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#Post#: 1940--------------------------------------------------
Re: Woodland Expedition
By: Foxtrot Date: March 31, 2014, 12:01 pm
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With Mesa on board, Foxtrot begins moving back through the
brush. However he doesn't see the stray branch placed close to
his guitar string suddenly, the sound of it being plucked echoes
through the woods. The group in the clearing pause, their
weapons up in all directions. "What the hay was that?" the earth
pony asks. A tense silence fills the air as Foxtrot looks for
any kind of distraction, deciding that the best way to lull the
hunters back to their previous calm state is another noise. Not
really sure of the success, the unicorn begins to whistle like
one of the local birds.
The pegasus returns to leaning back against one of the kennels,
"Eh, just some wildlife, let's get back to sorting this out."
Shrugging off the musical note, the group returns to cleaning up
and packing things away. Foxtrot looks over to Mesa once more to
make sure she's still in place. From there he begins to
carefully backtrack through the woods until he hits the edge
with the town in sight just some distance away. Still having a
job to do, the unicorn dashes out into the fields, to the Royal
Guard's office with a plan that might end better than expected.
Back at the clearing the distant, authentic sounds of the forest
begins to surround it. The group are almost done securing things
when one of the cubs manages to break out. It makes a beeline
straight towards the bush Mesa's hiding in. It gets within a
foot away from the mare's face when it's finally tackled by the
pegasus, "Damn it I thought you drugged this one!" The cub
struggles to get away, crying out as it's picked up and carried
towards the kennel again.
"I did!" the other unicorn shouts as she prepares another
tranquilizer dart. "The little bugger is stubborn."
#Post#: 1972--------------------------------------------------
Re: Woodland Expedition
By: Shadowed Mesa Date: April 1, 2014, 8:32 pm
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Mesa tensed as the sound of the plucked guitar string echoed
through the clearing, worriedly darting a look towards Foxtrot.
She was half-reaching towards her crossbow, when he whistled and
the trappers brushed it off as a bird call. Letting out a silent
sigh of relief, Mesa gave the departing stallion a nod of
farewell, then turned her attention back to the clearing.
Crouching down slightly instead of sitting again in preparation
of following the group out of the forest, she watched through
the bushes as the bear cub escaped from the kennel and ran
towards her. Eyes widening in alarm, Mesa took a single step
back before a twig cracked loudly under her back hoof. She
froze, afraid of making more noise, and held her breath as the
cub neared. She flinched slightly as the pegasus caught it only
a foot in front of her, starting to breathe again only when the
trapper carried it back to its kennel. That was way too close,
she thought, but didn't dare back up in case of drawing
attention to herself or losing sight of the ponies in the
clearing. So she just stayed very still, waiting for the group
to move out.
#Post#: 1979--------------------------------------------------
Re: Woodland Expedition
By: Foxtrot Date: April 2, 2014, 1:43 pm
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After the cub is secured back into the kennel the pegasus
addresses the group once more. "Alright, let's get goin! Gotta
be at the station in 20; cover up the bears and have that
blowdart ready just in case. We're looking for 417 when we get
there, so stay alert." Nodding, the hunters once again reach
into the bushes, pulling out small carts, one for each cage and
kennel. The bears, now asleep, simply snore as their cages are
covered with old tarp and secured with small locks. The group
finishes prep work and begin exiting the clearance to head back
to Ponyville."
As they continue through the shrubbery the earth pony picks up
his pace, trotting up to the pegasus who was navigating up
ahead. "Hey what does this 417 look like?"
The pegasus shrugs, "Not really sure myself. Ask for a badge
number, look for 417, and that's our guy." By now the group has
reached the edge of the forest, ahead of them was a small, worn
out trail leading to the train station. "Once we meet them they
give the papers, and we give them the bits. Load up on the train
and that's it."
#Post#: 1990--------------------------------------------------
Re: Woodland Expedition
By: Shadowed Mesa Date: April 3, 2014, 2:08 am
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Mesa perked her ears at the mention of a mysterious '417', but
to her disappointment, the pegasus didn't elaborate. She watched
as they covered the bears, and when the last pony exited the
clearing, she silently darted out of the bushes. She paused
briefly in the clearing, sighing as she looked around at the
forest. I'll come back and explore later, she promised herself,
then took off in the direction of the departing group. Flying a
foot or so above the ground, she followed the trappers as they
made their way through the forest.
Seeing the Earth pony and pegasus conversing at the head of the
group, Mesa sped up to fly several feet to their side, hidden by
the Everfree's dense undergrowth. She strained to hear their
conversation, frowning slightly. 417 again, she noted. I'll need
to remember that. I should mention it to Foxtrot when I see him.
Seeing the forest starting to thin, Mesa dropped behind the
group again, following as close as she dared.
She stayed at the edge of the forest as the five ponies
continued on towards the train station. It looked like they were
headed straight there, and Mesa knew she had to give herself
enough time to get to the station before the trappers did. So
staying a few feet into the forest, she flew towards the station
as fast as she could, staying parallel to the edge of the trees.
When she was as close to the station as the forest reached, she
landed and poked her head cautiously out of the shrubbery. After
glancing around briefly, she set off at a run towards the train
station. As she neared it, she slowed a little, glancing around
for Foxtrot.
#Post#: 1993--------------------------------------------------
Re: Woodland Expedition
By: Foxtrot Date: April 3, 2014, 11:04 am
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After a brief detour, Foxtrot approaches the train station,
stopping when he sees the front gates closed. 'TRAIN UNDERGOING
MAINTENANCE. STATION CLOSED TODAY' The sign at the front reads.
"Oh no, a sign." The unicorn faintly whines, "I guess I better
go home." Obviously not going home he simply trots around the
building and ends up at the boarding gate; the train itself
quietly sits there, not a single sound of any staff is heard,
nor are any seen.
Walking alongside the train, Foxtrot doesn't notice the guard
coming up beside him, a stern look already on his face. "Hey
you! You know this station is closed right?"
Foxtrot slightly jumps, more surprised that he didn't notice the
guard in the first place than actually being startled."Huh? Oh
um, yea I uh... saw the sign. I just um, wanted to see if anyone
here can tell me what time the train should be running tomorrow.
I gotta get to Canterlot to see the Royal Guard there to
reenlist."
The guard eases up a bit, sure that the conversation shouldn't
take too long, "The station will be open at regular time
tomorrow." He scans the unicorn, "So you said you were a guard?
How many years?"
Foxtrot scratches his head, "Uh, about five years I believe. I
was a 1st lieutenant, graduated from the Officers Academy, class
467."
"467? Really?" The guard asks, his tone lightening up
considerably. "I was class 417. Did you have Higgins for
physical training?"
"Oh that guy was a pain in the flank!" the unicorn chuckles,
stifling a laugh from the guard as well. "But yea he knew what
he was doing though." Glancing over the guards shoulder, Foxtrot
sees Mesa approaching the station and looks back to the guard,
"But yeah I should get going. I don't want to keep you from your
duties officer..."
"Southhoof." the guard answers, lifting his hoof, "It's been
good meeting you mister..."
The unicorn grips the guard's hoof and gives it a good shake,
"Foxtrot, and the feeling's mutual." With the hoofshake done
Foxtrot heads over to the front gate and opens it, "You can
close it from here, right?" He asks as he looks back at the
guard, who in turn answers with a nod. "Alright then, have a
good one!" Now outside of the station, the pony waves over to
the pegasus, hoping she would spot him.
#Post#: 2004--------------------------------------------------
Re: Woodland Expedition
By: Shadowed Mesa Date: April 4, 2014, 10:39 am
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Mesa frowned as she drew closer to the station and caught sight
of the closed gates, but brightened as she saw Foxtrot. She
quickly trotted over to him. "Foxtrot, the trappers are heading
straight here. They're meeting the guard and exchanging bits for
some sort of papers, and they kept referring to the guard as
'417'," she told him, confusion evident on her face. "I'm not
sure what that means, though... It's not a badge number. Is
there some other way guards are identified?" She trailed off
thoughtfully, before glancing at the sign hung on the gates and
frowning.
"Either way, they're not going to be too happy about the station
being closed. What do you think they'll do now?" She looked back
at Foxtrot. "And did you alert the guards? Shouldn't some have
come with you?" She added, glancing around before looking
faintly embarrassed. "Um, if that's how this works. You didn't
really elaborate on what the plan is after meeting here."
#Post#: 2007--------------------------------------------------
Re: Woodland Expedition
By: Foxtrot Date: April 4, 2014, 2:54 pm
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Foxtrot's ears slightly fold back as he lightly smiles, "Oh
yea... I didn't plan that far ahead. B-but I do have a plan now.
I talked to the Royal Guard, and they're on their way right now.
As for the station being closed," The unicorn looks at the gates
and the surrounding area, the space around them is still
desolate as when he arrived some time ago. "The guard did that
on purpose. Said it was for maintenance but I know that's a
lie." Foxtrot looks back to Mesa, his grin increasing ever so
slightly, "Thankfully that same guard is the one doing the
exchange; his graduating class is 417. As for the papers... Well
I'm not really sure what they could be." Foxtrot looks back at
the station and chuckles, "I guess there's only one way to find
out." The unicorn begins trotting over to the station, listing
off more to the left than the actual front gate. He stops in
front of a few crates stacked along the wall, then turns to the
pegasus, "So, did you want to distract him or knock him out? I'm
alright with either role myself."
#Post#: 2017--------------------------------------------------
Re: Woodland Expedition
By: Shadowed Mesa Date: April 5, 2014, 12:33 am
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At hearing that the station had been closed on purpose, Mesa
wanted to facehoof. "Oh. That makes sense." Despite her
embarrassment, she looked relieved when Foxtrot said he already
knew which guard was neeting with the trappers. So that's what
417 meant... She followed Foxtrot as he went to the side of the
station gates, face curious as to just what the plan was. But at
the unicorn's question, Mesa visibly recoiled, ears going back.
"Wait, what? I didn't know we were going be hurting anypony,"
she said, looking distressed. Mock fighting or defending
yourself was one thing, but deliberately hurting another pony
was different. Mesa took a deep breath before continuing. "I
mean, if it's the only way... but Foxtrot, is that really
necessary?"
#Post#: 2018--------------------------------------------------
Re: Woodland Expedition
By: Foxtrot Date: April 5, 2014, 9:18 am
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Foxtrot pauses at Mesa's concern; making her uncomfortable was
the last thing he wants to do. "We can distract him to get the
papers without knocking him out, but if he's still here he can
tip of the hunters if the guards come early. If the guards come
in later than he can divert them away from where the poachers
stored the bears." The unicorn lightly sighs as he scans the
station once more, "Mesa, you have my complete trust in this
situation; your thoughts and concerns matter to me just as much
as my own. If you have any ideas, I'm all ears."
#Post#: 2029--------------------------------------------------
Re: Woodland Expedition
By: Shadowed Mesa Date: April 6, 2014, 3:01 am
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Mesa studied the ground as she listened, biting her lip. She had
been so careful since she had left the Badlands several years
before, so desperate to not hurt anypony else. But she had never
really been in a situation like this. Her head shot up when
Foxtrot said he trusted her, surprise obvious in her blue eyes.
But as he asked for another idea, Mesa's sighed quietly, looking
back down. She didn't have the slightest idea of what else she
and Foxtrot could do.
If it's the only option, I could do it. I mean, there can't be a
peaceful solution to everything. So yeah, I could do it. If I
really wanted to. Right? Mesa wasn't sure why she was even
really considering the idea; normally she would have walked off
by now. But pent-up frustrations had been building for a long
time, knowing that she could have protected those who were most
important, but she didn't... She messed up... What if she messed
up again, because she was too afraid to do as much as knock a
criminal out? "Dang it, Foxtrot!" Mesa suddenly snapped, before
looking back up and at the stallion sternly. "I'll distract, but
only because I don't have a better plan. I don't how the hell I
got into this! Just tell me what you had in mind," she muttered,
looking uncharacteristically annoyed, but with the slightest
tinge of vulnerability in her gaze that made it obvious she was
more worried than angry.
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