City of gold...?

Chrysalis had found a food source, and hopefully an ally.

From what she had learned, Jett was another nobody in this 'capitol wasteland' working for 'the white talon'. It was much like the wasteland her hive was in, except with alot more ruins of an old world. Jett kept telling her that it was a better place, that buildings scraped the sky, and the technology could sustain life, and cure tons of things Chrysalis never even gave a second thought to. But then a magnificent and horrid flash consumed the world, giving birth to all that surrounded her. 'Truly a shame', he kept murmuring. Truly.  As it also turned out, the strange sentient creature thought of her as a pet, and felt a steady trickle of affection coming from him. The queen was not planning to let the beast find out of her self-awareness just yet, so she used her native language of buzzing wings, grunts and stomping of her porous hooves against pavement.

Jett was a highly intelligent individual for his age, twenty if she remembered correctly, as he was a major supplier of chems to the small army, mostly jet, thus his name. Just like every other mercenary in the white talon, he wore black combat armour with a white talon decaled on the chest area. The weird metal sticks they carried were called 'rifles', and apparently calling it a 'gun' was a bad thing, because that would earn you a slap in the back of the head.

Chrysalis pondered all this. If she was not careful, she was sure these beings would kill her without hesitation, but Jett was trustworthy enough... she hoped.

After their little encounter, Jett had turned off his strange device that made him invisible, revealing his features. Slanted eyes with bags under them, tan skin, red dyed hair (She could see black roots in his mane) and a signiture melancholy look to go with it. Certain soldiers had that look. The Thousand mile stare, as the griffons called it. Jett was reliving horrid memories, she could taste it.

She brushed against his leg, bringing him back to reality. He looked down and chuckled a bit, then gave her a rub on the neck. She responded by buzzing her wings, then closed her eyes after several seconds. No one has ever done anything like that. Ever. Not even a brainwashed Minotaur would. She figured this was how dogs felt, and boy did it feel great.

Alas, he stopped, as all good things have to. After several minutes, they were joined by three other black-clad mercenaries, carrying long cylinders with what looked like two metal sticks coming out of the midsection.

"Where is she?" One said gruffly.

"Jett, you see her anywhere?"

"Naw, just rubble and some ammo for a sniper rifle." He emphasized his point by holding up a brass looking spike up for the others to see.

"That's the fifth time this month we've been mislead. You sure our contacts are working to track the bitch down?" The first spoke up again.

"You fucking ask them, you're the one who hired them." Jett put the spike into a back pocket, and slung his silver and white stick on his back. The first sighed, doing the same.

"Let's head home. Cook us up some Jet and some turbo for us wouldja?" The group headed in a certain direction, leading a straight path out of what Chrysalis assumed was once a small town.

"Twenty caps a-"

"Gah!? What is that thing?" A merc piped up, aiming a small L-shaped tool directly at her. Her eyes widened, and she looked to Jett, who slapped the tool away and explained how he found 'it' with alot more profanities than were clearly necessarily.

"Looks like a dog fucked a radroach and that crawled out..." A dog and a saywhothewhatnow-roach?

"HA! You'd know that wouldn't you Red? You stick your dick in just about anything that moves." Hehe... Wait.

"How many radroaches you fuck yet?"

"Hey! Fuck all of you!"

"Not a snowball's chance in hell, friend. Not a chance." The group laughed hysterically, and this 'Red' character was obviously irritated, kicking loose pieces of pavement here and there. As the laughter died down, they walked towards their home, quickly letting the queen into their little group as a pet.

She knew now, this was going to be like hanging out with a bunch of immature colts in a high school. Oh, how she was going to regret this decision.

"Hey! You done with the batch yet Jett?" The mercs, four in total, were laying about in a metal tunnel underground, with empty bottles, crates, broken metal shelves, crappy-looking bedrolls... More or less what she expected in a guy cave.

"Shut the fuck up or you'll get nothing! And we don't have any fixer for you either motherfucker!" Jett was hunched over some type of chemistry set, and Chrysalis watched everything with a new found curiosity. So many things to watch... She watched as the merc grabbed what looked like a breather with a cylinder on top of it. Curious, she sniffed at it. Jett noticed this and let her smell it, and she put her snout into the breathing apparatus of the strange item, she sniffed an odd smelling liquid, and her eyes widened to see all sorts of colorful shapes. She stood stock still, mouth agape, muttering inaudibly.

"Whoah! It can get high?!" Red exclaimed, sitting up on his bedroll.

"Haha! You took it well for a first-timer!" The group laughed as she began jumping around the room, chasing non-existent illusions. "Well, the batch is done, and from what Lady over here is doing, I have outdone myself with some of the strongest shit so far! Come n' get it boys, caps up front, no tabs with you assholes!"

...And then they got really, really high.