meal was the same. Not that I expected anything different.

“So you're sure this is a good idea, Star?” Harp asked me. “Too many players can complicate things.”

Explaining things without anypony hearing proved to be difficult. The quiet cell block carried our voices no matter how silent we were and the loud mess hall kept everypony bunched together.

Harp's solution was to talk about the prison break in the form of Ogres & Oubliettes, some sort of game about adventure. Fortunately Slowtrot knew about the game. He even played it so he caught on quickly to how we were going about the conversation. I, on the other hoof, still had a hard time understanding some of the terms the two were using.

Status effects, alignments, and a squizard… it all sounded like wasteful egghead talk to me.

I sighed. “Ya, but we may need backup. There's no way to know if the players we have will not just… you know, stab us in the back. The squizard we're up against is too strong on its own, so what's stopping them from just using us as a decoy? That’s also assuming that they don’t take our gear, too.”

It all sounded dumb, but it finaly let us talk openly. Even if it did draw a few eyes, most of the other ponies just moved on when they thought we were talking about a game.

“Ya. That was a problem with a few games I played,” Slowtrot added. “There were always players who liked to kill everything they saw. Even killed other players if the other had something they wanted. Also, I’ve heard stories from other ponies having similar problems. Sometimes, a good-aligned player will go on a killing spree, or another player was secretly working with the squizard. So finding the right players was always a problem. Adding more players only made it worse.”

I didn’t know if Slowtrot had gotten confused again and was just talking about a game or was trying to point out that any pony we brought into this might try to kill us once we were free.

Still, he had a point. There was no way for us to know who was going to do what.

Looking at Harp as she pondered, she was clearly thinking the same thing.

I knew that Spritz Cookie was not going to just let us trot away with rare PipBucks. Anyway, without some guns to even the playing field, she would snap all of us in two with her hooves alone. We needed some ponies we could at least trust to not side with Spritz.

“I get it, but the players we got now are, you know, too far up their own asses about their character’s rules and such.” I tried to point out the problem with Spritz without actually saying it.

Harp nodded. “You're right. We do need a counterbalance. Otherwise, all we’ll end up doing is what the other player wants. Maybe I should talk with them. Not to be a bitch, Star, but all you got is your looks when it comes to charisma.”

I playfully stuck my tongue out at Harp. “Oh, trust me, I know. I didn't spend my time at the Ruffled Feathers to not learn what I’m good at and what I’m garbage at. Unfortunately the ponies here are too dry to be easily buttered up. Also I’m not interested in whoring myself out for a game they might not even play.”

A slight frown formed on Harp's face. “Ya. You did tell me about that. Why is this place mixed gendered in the first place?”

Both Harp and I looked over at Slowtrot. “Was this normal back then too?” she asked our friend from the past.

He shook his head. “As far as I knew, no. But then again, other than in the movies, nopony talked about the prisons. The movie Jailhouse Rock made it seem like a not all that bad place where ponies go to to be reformed. Maybe even learn new skills.”

Harps ears perked up. “Oh! My family has a copy of that movie in our vault. Not only was the King in the film, but also Lilac Lace and Vera Lynn.”

Her ears then drooped. “Had... it’s likely been taken away now.”

I gave Harp a pat on the shoulder, hoping to comfort her. “Maybe, one day, you can reclaim it. I know I’d help you do it.”

She gave me a frustrated glance before sighing. “Sorry. I shouldn't get depressed over old movies. Let's go and talk to those players you were suggesting.”

Letting her go, I pushed myself up. My legs pains in annoyance as though not wanting to move more than I already had. “That’s the spirit. We can leave tomorrow's problems for tomorrow.”

I then looked over at Slowtrot who slowly got up as I asked him, “You sure you're up for moving around right now?”

He shook his head. “Not at all. My back hurts every time I do anything but lie down, but it’s not like I’ll be allowed to not do anything. At least I should back you two up if something happens.”

“How? By laying down in some ponies way?” I asked with a cocked eyebrow.

He shrugged. “If that’s what it takes.”

Somehow that put a little smile on my face. “Alright, then I’ll try not to start shit. The last thing you need is another beating. You barely survived the last one.

WIth that we trotted out of the mess hall where we saw Spritz again preaching to her followers. It was very much similar to how the old preachers back on the Blackwater would draw crowds. Though they were preaching salvation and the purging of the wicked, where she was yelling about how they will save Equestria if they ended the NCR.

As we trotted past, Spritz eyed me and I gave her a wink just to be an asshole.

On our way into the showers, the mare Railway was standing guard. She gave us a headnod as we past her. The inside had a few ponies gambling like before with Bitter just watching them while looking annoyed. Seeing me, she gave an annoyed sigh before trotting over.

“Ya going to be a persistent bitch, aren't you? Like ya want us to give you the pointy end of a shiv,”said Bitter before she eyed Harp up. “Unless-”

“No, she’s not for sale.” I quickly explained.

Bitter shrugged. “For now, maybe, but spend a few months on the bottom of the food chain and you will be singing a different tune.”

“Speaking from experience?” I asked with a smile.

A glare came from Bitter, but Harp stepped up and gave me a stern look. “Star, stop antagonizing every pony in here. We have enough problems already."

She then turned to Bitter and put on a nice and friendly face. "Star already told you about our predicament."

"Ya. I got the gist of it, but don't go blabbing about it. I rather have your problems stay yours. Ya get it?" Bitter said as she eyed the entrance of the showers. Her ears twitched about.

Harp checked her pipbuck. She calmly tapped at it for a moment as Bitter stood by, looking impatient. She was clearly wondering what my friend was up to which forced her to ask, "So… the fuck you still doing here, hoofing at that pipbuck thing?"

The pipbuck then beeped. After that, Harp showed her the screen. It displayed a map. "We have an extensive map of the old world on our pipbucks along with the ability of auto mapping. It’ll help us find places others might not."

Bitter cocked an eyebrow.

"Also theirs the EFS which can detect hostiles. If you were to help us, we can certainly help you," Harp further explained.

We waited a moment as Bitter chewed on what she was just told before asking, "Then see any good places on that pipbuck?"

Harp nodded. "A stable. If it's still functioning then Star can open the door with her pipbuck."

Bitter Tea’s eyes went wide. The zeba mare clearly took this conversation far better than she did with me. But some doubt still remained in her eyes.

"What about Spritz?" she asked cautiously.

Harp's confidence seemed to fade a bit. "I’m still trying to plan around her. We need her for any hope of things working out, but after that… I just need more time.”

“More time!” Bitter exclaimed. Her voice turned to a mocking tone. “Ya… if you don't got no plan on killing that tin head bitch, no way I’m helping you, much less will the others.”

This seemed to even dampen Harps confidence even more as my friend avoided eye contact. She almost shyed away.

So I stepped in. “And what makes you the boss here? What stops us from convincing the others in this plan?”

A laugh came from the other side of the showers as Cherry Knot trotted around. “Now, sugar dear, didn’t we explain to you what happened to our leaders? You can try and convince the others to help you or how all of us would love to kill Spritz ourselves or how some have tried. Nasty mess that was, if you can imagine. The issue is that we all know that she outclasses us when it comes to fighting. And now, with her followers, we can’t even out number her.”

Cherry trotted past me. She got muzzle to muzzle with Harp. “You seem to be a smart mare. Tell me; how many openings has Spritz shown you? At what point has she been in a position anypony can get a shot at her back?”

“We need her for the plan so I can’t kill her off before it,” Harp replied. A bit of blush could be seen on her cheeks.

The prison whore then narrowed her eyes at Harp, much like what the brothel mares would do when seeing a thirsty stallion with no caps to their name. “Then there is no deal. The only thing that’s keeping Spritz in line is all the NCR guns pointed at her. If, and that is a big if, you were to get out of her without the NCR following, what will stop Spritz from just killing everypony not in her cult? That is, of course, only if the NCR doesn't kill everypony involved.”

“That too. How do you intend to get away from the NCR in the first place?” Bitter wondered.

“I… I’m working on that too.” Harp answered.

Both Bitter and Cherry laughed which caused the gamblers to look our way.

Taking a step back, Cherry rolled her eyes at us. “Sweety, you have all the time in the world, but that doesn't mean it will amount to anything. You're better served by just joining us. All you need to do is let some of the stallions have some fun with that cute flank of yours.”

I was about ready to slap the bitch when Slowtrot then spoke up. “We could just steal Daisy Chain. I know how to drive a vehicle, and Harp can… well… Let's say she knows how to make a stand-in for a spark battery with the right materials.”

This got Cherry to smile a little. “Bold, but how would a pony even get to the Warden's favorite toy?”

“Explosives,” I answered. “We just need to set off several sticks of the powder charges in the right place to do enough damage that their attention is too divided to keep us away.”

Harp looked over at me in surprise.

I gave her a smile. “You know when everypony said I almost accidentally burnt down New Appaloosa by playing with fireworks? Well they didn’t know that it wasn't fireworks or that it wasn’t entirely an accident. I found a magazine called patriots cookbook a long time ago.” I shrugged lightly. “I thought it would be fun to make some explosives and use it to destroy some asshole’s house. Used a bit too much flamer fluid thinking it would make a prettier explosion. Still have that magazine hidden away, and I remember it’s tips for destroying walls with explosives.”

Harp then face hoofed as she sighed.

Taking a moment to collect herself, Harp turned back to Bitter and Cherry. “As you can see, we have ideas and ponies who can make things happen.” She then lifted her pipbuck again. “Don’t forget that we also have a map to places where everypony can hide from the NCR until things blow over. So, I'm not asking you to agree with what I ask right now, but at least consider it. We need Spritz and her followers if we are to get past the NCR, otherwise we just don’t have the pony power to keep the NCR distracted.”

“If it’s just pony power, then why need Spritz? Those idiots would likely just follow whoever kills her,” Cherry asked.

Harp shook her head. “No. As you have seen, they are like a cult. Killing her would only turn them on us, or on you. She knows it, and I know you know it. If anything, we need to divide her cult befor even thinking about killing her.”

I saw a little spark in Harp's eyes as though she had just realized something important. “How about this? If I can get some of her followers to change sides, weakening her power, would you then consider helping us?”

“Maybe,” Bitter said, getting a gasp from Cherry. The Zebra then hit the mare on the shoulder. “I said maybe, not yes, you bitch.”

Turning her attention back to us, Bitter then gave us her full answer. “You offer us a tall order, but other than her physical strength, the real danger of Spritz has been her followers. If you can cut them away from her, even have them rejoin with us, then we could possibly outnumber her enough to take her out before the NCR gets involved.

“Alright, then that’s the deal. Kill Spritz or steal her followers. Only then will we back you up.”

Cherry Knot gave an overly dramatic sigh. “I guess I’ll go inform the others. Let them know there’s a slim chance that our own plan has changed.”

Bitter also sighed. “I’m seriously going to need another smoke just for considering this. Now you three should fuck off before Spritz starts getting suspicious.”

With that we parted ways, leaving the shower. Passing by Railway, she looked a bit out of breath. She attempted to show nothing was wrong by just leaning on the wall.

“The fuck you looking at?” she angrily asked me.

I rolled my eyes at her. “Hey, if you want to give a stallion a quickie, it’s none of my business.”

“Oh fuck off!” she growled at me as we trotted away.

We had only a little time before the NCR started their roll call. Harp wasted little time explaining our plan in our roundabout way. “I’ll play the role of the bard in the game. They can easily get followers to join through auditory skills. But the non playing ponies alone will not be convinced. We need a show of power to gain favor.”

“I’m playing the fighter, right?” I asked. “I could try fighting some ponies. Is that is my role in the game? To hit ponies with a big stick?”

Harp furrowed her brow, clearly not liking the question. “I rather you not get into a fight right now. If we can get through this map without too much combat, that would be ideal.”

I was still having a hard time following, but I did get that she wanted to avoid violence. Getting into a big fight was not ideal for me as well since, without more food, my regeneration may start causing me to go crazy. Still, some violence now may help us avoid it later.

“Alright, but with how this game sounds, combat is unavoidable. Maybe consider that if we avoid it now, it will only get harder later,” I suggested.

“Hey. What are you three on about over there?” Am NCR guard called out at us from behind a chain linked fence.

“Just about a game of Ogres and Oubliettes!” Slowtrot told the guard.

The guard raised an eyebrow. “The fucking what know?”

Our friend sighed as he explained. “Ogres and Oubliettes. It’s an old game about playing as heroes. You know, roll the dice to fight villains or swoon a fair maiden. I mean there's nothing else to do here.”

“Right. Egghead games,” the guard realized with a huff. “Whatever. Just stop sounding so… suspicious.”

We waited for a moment before the guard trotted off, then Slowtrot asked “So… what was my role again?”

“You're the cleric. Remember? You're going to be focused on keeping the party alive if anypony gets hurt,” Harp answered.

“We could use a wizard for the party,” I joked with a chuckle.

Harp again sighed. “Ya. Being able to teleport out of danger would be really useful. We will just have to make do with the bitch paladin and rogues for the party.”

A siren called out. We all gathered in the cartyared for a roll call.

Like always, the Wardin looked pompous. He spoke like a pony who had better things to do than talk with ponies who he thought were less than himself.

He did hold power over us, so in a way he was right to think that way.

“Once again you all stand before me, and all I see are ungrateful deviants who hold no respect to the NCR’s generous gift at a second chance. So that is why you all work. You work until you understand the joys of a hard day's work. Maybe you will become loyal through the NCR’s kindness or start to be honest with your fellow citizens and, through laughter, become the good ponies you all never were.”

Warden Dynamite then leaned in, eyeing us all. He gave a satisfied smirk at Slowtrot who had been placed back into the chain gang.

“I know such magic exists. You all have seen. With the radiation gone, we’ll no longer suffer under that unseen threat and be able to move freely. Unfortunately for the good ponies, ponies like you still plague this land and keep our glorious republic from expanding to what it should be. But maybe you all can feel that magic. To become cleansed like this wasteland and join us as good ponies who will help build a newer and better Equestria. So work hard and work happily. Otherwise you will never leave here. I can promise you that.”

The Warden put on a big smile and I knew what was coming.

“Now everypony, Laugh with me!”

We all did as we were told. We bellowed out fake laughter to satisfy the Warden's ego while knowing he would come after us if we didn't.

“ENOUGH!” He shouted and everypony became quiet.

The sadistic smile on his face as he displayed full control irritated me. It made me wonder if he was so arrogant to not sleep with one eye open.

“Good. Following orders is the first sign of reform. Now go work for this republic. Learn it’s joy.”

With that, the Wardin trotted off, and we were all herded to the carts to go and break rocks.

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Unfortunately we were next to Spritz when our gang of five were chained together. The large mare looked rather amused at us as we were delivered to the quarry.

“So this plan you're thinking up, ready to tell me?” Spritz asked quietly.

Harp and I looked around in concern. The other prisoners in the cart were all ears as the guard on watch above us was looked out into the distance.

Spritz chuckled. “All the ponies in here are with me. The NCR fucker up there can barely hear us even without all the noise going on. Too much target practice without ear protection will do that to a pony, just like a savage.”

Harp seemed to calm a little. She took a deep breath before explaining. “The plan. Yes… We're planning on stealing Daisy Chain after planting several explosives and starting a prison riot. Once we're free, we’ll head to a nearby stable that we have the ability to get into, giving us a place to hide until the heat dies down.”

“And that's why you went to see the other prisoners in the showers?” Spritz probed.

A sly smile formed on Harp's face. “If we can get them to help, it would make it easier for the plan to work. I just need to get reassurance that you will not attack them in the escape. As long as you leave with us, they're happy to help.”

I felt impressed how Harp was able to put a plan together like that in a short time and lie so easily to Spritz's face. Unless this was actually all part of the plan. I mean she was smart, so it’s possible.

The towering mare pondered on this information before responding. “But to take Daisy Chain you would need several spark batteries. The ones the NCR have are kept locked tight, otherwise the bulldozer would not be left out in the open like it is.”

Harp nodded. “Naturally a spark battery is needed, but I know a way around that problem. I just need access to any power sources and make a container. Magical energy may be finicky, but if you just need enough of it for a one way trip, that’s actually really easy.”

“So you say.” Spritz said, looking skeptical. “And how would you make this container?”

Harp froze for a moment, taking her time before answering. “I… I’d need a… a jar. Yes. A jar and… right, some crushed gemstone and a bit of water. With that I can make a single use spark battery.”

I knew Harp was hiding her true ability, but even I had a hard time believing that.

Yet Spritz smiled.

The former steel ranger nodded. “You're talking about making a Saddalarabian battery. I read about that when I was just a foal. Young scribes would sometimes make their own as a test of their knowledge. I’m guessing you need a lot of unicorns to provide power for it then?”

Harp smiled wide, clearly glad that Spritz knew what she was talking about. “Yes. Precisely that.”

“And how are we to get our hooves on gemstones?” Spitz checked.

The smile on Harp's face faded. “I’m… not sure.”

“The quarry should be home to some smoky quartz,” I offered, hoping to help. “When we got rid of that raider nest, one of the family members of the ponies we saved gave us some. They said they were found in the quarry they worked at. I’m sure if ponies keep their eyes open for it, they will see a few shiny rocks within the rubble.”

There was a pause within the cart, lasting what felt like forever before Spritz laughed. “Alright. I’ll have my ponies keep an eye out for gemstones, though I doubt any good sized rocks can be snuck past the NCR.”

Harp shook her head. “No. We just need fragments. Any flake or chip will do so long as we have enough of them.”

“That my ponies can do,” Spitz assured as she gave Harp a hoof bump. The rest of the ponies in the cart also looked quite pleased. The idea of stealing Daisy Chain from the Wardin put a smile on their faces.

It seemed that we had an agreement. How this battery even worked was beyond me, but I knew Harp could fake it. Still, I didn’t think it would be enough to help draw some of Spritz followers away. We still needed to give a show of strength.

Unfortunately being chained together was going to prevent that from happening. I needed to wait till after we were unshackled. Last thing I needed was for Harp to get hurt.

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The gathering of the limestone went as it had the few times before, monotonous and laborious. Even if our task was simple, it still became a strain after a while. Even the unicorns, who could levitate the stones, would tire out after a while. The possibility of them burning out their horns from the repetitive task meant that they would just do the work like an earth pony just so that they could have the mental energy to even eat at the end of the day.

It strained our legs and made our backs hurt as we moved the heavy stones. Harp, herself, was not adapting to it very well. Her body needed more time to recover than she was given. Still, she was keeping up a brave face as her legs trembled under the strain of the unending labor.

Spritz had no such problems, being physically the opposite of Harp. She barely broke a sweat as she effortlessly lifted chunks of limestone that even I would have trouble with. The mare’s every move showed how powerful she was. It was a reminder of what we were up against if we were to come to blows.

Our first time in the quarry was no different. We saw her raw strength as we all worked, but now something was different today. When she would toss a rock, it would come close to Harp’s or my head. She would pull on the chain more and cause us to stumble. Each time she would let out a little chuckle.

Shoving a large stone into a minecart, Spritz then sighed like she was a pony simply doing a normal day's work. “I remember when I was just a squire, when things were, for the most part, right in the world. A knight would take me off to do an expedition. The idea, you see, was to get real world experience and see why we do what we do.”

With a gleeful smile, she then said, “At the age of thirteen I killed my first savage. They thought a lone steel ranger and squire were easy targets. That knight ripped through them like nothing and let me take the fine shot as survivors fled.”

I snickered. “Thirteen, you say? Not bad. Bet those assholes had what was coming to them. Took part in a big fight myself when I was eleven.Shot a few ponies. Got shot as well. It was a messy affair. I even fought a pony in power armor. Nearly got me, too.”

Spritz raised an eyebrow. “Oh? They had power armor? Who? Enclave or ranger?”

“Neither,” I replied. “It was a holy paladin in… what was it called… Oh. right. Tesla armor, I think. Something for unicorns to use. It gives them some powerboost with their telekinesis. The armor let them throw a storage container like their nothing.”

“Tesla power armor?” Spritz echoed questioningly. “Never heard of it. Power armor for unicorns would have served the steel rangers well. What else do you know about it?” Spiritz asked with actual interests.

Unfortunately I didn’t know more about the armor than what I had just said so I replied, “Sorry. That's mostly it other than those who wear the armor are devout followers of Thorn Roasland. I also know that an EMP grenade is more than enough to stop one of them in their tracks.”

Spritz clearly didn’t like that answer. She gave out a forceful huff. “Such armour goes to waste on savages like you. If the rangers knew about it, they would surely liberate it from your unworthy hooves. As things should be.”

I just shrugged. “By all means try, but they'd likely think the same about you. Haven’t been among the fleets for a very long time, but I bet nothing has really changed. I can’t see any of those older ponies turning from the great mission given to us by the prophet.”

I paused for a moment as I remembered the sermon of a preacher at the old church I was practically raised in. Pulling it from memory, I recited part of the sermon. “Be not afraid of failure or humiliation, nor be afraid of pain or death. For in this war, we fight over all the souls of this world. It is the one true duty we have been chosen for. No one battle is greater than the war to defeat evil itself. All is but one part of a grand mission. There will be days where we may lose battles, but so long as we survive and fight on, we have not lost this war. So be not afraid of failure or humiliation, nor be afraid of pain or death. For as long as we all breathe, we will keep fighting until our enemies are crushed beneath our hooves and evil is banished from this world.”

With a smile, I tossed a small limestone chunk into the cart. “That was one of the more common verses the ponies back home would resight. Gets the blood pumping.”

Spritz didn’t look as pleased by the short sermon I gave. She looked more annoyed, yet with a bit of pain in her eyes. “Your kin is clearly a bunch of mad cultists who have no right to the old tech of the ministries.”

She then lazaly tossed a large chunk of limestone into the cart. “But if the rangers had that same drive, there would never have been a schism. We would have stuck to the mission. But no. That traitor had to taint their minds, telling them that Applejack's true will was to give back to the damn savages. What a crock of shit!”

A heavy hoof from Spritz came down on a chunk, breaking it into smaller pieces. The bitch didn’t need a fucking pickaxe to break a rock.

“Our mission was true and just. We were protecting those savages from themselves. Even the smallest piece of tech was too dangerous in those savages’ hooves. That's why we take it away.” Spritz scooped up the smaller rock chunks then tossed them into the cart. “I’ve read the rangers history and seen what those savages do with the old tech with my own eyes. They, just like you, will never be ready to be given it back. Not unless pure discipline is beaten into them. Then, and only then, may they have the right to hold even a toaster.”

Spritz took a deep breath and calmed down. The older and larger mare centered herself before picking up another large chunk and put it into our almost full cart. “When I was a simple knight of the steel rangers, we had trotted into a cult that worshiped an unexploded balefire bomb. Twisted by the radiation, the mutants had crafted weapons that would spread the radiation, inflicting death and mutation on surrounding settlements. Of course we decided to wipe them out, but the cult was large, having found followers from all over the region. Even though our armor protected us from the radiation, I still watched several of my comrades honorably fall in combat.”

She gritted her teeth. The memory obviously was not a fond one. “Even the most simple of tech had been twisted into a weapon to defile a pony’s form. Whatever they touched became poisoned, and their words were a vile virus of the mind. Even when the rest of my chapter arrived to help cleanse the land of that cult's corruption, the cult persisted for years. They still found followers and still twisted what tech they found into vile tools of corruption of the pure pony form.”

Cracking her neck, Spritz had fully calmed down. She tossed another rock on top of the pile. “So trust me when I say that savages should not have anything more than what we let them keep. Their minds are too corrupted.. If they have anything more than rocks to bang together, they will use it to march to their own destruction.”

I gave Spritz a friendly smile as I added another rock to the now full cart. “I get it. Ponies like to kill each other. That’s how things always have been. I mean, as long as there are two ponies alive, they will always find a reason and a way to kill the other.”

Spritz huffed through her nose as she got behind the cart, ready to push it to the crusher. “Truer words have never been spoken, you savage.”

This talking about the past made me a bit nostalgic as well as wanting something else to distract me from my hurting legs. So, once again, I sang... I sang an ancient song nopony knew of its origin, yet sang with longing.

“Oh roaring fire consumes our old lives, not a building worthy to keep.

Once filled with warmth, a future to deam, now as cold as the fost that costumes all.

They told us to leave to never come back, so unwanted and unloved we but just burdens.

Chilled to the bones and starved for food, nothing seemed to matter, not even the past.

So we returned to take what we wanted, casting all to the flame just to be warm.

When all became ash, our old home no more, we took to the sea and never looked back.

Oh you keep that cold land and we will rule the sea!

My brothers, my sisters we all gathered, abandoned all but together are strong.

We need no leaders, only our songs, sailing the waters wild and free.

Unshackled by our past we grow stronger, following the wind to seek adventure.

Oh you keep that cold land and we will rule the sea!

They call us criminals and villains, placing bounties on our heads each.

but who authority do they have to bound us to their rules, for they do not rule the waters

Our code is our own and it is ours to follow, no other ponies will ever bind us down.

Oh you keep that cold land and we will rule the sea!

With treasure ahead we will set sail, seeking the glory only we can find.

Our future is our own and we will see it through.

Though some days we look back at the sunset, see the fires of our old lives and how things could have been.

Oh you keep that cold land and we will rule the sea!

Oh you keep that cold land and we will rule the sea!

Oh you keep that cold land and we will rule the sea!”

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-Reputation-

-Spritz’s Convicts-

Suspicion Hangs in the air and Spritz keeps a close eye on the three, yet her followers whisper about a plan. A good plan. They have yet to trust the three, but they do want to see what the three will do.

-Ganger Alliance Convicts-

A shaky deal has been struck, one they do not believe will bear fruit, but a deal is a deal.