The trials and tribulations of managing your own personal pony village.
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Thread 30362584 Post 30364234

!F9CBa509ak 2017-06-21 10:43:55 No. 30364234
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> In the end, nine guards had been assigned to this.
> Six human, and three ponies.
> No chance had been taken; Chrysocolla wasn't going to be escaping this.
> Similarly, the raid was being done in broad daylight - both for speed, and because it wasn't as likely she'd have slipped away.
> The grate Windy Winters claimed she had been slipping in and out through was circled first; true enough, it was very loose.
> You glance up to Gene with a nod.
"We'll go for the storm drain vault. If she isn't there somehow, close it all back up and wait her out."
> "Agreed."
> Leaving three guards behind - two humans and a pony - the rest of you circle around.
> The vault itself has little to show on the surface except for a round metal plate set into the ground - a 'manhole' (how typical of humans to name something arbitrarily after them).
> Next to it, though, is the far larger double sheet metal doors belonging to the utility vault.
> Gene motions to the that second vault:
> "Radio it in - have them shut off the electricity in there."
> Moments later the entire street goes dark, a bizarre silence falling as everypony who had been working comes to a halt.
> "Good. Unlock the storm vault; we'll open that one first.
> One guard kneels to undo the padlock holding it shut while another fits a lever to one of several small holes.
> Then Seismic Shift steps up, taking the lever in his mouth and quickly dragging the entire plate aside with a flick of his neck in a prodigious display of Earth Pony strength.
> Immediately you are at the side of the hole, peering down into it.
> Stretching your neck out over the hole reveals an expansive, shadowed space falls away to three sides of the manhole.
> On the fourth sits the ladder used to enter the storm drain.
> Despite the very limited light falling into the space, you can clearly see small stacks of supplies and materials to either side of the channel meant to carry the water.
"Chrysocolla!"
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