Meanwhile at my house.
Been having some problems with my ISP, Comhem during the nights over the last couple of days, for hours at a time they wont let me load a webpage, and when they do let me it is only for a few minutes-half an hour tops.
Writing new Pineapple's and partaking in Everfree shenanigans is just no fun when you can't even access the damn internet.
Still here is day 4 in all it's glory.
Got kinda lazy with the story bit but it still ended up being the length of a standard fic. Hoh well, enjoy.
Day 4I got bored writing drama about the hollows so I wrote the story bit from Coldnar's perspective, technically speaking he was in Pineapple at the end of Day 3, but in story terms he got there at the end of day 4.
Moving on.
Coldnar was appointed chief medical officer (officer sounds cooler amirite?) because of his caste, race and age.
He is a ten year old unicorn colt and a "first responder to wounded ponies in the field" which according to therapist gives him bonuses in wound dressing, diagnosing and suturing, which are the three most important medical skills (experience shows that most injuries are cuts, bruises and severed spines).
There is also, again, his age.
The idea of having a ten year old kid being knee deep in
your crippled guts is just too funny to pass up on.
Maklak was also appointed riflepony for the time being, he will be made squad leader once we make military reforms after the next migrant wave shows up.
To note is that he has 6 levels in marksmanship, has good agility and amazing endurance, with a little training he could become an amazing riflepony who can dodge bullets like a boss.
His high marksmanship skill also makes him a good drill sergeant this early on, so making him squad leader is genuinely a good idea.
The opposed to life pony is disposed of.
I couldn't change anything or even place it in a new squad ingame, but I COULD control her using the squad controls.
I sent her to go fuck herself because she is considered a hostile unit and a potential loyalty cascade risk, she ran up to a ghoul and did a grand total of ZERO punches and kicks before being attacked by a flurry of bites.
We have so many things smoothed out that I figured we might as well go on ahead and smooth the rest of it out.
We only really have one big priority right now, and that's getting the entrance built, and the pace on that is already at it's max, leaving us with some idlers.
Everything is now clean and smooth.
Bookeepers and managers office is built and the pony Kindness Fruit is appointed as both.
He is pretty useless tbh, he is like a worse Lycaeon, and we only need one soap maker.
Soap makers are very territorial and highlanderish about their work.
Craftshop is built.
Needed to engrave memorials.
Slabs, chairs and tables are built.
We need to engrave memorials to the fallen ponies, in part out of respect and shame that I couldn't figure out how to get them ALL safely downstairs and in part because if I don't, ghosts will invade our stable and potentially end up ripping limbs off our ponies. That's bad.
Entrance pits are fully dug out and we begin to raise bridges over them.
Down in the pit I realize that I can't place floodgates inside the actual pit, or building destroyers will muck them up.
Instead I'll have to place floodgates in front of the fortifications where they can't reach them.
Our first synth-reeds are ready to be harvested.
Currently I am a bit focused on raising the synth-reed stocks up first for food and drink, but I'll soon process a few for synth-reed cloth which is needed for stone beds.
In the meanwhile a farmers workshop is built where our old general stockpile was.
Orders on more floodgates are placed, we need lots of them, many more than I have ever needed.
We engrave three slabs in the honor of our fallen migrants.
I realize that I haven't prepared any special place for the slabs and feel bad about it.
I dig out a little memorial hall where I will place the slabs.
Before the fall of Pineapple I am certain that the hall will be filled and expanded several times over...
I am contemplating if I should prepare extra special rooms for us in case we die or if we should just have our slabs placed anonymously among those of our fellow NPC ponies.
Session ends with a caravan showing up.
This is bad because of two things.
1. Our entrance is not ready and the pit can not accommodate wagons.
2. They spawn almost right next to a ghoul reaver.
There is also this, but nothing really happened there for the entire session.
Well, I did place four chairs and one table by the wells, I noticed that I had excess chairs and tables and forgot what I needed them for, so I just placed them there for flavor.
Day 4
POV Coldnar
"Maklak, are we there yet?" Coldnar, the little sea green unicorn colt wondered.
It was a question he asked whenever he was starting to become nervous or bored, and right now he was nervous and damn near scared to death.
Their group had been wandering the wasteland for well over a week now and had been roaming about a massive field of scrap, crashed sky wagons, tanks and other pre-war pegasus operated vehicles and remains of the former sky city of Cloudsdale.
Before they had seen at least a few wasteland critters roaming about the dying forests and barren plains on their travels, but out there, in the scrap plains of Cloudsdale, there was nothing, there wasn't a single soul out there. And that made everypony feel very uneasy, something just didn't feel right.
"Quiet kid, I'm thinking!" Maklak dismissed him.
Maklak was an unicorn just like him, an indefatigable young soldier of a pony with an impressive aptitude for assault rifles.
But for all his veterancy as a riflepony of the Lemon defense force he was still just a pony, and without his issued combat rifle and body covering combat armor he felt as vulnerable and mortal as a radbit in a hellhound den.
Maklak was really just as scared as Coldnar, he just did a better job at hiding it from the ponies he had been tasked with protecting.
Coldnar didn't see this and so he kept asking his questions to placate his own fear.
"About what?"
Maklak turned around and gave Coldnar a stern glare.
"I said quiet!" he hissed.
The young colt backed away from him and ended up bumping into somepony.
It was Poet Poetguild, Maklak's wife, a young copper coated unicorn mare with a heart of gold and the patience of a saint.
"S-sorry!"
Poet smiled warmly at Coldnar.
She had the kind of motherly smile that would make even the coldest of ponies stop to think back about their parents.
"It's okay little one, no harm done."
Maklak and the others continued onwards, Poet followed suit and Coldnar walked alongside her.
"What's the deal with Maklak?" Coldnar asked in a low voice.
"Oh, he is just worried about us that's all. It's probably best if you leave him be for now, he has a lot on his mind and is trying his best to protect us." she answered smoothly in his defense.
"Protect us from what? There is nothing out here."
She smiled meekly at him.
"Probably nothing. Don't worry about it."
Then she looked off towards Maklak with an air of concern.
Coldnar was certain that she knew something he didn't, something important.
He wanted to press her for answers but he didn't want to test her patience, she was the closest thing he had to a mother at the moment, he didn't want to lose her over a simple series of questions.
Things were mostly quiet for a while, Maklak led their group through and past piles of scattered scrap, a lot of which seemed to be in decent condition and ripe for scavenging, but nopony stopped to dig around, they were either too scared to do it or focused on getting themselves to safety before prioritizing scrap diving.
Coldnar didn't pay much attention to their surroundings, instead he kept his eyes on the ponies of his group.
He liked doing that, he often looked ponies he came across over when he was sure they didn't take notice of him.
It wasn't out of attraction, he didn't really feel that kind of urge, he looked ponies over because he found it interesting to see what they were like, he liked to take in every detail of them, the colors and styles of their manes, their cutiemarks, their mannerisms and so on.
Some ponies (more specifically the younger mares closer to his own age) would often take notice of this and call him out on it, he didn't mean to be creepy about his observations, it was just something he did, he couldn't help it.
During his spare time he often read about the iconic face of the Ministry of Peace, miss Fluttershy, and her inclination to try and help everypony, her posters, and those of the other five ministry mares, were hung up all over Lemon, so he saw her every day and often thought about what she had read about her.
It was because of Fluttershy that he had gotten interested in the medical profession, using her as his idol he took extra classes at school, ran medical virtual reality simulations and read medical handbooks to learn more about medicine.
Using his medical knowledge and Fluttershy as his idol he managed to turn his strange (and somewhat creepy) habit into something useful, and it was thanks to his observations and knowledge that he learned to see if a pony was ill or otherwise troubled by something.
For example, he noticed that Wheat Wiltcouple, an unicorn mare of his group, was frequently rubbing her lower inner left thigh, and that Kindness Fruit, an earth pony stallion, was often rolling and rubbing his eyes and blinking more frequently than anypony should.
He knew that Wheat's rubbing was not, like most ponies would assume, due to some adult urge she felt, but due to an irritated rash that had formed on the inside of her thigh and that it could easily be treated with a simple salve, and that Kindness Fruit's eye problem were actually ticks and irritations which could be cured with eye drops and a quick visit to an optician, to check his eyesight to see if his irritations could be related to poor eyesight and a difficulty to focus his eyes.
Sometimes he told somepony about it if the problem was serious but he usually tended to keep it to himself, doctor-patient secrecy and all.
He was certain that both Wheat and Kindness Fruit knew about their respective problems and probably didn't need him to do anything, but he made a mental note to keep an eye on the two in case their problems developed.
Being so lost in his thoughts and observations he hadn't noticed the group stopping and so he bumped right into the rear of Heather Meadowapple, an unicorn mare.
"Hey! Watch where you are going ya freaking kid!" she scolded.
"Sorry, sorry!"
"Quiet back there!" Maklak called from up ahead.
Coldnar really wanted to ask 'Why are we stopping?' but he didn't want to get into trouble again with Maklak so he kept quiet.
While Maklak, Poet and Kindness Fruit were up ahead discussing something Coldnar sat down and looked around them.
He noticed that the area they were in looked a lot like the area they had been in before.
In fact, there seemed to be several hoofed imprints on the dirt right where he was sitting, as if a lot of ponies had passed by there recently.
Now that he looked closer at them he noticed that there were several imprints of smaller hooves, a bit like those of a colt, were there multiple colts in the groups that had been there before? He wondered if he was just as worried about that place as he was.
Differentiating between the imprints he noticed more similarities with his own group, there were five sets of imprints which had the same broken rear right horseshoe Focus Bastionclean, an earth pony stallion, had, and there were multiple tracks that looked an awful lot like the heavy step of Maklak...
Coldnar thought about it for a moment and then he realized that they had been walking around in circles, the imprints he saw were actually theirs, they had passed by that exact area at least five or six times.
He got up and slowly went up to the three adults, he waited a few steps away from them because he didn't want to interrupt them right away.
"I don't understand!!" said Maklak, "It's supposed to be right here! Where is everypony!?"
"Yeah this is just smells awry, Pineapple should be in this immediate area, we should have seen them by now." Kindness Fruit said.
"This doesn't help. We need to figure something out instead of bickering like this." Poet said.
They weren't discussing anything, they were just complaining about something.
Coldnar approached them.
"Guys-" he tried to interject.
"Hell Poet! I don't see YOU coming up with any ideas!" Malkak raised his voice against her, he was starting to lose his patience and break apart.
"Hun, let's not fight, not now, not out here-"
"Guys, I th-" Coldnar tried again but was interrupted by the angry Maklak.
"Then fucking help us come up with something!!"
"Makie, calm down-"
It was no use, the two were getting into another fight which would inevitably end up with Maklak yelling insults at her, besides they probably knew that they were walking in circles, it was probably why they were fighting in the first place.
Coldnar decided to just look at his PipBuck real quick, he wanted to check the map and see if it said anything useful about the area.
To his surprise the local map showed multiple friendly tags right at their location, there were ponies right under their hooves!
He went up and got in between the two fighting ponies and raised his leg.
"Stop fighting and look at this!" he said assertively, this was serious.
The three ponies stared at his PipBuck, Poet was the first to see what he was hinting at.
"By Luna, Pineapple is right below us!" she said, "We need to contact them!" she raised her own PipBuck to raise Pineapple on their coms but Maklak slapped her leg away from her.
"No! I'll talk to them."
Poet didn't argue, she just sighed and gestured at him to go ahead.
Maklak tinkered with his PipBuck to come into contact with Pineapple, the others did the same, just to check who they could raise.
The only raisable com was that of somepony named 'Replica Planternourish', but it didn't exactly say who it was, the local map just stated that she was roughly ten meters away from them somewhere literally on top of somepony marked as 'Zebio Lizard'.
"Uh, hello?" Maklak hailed.
It took a brief moment before he received an answer, a female voice responded to his call.
"{...who is this?}"
"I am Maklak."
"{Yeah, great! Maklak who?}"
"Maklak Round of the Lemon defense force."
It was a lie, Maklak was not with the defense force anymore, he had to resign to leave Lemon.
"{Okay. Where are you? You need to get below ground immediately.}"
"We are right above you-"
"Tell them to check their local map." Poet suggested, Maklak irritatingly waved a hoof at her.
"How do we get down to you?"
"{If you are above us there should be a pit not far from you, climb down there and we'll open up the wall for you.}"
"Copy."
Maklak set his leg down and rapidly began scanning his surroundings to try and find the pit Replica was talking about, he couldn't find it anywhere.
Coldnar could see a drop of sweat trickle down his forehead.
"S-spread out and search!" he ordered the group.
Without question everypony but Coldnar and Poet split up to find the pit.
"What are you still doing here? I said get out there and search! We need to find that pit!"
"Mak, he is just a kid, it's hardly safe for him to wander around here, we don't know what could be out there or why Replica and the others are hiding underground." Poet said.
"Fine! Stay with us then! Poet, with me!"
The trio began to wander around the scrap piles and crashed wagons in search of the pit, it was hard to make out anything in that scrap field, there was way too much crap scattered around the place, the pit could be anywhere for all they knew.
After about fifteen minutes Maklak became frustrated and called Replica again.
"Comma- Replica Planternouish, come in."
"{What is it Maklak?}" was the response.
"We can't find the pit, please advice."
"{It's impossible to miss, it should be in a clearing where we cleared out some of the scrap.}"
"What clearing? Where is it?"
It took some time before Replica replied again, Coldnar figured that she was discussing something with those 'Lycaeon', 'Splint' and 'Zebio Lizard' ponies next to her.
"{Okay look, we can see you on the local map, I'll try and guide you to the pit. In which way are you oriented?}"
"Uh, come again?"
"{Are you looking north? Because I'll assume you do.}"
Maklak checked his map and took ten steps in the direction he thought was north to assure himself that he was oriented right.
"Yeah, I am looking north. What now?"
"{The pit should be roughly 70 meters to your east-south-east.}"
"Understood, Maklak out."
Without a word Maklak trotted towards the south-west.
"Mak." Poet called after him, he didn't stop.
"MAK!" she called again, but he either ignored her or didn't hear her.
She sighed and turned to Coldnar.
"Coldnar, make your way towards the pit, I'll go get Maklak before he gets lost again."
"But-"
"Don't worry, we'll keep in touch and see each others locations on the map. If you get lost, find the closest pony. Otherwise, if you find the pit, just stay there and we'll come to you, okay?"
Coldnar nodded.
"Good. We'll see you in a few." then she headed off in Maklak's direction.
Coldnar was left alone in possibly one of the worst hellholes in Equestria.
At this point all he could do was shrug and make his way south-east.
It didn't take long for him to find the scrap clearing Replica had mentioned, he could see a moderate flat area in which all the scrap had been dug up, ordered into neat piles and later abandoned, they looked as if they had been recently been placed there.
Before going up to the pit he could see another pony make it's way out from in between the scrap piles on the other side opposed from his, it was a mare, he recognized her immediately, it was Wheat Wiltcouple, the unicorn with the leg rash!
He lifted a hoof and was about to call out to her when something else revealed itself on top of the scrap pile next to her, it was... what was it? What the hell was that?
Was it a pony? A soldier? It couldn't be, it's flesh was rotted and had fallen apart in some places, much of the flesh on it's face had melted off revealing the skull and muscle beneath it, it wore some kind of extremely damaged metal combat armor which had been torn apart completely.
It was lacking a horn or wings, it must have been an earth pony at some point.
The zombie like monster was poised to attack Wheat, she just had to take a couple of more steps before it had a clear shot at her.
Oh goddess, what as he going to do?
If he called out to her and warned her she would have a chance to escape, but the monster would know where he was and he was pretty sure that he couldn't outrun it as short as he was, he cursed at himself for not being just a few years older.
It was too late to make a decision by now and the monster jumped Wheat landing with a crushing force on her back, she screamed.
The monster didn't kill her or do anything right away, it was almost as if it was just watching her and waiting for her to do something, but she couldn't, she had broken her spine and was unable to stand up or move her legs, she tried to desperately pull herself forward under throes of pain but it was all in vain, the monster had her in its grasp.
It didn't even kill her, it just threw itself over her and began biting off and devouring chunks out of her neck, fortunately for her she passed out under the intense pain and never woke up.
Coldnar wanted to move, his chest was pounding and he wanted to run as far away from the monster as possible, but he couldn't, he was paralyzed and frozen in place by fear.
Suddenly he heard the familiar voice of Poet Poetguild call from behind him.
"Coldnar!"
"No...! no...! Keep your voice down...!" he tried to call back, but all he was able to do was usher a weak whisper audible only to himself.
He heard multiple sets of hooves move up to him from behind, then somepony placed a hoof on his shoulder.
"Coldnar, what are you doing?" Poet asked.
"L-l-look a-ahead...!" he stammered.
Poet looked towards the monster, Coldnar couldn't see her or any of the others but he was sure that they were all as horrified as he was.
"Ghoul, get down!" she hissed to the others.
But it was too late, their imprudence had damned them all, the ghoul ahead had noticed sounds and movements near it and rushed up to check it's surroundings, it didn't take long for it to spot the group of ponies huddled by the scrap pile on the other side of the pit.
It screeched and dashed towards them.
"RUN!!!" Maklak yelled.
Both Maklak and Poet enveloped the young Coldnar in their magical field as they turned around and ran, jerking him off the ground and floating him behind them, at first he tried to flail around to get back on the ground and run but looking back at the ghoul that was chasing them in full speed he realized that he would never be able to outrun it and so he added his own measly magic to Maklak's and Poet's to help carry himself.
But running and using levitation magic to carry other ponies like this quickly put its strain on the two adults and Coldnar could soon hear them begin panting, they wouldn't last long like this, once they became too tired they would either collapse or drop him and run.
Maklak's PipBuck beeped, Replica was trying to call him.
"SHIT SHIT SHIT!!!" he exclaimed.
"COLDNAR, I CAN'T TAKE THE CALL RIGHT NOW, CALL REPLICA!"
Coldnar did as he asked, Replica answered immediately.
"{Who is this? Where is Maklak?}"
"He can't talk right now! We are being chased by a ghoul!"
"{Oh goddess...!}"
"HELP US DAMNIT!" Maklak yelled to make himself heard over the com.
"{Uh, um...}"
"DO SOMETHING, ANYTHING, PLEASE!!"
"{M-make your way back to the pit, try and lose the ghoul if you can!}"
"HOW!?"
"{I don't know!}"
"AAAARGH!!" he cried out in frustration.
They ran for another minute in a wide circle around the pit, the ghoul got closer and closer.
Coldnar could see the horryfying monster just barely fifteen meters away from him, it ran surprisingly fast for having lost so much of it's flesh and for wearing such a heavy looking piece of armor.
"We should drop him." he heard Maklak say from up ahead.
Coldnar felt a shiver run down his back, he wanted to drop him and use him as a distraction!
"No, I am not letting you do that!" Poet defended.
"It's our only chance! We can't lose it and we can't run forever!"
"I am not leaving him!"
Coldnar looked back at Maklak and the others, they all looked incredibly worn out, they would falter any second now.
Heather Meadowapple was beginning to lag behind considerably, she was breathing hard and struggling to keep up with the others, but they were all just slightly faster and enduring than she was.
"No...! No...!" she cried out as Sky Wash, Kindness Fruit and then Maklak and Poet surpassed her.
"Please don't leave me!!" she yelled.
"We can't stop! Keep up!" Maklak yelled back.
"I can't...! I can't...!" she cried in desperation.
She lost more and more speed and was now surpassing the floating Coldnar, she stared at him with an expression of the uttermost terror and desperation to cling onto life.
She was crying, she didn't want to die, not like that.
"Help me...!"
He wanted to say something, he wanted to help her, or at least comfort her, but there was nothing he could do.
He just stared back at her as she lost more and more ground, just lost the last few meters and was caught up by the ghoul who bit down on her tail and yanked her, making her topple over and tumble across the ground, Coldnar looked away.
"Heather is down, i-it got her..." he said in a low voice.
"Bank right! Back to the pit!" Maklak ordered.
"Bank LEFT you idiot, the pit is to the left!" Poet barked.
He didn't argue and the entire group arched leftwards, running towards the pit.
Two ponies wearing some type of barding were waiting for them at the pit, one blue earth pony stallion clutching what looked like a BB gun and one copper unicorn mare floating a wooden spear before her, they waved at them to get into the pit and they did.
Within the span of a few moments everypony got inside and the way to the surface was sealed off with rocks.
They all sat down to catch their breath, except for Coldnar who had been carried the entire time.
There were nine ponies to meet them, 2 earth pony stallions, 2 earth pony mares, 2 unicorn stallions and 3 unicorn mares, amongst them were the two ponies who had been up topside.
The most prominent of those ponies was an earth pony mare with a rose taupe coat and a pumpkin mane and tail, a tough looking emerald earth pony stallion, an unicorn stallion with a chocolate mane and an elderly pale pink unicorn stallion.
The mare was beautiful and had the most breathtaking eyes he had seen, but looked somewhat annoyed for some reason, her mane was ruffled and messy.
The stallions looked hardened and seasoned, they seemed like the kind of guys that would always have something to say during decision makings the way military officers and politicians did.
Coldnar assumed that these were the leader figures of their group.
"Are you guys okay?" the mare asked, he recognized the voice, it was Replica Planternourish.
"Any injured?"
Maklak shook his head hopelessly.
"Two dead. We lost Heather and Wheat..."
"I'm sorry..."
Maklak gave her an evil eye as if it had been Replica's fault that his two companions didn't make it in, it was unfair to her.
"You are Replica, aren't you?" Coldnar asked.
"Yes. I am Replica Planternourish. Who might you be?"
"I'm Coldnar. Coastblush." he introduced himself.
"Well... welcome to Pineapple, Coldnar..."
"Are you the leader here?"
Replica glanced at the three stallions by her side.
"Formally speaking... yes. But I let anypony voice their opinion on things."
The emerald stallion next to her smirked fiendishly. Odd.
"I see." Coldnar thought for a moment, Replica waited for him to continue, assuming he had more questions.
"Do... do you have any medical ponies in here?"
"Uh... n-no, we don't really have anypony who is really qualified for that. We can still tend light wounds and so, but we can't do much about broken legs or anything..."
"I could do that."
"Huh? What?"
"I know a bit about medicine, I could be your medical pony."
She looked at him in disbelief.
"No offense kid, but..."
"I've read about the Ministry of Peace, I have run medical simulations down at the VR hall, I've taken classes in pony anatomy and medicine, I've even read old medical handbooks, both civilian and military field manuals, you know, the ones they issue to the militia? I'd like to help."
The blue earth pony stallion with the BB gun whistled, Replica glanced back at him.
"That's... impressive, but I still don't really know about it... I mean..." she was trying to find a way to phrase her doubts without sounding mean about it, "How... old are you exactly?"
"I am ten years old!" Coldnar said proudly.
His pride over knowing about medicine at such a young age was completely lost on her.
The spearpony in the back snickered.
"Riiiight..." Replica said slowly.
A gray earth pony mare shuffled her way up to Replica, she looked Coldnar over real quick before turning to her.
"I think we should give him a chance."
"Really, Lojack? He is ten years old."
"So? Does it matter?"
"It kinda does... Being a doctor requires a certain level of... maturity."
"Who the hell said anything about his maturity? Do you know Coldnar? Have you talked with him before?"
"N-no..."
"Then how the heck can you be so quick to judge him? Give him a chance of Luna's sake!"
Replica sighed.
"Okay, you're right, it was wrong of me to do that." she looked to Coldnar in resignation.
"Alright Coldnar, I'll want to talk to you first before we decide on anything, I'd like to know a bit more about your particular set of skills..."
"Would you like to do that now, or would you rather rest and wait until tomorrow morning?" she asked.
Aside from being a little shaken up and having witnessed the gruesome death of two ponies he felt perfectly fine.
The only thing that bothered him was how he still had the thought 'Remember to keep an eye on Wheat's leg rash development' in the back of his head even though he knew she was dead, it was hard to let go for him.
"I... We could talk now if you'd like. But only if... Lojack can come."
"Lojack?" Replica wondered, she looked looked to Lojack who shrugged.
"Eh, sure, I guess. No problem."
"Great."
Replica gestured with a hoof towards the others.
"I'll be having a chat with Coldnar then, please take the others to our rooms to rest, we'll go over things with them tomorrow morning."
Then Replica and Lojack escorted Coldnar to Replica's office, a very clean and impressive looking room that had a large smooth stone desk identical to that of the overstallion's desk in Lemon.
In the next hour or so Replica asked Coldnar a series of questions regarding his medical expertise, past experiences and so on.
With Lojack showing continued support for Coldnar, Replica was convinced and impressed with his knowledge and ended up appointing him as their chief medical officer, a position and title that was more formal than anything at this point in time.
Replica explained to Coldnar that they had plans for a basic hospital after their more pressing projects were dealt with, such as the surface entrance and the private rooms for everypony.
Not much else happened for the rest of the day, Replica and her companions continued on their various projects, building and setting up various floodgates to the control levers in her office, tending to their synth-reed plots and building onto the surface entrance.
Coldnar spent much of that time talking to Corai down in the mess hall, the two grew very affectionate of the newborn puppies living there.
The day ended with everypony save for Maklak and his sleeping companions having a meal in the mess hall, both the rum and sewer brew had ran out, leaving the ponies with well water, nopony objected to this, sewer brew tastes like fucking yuk anyway.
I like you, you go directly to the point.
You ask and you shall receive, the next best male riflepony I get is yours, also because your request made me think an awful lot about one of my favorite redshirts, Anthony Carmine, you'll also get the best helmets Pineapple will conjure up.
As for accent, I assume you mean a southern type accent, kinda like Applejack's and Calamity's?
I can try that, but don't go expecting a slur of misspelled words now, not more than usual anyway.