The lights of the city beneath the sea lit the waters in a vibrant shine. Movement could be seen throughout the area. Some of it made by the undersea life, maneuvering its way through the vast, yet unknown, wonder of mankind. Other forms of movement came from within the buildings, being caused by the maddened shells of humans, now turned splicer.

Among these many motion creating objects though, a single, rectangular hunk of steel rode along it's rails, it's front most headlights on as it continued to guide itself onwards. Three silhouetted figures could be seen through the lit windows. Two of them sat together on one side, seemingly enraptured in conversation. The other seemed distracted, his head facing downwards, and an odd, seemingly moving shape atop his head.

The passengers of this train, this long used member of the Atlantic Express, were simply passing the time, in the hopes that they would reach their wanted destination as soon as possible. Little did they know, however, as all things are in Rapture, things would prove to be more difficult than they were believed to be.

A vicious being, her hunger set on the taste of the flesh, clawed her way through the many ventilation and maintenence systems of Rapture. She cared not for whatever she destroyed as she went on, as she was more focused on a single, twisted, and lustful thought. The hunt of her prey. That man, and those two others that he was with.

Their scent was faint at this point, having long been integrated into the air of the ventilated systems. She could not care less though. She was focused to do nothing more but to kill, and consume them.

In most cases, she would give up a failed hunt of these sorts. After all, there was plenty more meat to go around. However, she was no longer doing this for the purpose of feeding. She had, for the first time in years, been injured by that man. Even now, she felt the dull ache in her hand and shoulder, a small amount of blood leaking from the rivet induced wounds.

She would not allow for them to get away with this. For her, the deadliest and most infamous of splicers, to be humiliated as she was, she would not allow it. She would enjoy hearing their screams, as she ripped them apart piece by piece. And, she would make sure that she left that man for last.

As she tore her way through the city, and any splicer that dared to come within two room's length of her, a certain cable was cut, sparking as it's intended target lost signal, and data.

Several parts of Rapture reacted violently to this. Lights flickered, ventilation systems shifted in temperature for a scant few moments, and, more importantly, a series of several alarms went off. Small rooms, nearly hidden from light, were bathed in red. Within these rooms, several pieces of advanced, and unseen, pieces of machinery laid. A large screen, among the center most of these rooms, flashed a large message.

'-BEGIN ANTI-PROTOCOL: WYK-
-INITIATING SEQUENTIAL LOCKDOWN-'

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It's not often that a scene such as this one plays out. Two ponies conversing with one another while an ex-metal behemoth reads through a book, a slug on my head and seemingly reading along, though I knew. All this, while riding in an underwater train. Weird, eh?

Anyways, since the girls had found, and I had ended up adopting, Mill, things had been a little... Different. I mean, sure, I guess I could deal with taking off something else... But Rarity... She was absolutely afraid of Mill.

In fact, that was pretty much the only reason she was sitting across from me, rather than next to me. Fluttershy, having been wanting to keep her company, had excused herself and went with Rarity. I didn't mind. I really didn't.

I'm not really sure why Rarity's so afraid of him, but I don't have any complaints... It's a little funny, actually, when you consider the fact that she's more afraid of Mill, a harmless slug, than she was when she first met me, a two ton, lumbering metal giant, who had slaughtered I don't know how many splicers before her eyes... Actually, that last part doesn't sound that funny when I think of it.

Glancing around, I felt Mill shift slightly from atop my head, seeming to adjust to my movement. Through the windows, I saw the train start to approach a large, metal gate, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips as I noticed this. The first benchmark in our trip to Inner Persephone.

Momentarily closing my book as the gates began to open, placing my thumb at the page I was on, I moved my gaze to my two charges.

For a moment, I just watched them. As to why... I wasn't sure. Maybe it was because I just enjoy having charges again... Actually... There was another word for it... I know what it is, but I also don't. It's strange, I know.

Suddenly, as the two were talking, Fluttershy seemed to take notice of me, both she, quickly followed by Rarity, turning their gazes to me and smiling. Fluttershy, amusingly, raised her hoof and gave me a wave.

I chuckled at this, before just as soon returning the wave. Even more amusingly though, I noticed Mill stir, rushing from my head, to my shoulder, before letting out a squeal, almost as if he were 'waving' as well. Fluttershy giggled at this, and Rarity shuddered; A reaction that I sorta figured would come from her.

Again... That word... What was it...? And why couldn't I say it...? I... I think it was- Oh Jesus!

The sudden screeching of metal and the rumbling of the cart interrupted me in a matter of seconds. Mill, my charges, and I nearly fell from our seats as the cart started to shake, barely getting our collective footing, hoofing, and... Whatever it was Mill got as we began to brace ourselves.

Focusing myself, I raised my own leg up, before, with a growl, bringing it back down. Again, the cart started to shake. Only, this time, it was the kind that I was used to. I pushed myself off the seats and to my feet, quickly, though with a stagger, dashing my way to the conductor station of the train.

I slid the door open with a grunt, my eyes quickly widening as I noticed something. We were hitting the next metal gate! I rushed for the controls, all but mashing the buttons and levers into the console to readjust the train's bad positioning. Almost instantly, the groaning and shaking of the train came to a halt, myself, and from what I could hear, the girls, letting out sighs... Also, if I didn't know better, I'd say that Mill did the same.

Giving the console a quick once over, Mill moving from my arm to the metal, I left it with a groan, heading back into the passenger section of the train to check on Fluttershy and Rarity. The two had, apparently, ended up on the ground, which caused even more worry from me as I rushed over to them.

Kneeling down next to the two, they both let out groans as they slowly picked themselves up, Rarity rubbing her head with her hoof as she did so, while Fluttershy gave hers a shake. As they opened their eyes, I found my hands were already moving on what seemed like their own.

I gently held both of their chins, their eyes widening for a moment as I them started to look them over one by one. From what I saw, there wasn't any noticeable injury, aside from some red on their faces. Just in case though, I groaned in question, asking if they were well. They seemed to understand.

"W-we're fine darling."

"Y-yes, thank you." I let out another sigh at this relief, giving the two pats on the head before standing myself up again, and moving back into the head of the train. Maybe the red on their cheeks was just embarrassment... Yeah, I'm sure it was.

As I re-entered the conductor's station, Mill still waiting there for me, I started to try to see what was causing the issue. At first, nothing. Nothing that I could see, that is. Mill, however, seemed to notice something. He started to squeal and squirm near the side of the panel. Looking to him, I saw him circling around a small screen, which was currently flashing. Raising my brow at this, I looked over to the screen, the slug raising his head up and seeming to wag his tail as I looked it over.

'Area Lockdown Initiated''

... Can it never be easy?! I nearly slammed my face into console out of sheer frustration. I mean, for fuck's sake!

I absentmindedly started to pet Mill as he let out a trill, myself giving a sigh as I started trying to figure out what we could do next...

We were in Ryan Amusements... And like any other place in Lower Rapture, from what I could remember, lock downs were always a possibility... All I'd have to do was find the console that caused it... Yeah... That'd be fun... And easy... FU-

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It had taken me a while to take control of that mini mental breakdown of mine, but, by now, I had pretty much just accepted the fact that things would never be easy.

Fluttershy and Rarity were both patiently awaiting me in the passenger area of the train, likely to see what it was that was causing all the commotion. Upon telling them, I could immediately see the concern, and exasperation, in their eyes. Not that I could blame them, really.

I myself let out a groan, both in agreement and annoyance over the subject as a whole, before I gestured for the two to follow me, once again beginning what had become our usual cycle of here and there. They both took a moment or so to ready themselves, which I had no problem with, before finally giving me their all clear; Signaling that they were ready.

As for me, I had picked up our large bag of supplies and once again wrapped it me, securing it to my back. Mill, who had been riding on my shoulder for some time now, immediately took interest in this bag, practically diving himself into it.

As I looked to the bag, I saw his head pop out for a moment; A single squeal escaped his mouth before he dove right back in.

I rolled my eyes at this and chuckled, adjusting the bag, Mill's apparent new hiding place, further up onto my back before making my way to the train exit. The sound of hooves could be heard close behind me.

Sliding the metal door open, the train releasing a hiss as it's airlock was broken, I took a quick glance around the area. It was an obviously designed train station, with a raised platform, an Atlantic Express security booth just across the way, and two doors; One to my right and, one, of more flashy presentation, to my left.

Taking in a breath of the 'fresh', recycled Rapture air, I opted to check the security booth before we would go anywhere.

I stepped from the train to the platform with ease, turning and watching as my charges did the same, a small part of my mind having worried about them tripping up.

Once they were down though, the two of them moving their gazes to me for guidance, I gave a nod, turning my head forward again and beginning to make my way to the security booth.

The door clanked and groaned open automatically as we approached it, wordlessly giving us it's permission to enter the small room.

I immediately set myself to look over the various control pads and panels of the room, hoping to see a quick solution to our problem. My charges plopped themselves down onto the floor behind me, silently waiting for me to finish.

Several sequences of buttons and levers made their way into my mind as I tried to turn off the lockdown that currently had us trapped here. Sequences that, despite my best efforts, proved useless. The same message appeared over one of the many small screens of the console. 'Area Lockdown Initiated'.

I gave out a mental sigh as I took a step back from the console, pinching the bridge of my nose and the inner edge of my eyes as another small bout of frustration hit me. I brushed it aside though, giving a small glance to my charges and instantly calming myself for the time being...

The inhibiting console was somewhere further into Ryan Amusements. We'd just have to find it... I could myself that as simply as I wanted, but I knew it would end up the opposite no matter what.

The girls stood themselves as they took notice to the fact that I had found nothing of use, trailing behind me as I moved to the more presenting of the first two doors in the room.

Atop this door, there was a large structure; Protruded and obviously created to be a sort of presentation worthy showing. Two large, though differently colored and sized, words shone with bright light, perpendicularly intersecting with one another. 'Ryan Amusements'.

Two smaller, and more official looking, signs were off to it's side. They advertised Rapture's 'Jorney To The Surface', and 'The Hall Of The Future', alongside some other useless babble.

Rarity quickly took notice of these signs, raising a brow as she read them, and a small, hopeful glint in her eyes. "Journey to the surface?" She read. "... Omega, is this-" I shook my head before she could get any other misinformed ideas of the place, her ears quickly splaying themselves back against her head as she momentarily looked to the ground. "Oh..."

Just another reason to hate this place, I guess. False hope.

We all went through the large doors of this presenting place, making our way through the preliminary station room with ease as we then reached the next room over.

I nearly flinched back in surprise as the first thing I saw was what looked like a large, painted fabric, bailed onto the wall. Candles, all of which having been snuffed out by time, surrounded the adjacent wall and image as I quickly, and confusedly, looked it over.

An image of what seemed like a silhouette figure, drawing light into an overall pitch black room. A blue, seemingly fake, butterfly covered her face, with white, hastily written text was above, and below, this creation. 'We will be reborn. She is our savior.'

I shook my head at this nonsense. It was obviously some sort of remnant from Sofia Lamb's rule of Rapture. Glancing to my charges, who both seemed to be looking at this 'artwork' with their own sense of curiosity about them, I gave a groan for them to follow.

"Eh? Wha'ssat?" And quickly regretted it. My eyes widened as I started to hear footsteps, though few in quantity, heading towards our direction. Without another sound, I turned to my charges and bobbed my head for them to follow hurriedly.

They nodded, already beginning to stay at an even closer distance to me as I made my way around the corner of the path way that held the odd painting, entering a much larger, though not by much, room.

A large, but broken down and tipped over clock laid in the middle of the room, it's hands unmoving and pointed towards the floor. Seats were to the sides of this clock, likely as a semi-functional wait area, and painted by a layer of dust. Further ahead of us, I could see the actual entrance to Ryan Amusements, four large, brass pillars -- Though two of them were unbalanced-- leading to the actual doorway, with a metal ticket taker to it's side.

To our immediate right, there lay a few pieces of junk and paperwork. Three fragmented filing cabinets, a stack of what looked like small stand-up billboards, and pair of newspaper machines, obviously dated with age. Further still, there was a large, circular glass wall, with two oddly placed chairs, likely for the abandoned idea of 'shoe shining', facing outwards towards the sea.

To our left, just past the metal seats, there was what looked like a ticket area. Two cashier posts, each with their respective cash registers, stood in attention for customers and employees that would never come, with two individual signs reading 'TICKETS' above each. Alongside this, there was an employee entrance, it's door having been ripped off and leaned against the further off wall.

It was from this ticket area that I could hear the sounds coming from.

The girls and I quickly took cover behind the seats, and the thin metal walls that accented them, as I released the safeties on both my ESU and rivet gun. I could faintly hear Mill seem to growl from within the bag, apparently having taken notice to the sudden threat.

I aimed my rivet gun towards the ticket area, controlling my breath to a calm, and at ease rate as I saw about three shadows running across the halls through the cashier openings.

Though I wasn't able to see much, I noticed that one of the three had a firearm, while the other two seemed to be holding some sort of melee weaponry. A mental question popped up as to why there were so few, compared to the much larger groups of this place, but I pushed it aside for later.

The moment I saw the first splicer take a step out of the employee doors of the ticket area, I took action. One well placed rivet to the head silenced his cries, as the other two quickly followed after their now dead comrade. Before I could get a shot, the other splicer, who was wielding a tommy gun, began to open fire, causing me to retreat back into my, and my charges', cover as we were peppered by gunfire. Bullets shot around the sides of the wall we hid behind with seemingly no end as I struggled to get a good shot on this asshole.

Soon enough though, the bullets stopped, followed shortly thereafter by the sound of sliding and clanging metal. He was reloading. A smirk came about me as I pointed my rivet gun around the corner again, hoping to end this splicer's life.

However, it was then that I realized that the thuggish splicer was not in my sights. A wrench hit against my rivet gun from the side, throwing off my aim and causing me to misfire as I thuggish splicer came out from his hiding place.

I heard the leadhead scream, "Bloody hell!", as the rivet passed centimeters near his head, myself now having to preoccupy myself with the swinging thuggish splicer in front of me.

For the most part, his strikes were plain, and simple to avoid. I was all but ready to give him a swing if my own, followed by a few thousand volts of electricity, were it not for the very clock that laid in the center of the room.

In my focus on avoiding the thuggish splicer's blows, I had stumbled back from cover, ultimately tripping over some of the rubble that was behind me and ending with my back leaning against the large clock.

The thuggish splicer grinned at this, raising his wrench up menacingly as he sought to bash my brains in, my charges both letting out two loud gasps at this.

Narrowing my eyes, I focused myself again as I stopped his swing, along with the rest of his voluntary movement, with what seemed like a single thought... Actually, it was a single thought.

I smirked again as I held my right arm towards the now paralyzed splicer, my veins giving off a faint glow as I held the splicer in my Telekinesis plasmid's grip.

The sound of a cocking gun drew my attention, as I turned my head to the now reloaded splicer, who was currently aiming his tommy gun towards me again.

An idea quickly came to mind as I looked to the splicer in my hold with a smile. The moment I saw the splicer's finger move to the trigger, I stood myself upright, lifting the other splicer into the air before then holding him in front of me.

Again, a barrage of bullets rained. This time though, I had mobile cover. A meat shield.

The splicer screamed and cried out as the bullets of the leadhead hit him, rather than me, his blood splattering back and forth as the various pieces of lead pierced through him. Some of this blood landed on me, but I paid it no mind, instead slowly starting to move myself forward as my shield continued to absorb damage for me.

Eventually, the splicer in my grip died, a painful death, but the other kept on firing. Once I was close enough though, I showed him exactly how powerful the plasmid I was using was.

With a flick of my wrist, the body of the splicer was jettisoned towards the splicer at unbelievable speed. He had no time to rect as his previous buddy's corpse hit him dead on, snapping several of him bones, collapsing his lungs, and, though this goes without saying, killing him.

He and the corpse ended up embedded into the wall of the ticket area they had just come from, blood spilling from their broken bodies, creating a small puddle and trail of crimson below them.

I waited another moment, my guard still raised as I scanned the room for anymore threats. Once I was certain that no one else was coming, I gave out a sigh, finally allowing my weapons to lower, and my plasmid to conceal itself again, as I gave a groan for my charges.

I saw the two slowly peak their heads around the corners of the cover we had taken, themselves glancing around the room before making their way out, and towards me.

"Well, that was... Something." Rarity said, flinching as her gaze shifted over to the three bodies of the now dead splicers. Fluttershy, in the meantime, had her focus completely on me, likely trying to avoid even glancing to the dead, mutilated bodies.

Another thing though, was that I noticed what looked like a grimace momentarily flash across Fluttershy's features. "Um... O-Omega... You're covered in..." She trailed off, her forehoof pointing to my shirt and waist.

Following this, I looked down at myself, a sigh escaping me as I noticed just how right she was. The tan blazer that I had been wearing had several splatters of blood about it, some of it dripping downwards. My white dress shirt was even worse, seeming as if someone had taken a can of paint and poured it on me.

My pants were relatively fine, considering they were already black, and made the blood hard to see, but my arms were covered from the shoulder down to the elbow in red. Just great.

I shook my head as I wiped off a small amount of this excess blood, mentally cursing the splicers for their fault in this, and partially myself... Its going to be a while before I can touch Fluttershy or Rarity. At least as long as it takes for me to find some place to wash this off, that is.

As I was doing this, Mill once again peaked his head out of the supply bag, seeming to take a look around, now that the splicers were gone. I glanced to him and just patted him on his head, before then motioning for the girls to follow me again.

As I turned back to face the entrance to Ryan Amusements, I noticed there was a sort of... Sign, near the door. One I didn't recall seeing before... Or at least just didn't care enough to remember over the years.

'Please insert tickets into booth. Warning: Parasites will be punished.'

In other words, if you tried to break into the place, a security system would go off... Damn it. And that was the easiest way too!

Looking back to the area that the three splicers had just recently come from, and were even more recently resting in death, an idea quickly came to mind.

It was a ticket booth, after all. What's to say that there isn't at least one?

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Upon entering the ticket area of the Ryan Amusements entrance, a rectangular neon sign against the far wall quickly greeted the four, alongside the stench of iron and bloodshed. 'Security Monitoring Room', it read, stationed above a scant few cushioned chairs, a lamp providing a slightly more atmospheric light to the scene.

The entrance area of Ryan Amusements had always been very bundled and disorganized. So much so, that the ticket area even had to share their gifted space with the department of security. Many complained, of course. But then again, what choice did they have.

As Omega and his charges walked through the small room, leading to another hall, Omega would search whatever filing cabinet or cash register that he could find, hoping to obtain some objects of his use. About fifty-five dollars worth of money was had reward, alongside a bottle of pop-up cola, which he had decided that he'd save for later.

Once the room was searched, Fluttershy and Rarity having taken part in the seeking of resources as well, Omega called for the two, groaning that they should move on. He allowed them to go slightly ahead of him as they went through the doorway, and into the next hallway.

Unbeknownst to Omega, however, his bag lost a small amount of weight as a certain slug silently made his way out, eyeing the corpses that the former Big Daddy had left behind.

Upon entering the hall, Omega was quickly met with another view of the open ocean, what with the glass walls leading him onwards. To his left, there was a shattered glass casing. It seemed as though various weapons had previously rested there, including a rather large, and oversized one. Now it was empty though, completely void of ammunition and the like.

To his, and his charges', right, the hall continued, stopping downwards in an odd slope. At the end of this slope, however, lied something that caused Omega's eyes to widen. An oversized metal machine, firmly implanted into the wall. What seemed like two large, novelty pistols were pointed outwards from it, their barrels nearly double the size of the actual weapon itself. In between these gun barrels, there hung a fabric, with bold, though slightly faded, text written upon it.

'Power To The People'

Without a word, Omega quickly made his way over to the machine, giving it a quick once over as his charges followed shortly behind him. The two looked over the machine with curiosity, having not yet seen one of it's kind here in Rapture.

"'Power To The People'?" Fluttershy read aloud. "W-what does that do?" Omega smiled as she asked this question, nodding in satisfaction as he seemed the machine to be working at it's full capacity.

He did not directly answer her question though. Rather, he removed one of his two pieces of weaponry from his arm, his ESU, and pushed a button on the machine. A metal compartment was opened by the electronic weapon upgrade station, which Omega, almost excitedly, stuffed his ESU, glove and all, into.

Upon detecting that it held something in it's metal container, the machine closed itself again. For a moment, nothing happened, once again drawing questioning looks from the girls, and this time, an anxious one from Omega.

"...I swear, if this thing just ate my ESU, I'm gonna-" Omega's thought remained unfinished as the machine started to let out a series of whirs and beeps. Several tools sprouted from it's sides, before then using a small opening in the container to put itself to work.

Fluttershy and Rarity watched in awe as a variety of processes occurred within the machine, ranging from the simple addition of a few screws, to the welding of new metals.

Minutes passed as this continued, before, with a satisfying ding released from the machine, the several tools retreated to their previous locations, and the compartment which held Omega's weapon opened with a hiss.

He couldn't help the smile on his face as he saw the new product of the upgrade's work.

His ESU had been given an overhaul, to say the least. The large, bulky glove that originally was fitted for his Big Daddy suit seemed trimmer, and more natural in size. The metal workings of the weapon were sleek, clean, and new. Finally, and more importantly, three metal prongs surrounded the weapon, seeming to come together at the actual center of the mass.

Omega retrieved his weapon with an almost careful grasp, circling it in his grip a few times before fitting it back onto his left hand, just under his rivet gun. To him, it even felt new. As if it was a totally different glove that he was wearing altogether. He knew, however, that it was still his old weapon... And that it had been changed in more ways than just its looks.

As the Power To The People machine switched a small sign that was under it to 'closed', as it would need quite some time to recharge, Omega aimed his ESU further down the hall, aiming down the next slope that he and his charges would need to go down.

His charges were unsure of what he was doing, but, before they could even ask, his ESU began to let out a deafening crackle. Then, as if it were some sort of contained bolt of lightning, it focused all of it's electrical energy forward, and fired it with a flash.

It hit the far off glass wall, burning a black spot into it as Omega gave a seemingly gleeful chuckle.

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This. Is. AWESOME!

Haha! Who needs Electro Bolt when I've basically got ranged, mobile taser in my hands! Whoo!

Of course, the small shot of electricity that this shoots forward will only be enough to stun someone, but I don't particularly care! The only downside about this is that, every time I fire, the ESU needs a small time to recharge, making it nothing more than a piece of metal attached to a glove in that short span of time. But, hey, I can live with it!

It's a shame that the Power To The People machine is disabled though... Bah, maybe we'll find more on the way. Either way, this is great!

As the ESU regained it's electrical sizzle once more, I glanced over to my charges, who currently had wide eyes pointed to the scorch mark that I had just created into the far off wall. I chuckled at this, but held myself from petting them, or the like. I was still covered in blood, after all.

So, instead, I loudly cleared my throat, quickly attracting their attention as I gestured that we should move on. Though glints of shock were still, comically, in their eyes, they nodded, quickly following my lead as we continued down the hall.

In our short walk, we came across a break area, with a few chairs and a TV spread about it, though nothing particularly interesting of it, and a Vita-chamber, which I mentally cursed out. After this though, we came upon something else.

A small maintenance area, holding a few toolboxes as workbenches here and there. Near the corner of the minuscule room, there was an automated door, a label that said 'manager's office' having been screwed into the wall above it. Walking up to it, I felt a growl of annoyance escape me as it didn't open, instead letting out a metal clunk. It was locked. Now what were we supposed to d-

"Omega," Rarity called out, my head turning to her in reaction, "perhaps this will help?" She suggested, pointing her forehoof elsewhere.

Following where she pointed, I saw there was a small opening in a glass window that separated the office, from here. And through that window, I could see a familiar, metallic box. I smirked, again desperately wanting to show Rarity my thankfulness, though instead having to settle on a grateful nod in her direction.

I reached into my bag of supples and grabbed hold of the hacking tool I had stashed there. As I did so though, a faint thought came to me. Wasn't Mill supposed to be in there? For a moment, I was worried about this, before, suddenly, a sense of self idiocy came upon me. He was probably just further down in the bag. He certainly seemed like something that could go through small spaces, so its likely that the material in my bag were no different.

Removing the hack tool, along with a single dart, from the bag, I took aim with it towards the control panel, letting out a breath as I pulled the trigger, and fired. The moment the dart stuck into the control panel, the hack tool beeped to life, already beginning to let out small sparks as it started it's procedure.

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It was a matter of seconds before the door to the manager's office was opened, the control panel's previously red light turning green as it allowed it's intruders, turned guests, entrance.

Inside of the room, there sat many file cabinets and folders, likely being comprised of the many financial and statistical files of the manager's station. A glass window gazed into the park, providing a small, narrow view of what was within, such as what looked like an animatronic, and an office scene.

Near this window, there was a large, wooden desk. This was the first thing that Omega started to dig through after getting into the room, his mindset on a single, bright yellow, and large ticket.

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Cabinet after cabinet, I emptied the contents of the desk onto the floor, building a pile of papers beneath my feet as I searched for a ticket. Rarity and Fluttershy were currently looking about the room as well, but more out of interest, than search. I didn't really see any fault with that though. Besides, they didn't really know what I was looking for in the first place.

Eventually, after what felt like hours, I managed to narrow my search down to a single, remaining cabinet, myself giving a gulp as I gripped it's handle, and began to pull. Please be there. Please be there. Please be there!

Giving out another breath, I slowly started to pull the cabinet open, listening and watching as I slowly gained a better view of the dark box, it's greased wheels being guiding along it's bearings as it did so... Nothing...

The cabinet was empty... Damn it all.

Giving out an exasperated sigh, I leaned myself against the desk, the paperwork beneath my feet shifting from my movement, and the desk being bumped forward... As I did so, however, I noticed something.

Far back, into the corner of the wooden cabinet, there was a small, almost impossible to notice, scrap. My brow rose as I reached my for it, my curiosity piqued as I grabbed hold of it in between my fingertips. I pulled at it with the utmost care, shifting it left and right so I would have less risk of breaking it.

Eventually, as more and more of became visible, my eyes started to widen. With one last flick of the wrist, now pulling the sheet completely off of it's held place, I put the rectangular piece of paper before me, and almost disbelievingly read it's text.

'RYAN AMUSEMENTS- ADMIT FOUR'

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As the collective terminals continued in their processes, activating their long abandoned procedure, a far off capsule could be seen in the corner of the room. A red light continued to flash above it as 'Anti-Protocol: WYK' continued in it's progress.

It was foggy, outside and inside, of the capsule, disallowing any sight of the inner room whatsoever... However, that did not stop the large series of cracks that started to appear in large clusters. Each of them, having been caused by impact.

Impacts... That came from within.

'-Anti-Protocol: WYK-
-Subject Echo Initiated-'

Author's Notes:

I have to say, I was really excited for the first of many Power to the People machines. And here it is! Now, the reason I chose to upgrade the ESU, rather than the rivet gun, was because the rivet gun was still a damn effective weapon. Upgrading it at this point wouldn't really be sensical in this regard, compared to this.

Now for chapter comments.
-The hell is Mill doing?
-The fuck is going on?

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