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Published: 2015-07-28 23:03:14 +0000 UTC; Views: 389; Favourites: 1; Downloads: 0
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"Well at least Ray was able to pull Littlepip out of the fire. Sorry, but I just don’t buy it.”“Ah don’t get ya,”
“Your group is like the beginning of a bad joke,” SteelHooves elaborated. “Two covert agents, a princess descended from pre-war aristocracy and an outcast from an advanced civilization trot into a saloon and try to tell people that they’re completely normal.”
“Y’think we’re lyin’?”
“I think either you’re lying to me, or they’re lying to you.”
“What makes ya think…?!!”
“Because I was conscious, if barely. I saw all of us down for the count. That alicorn was at full strength, unimpaired, her magical shield shrugging off grenades. Choking Ray then, a moment later, she was dead, by the gun of Littlepip.”
“A single bullet hole, right through the brain. You want me to believe some innocent young woman just weeks out of a Vault did that? Do you even believe that?”
“....................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................Yeah, Ah do. Cuz that’s what happened.”
“An innocent young girl,” “Just out of a Vault. With refined criminal skills that let her pick every lock and hack every computer, even when noone else in two hundred years has managed the feat.” “For that matter, a Vault that is still in closed operation? It’s hard enough to find a Vault whose population survived.”
“Are ya suggestin’ they ain’t from a Vault?”
“No. I’m sure they’re from a Vault.” “I just find it more believable that they are highly-trained agents on a mission… perhaps from someplace akin to a Ministry of Awesome black-ops facility… than wide-eyed tourists from a repository for civilians.”
“That’s… ridiculous.”
“Really?” “She survived a train jumping off a cliff.”
“Ah caught her!”
“How did you meet her?”
“.........................................................................I nearly killed her.”
“She’d jus’ come outta ketville, where she’d cleared a nest o’ raiders" “She was covered in blood an’ wearin’ armor she’d scavenged from ‘em, so I mistook her for a raider ‘erself. Swooped outta the sky an’ started shootin’.”
“They were raiders, mind ya. Raiders ain’t that hard t’ kill.” “If yer at least a li’l lucky. An’ the terrain is on yer side.”
“I see,” “So she’s not a secret agent of death. She’s just lucky. How about the other one?”
“Velvet Remedy? She’s…” Calamity chuckled, “She’s a civilian. She’s a medic an’ a singer. How does that fit inta yer covert ops Vault theory?”
“Any other talents?”
“Does being the most beautiful thing I’ve ever met count?” “Other than that, no. I mean, well… she does have a freakish knack fer getting’ what she want. Barterin’ Ah mean. An’ talkin’ folks inta stuff, when she’s not bein’… nvr' mind”
"How about the other one?" "He's Like ah brother t' me, been that way ever since we met, ah give my life fer him, fer them. He's always been a good shoot like Littlepip, ah personaly think he's perfect fer 'er the way they get along so well."
"anything else"
"Well he is good of think'n ahead, thinki'n quickly an' always had a heart a gold, me an' Velvet respect him deeply for that."
“A direct descendant of one of the three founders of Vault-Tec. The founder who, I believe, was Vault-Tec’s face of public relations and also the sister of one of the eight most powerful figures in the pre-apocalyptic government. A descendant with skills in seduction, trade and diplomacy.”
“No, you’re right. That does sound like a civilian.”
“Okay, let’s pretend, just fer a minute, that my companions ‘ave been lyin’ t’ me through their teeth.”
“T’ what end?”
“Well,” “They marched into the center of a battle between raiders and slavers, somehow got the heads of two factions to sit down in the short one’s crosshairs, and then proceeded not only to eliminate the one they didn’t like, but to kill the dragon running the show, assuring the one they wanted was in charge…”
"Ah dare say ah had a might t’ do with that muhself.”
“To me, that sounds a lot like a special unit rearranging local power structures to suit their purposes. Whatever those purposed might be.”
“Riiiiight. Okay then, how about this? If Li’lpip was some sorta special black ops, how in tarnation could Ah ‘ave nearly killed ‘er?”
“Because underground training facilities aren’t exactly the best place to learn to fight aerial opponents. I doubt you’d be able to get the drop on her again.”
“Look, Ah’ve been with them. Y’all haven’t. Ah know they’re… surprisin’. But if ya got t’know ‘em…”
“I’d see that they’re not spies at all?”
“Ayep.”
“Not a sly, sneaky hair, then?”
“Not a one.”
“Did you know that when Littlepip sleeps, she has a cute little snore?”
