I stood on the tarmac, quivering in terror. I tried very hard to keep my eyes straight ahead, but they kept darting over to Drill Sergeant Door, who stood beside me with an irritated, disapproving, expression.

“Alright, private…” He said. “This is your last chance. You’ve already failed twice.”

He looked me in the eye, I could feel his loathing pour into me. “I don’t like failures. Do you know why?”

“N-no s-sir.” I squeaked.

“WHAT? I AM NOT A ‘SIR’! I WORK FOR A LIVING YOU MOOOOORRRRROOOOOON!” He roared. “YOU WILL CALL ME SERGEANT, OR YOU WILL CALL ME SERGEANT DOOR! DO. I. MAKE. MY. SELF. CLEAR?”

“YES, SERGEANT DOOR!” I yelped.

“Excellent.” He snorted, blasting a puff of steam from his nostrils. “I don’t like failures because they make me look bad.”

He sat on his haunches in front of me and looked me directly in the eye. “They make me look bad, they make your handler look bad, and most importantly, they make Spectrum look bad. You don’t want to make Spectrum look bad, do you?”

“N-no... S-Sarge-Sergeant!.”

“Good.” He pulled a stopwatch out of his uniform pocket. “I will say ‘go’. When I say ‘go’, you will turn around, and fly through this obstacle course. You will complete it in less than thirty seconds. You will do a fine job. If you don’t, you will be fed to the wasteland, and nopony will ever see you again. Do I make myself clear, number ten?!”

“Yes, Sergeant!” I gulped.

“GO!”

I spun around and shot towards the flight course as quickly as I could, counting every second in my head.

The first obstacle was easy. It was little more than multiple cloud rings that I needed to fly through. With the turns at almost ninety degree angles. Those were easy for me, even at six. I could turn on a dime. Four seconds.

The next required me to make a steep dive and break away parallel to the ground. Despite my nerves screaming at me to pull up as I shot downwards, I forced myself to continue. I knew I could make this one, too. Seven seconds.

Tears streamed through my eyes as the wind whipped dust into them, forcing me to blink hard to clear them. When I opened my eyes once more, the ground was too close.

I panicked, and pulled up sharply. I felt a sharp pain in a forehoof and knew that I’d chipped it. I pushed back the pain, and continued onward. Eight seconds.

I had to navigate my way through a short maze at top speed. Fourteen seconds.

Launch myself through a small hoop without catching. Fifteen seconds.

I was starting to lose my breath. Starting to slow down. I couldn’t keep up this pace. My wing muscles were getting tired, but I couldn’t stop. I had to pass.

Now came the hard part.

Drag a heavy weight over a large gap. Twenty-one seconds.

I was panting now. The sweat was getting in my eyes and blinding me.

The final obstacle. Two laps around the hundred-meter ring.

It was too close. I wouldn’t make it.

I panicked, and put on another burst of speed. One lap. Twenty-five seconds.

I was starting to wear out. It was getting harder to breathe. I started to sweat.

My wings were cramping.

Just.

A little.

Bit.

More.

I broke past the line, finishing the second lap, and skidded to a halt, my hooves grinding uncomfortably on the asphalt. Once I’d stopped, I slumped to the ground, panting heavily, and coated with sweat.

I managed to push myself up, but my legs were shaking violently. It felt as though my wing muscles were on fire.

“Twenty-nine and a half seconds.” Called Drill Sergeant Door. “Just short of failing, but still a pass.”

I was having some trouble staying on my hooves. I wanted to just pass out on the spot, but my fear of the Sergeant wouldn’t let me.

“I have to say I’m a bit disappointed in you. You should be able to do better than that, number ten, considering your… family… but I guess that this is the best we can get from you.” He sighed.

Then he snapped back to attention and resumed his usual screaming demeanor. “CONGRATULATIONS! You are now an official member of Spectrum! You WILL return to your handler. You WILL return to your barracks. You WILL take a shower. And you WILL begin your full training tomorrow. DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR, TRAINEE?”

“Y-yes… Sergeant.” I gasped.

“DIS-MISSED!”

I took one step forward, and fainted.

~~~

Something that most pegasi who’ve received a standard education are aware of is the concept of ‘sensory gating’. In laypony’s terms, this refers to how the brain filters out certain sensations. It’s the reason most ponies can’t feel their clothes and fur every single second of every single day. This is important for pegasi, because it doesn’t apply to wings. A pegasus can feel every single movement of every single feather at every single second. It’s extremely important for flight. It also applies to the entire wing. It’s the reason why our wings are so sensitive.

Unfortunately, it also means that the pain from certain wing injuries is significantly intensified.

This is why I was on the verge of tears as Zeed kept poking at the massive bruise on my left margin.

“Good news Raid…” The Zebra said. “It’s just a bone bruise.”

I winced as my wing twitched involuntarily. “Oh goddesses, that hurts. A potion will clear it up, right?”

“Well… yeah… kinda…”

I sighed. “What’s the –grk- catch? And will you stop poking it?”

“I’m trying to find out where it is.” She snapped back. “It’s under your stupid feathers. Would you rather I pluck those out to get at it?”

I quickly snapped my jaw shut.

“Speaking of feathers… yours are a mess, dude.” Stock snorted as she searched through our saddlebags. I was very much glad that I knew how to waterproof the bags, but Stock insisted on making sure that the seals held. “When was the last time you preened?”

I whimpered at the pain of another poke. “Three- no, four days.”

My undead friend’s jaw dropped. “Holy crap. What the fuck have you been doing?”

“Trying to –GYAAAAAA-HA-HA-HAAAGH!” I screamed at the sensation of something being stabbed into my wing. I spun to see Zeed holding a syringe in her mouth. “A little warning please?”

“Somepony’s bitchy.” She replied with a deadpan expression. “It’s just a potion.”

“You’re one to talk, Miss Moody.” I deadpanned right back at her as I carefully folded my bruised wing against my side while I waited for it to heal. “Give me a break, I’m in a shitload of pain right now.”

I turned back to Stock. “Anyway, I haven’t had that many chances to-GGAAAGH! SONOFABITCH! For the love of Celestia, stop fuckin’ doing that!”

I glared at the zebra as she spat out a med-x syringe and shrugged. “You said you were in a lot of pain.”

“Again. Warnings are very much appreciated.” I said in as even a tone as I could manage.

She rolled her eyes and smirked at me. “You might wanna get out of here before you get hypothermia. I need to check Knives.”

She trotted over the striped unicorn in question, who was standing in the doorway with my jacket in her hoof, shivering and looking away from me. She was still completely soaked. Her dark green mane was plastered to her face and neck, some of the wires she had tied into it stuck out from between the strands. Her wet fur was-

I should really stop thinking about this before I pop a wingie… I do not want to deal with that.

I shrugged. “Like I said before, I’m fine in the cold.”

Stock grinned. “And I could traipse merrily along the bottom of the arctic ocean if I wanted.”

“Didn’t you do that last year?” I snarked.

“No, it was the year before that.” Okay… not the answer I was expecting.

“You feeling alright, Knives? You’re running a little hot.” Zeed smirked at her friend.

A little me in the back of my brain sniggered and said, ‘Damn right!’

I mentally slapped that tiny me, and threw him in the basement of my mind. This was not a time for lewd thoughts, though I had to agree, Knives was pretty damn hot.

“Aye... he... Hot... right...” Knives said.

“You’ll be fine, Knives. We just need to dry you off.” Zeed continued.

“There should be a dry towel at the bottom of your bag.” I said.

The zebra rummaged through the bag, and pulled out the lime green towel a look of confusion plastered on her face. “Why... did you pack a towel?”

“A towel has many uses.” I said cheerfully. “I always bring a few with me.”

Zeed blinked at me as she hoofed the towel over to Knives. “Don’t you need one? That water looks… cold.”

The zebra blushed and coughed into her hoof.

“Meh. I’m good.” I peeked through the doorway at the catwalk behind me, most of which had been destroyed by the mine I’d triggered.

In addition to the door closest to the explosion now being about half again its original size, the former multi-directional catwalk was little more than a mass of twisted metal, apparently there had been enough force to get a good portion of it embedded into one of the door frames. Two of the other six former paths had dropped down blast doors, cutting off our access to them. A fourth was blocked by debris, leaving us with only two possible ways through the facility. However, the large gap in the catwalk would be impossible to cross on hoof.

“Now how in the hell are we going to get past that?”

“Two pegasi, dummy.” Stock punched me in the shoulder. “We can just fly them over. Well… when you preen.”

I frowned at her. “Will you shut up about that?”

“No!” She replied. “You’re gonna kill yourself flying with feathers like that. And seriously, have some pride, dude.”

“What do you know? You don’t even have feathers anymore.” The undead pegasus glared at me. I chuckled nervously and slowly backed into the room with the destroyed catwalk, stopping to pull my fedora from the pile of clothes I’d torn off of myself. “Sorry.”

After taking a glance at my pipbuck to make sure the healing potion in my wing had done it’s work, I began chewing at my wings, rearranging the feathers and pulling out the broken ones. There were a lot of broken ones… something that tends to happen when I wear clothing for a long period of time. ‘Shirt-feathers’, my sisters had always called it. Kind of like hat-mane, but… well… with feathers.

While I cleaned up my wings, I pondered whether or not I should tell Knives and Zeed everything. I had been hoping to wait until later to tell them about the pegasus thing, but I kinda blew that… well, the mine did anyway… but then I had the… other… thing.

I spat out another feather and sighed. At least I can relax a bit now.

Another tiny me popped into my brain. ‘If you like that mare, tell her.’

“Shut up, brain.” I muttered. “I’ll tell both of them when I can.”

‘Translation: when I can grow some balls.’

“I’ll tell Knives and Zeed everything when this is over.” I hissed at myself. “This isn’t exactly the best place to do it.”

When my subconscious didn’t respond, I growled and nudged a tertiary back into place.

I really need to stop talking to myself. I mused. All it does is piss me off.

“Th’ hell are ye doin’?” Knives asked from behind me. “That’s... kind ay... weird.”

I spat out a broken primary. “I’m preening. You know, cleaning my wings?”

“Wi’ yer mouth?” She grimaced. “Ah mean, Ah dunnae have any sense ay tase, but...”

I smirked. “You’re right, I should use my claws for this. Thanks for the advice, Knives.”

She frowned. “Right. That was just stupid ay me.”

I grinned. “Aaaaand for the record, this is kinda like walking in on somepony in the shower.”

Her face turned bright red and cleared her throat nervously.

“S-sae…” She stuttered, attempting to change the subject. “Ah guess ye need this back.” She held out the leather jacket I had given to her earlier to keep her warm.

I shook my head. “Nah. You use it.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Ye sure?”

I nodded.

She slipped the jacket on. The creepy enchanted leather thing was a bit too big for her, but she looked good in it. Actually… she just looked great in general. Especially those beautiful silver eyes. Even the slitted one was beautiful. I was fairly certain that I could have stared into them forever… And her stripes were just… just…

Wow… I’m cornier than Neighbraska.

“So… uh… what are the other two doing?” I asked in an attempt to spark up a conversation.

“Ah dunnae. Zeed said she had tae talk wi’ Stock about somethin’.” She replied. “But Ah got tae ask, why are ye hidin’ yer wings?”

I gave her a quizzical look.

“They’re uh…” Was she blushing? “They look… nice…”

Well, even if she wasn’t I sure as hell was.

“Thanks… I just wish I could keep them out. You have no idea how many times I’ve wanted to go around screaming ‘I’m a pegasus damnit!’ I can’t do that, though, partly because every slaver who saw me would chase me all the way to Canterlot..” She gave a confused look, and I responded with a proud, but sad smile. “We pegasi are rare, and a pain in the flank to catch. Worth a lot of caps.”

“And, of course...” I sighed and held out the tip of a wing. “My wings are dipped, so anypony who knows what that means will go straight to Spectrum.”

“Dipped in what?” She asked as she looked at the darkened feathers.

“Some magic-infused dye that stays even after the feathers shed.” I frowned at the feathers in question. “They did that shortly after I was born.”

“Who did?” She quirked an eyebrow.

“Spectrum. The organization that basically raised my sisters and I.” I bit my lip. “I’d… I’d rather leave it at that for now. Sorry…”

“Nae, it’s fine. Ah understand.” She sighed. “There’s things Ah dunnae like talkin’ ’bout neither.”

“It’s not that. I just…” I rubbed the back of my head and sighed. “It’s kinda something I have to… show… I don’t think anypony would believe me otherwise.”

We were left with a silence in which I could hear the dripping of water in the distance. Oh, great. Now you made it awkward. Good going dipshit. Say something!

“So what’s it like, having a small family?” I mentally facehooved. Fucking moron . A thousand topics and you pick *that?

To my surprise, she smiled. “It was nice. Dad got thrown out when Ah was five, though. After that, mom and Ah grew closer. Even though she was basically taking care of two foals.”

“Two foals?” I asked.

“Aye. The mare we’re lookin’ fer, Zeed’s and mah friend… our mothers knew each other for a while before hers died when we were about four. Before that, her mom asked mine tae be th’ godmother.” She sighed. “Unfortunately, the Guard Captain didn’t really like that and tried tae make it as difficult as possible. We had tae walk fer a while just tae see her every day, and that bitch wouldn’t just let her stay with us.”

I quirked an eyebrow at her. “What was the Captain’s problem?”

“Oh, she had some excuse along th’ line ay ‘prisoners can’t adopt guards’, or some shit like that.” She frowned. “Not surprising considering that most of th’ Guards’re elitist assholes.”

“Sounds like Spectrum.” I grumbled.

“So, how did ye end up wi’ nine sisters?”

“It’s... complicated. Let’s just say that my family is… well beyond ‘abnormal’.” I grinned. “For example… my nephew and both of my nieces are older than me.”

She turned and gave me a ‘what the hell’ look. “Seriously?”

“Yup. Although, Strobe is only older than me by five minutes and fourty-three seconds.”

“What about yer parents?”

I suddenly realized that I couldn’t get out of this without lying. Stupid, stupid, stupid! “Uh… well…”

Luckily for me, Stock must have heard, because she entered the room in an extremely loud fashion, followed by an irritated-looking, and blushing, Zeed.

“You finally done Blue? Can we get going now?” She shouted with a grin.

“Yes! Let’s get going… Yes.” I replied gratefully. I turned my face away from Knives and mouthed, ‘Thank you.’

“So, how do you want to do this?” She continued as she put a hoof over my shoulder.

“Dude, you need to fix your mane.” She whispered into my ear. “Your back is covered in peach.”

I nodded, and adjusted my hat to better cover my mane. Then I realized with some mild horror that I’d forgotten to pack more mane dye, and mentally facehooved so hard that I could almost feel it. Oh, well isn’t that wonderful. One explosion from being stupid and everything goes right downhill. Good going fuck-tard.

‘Just tell them!’ Chirped the mini-me in my brain. ‘If you tell them it won’t be a problem.’

*I’m not going to tell them when we’re IN THE MIDDLE OF A SLAVER BASE!

I shrugged. “I thought we were just going to fly them over.”

“Aye. It’s just a small gap. How hard could-“ Knives was interrupted by Zeed smacking her in the back of the head. “Ow!”

“You two are going first.” The red-maned zebra said, shooting Stock an annoyed look.

“Och, thanks fer volunteering me.” The ash gray mare rubbed the back of her head. “Ah think ye gave me a welt. How can ye hit like that without shoes?”

“Practice. You two should get going. I need to talk to Stock... again.” She glared again at the ghoul in question.

Oh good. I thought. I was hoping to- waitaminnit… Are they doing what I think they’re doing?

As they trotted back through the door, I saw Stock wink in a not-so-subtle way, while Zeed nodded in an equally unsubtle way.

Son of a bitch, they are. Well, I can’t say I’m not grateful, but still…

I turned to Knives and saw that she was covering her face with a forehoof. What little I could see of her face was crimson.

“Well… Knives, do you want me to just… pick you up and fly you over?” I asked, scratching the back of my head nervously.

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and exhaled. “Make it quick, please.”

I flapped my wings and hovered over her. Much to my embarrassment, and irritation, I found that I was blushing.

Seriously? I can’t even go near her without getting flustered? Suck it up, dumbfuck! Wait… why are my wings so… Oh for the love of Celestia! Am I fuckin’ kiddin’ me?

Suppressing an irritated growl and blushing even brighter, I lifted Knives up with my forelegs, hoping that my stiffened wings wouldn’t make the short flight difficult.

She gulped as I moved her away from the ground. I felt a pang of sympathy for her. Personally, I considered acrophobia a fate worse than death, especially if her fear was anything like my fear of mirrors. Then again, being a pegasus, heights were kind of an important part of my existence, so I naturally considered that a bad thing.

“Here,” I said as I hovered over the water and let her back hooves touch the surface. “We don’t need to go high. We just need to get across. You’ll be alright.”

She craned her neck backwards to give me a deadpan look. “While Ah dae appreciate that yer tryin’ tae be helpful, Ah’d rather just get it done wi’.”

Yet again, came the mental facehoof. “Right. Sorry.”

With a powerful flap, I sent us towards the twisted metal that once held the shape of a catwalk in the span of about two seconds. I, gently, placed the already shaking Knives back on the ground.

“You alright?” I asked.

Despite the fact that she was breathing more heavily, Knives nodded. “Aye. Just give me a second.”

I glanced around to find that we’d gone from a frozen room filled with water, to a slightly less cold room coated with white frost. From the large desk near the opposite door, with safety glass that had succumbed to the bizarrely destructive power of frozen water, I could tell that this had, at one point, been a security office. The edges of the floor were covered in large piles of snow, some of which were accompanied by faded patches of pinkish red on the wall above them. I figured it was safe to assume that they were once corpses. The walls were lined with heavily dented file cabinets.

“Uh… Raid?” Knives coughed. “Ye fergot our bags.”

I blinked, and facehooved. “I’ll be right back. You gonna be fine here?”

When she nodded, I shot back to the other room.

Trotting through the door, I saw Zeed and Stock sitting in the middle of the hallway, the former covering her face and crying, the latter patting the zebra on the back in what I figured must be an attempt to comfort her.

“I’m a fucking freak!” Zeed sobbed. “I c-couldn’t even tell Ash about i-hi-hiiit!”

“Aw come on, it’s not that weird.” Stock said in an oddly calm manner. “Look, I had a friend with a similar problem. He said thinking about it… in that context… that just made it worse. He- Blue! What are you doin’ here?”

Zeed jumped up to her hooves with a yelp. “Wh-what did you hear?”

I held up my wings defensively. “Woah, woah! I didn’t hear anything. I don’t even know what you’re talking about. Calm down.”

The striped mare wiped her bloodshot eyes with a foreleg and sniffled.

Suddenly, Stock jumped into my face and grinned widely. “So? How’s it goin’?”

“Eh?” was all I could say.

“With Knives? Did you finally say something?”

I frowned. “It’s been less than a minute.”

Zeed rolled her still red eyes. “Oh for fuck’s sake. Really? Come on, Raid.”

“Yeah, seriously dude. You need. To get. A marefriend.” Stock groaned. “And from what I’ve seen, Knives isn’t that bad.”

“Are you two really trying to set us up?” I said with a deadpan expression.

Zeed smirked. “For the record, I happen to know for a fact that Knives has a thing for wings.”

I worked my jaw as I felt heat build up in my cheeks. “Uh…”

“Yup. She won’t admit it, but they drive her nuts.” The zebra snorted a laugh.

“W-well… I…”

“Also,” Zeed frowned. “Word of advice… whatever you do, don’t make it too mushy. Knives may love romance novels and a few romantic things, but she hates, I repeat, hates being romanced. Compliments and a bit of flirting are fine. No flowers or any of that crap.”

“Why are you back here, anyway?” Stock chirped in her gravelly voice.

“I… I…” I coughed into my hoof. “I forgot the saddlebags.”

Almost instantly, Stock had the bags placed on my back, which surprised me as I hadn’t known she could move that fast.

As I turned to leave, I felt a tap on my shoulder, and Zeed whispered in my ear. “I’ll let you off for now, but you are going to tell us the rest of it.”

I nodded and sighed. “Don’t worry. I will.”

When I alighted once more in the doorway to the security office, I glanced back at my tail to find that some of the peach-colored dye was starting to wash out, revealing very small patches of the colors beneath. I regretted, and not for the first time, the fact that I never bothered to bleach the hair first. I hoped that it wouldn’t be noticed until I had time to explain everything.

“Raid? What’re ye just standin’ there for?” Knives asked from behind the security desk. “Ah can’t figure out how tae get this door open. Where’s Zeed?”

“Still talking with Stock. I think she had a pretty bad mood swing, but she seemed better when I left.” I shrugged. “Whadaya need her for?”

She pointed to the lock, which was a card reader embedded into the door handle. “There’s a big hole in th’ wall oan th’ other side. Figured we should check out where it goes.”

With a nod, I spun around and began digging through one of the piles of pinkish snow on the floor.

“Th’ hell are ye doin’?” Knives asked incredulously.

“Looking for a passcard.” I replied simply.

After a second of staring blankly at me, Knives shook her head, and searched a frozen corpse on the other side, magicking away globs of snow as she did.

Apparently, the floor was several feet deeper than it looked. I ended up digging for a full three minutes before I finally hit paydirt, metaphorically speaking. I took a glance at Knives, and saw that she’d been staring at me. When she caught my gaze, she snapped her head back to what she was doing. I think I saw a tinge of red on her face.

‘Dude!’ Said my subconscious. ‘She’s checking you out!’

I smirked and turned back to the corpse. No she’s not.

‘Look again.’

I looked, and saw her turn away once more.

That proves nothing, brain. Nothing at all.

‘Her friend is trying to set you up with her, she’s turning away and blushing. She likes you.’ My subconscious continued. ‘Look again, but be subtle.’

Splaying out my wings, I tried to look through the corner of my eye and between the feathers. Knives was staring at me, biting her lip nervously, as she dug through the snow, occasionally glancing back at the hole she’d made.

Holy fucking shit, she’s checking me out. I shouted in my head. Knives is actually checking *me out!

I returned to my pile of snow with a barely-concealed grin. Sitting on top of the corpse was a small red card, distracting me from my mental celebration. “Found it!”

“Och, really?” Knives said with a jump. “Good. Now we can get through th’ door.”

I gave a mock salute. “Yes ma’am!”

Slipping the card into the slot, I swept out a foreleg with a dramatic flourish. “Fillies first, madame.”

When there was no answer, I saw knives staring at the door with her ears down and a grimace on her face. I peeked through the door to see what it was.

I was met with the barrel of a shotgun, held by an orange unicorn covered in spikes.

I sighed. “Crap.”

~~~~~

Wretch stood on a rocky outcrop behind the shack, staring out at the darkness of the Canturbury Wasteland. She frowned at the orange mist that always covered the ground. If she listened hard enough, she could almost hear that ever-familiar buzzing noise.

She also heard a whimper.

Surprised by the sound, she looked around her, to find that the sound was coming from the shack.

Suspecting an intruder, she drew her weapon and silently crept down the rocks, the blue glow of her magic providing some light.

She jumped around the corner, fully expecting to see somepony breaking into the shack.

There was nopony there.

The whimper sounded again. It came from inside.

Wretch pushed the door open and looked.

The only pony inside was Green, sleeping on the dirty bed and hugging the pillow.

Wretch trotted in, and glanced around.

Green whimpered again, clenching the pillow tightly in her fetlocks, tears streaming down her face.

Wretch felt a pang of sympathy for her, and moved silently over to the bed.

Gently, she stroked the green pegasus’ mane. “Shhh… It’s alrIght. You’re safe.”

Green relaxed visibly, letting out one last sob. Her wings twitched. The filly mumbled something.

Wretch smiled. “I’m sorry for what happened to you, Green. You didn’t deserve any of it.”

Green’s stomach emitted a loud growl. Wretch responded by giving the sleeping filly a bemused look.

“Again? Even when you’re asleep? Where do you put it all?” She sighed. “I guess we’ll need more food soon, then, won’t we?”

With that, the pink mare left the shack to once more watch the wastes.

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Footnote 1: Diamond Knives
EXP 40%

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Footnote 2: Zeed Kazdri
EXP 90%

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Footnote 3: Raid (???)
EXP 50%

Secondary trait revealed:

The Airway’s Full O’ Dimes: You’re not the fastest pegasus there is. You are, however, the most agile bastard flying through the wastes. When you’re flying, you can turn in any direction without losing speed. Sadly, your maximum flight speed is reduced by 40%.

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Quests:
Active Quest:
O’ Father, Where Art Thou?: Infiltrate or assault the Bone Eaters’ base near Bladesville.
Other quests:
Sifting through the dust:
1) Find information on the location of Ashes.
2) Find information on the location of Obsidian Knives
3)–Find information on the location of Nezan Kazdri

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(Author’s Notes)

Yes. Raid is almost constantly berating himself over nearly every single thing he does. He just doesn’t show it.

He’s also very awkward when he meets a mare he actually likes.

-Delakirus

Thanks to Kkat for Fallout Equestria, and Somber for Project Horizon. Thanks to Matkingos for making sure this doesn’t suck as much as usual. Thanks to whomever reads this, and again, critiques are very much welcome.