Monstra Monstrum: Nuckelavee's Siege

"Off the train lads, we have a party to crash!" I yelled as the new Tier 1 Hunters dragged the cage holding the Wendigo off the train. "Oh, you're a healthy one. You're definitely worth the 20k bits."

"Hands off Clover," I froze as my confidence dropped after hearing that voice, "this mission was lead by me. After we're done, I'll let the Monstra Scientia take them as long as you dispose of it properly this time." I could see and hear all those Tier 1s place their hats over their heart swiftly before kneeling with their heads down. Scarfs, cloaks, and caps were swept over their arms that didn't hold their hats (typically done with the dominant hand).

I turned around and placed my hat over my heart before offering a light bow. "Occisar, what a pleasant surprise! I was unaware of you being one of the Hunters on this assignment!" I didn't need to do much as he said certain tiers had certain perks and one of those being not needing to use my cap or kneel. "What of the Hunters who lost their lives in this excursion?"

"We had none." I couldn't believe what I heard. Not a single death! Incredible! "We were able to capture this one and kill one other." The human looked down at the ground before him.

"I see, you put him to rest." The Tier 1s had begun to hoist the cage onto the cart where two Earth Ponies were ready to pull. "It's a shame Blue Jay became possessed. He was the first among us to achieve Tier 3 in the guild. Did you display of both the spirit and body? I heard that it was a separate process if the Wendigo had possessed someone."

"No, the process is the same. Nothing needed to be changed. It was the research of Blue Jay that had led us to this conclusion. He will forever be known as the Origin for his studies in the Beast." I looked down at my hooves as the only Tier 4 Hunter, Occisar, placed his lever action within a wool and leather sheath on his back. I hadn't realized that he had taken his shotgun.

It was a rather recent invention of the Scientia that we had shown him. He named it as his people had already made many like it. I have never seen him smile that brightly in a while. It may have been four months since the Monstra Monstrum had come into the limelight, but we were making progress. This shotgun was a testament to that.

I won't lie, I was hesitant at first to follow someone half my age, but he truly was a Professional. Cold, yet kind in his own way. I've read his private journal in secret, and he has said why he's so despondent. He wishes to distance himself from others to save them the suffering of loss if he died. However, he has stated multiple times that they are not meant to be kind, they are meant to be good.

One of our first lessons is a choice, sacrifice one good working family man to save three bums or let the bums die. It wasn't a test of morality, it was a test to see if you were willing to see the right choice. We couldn't let personal morals cloud our judgment.

"Hold." Occisar said while holding up a fist. "Do you hear that?" I listened for anything, but nothing came to mind. I soon heard a full baritone growl reverberate around the empty streets. "Clover!!!" I hadn't realized that I was in the air until I could see the shining lights of the Grand Galloping Gala.

I had hoped to see it one day. To see the dresses of the other mares. I always wondered what a mare in high society would say to a tom-colt like me. It was a goal of mine to see the Gala with my own eyes. Things were getting dark and I couldn't feel much of my right side, but I was going to that party even if I was sleeping. Occisar, please tell me all about it when I wake up.

... Is that gun fire?