Fallout Equestria: A Wastelander Tale

Fallout Equestria: A Wastelander Tale, Chapter Fifty One

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Having a cult of ponies now seeing me as their holy leader was far from comforting, but it did make things easier. The cult quickly found the holotape for us, and made going to the ground floor far easier, though a bit loud.

"Is there anything else we can do, madam saint?" The priestess asked.

"Stop calling a saint, that would be nice." I told her

"Anything our lady of the holy flame, slayer of monsters, and bearer of the frost axe." The priest gushed

I sighed. "Saint is fine, but I'm not a madam."

"Lady saint." The priestess said with a smile.

Cold trotted up to me, concern clearly on his muzzle. "You alright? You're still somewhat pale."

"Hardly, Angel was a really fucked up pony, and he almost got me… but I don't have time to freak out, ponies lives depend on me getting them out of here."

"I expected as much. What about that weird blue flame thing, was it from Angel?" He then asked.

I shook my head. "No, it's not Angel's, but it's best if I talk about it later, when this is all over."

He shrugged, seemingly okay with the answer. "So then, what are we going to do with the cultists?"

I rolled my eyes. "Well I can't abandon them now, so they can come and I'll figure them out later." I then looked over at the priestess, a bit curious, as other than High Pressure, I had only seen stallions in the cult. But now there were five or six mares, where there were a good twenty or more stallions in the cult. "Say miss, why so few mares with you all?"

She smiled wide, showing off her rotting teeth with several of them missing. "Oh it's because the high priest… the former high priest Angel had us attempt the Goddess blessing first, before sir Tripwire told us to stop." She then looked sad as she said, "it was my turn next, but the holy waters were locked away before I could be baptized."

I had a feeling that this holy water was bad news if Angel thought it was a good idea. "So, then what did you do after that?"

"Angel wanted us to keep our bodies pure, and wait for the time we become the Goddess children. Avoid the cardinal sins and pray for forgiveness. So unless it was the time of prayer, we all reframed from anything that could lead us astray…" she explained.

I raised an eyebrow. "So… no sex and alcohol?" She nodded. "Well that's dumb. You all should enjoy life, otherwise you're not living."

The priestess tilted her head. "So we should do those things?"

"Well… you should be responsible when doing all that. Otherwise you start acting like raiders. So ya, enjoy life, but not at the expense of others, and not to the point of hurting yourself." I explained.

The priestess then smiled again and brushed up on the side of the priest. The priest looked confused, but not uninterested.

"Maybe wait until we're out of here, then you two can, you know." I told them, and then looked behind me as the cult followed. "Same for all of you!"

"You're really taking charge, Lady Saint." Cold teased me.

"I will whip you." I said back, but it only got a smile out of him.

"That better be a promise." He said with a chuckle.

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With the cult following, we got to the others as they finished planting the explosives.

They were understandably shocked and confused, with Molo being the first to ask the obvious. "Ehhh… weren't you supposed to not attract attention?"

I sighed, "Ya I know, but Angel turned out to be… well… lets just say he was far more dangerous than we assumed."

The priestess jumped forward with a grin on her face. "The former high priest had been corrupted by evil, and the Lady Saintes revealed his true and grotesque form before slaying it." She then shivered a little. "To think he was one of those horrors from the forbidden hospital, we are only so lucky that she slayed it when she did. The Goddess emissaries always warned us about that place and the monsters within." Her eyes then lit up. "Oh, will emissaries Majestic be coming with us?"

"Only if she chooses to." I told the priestess.

Molo then trotted over, looking at the cultists with eyes of concern before whispering to me. "You sure about letting them tag along? Just so you know, the Goddess cultists are known for being… you know, wrong in the head."

I whispered back. "Ya I can see that, but I'm not just going to kill them because it's more convenient. So let's just figure out what to do with them later."

She rolled her eyes. "You would make a terrible raider."

That put a confused smile on my face. "Thanks?"

"Say nothing of it. Now Do you have that whatchit?" She asked.

I nodded and pulled out the holotape, "is Margaret ready?"

Molo shrugged and pointed over to Spell and Plasma, who were looking over Margret. The robot having a panel open.

Trotting over, I could see that Plasma was deep in focus, though fidgeting. Not wanting to distract her, I addressed Spell Circuit, "I got the holotape, is she ready?"

"Just a few more minutes." Plasma huffed.

Spell then nodded. "Yes, we got most of the systems ready, Plasma is just doing a quick tune up on her thrusters. Margaret has been running nearly nonstop for two hundred years, so most of her parts are not in the best shape."

"Alright, then I guess we can start stage two." I then gave Spell the holotape. "You get started as soon as possible, and I'll have the cultist help gather and herd any stragglers."

He eyes the cult with suspension. "I'll trust you about them, but be careful." He then spoke low to a whisper. "There's probably a good reason why the Goddess didn't turn them into alicorns. But I guess we will deal with that once this is over."

I nodded and took a step back. "I get ya." Turning, I quickly trotted over to Cold Trails, passing him the overcharged plasma grenades. "Your turn fly colt, make sure that church can never be used again."

Cold Trails smile wide and saluted me with his wings, "would be my pleasure to wipe that place off the map." He then bolted upwards and flew off.

That left me with several priests and priestesses, all looking concerned. One then asked, "You're going to destroy the church?"

R8ght, t8me to think quickly… right the tainted stuff about Angel, I can still use that. "We need to, that place is tainted. Robbing ponies of their sense of self is wrong." I told them.

They cocked their heads. "But the Goddess freed ourselves from our ego, it was a good thing."

Fuck!

I wanted to push and call that wrong, but something inside me told me to not do it. That I needed to keep playing this role and keep them on my side. "Uhh… yes the Goddess did that, but… yes, but this is not the Goddess is it. It's from an evil pony who cares for nothing but control. That place is not a church to the Goddess, but an altar to one ponies desire for power."

Their eyes then grew wide again. "So true, such power belongs to the Goddess, not us mere mortals. Such a place is heresy, evil." A priest said, and the others cheered.

This was good, if way too easy. But right now we needed to get these ponies to move. "Alright everypony, I need you all to get all the innocent ponies out of here. Those entrapped by Tripwire's spell can still be saved, and that's the job I'm giving you. They're under evils thrall, and you're going to help save them, help get them to safety. My friends will help guide you."

One of the priestess had a serious look on her face, which due to her broken horn, made her somewhat intimidating. "So we do the Goddess's work by saving these ponies. Right we will do it, we will get them out of this corrupt place." The others cheered and then all ran off in different directions.

I was a little concerned, but I couldn't do much but trust them.

Then with two bright green flashes and loud cracking boom, Cold Trails flew back over, landing next to me with a thump and a smile on his face. "It's done." He told us.

I got my rifle ready, as the fight was about to start.

Molo, Cauterize, Cold, Plasma, and Spell joined me. The others were waiting near our exit to provide us any covering fire.

My eyes darted above us as the sounds of rapid hoofsteps on metal rattled all around.

"Good, they're all heading to the church. This should keep them from surrounding us once Margaret starts" Spell said.

"Which should be… now." Plasma said as she drew out her crossbow.

With a whirring and clicking sound, Margaret got back up and floating. "Oh I feel so much better." She said, then all the speakers around us turned on, and through them music began to play. "Alright, everything seems to be working, now to gather all the fillies and colts, it's time for a field trip." The same music began to play from her as she began singing some sort of lullaby.

"Soo… how is this actually going to work?" I asked, now realizing that I didn't understand any of this magical mumbo jumbo.

"If the spell's effect is working as I think it should. The music on the speakers will trigger the obedience conditioning on the captives, and the more powerful mezmetron spell copy from Margaret will draw them to her. Well, I hope it will." Spell explained.

Almost like on cue, the slaves started coming out of their shacks, some in rags, others in less distressed cloths, but all dirty with blank looks on their faces. They started gathering around Margaret. Not saying anything.

"This way, this way!" One of the cultists called out, with a few slaves following behind them. Unlike the others, they seemed to be just in a daze, still there, but just barely. The cult pony trotted up to me, one of the mares, and all smiles. "We had almost forgotten about these ponies. They were more resistant to the device Angel was using, so they were kept locked up and separated. The others should be here soon."

There was a loud cry, and a mare came rushing over, grabbing one of the blank stallions. "Honey! Honey, answer me!" She yelled.

"Fuck!" Molo cursed, and rushed over to the mare. "Be quiet you moron, you going to tip off the slavers before everypony is out of here."

The mare looked at molo and stumbled back, shielding her face as she shrieked. "NO! NO! NO!"

"It's alright, you're safe with us." Margaret said to the mare, offering a pincher."

Molo sighed. "Ya, we're getting you out of here, so shut up." She then turned to one of the Cultists, "Speaking of which, is this all of them?"

A priest nodded vigorously. "Aside from the foals, this should be all the ponies Angel was trying to corrupt!"

Looking at them, there was roughly the same amount as what I saw in the church, if not more. Satisfied, I trotted to Margaret, and told her, "you can go now, get them to the safe zone."

She smiled with her big mechanical eyes. "Alright, and do be careful. Nasty looking strangers have been about."

As Margaret floated away, the slaves followed her, with the cultists behind them to keep everypony together.

One of the priestesses trotted up to me, still smiling, which was getting creepy. She was the one with the broken horn. "I don't know how to say this, but we had been unsure of Angel since the Goddess's death. With how erratic he was, we had doubts, but doubting him after so many years felt wrong. Even when my sisters were baptized and… found unworthy, we didn't know how to even stop it… then you came, and showed that even the high priest was unworthy. If he was unworthy, then he must have been on the wrong path, and we were following him."

A tear rolled down her eye, it strangely rainbow in color.

"So… thanks… yes th-" as she spoke, a loud bang shot out and half of the mares face was blown off.

I stumbled back in shock, looked over to see a slaver with a stern longshot rifle on one of the stairs. My friend's counter attacked, and before the slaver could scramble away, she was torn to shreds.

Both Molo and Cold rushed over to me, helping me off the ground.

"Are you okay?" Molo asked in a panic.

"You didn't get shot did you?" Cold asked, just as worried.

"I'm… okay." I said, still feeling shocked by what just happened. I again turned to look at the dead slaver, and I could hear more coming. As the shock faded, a feeling of rage and hatred boiled up within me. That mare…I didn't even know her name, but she died, just as she was thanking me. Thanking me when I hadn't really done anything for her yet. I could feel tears forming in my eyes as I gripped my rifle, and through clenched teeth I told my friend, "let's make sure they can't hurt anypony ever again!"

The slaver had figured out what we were up to, and were now racing to reclaim the ponies we had taken, but we were waiting for them. The first wave of slavers fell quickly, giving us time to back up, running from cover to cover, but not too far back as to put the ponies we were saving in danger. Unfortunately the next wave of slavers wised up fast, and were trying to flank us while sticking to cover.

Aiming down my scope, with everything as clear as day through it, I caught a slaver trying to get around us. With a pull of the trigger, my 5.56 rounds cut into him, and a second pull finished him off.

Another slaver went up in flames, having been shot by Plasma using her decked out crossbow. Cold Trails had taken to the sky, and were keeping the slavers from going over us, sending a streak of plasma bolts down from above.

Molo and Cauterize were doing what they did best, laying down as much led as possible. But they quickly ran out of 5.56 ammo and switched back to their old guns. Though a waste of bullets in my opinion, they did make sure the slavers didn't dare rush us.

Spell was less useful with his rifle, but more than made up for it with magic. As we backed up, he would teleport out, and then a structure would collapse to block the slavers, or an explosive would go off next to a group of slavers. He even would disorient them with a spell, causing them to back off long enough for us to reposition further back.

But despite how well we were doing, the slavers were getting closer and closer, and every minute had a close call with death. Healing potions were quickly vanishing with every injury, and our ammo was depleting just as fast. But as we got to the edge of New Unity, we could see the other ponies making their way to the safe zone. Once they all make it behind several rusted machines and into a large hole in the ground, we can get out of here.

Digging out from a pocket, I pulled out my old flare gun, with it now going to be used for its original purpose.

"Almost time?" Spell Circuit asked.

"Ya, get ready to get us out of here." I told him, then bit onto my flare gun.

So as soon as the last of the captives were out of sight, I craned up my neck and fired. With a loud pop, the flare shot up and bathed everything in an ominous red light. It was our sign getting the fuck out of here, in case things were too loud and hectic for shouting. Which they were.

Spell Circuit pulled out a flask and guzzled the contents down, causing his horn to glow brightly with magic. Sparks jolted around us as the others gathered to him, and everything began to distort. With a pop, we teleported over behind the second closet machine wreckage, just a few hoofsteps off the ground.

As we fell, Molo managed to grab Spell, the unicorn passing out from moving so many ponies at once, and after all the magic he did in the fight. His horn took on a more burnt color, with a small bit of steam coming off it. It was clear that he wouldn't be casting any magic any time soon.

*Click*

I turned to see that Plasma had flipped the switch of the detonator, and a second later several loud explosions echoed out from New Unity.

We all peeked out from behind the rusted machine, except for Spell, who Molo dropped. Loud creeks and snaps came from the scrap built town, and then the refinery moved, twisting as it began to fall. The refinery dragged everything down with it, engulfing all of New Unity in a cloud of sparkly dust. Fortunately the dust didn't travel far, only a thin fog of it reaching us.

Through my night vision scope I could see several surviving slavers, all caked in dust as they ran out of the cloud. Then Cold Trails flew over them, mercilessly finishing them off with his guns.

Letting myself slump down, mouth covered by a rag, I breathed a sigh of relief, "That's it, it's finally over."

"Ya, but now we got to foalsit a bunch of retards." Cauterize said before firing his rifle.

I glared at the ex-raider, but despite how much of an asshole he was for saying that, it wasn't entirely wrong. At least with the alicorns they had Majestic, but for the brainwashed ponies, who knows how long it will be before they can think on their own. Worse, what if they get violent after recovering. But all that was fine, because we won.

"Better than sending off more dead." I said, but then remembered the one cultists that didn't make it. "I hope she finds peace, wherever we go after death."

Molo then sat next to me, looking nervous. "Ya, I hear that. Let's get everypony out of here, this dust can't be healthy." She was rubbing her hooves together, messing with a crack in one of them.

Patting my friend on the shoulder, I gave her a smile. "I guess it's time, you've earned this."

She smiled back, but she didn't look happy. "I… don't know if I have, but… I still need to see them."

With a thud, Cold Trails landed next to us, his armor now a sparkling silver from the dust. "I lapped around the ruins a few times, and saw no more activity. It also looks like everypony we came for is safe, the cult, captives, Alicorns and foals are all together."

Molo this time breathed a sigh of relief. "Good to know."

"Also." Cold then added tapping on the side of his helmet. "Low Pressure told me that Majestic wanted to talk with you, she is at our exit, waiting."

"Alright, I can guess it's about her sisters. Well we do have time for it, so can you ask the others to wait a bit. Anyways, I'm sure there's a few ponies that Mint and Aloe need to look over before having them go on a long trot." I told Cold.

He smiled and saluted before flying off, a trail of dust following him.

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After a short rest, we made our way to the tunnel, where we saw High Pressure waiting for us, with Catalyst behind her. The mare had ditched her robes, and looked rather cute. She was literally a female Low Pressure, but with a longer mane and tail, which made me quite jealous.

Strangely, Catalyst has several reenforced barrels on a two welled cart that she was clearly doing her best to keep secured. I doubt we could take whatever it was with us, unless the alicorn's decided to help.

Trotting ahead of my friends and over to High Pressure, I couldn't help but smile. "Wow, you're beautiful… well uhh… I mean, did you enjoy the show?"

"I know, that's why I had a stalker all my life." she said flatly. "And I can't say I enjoy the destruction of what could have been preserved for the future. But alas, I understand that it's better that nopony has it then the enemy having it." High Pressure replied.

"That's unfortunately true. So I'm guessing Majestic asked you to wait outside then?" I asked.

She rolled her eyes. "So many secret that one keeps, most of which I care not to know. But yes, she's inside. "

Molo whistled sharply as she caught up. "Fuck, please tell me she's into mares, I want to mess up that mane."

"I'm not gay enough to just fuck any mare, and you better not touch my fucking mane, savage." High Pressure quickly retorted.

"Ehh, worth a shot." Molo said with a shrug.

A chuckle came from Catalyst as she peeked from behind the barrels. "The same old Molotov. Oh, I dig the new burn scar, really sells the piro-retared look."

Molo's face scrunched up into a look of pure hate as she drew two of her SMG's "Catalyst, so this is where you were fucking hiding!"

"Molo, what are you doing?" I asked my friend.

She continued to glare at Catalyst. "That's the member of my crew I mentioned, the one who told me Angel was dead then disappeared herself!"

"You mean the one who said she was from a big family, and wanted to be an alicorn?" Dread then gripped me as I looked back at Catalyst, and realized what must be in those barrels is the shit that makes artificial alicorns. Looking the raider in her eyes, the madness in her became verry clear, along with her intent. "Fuck, High Pressure, get down!"

*Bang*

Blood sprayed from High Pressure's neck, and she stumbled forward, trying to speak but only gurgling before falling over. Molo then let loose, unloading her SMG's at Catalyst, spraying dust into the air.

My ears rang, but I could hear the clicking of Molo's guns.

"Quick shot as always, Molo." Catalyst said, the dust cleared away to reveal that she had made a magical barrier. "But that's to be expected from a barbaric whore. No way I could let you reclaim my nieces. If only you would have fucking killed yourself back then, then this wouldn't have needed to happen ya cunt!"

"What? What the fuck are you talking about Catalyst? You're no pillow mare, my daughters have no relationship with you!" Molo growled.

The others came running over, an exhausted but awake Spell with them.

"What the fuck! Catalyst is that you?" Cauterize shouted

The raider blew him a kiss. "Long time no see. How's the wife and son, did you take them down from that tree?"

For the first time, I saw true rage form on Cauterize's face as his body tensed up. "How… you!" He drew his rifle and fired what he had left, but it bounced harmlessly off her barrier. "If you were any bit involved in their death… you'll suffer!"

Catalyst yawned as her eyes then fell onto Spell. "Did he burn out, as expected from my useless little brother."

Spell's eyes widened in confusion. "Wait, but I don't have a sister?"

She rolled her eyes and let out a little chuckle. "Father was not the most faithful stallion to your mother, and both our families decided to not make a big deal of it. Only Tripwire was told about me, since he was to take over the family. You on the other hoof, well you didn’t matter. Just like how those two foals you had with the whore didn't matter, and would still not have mattered if you didn't help Redeye destroy our families." Her eyes then panned to me, the cocky look now serious. "Now tell me whore, where are the foals, why didn’t you send them here? I told that fucking retarded green alicorn to send them here!"

I smiled, barely containing my own rage. "You're not as smart as you think you are."

The already psychotic look on her face somehow became even more psychotic. "Oh, I will enjoy showing you such wonderful things."

"That's enough, Mystic Catalyst." The all too familiar voice of a stallion I hated spoke out, causing me to freeze in place. Appearing from thin air stood Tripwire, in his clean gray suit with a pink tie underneath. His mane was perfect, and so was his face… except that one of his eyes was a solid icy blue, and a streak of his mane on the same side was white. "Long time, Lottery."

Everything, all my pain, rage, and self loathing came bubbling up, and I drew my rifle, firing all I had. No shot connected thanks to Catalyst, but I didn't care, I wanted to will the shots through.

When I ran out of 5.56mm, I drew Whisky Shot, the six shots doing nothing as well. Then it was Rime Frost's turn, her blast no more effective, so I then charged, screaming as I hit the barrier with the axe head. A layer of frost formed on the magic barrier, deforming it. It shocked even Catalyst, who looked nervous, then annoyed, and then oddly amused.

"Are you done?" Tripwire asked. I went in for another attack, all I needed was one good hit at him and he would be dead. But I couldn't move, just like when I was fighting Angel. "Even if you're not, I am. Majestic, keep them like that while I talk."

"What?" I asked, only for Majestic to appear behind Tripwire, a blank expression on her face, and wearing some of the jewelry from the proto stable. "No… no you didn't! Set her free!"

"Shut her up, Majestic." Tripwire ordered, and magically my muzzle was forced shut.

I was then levitated back, where all my friends had also been held in place by Majestic. Tripwire then trotted over to High Pressure, the mare was holding her throat, struggling to stay alive, and he kicked her. "You thought you were so fucking smart, so Celestia damn clever. Always scheming like the other dregs, thinking your above your betters. Now look at who's still on top, and who's bleeding in the mud. Unless fucking mares, the lot of you."

Tripwire then turned his attention to Spell Circuit, and as he trotted up to him, he pulled out a dagger and stabbed his brother in the chest. He then took a few steps back, leaving the blade in his brother. "And you, you miserable failure. The best thing you ever did in your life was to disappear. But now here you are again, playing the hero. What a tripe. And again at my mercy, but this time I will make sure you're dead." Tripwire then grabbed the dagger with his magic and twisted it before pulling it out, blood quickly flowed out of the wound.

He looked over at Cauterize, Molo, and Plasma, then huffed. "Bunch of worthless wastelanders."

He finally turned his attention back to me. "You know, you used to be cute. Too dumb to understand, and unable to learn if not told. You were even obedient, just how I liked my mares; no plotting, just a head full of empty thoughts. But then you just had to go and try to be smart and stupidly defy me." As Tripwire got closer, I could see that his eye was not just icy blue, it was made of ice, I could even see a faded scar where Rime Frost had hit him. "And now you come back, doing all this… this… this useless resistance. But what could anypony expect from a hic from the middle of nowhere. Don't even think you've delayed me, or that I care about Angel or Onyx. Soon I'll have the mezmetron spell cracked, and then nothing you all have done will even matter."

Tripwire then sighed, pulling out his 9mm pistol. "Not that any of you will see it happen though. And Lottery, it was fun, and I'd love to bring you along. But I don't fuck defiled whores."

The pistol then levitated to my head, pressing on my temple. I wanted to scream and shout, to fight, to kill, but there was nothing I could do but cry. Green bolts hit a barrier that now surrounded us as Cold Trails passed over. A moment of hope quickly extinguished

Tripwire and Catalyst laughed, unfazed by it.

"Oh look, a plasma grenade." Catalyst mockingly pointed out.

It was one of the overcharged plasma grenades I gave Cold, it next to the barrier. Before I could even wonder if that would do anything, it exploded, and my world turned a bright green as Catalyst screamed. I then hit the ground, freed but for only a second, then a magical force pressed down on me, almost crushing me. I still couldn't move, I could barely breathe now with how heavy it felt. But my vision quickly returned and I saw Catalyst on the ground, her horn burnt out.

"Fucking feather brains!" Tripwire growled as he shot into the air at Cold Trails.

Cold turned around in mid flight, firing a few more shots at Tripwire, but then it just stopped, a spark and fizzle only coming out of his gun. Then Cold looped around and flew into a dive. I could only guess, but I was sure he just ran out of ammo, and was now going in for melee combat.

"Out of ammo hu." Tripwire said with confidence, putting his pistol away.

Dread then washed over me again, and I knew Tripwire had a trick up his sleeves. "NO, IT'S A TRAP!" I shouted, but Cold didn't stop.

Tripwire let out a chuckle, glancing in my direction. "You have gotten smarter, a shame." He then pulled out his medallion and it began to glow. A portal formed in front of Tripwire right before Cold was going to slam into him.

To my horror, Cold barely managed to turn in time to avoid going into the portal, but he immediately lost control. A line of blood followed him as he crashed into the ground, and tumbled a horrifying distance.

"Nasty that is." Tripwire said mockingly, with a smile on his face. "Those portals I mean. They can shere off a limb if you're not careful." The smile dropped, and he again looked at me. "Now where was I?"

A gunshot cracked out, landing not far from Tripwire, causing him to scowl. "More interruptions, can't you fools wait your turn! Catalyst you miserable bitch, get that barrier back up!"

Catalyst struggled to stand up, sparks coming off her horn. "No can do brother, all burnt out thanks to that fucking fuck bird." She then looked up, and scrambled for her cart. "Alicorns inbound!"

Tripwire kicked the dust, yelling "Fuck!" With rage in his eyes, looked down at me and fired wildly, several shots hitting me, adding to the pain. After a few clicks from his pistol, he then put it away and yelled, "Majestic, teleport us the fuck out of here!" With that he grabbed Catalyst and her cart of taint with his magic and dropped them next to the alicorn before joining them.

"But the foals, your foal?" Catalyst wheezed out, but was kicked by Tripwire.

"I can make more, you idiot!" He said to his sister.

Catalyst snarled. “And Redeyes filly, what about our revenge.”

Tripwire kicked Catalyst in the stomach. “Our power is more important than our revenge!”

With a slam, Ben Day kicked up a lot of dust, worry on his face. "Auntie!" Was all he could say before Majestic vanished with a crack, taking Tripwire and Catalyst with her. "No, Auntie! But why?"

I was no longer being held down by Majestic, but I felt no less heavy. It was even a struggle to get up, as my head felt light, and it was as though thousands of needles were stabbing into me. "Shes… the mez… mezmetron was… used on… her."

The panicked look on Ben Day switched to horror, then grew pale as he looked at me. "No, not Auntie, and… so much blood, no!"

"Dot panic, Ben Day!" Mint shouted as she ran over to us, tossing Ben Day a healing potion. "Go help Cold Trails, he should still be alive thanks to his armor! NOW!" Ben Day quickly rushed off, and Mint dashed to me, forcing a healing potion into my muzzle. "Drink you bitch!"

Aloe appeared soon after, and gasped in shock, but didn't slow down as she rushed to the rest of us.

My pain faded, but everything began to blur as a massive headache began to form. "Are… are the.. others-"

"They will be fine if I have anything to do with it, so just relax!" Mint told me, but the slight quiver in her voice worried me. "Here, this will help." She then pulled out a syringe of med-x, stabbing me with it, and everything then started going dark. "Oh please pull through, don't you fucking die on us!" As things went dark, I saw Mint pull out a bone saw.

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