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Areas that are not CHS or CPA / Re: About Last Night
« on: April 28, 2016, 07:36:18 pm »
The night had loomed overhead as the students drive down the highway; the streets empty of most vehicles at this late hour. The humming of the jeep's engine resonates in the background as the students drive east towards the harbor. Foxtrot remains silent as he looks ahead, lost in his own thoughts. "Hey you two,  thanks again for helping me out on this."

Content with the reply, Foxtrot nods as he listens to Tinder; the image of her in guard armor does seem interesting though. By nowell the sun has gone down and the sky is painted a collage of orange, pink, and purple. Stars scatter across the expanse as the city lights themselves add to the Manhatten skyline. The unicorn looks towards the north before addressing his companions. "Alright guys, it's gonna be a long, boring night for me so I better get going. Broadshield, I'll see you in the next couple of days. Tinder, thanks for sticking around through all this; I still gotta show you the rest of Canterlot when I can..." He pauses, his tone becoming more sincere as he resumes. "Thank you, both of you for all this. The 26 won't be a threat anymore, and I'll make sure of it." With a casual salute Foxtrot begins to head out, his thoughts wandering off as he strolls down the dimly lit streets of Manehattan; things are gona be different as a whole new world of possibilities open.

Foxtrot remains silent as he listens to the report, the fact that there are casualties regardless pulls at the unicorn's thoughts. It's when Broadshield makes his offer that he's taken off guard, even  more so that it's extended to Nivalia as well. "Although I can't speak for Niv, I can certainly relay the offer. As for myself..." Foxtrot pauses, his tone becoming more somber, "I haven't been a guard in years, and it didn't end well either." Whether he liked to admit or not, it was a damn good offer, and even he knew he would need work in the future. "I need to think about it. With everything that's happened today it's just a lot to take in. I still have to sort out what's left of The 26, after that though I'll come back with my answer. Should take two days tops." The tug of war in his mind goes on after he speaks, however the chance to serve in the guard again has much more traction in his decision.

"I'm sure you would have Tinder." Foxtrot says as he steps forward, retrieving the rest of his medicated wraps. "With this you really can travel back to Ponyville with no problems. This isn't for serious injuries though, once you get back I recommend a checkup just in case." He peels off the bandage and applies it to her wounds; the wraps cleaning, numbing, and sealing the damage as a chilling feeling emanates throughout. A minute later, Foxtrot finishes his work and steps back, putting away the wraps in his pockets. "Don't pick at it, at least until you get home, then you can peel them off."

"Tinder, you live in Ponyville." Foxtrot abruptly adds. "That's quite the trip for something like that. Look, I can patch you up myself which will hold you over for now. Or I can watch your bag while the medics fix you up, make sure it doesn't get any more ruined." Mentioning ruined, the unicorn looks down to find his entire jacket torn to shreds, pieces of armor missing entirely or scorched by the blasts of magic. "Ugh, I hope the safehouse is stocked."

A warm smile shows on Foxtrot's face as he finds his companions all together and very much alive. Trotting over, he picks up  Pastel's question just in time. "Now we send these bastards back over the ocean." Giving Tinder a well deserved hug, unknowingly over her wound, he turns and nods to the commander and shapeshifter. "Guys I... thank you, for all of this." The unicorn looks over to the destruction just a short distance away, "I would've been dead, or just 'activated' when I meet them. After Samiel confirms the transfer, Ill have to inform the other agents of what happened. Believe it or not there's actually a protocol for this happening." He looks over to Tinder, "It may take some time, but expect some funds for your meds later on. Commander Broadshield, I appreciate Equinox's support in all this. It may not be much but whatever files I find in the Directors' archives I'll relay them over. I also owe you a personal favor as well. Anything you need, just reach out to me; same for you too Pastel."

Areas that are not CHS or CPA / Re: About Last Night
« on: April 14, 2016, 09:58:18 pm »
The girls are taken aback by Metal's statement, the girls remain silent; one of them leans forward, sounding cynical, "Prove it." Foxtrot reaches into his pocket and pulls out his cell phone; after pressing a few buttons, Tommy's voice echoes out on the speaker, "Listen to me you little sh!t! I've had this thing planned for months and I'm gonna let some drunk punk ruin it! I'll find you, your family, everyone you care about and I'll make you all pay!" As the recording stops, a deathly silence grips the scene.

Foxtrot leans forward, his tone serious with a hint of fear, "Tropicana... he has my sister. Please, I'm scared that she's hurt or worse. The sooner I get this resolved, the better. And if it means that much to you all, I'll find a way to pay you back later just..." The student's nerves begin to falter, Foxtrot raises his hand to cover his face as he fights to stay calm. Tropicana looks over to the other girls and nods, one of them bringing the suitcase over to them. "Thank you, I..."

"Don't worry about it." Tropicana replies. "This is serious stuff, we won't get in the way of it." A smirk then appears on her face, "Besides, you can repay us when you get her back. We'll all throw a killer party to celebrate; now get going you three, you all have things to do." Foxtrot nods and puts the cash in his pockets into the suitcase, counting it to find the necessary amount.

Getting up, he nods and makes his way to the exit, "We'll take you up on that Tropicana. Thanks."

Hours after the skyscraper had collapsed, the perimeter has been reset and the excitement calmed down. The storm of dust had subsided, the sun itself now starting to approach the horizon. At the Forward Operating Base, Foxtrot lays on one of the stretchers; attached to him are several instruments reading his vitals. His eyes blink open, the blinding light causing him to cringe as he wakes up. "Uh, what the...?" The agent sits up, noting the medics on stand by. One of them approaches him and begins to remove the attachments. "So, any serious injuries doc?" The medic simply looks to him and shakes her head; although there wasn't anything serious, he sure felt sore as anything. Getting up, he grabs his jacket and gear, despite it all appearing battered. Slowly but surely, Foxtrot makes his way out of the large tent, examining the destruction in silence until he notices the boat sitting in the bay. It's crimson sails, familiar hunters, and cages holding the Directors provide relief that his mission was complete. He hasn't seen his companions yet,  and looks around to find them to ensure that they're ok.

Somewhere Else Inside or Outside of Equestria / Re: Highrise Showdown
« on: April 13, 2016, 12:32:55 pm »
As soon as Foxtrot finds another glider pack under some debris, it slips from his hooves as the building begins to lean forward. The lights flicker and explode as the current is cut off; furniture, concrete, and metal begin sliding out of the room into the bay below. The agent sprints towards Bravo, the Director himself barely moving. Passing the pack again, the unicorn scoops it up and slings it over his shoulders; cuffs in hoof skids to a stop next to the pegasus. He only manages to get one on when the skyscraper begins to collapse; the structure falling forward halfway. The Director and agent are flung out of the conference room, hundreds of meters in the air; Foxtrot's heart beats erratically, his vision and hearing blurring as his adrenaline kick in full throttle. Finding Bravo too far to secure the other cuff, Foxtrot yanks the chord on his pack; a pair of canvas wings spring out, catching the high winds and violently cutting the unicorn's momentum, and lack of oxygen, by a drastic amount. Tucking his body in he tackles Bravo and clicks on the last cuff, securing the final Director. As he pops out of sight, Foxtrot looks over to see that the building right over him. In a roar that echoes throughout the entire city, a storm of dust swallows the immediate area, the fog of confusion worsening with the lack of visibility. Any cars in the area buzz and honk as their alarms erupt from the seismic vibration. As the dust settle and waves calm, the carcass of what's left of the building now shows. Twisted beams of metal, concrete, wires and stone all litter the area, dotted by small flames throughout. Further out into the bay, a small splash breaks from the water. Foxtrot gasps for air as his pack's inflation device activates, a blessing of The 26's no expense spared policy. Disorientated and losing consciousness, the unicorn looks over his shoulder as his breathing regulates  to find the destruction that was left behind. The sudden sound of creaking wood ahead of him draws his attention forward; out of the smog of soot in the air, a small boat coasts within sight. It's crimson sails are marked as Saddle Arabian, bringing the unicorn to grin as a familiar face shows up. Before he can do anything else though, his body gives out from exhaustion, Foxtrot blacking out as he floats in the water.

Somewhere Else Inside or Outside of Equestria / Re: Highrise Showdown
« on: April 11, 2016, 10:01:51 pm »
As Broadshield trots over to the SEALs, the agent wastes little time heading downstairs to apprehend the remaining Directors; the unicorn pulls out the last two cuffs in his jacket, a sense of relief creeping into his mind. Returning to the conference room, Foxtrot makes a beeline to Juliet; after the sound of two clicks a bright flash of light goes off, one last Director to go. As he makes his way to the Bravo, his ear catches a feint beeping a short distance away. The mere sound spikes up his nerves, 'Oh no, please no...' Frantically running, Foxtrot finds a source, a small laptop wedged under a chair and a piece of ceiling, "Ah ****..." Reaching over, he pulls away the chair and reaches under the concrete, moments later he scrapes the laptop underneath to freedom and pries it open. His eyes widen when he sees the message.

Checkmate Protocol in Progress

Foxtrot drops the laptop and sprints over to the hole in the ceiling, inhaling as hard as he can. "EVERYONE GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!" Not even bothering to see if they heard, the agent sprints towards the inventory closet; sweat trickling down his neck as he scrambles to find a much needed item. Suddenly the beeping stops, replaced by the loud rumbling sparsely heard but definitely felt by anyone on or in the building. The howls of the winds silence to the bellow of the churning metal far below as the building violently lurches forward.

Somewhere Else Inside or Outside of Equestria / Re: Highrise Showdown
« on: April 10, 2016, 08:38:46 pm »
Foxtrot steps over to Tinder, picking her up from the ground. "Thanks Tinder, you saved my ass." Not responding to the Director's words, he nods to her hoofcuffs before trudging over to Broadshield, "Cuff him, he's done." Heading over to the pegasi, the agent plucks out his blue bandages, "Don't worry, you'll make it." As he sits him up, Foxtrot begins to apply the wraps, "Thanks for not hitting me this time." the unicorn chuckles.

Somewhere Else Inside or Outside of Equestria / Re: Highrise Showdown
« on: April 08, 2016, 10:45:35 pm »
Before Fox can react to what he saw, his vision blurs as Yankee's hoof collides with his face, blood pouring out of his nose as the agent lifts his own hooves to protect himself. With one hoof holding off the Director's strikes, the other reaches into his pocket, pulling out one of his three remaining hoofcuffs. Lowering his defenses, Foxtrot takes a kick to his chest; the surge of pain rattles his mind as his wounds slightly open again. Using the moment to his advantage, Foxtrot suppresses the pain in his head and swings his hoof up; one of Yankee's hind hoofs light up a greenish glow. Surprised, Yankee steps away and picks up the machete nearby; the Director looks over to his shoulder to spot his former colleague trying to get up. Rushing back, Yankee pulls back his front hoof and lands a punch on the unicorn, sending him back to the floor. Going for the kill, a grin appears on the forest green unicorn's face through the reflection of the machete's steel as it plummets down towards the agent. Foxtrot raises both of his hoofs to block the attack, but his weakened physical state simply slows the piercing metal as it inches closer to it's target. Breathing heavy, Foxtrot looks down to find the other cuff sitting next to Yankee's other hoof, "Tind- Tinder! Hoof! H-" He gasps as the machete lightly presses against his armor. Clenching his teeth, Foxtrot pushes back, stalling for as much time as he can."

Somewhere Else Inside or Outside of Equestria / Re: Highrise Showdown
« on: April 05, 2016, 08:18:37 pm »
The rattle of automatic fire rings around Yankee, a stray round grazing him in the leg and turning him to Broadshield. A second later, Tinder's bolt punctureshis shoulder, sending the Director reeling back. Instead of resisting, he uses the momentum to roll backwards, out of the Equinox's line of fire and exposing his ally instead. Foxtrot looks up to spot the green unicorn rolling into one of the roof's holes before his mind is struck with pain as two rounds from Broadshield's weapon strike his flank and side; his new armor stops the second round from puncturing his body, keeping him alive. "F@#&!" The agent roars over the winds around them, actually sitting up momentarily before falling back from dizziness. Whether Yankee was fighting or not, Foxtrot tries to patch himself up; he reaches into his pockets and pulls out a blue roll of medicated wrap, a custom product of Nivalia. Opening his heavily stained jacket, he sees the gash still pouring out blood. Rolling some out, he manages to apply it to his front injury, the wrap then  cleaning, swelling, and numbing the area. His vision begins to fade again, the unicorn dropping the wrap just to stay awake.

Somewhere Else Inside or Outside of Equestria / Re: Highrise Showdown
« on: April 04, 2016, 09:50:48 pm »
Ears ringing, Foxtrot gets up and off of Broadshield, seeing the helicopter careening towards impact with the remains of the roof. He starts to sprint towards it, his hooves glowing brightly as he comes to a sudden stop. Standing up, he points his front hoofs towards the aircraft, surrounding it with a magical aura as his back hoofs cement themselves onto the floor. The helicopter's speed and spin drastically slow down as it nears the unicorn. With less than a meter to spare it comes to a complete stop, the agent close enough to see Bravo and Juliet still inside. "Ah sh!t they g-" A sharp pain paralysis the unicorn, letting his grip go on the aircraft, leaving to fall a short distance only. He looks down to find his own blade piercing through his torso, his vision blurring as his head begins to feel feint. The feeling shatters as its pulled out, the hooked end tearing at his flesh as he drops to the floor, adrenaline and pain filling his mind. His brown eyes look up to meet Yankee's as the Director flicks off the blood from the steel. Reaching down, the agent draws his crossbow pistol, the weapon only being kicked off towards the general direction of the orange unicorn.

Areas that are not CHS or CPA / Re: About Last Night
« on: April 01, 2016, 12:17:53 pm »
"Oh it's here alright." another student says, her friends starting to emerge into the yard. Most are dressed for the occasion: shorts, bikini tops, and tshirts complemented with a few sunglasses as well. One of them appears with a black suitcase, placing it next to Tropicana as they all take seats arounds the guests, getting rather comfortable in moments.

Foxtrot sighs and lays back on his seat, relieved at the stroke of good luck. "Thank goodness. We'll just pick that up and be on our way out."

"Woah, what do you mean?" Tropicana asks, rather surprised by his statement. "You told us that if we won the bet we would keep the earnings."

A sigh exits the student as he facepalms, "Ok, can you explain what happened after I got back?"

"Well you brought back the ice, started throwing the money around and challenged the sorority to a game of beer pong." Tropicana explains. Several of the girls begin chuckling, as if there was more to this than implied. "So we set the table up, got everything ready, then you raised the stakes. It then turned to a game of strip pong; needless to say it was down to the last cup for both sides but we scored the win so uh... you kept your word."

A few whistles and cheers go out by some of the girls, leaving Foxtrot facepalming once again. "I dont know whats worse. The fact that I lost by one, or the fact that I got that far and cant remember the damn game."

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