The walk to the Everfree shouldn’t take too long. The old medicine zebra, Zecora, had a hut out here that we cleaned up. There were some who thought it was desecration—we dismissed that concept, given how it looked as if others had been here before us. Now it’s our communal lodge and clinic while…
Oh, well, hmm. Well, first off what seems to be giving you the most trouble? Who are we defending against?
Right now, just the local denizens: hellhounds, the occasional parasprite that flutters by. Mostly it’s just day-to-day survival needs now. None of us have any sort of security training. Seems that the Enclave cowards that did this don’t want to tangle with anything down here in the Everfree—either that or they think we’re all dead.
*while the two were talking, Hazy Days lands behind them. She listens in intently. Fluttershy had sent her as a Followers of the Apocalypse envoy to assess the situation for the former Stable residents, being too frightened of her own experiences with the Everfree to be ready to return just yet.*
“First of all, what’s the situation with weapons?”
Octave turns around, caught off guard by the new arrival. She brought her PipBuck up quickly, using her EFS to see the intent of the newly landed pegasus.
The indicator shows up a static green, and the Overmare exhales in relief. It is then replaced by new inquisitional nature she’d developed since the Enclave’s attack on Stable 7.
“W-who are you, and where did you come from? Are you Enclave?” She looks to Proverb, hoping that the Dashite is armed.
Proverb whirls around at the new voice, her hoof flying to her pistol, only to slowly relax as Octave addresses the new arrival. At the mention of Enclave however, and taking a look over the mare’s uniform, she tenses up again.
Octave would note that she is in fact rather well armed, carrying a Dragunov SVD across her back, and having a Colt M1911 holstered to her leg.
She looks over at Octave briefly, the one-eyed mare remaining on her guard.
Hazy flitters up, only to raise her hooves to indicate she means no harm. At this point, her cutie mark (or rather burned out lack of one) would be pretty clear.
“Woah now. Miss Fluttershy sent me. She’s sorry she can’t be here herself, but she’s had bad experiences with this place, and the idea of ever coming back here still almost makes her wet herself.”
The name crosses Sunlight’s ears, and her face pauses in a skeptical pose. This may have been a friendly contact, but the story seemed downright unbelievable. "You mean to tell me, that… Fluttershy, the Fluttershy, mare of the Ministry of Peace that by even my simple math should be long dead, sent you to see if we needed any help.“ Pausing for a second, she doesn’t notice a brand on Hazy’s flanks, nor does the uniform she’s wearing resemble anything that any of the Enclave personnel that stormed Stable 7 wore.
"I’m going to take a leap of faith here and say that I believe you.” She exhales softly. "All of the Stable’s security ponies were killed in the attack, and the armory was one of many places near the primary entrance that we couldn’t reach once the Enclave began their bombardment. We’ve fashioned sticks, clubs–very rudimentary items, as well as a few unique surprises to anypony who enters that means us harm. The closest I’ve seen to a firearm here is what Miss Proverb has on her.“
"You said your name was Hazy Days, yes? I am Sunlight Octave, Overmare of… well, what remains of Stable 7.”.
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