Dusk, 6:30 PM exactly, at Quazar Labs, one of the city's foremost scientific research facilities and site of tomorrow's press conference on sustainable energy micro-cells. A blinding flash rips into the sky, quickly followed by the heart-wrenching sound of a terrible explosion.

"Muahahahaha!! It's all ours, now! Better luck next time, microbytes!" An ocean blue pony in a fluttering lab coat stands laughing in the hole in the building's front wall left by the explosion, carrying a small lockbox. She turns to an unseen companion still inside. "Hurry up, it's time to fly! Not much time before those Power Pests get here!"

>A pony in a rain jacket was cantering down seventh street, staring down at her hooves to avoid meeting the gaze of her peers, when she heard the explosion.

...Ponyfeathers. There's no time to call for backup. People could be hurt!

>The mare darts into a dark alleyway.

---

Saddle Rager flies through the hole left by the explosion, and skids to a halt.

Stay where you are, criminals!

You should just lie down and wait for the police. You don't want to make me angry, do you?

>>40801843
Saddle Rager hears a squeak as something darts behind a large cardboard box, but her focus is needed on the pony in front of her.
The villain is an unfamiliar pony, dark rubber "gloves" covering her hooves, eyes obscured by silver swirly goggles, wings visible fitted through the lab coat, and, at first appearing to be a unicorn's horn, a metallic cone shaped device affixed to her forehead.
"How dare you!! 1.8 minutes earlier than predicted! I ought to annihilate you right now just for debasing my calculations!!"

>>40801858

I was in the nearby vicinity by chance. You tried.

But that threat of anhiliation was really uncalled for.

>She starts to take a few steps closer to the strange mare.

Now stand down! You won't get another warning.

>>40801865
"You'll find it was much more than just a threat, whelp!" She takes a heavy stance, wings splayed out as the "horn" begins to whirr and crackle with electricity, visibly charging up for something. "When there's naught left of you but smoldering gluon plasma, the city will soon learn to fear The Antimattercorn!

>>40801870

...Seriously?!

>She signs, then closes her eyes a grits her teeth, as she begins to transform. Her entire body twists and puffs out in grotesque ways and she roars in pain and rage until standong in the mare's place is a huge hulking monster with malicious red eyes.

>It snorts, and stares down at the 'Antimattercorn'

I don't have any Hulk form pics yet

>>40801876
The villainess stares in stunned shock, backing slightly away from the hulking creature now blocking the exit.
"...S-Saddle Rager, I presume...?" She gathers herself and a wicked grin covers her face. "Excellent!! The perfect opportunity to put the ridiculous claims of your unstoppability to the test! I don't care what manner of beast you are, nothing survives against the power of my genius! Taste annihilation!"
The horn revs up and releases a devastating stream of pure destructive potential energy squarely at Saddle Rager's chest!

>>40801888

>The blast knocks the beat back and sends it to the floor, but the muscular bulk of Saddle Rager's body, while charred, wasn't severely damaged, and Rager herself hadn't so much as winced in pain. In fact, all the attack did was incurred her wrath.

>With a mighty bellow, the beast charges at Antimatterhorn, aiming to run her down.

>>40801896
The Antimattercorn sputters frantically "Th-th-th-th-that's impossible! The sheer energy should have- eyagh!!" She shrieks as she notices the mass of muscle and fury barreling towards her, making some quick calculations and diving forward, barely tumbling between Saddle Rager's legs before groaning as she gets back to her hooves. "Yellow! Get out here!!"

A small "Eep!" is heard from behind the cardboard box from earlier.

>>40801904

>The beast turns her head towards the new sound, and quicker than anyone could blink, she has swiped the cover away from the cowering pony, exposing her.

>>40801910
The villainess's compatriot stares up at Saddle Rager in terror, tears visibly welling in her large, droopy eyes.
Her form is startlingly delicate and demure as she cowers in the shadow of the beast. "E-e-e-excuse me M-m-miss Saddle R-rager... I-i-if you could m-maybe calm down and not be s-so heart-stoppingly frightening......"

>>40801924

>Something in the back of Saddle Rager's mind tells her to stop. don't hurt this mare.

>The beast stared at the pony for a while as the rage left her eyes. Soon, she began to shrink back down to her size, until she was just a pony, wearing a ripped and torn superhero costume.

>She a little bit stunned the the events that have just taken place.

...Who are you?

>>40801928
She softly rubs her eyes, looking away and giving a deep sigh of relief. "I'm... Yellowbelly. I'm um... her friend... Please don't hurt her, okay? She just um, gets like that sometimes, but you're fine, right? No need to fight..."

>>40801937

That's right. There's no need to fight.

>She smiles sympathetically, panting a little.

But there was an explosion here, so you will both need to give statements. That's the law.

>She looks around for Antimatterhorn.

>>40801943
Meanwhile, the Antimattercorn had been ever so cautiously utilizing the time bought to her by her companion to sneak up just behind Saddle Rager. The moment the heroine turns her head, she's met with a heavily swung lockbox straight to the side of the noggin!
"We've wasted much too much time on her!! We have to get this back to the base before the others arrive in, if my calculations were right after all... thirty seconds!!"

Yellowbelly winces from the blow just in front of her, but gives a small smile and nods to her friend.

>>40801943
"Man, for someone who dresses like they eat science for breakfast, your calculations suck."

An unfamiliar face masked and darkened by a hood steps out of the shadows and stands by the large chunks of debris left by the initial explosion. The wings give him away as a pegasus, but it was hard to tell much else about him by looking, just that he looked like an average build, height, and weight.

"I don't know what you stole and stashed in that little box, but I suggest you drop it now. Either that, or hope it isn't too heavy, cause I'll be hitting you with it in less than a minute if you refuse. And that's not a prediction, it's a promise!"

>Saddle Rager's head was spinning, and she couldn't quite see what was going on, but her could hear the fair, distant voice of a new pony. She had to clear her head, but first things first, she had to get to her knees.

Who was this 'Yellow'? And why had all her rage disappeared?

Of course, Saddle Rager already knew why.

She got back to her hooves, and shook her head, which had cleared a little.

>>40801979
>>40801970
"Another one?? Who dares say that about my calculations??" She shakes her head, aware that Saddle Rager is coming to. "No time! Yellow, we're charging through! I'll take care of him, just don't let go of this box!" Exchanging the box between them, the two make a beeline toward the new guest and away from Saddle Rager. The vilainess' "horn" once again begins to crackle and whirr as they make the charge, on nothing more than the bet that this newcomer won't be able to stop them.

>>40801990
>QUICK! DO THESE THINGS I'LL EXPLAIN LOUDLY WHILE WITHIN EARSHOT OF THE PERSON TRYING TO STOP US!

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>>40801999
>If you're gonna explain something, may as well do it LOUDLY!!

>>40801990
The newcomer smirks before reaching a hoof down and kicking up a startlingly large chunk of broken wall so that it stood upright, doing so with all of the strain and effort of a colt casually kicking up a soccer ball. The wall was big enough to act as a shield for his whole body, but that also meant he couldn't see diddly squat past it. So before they'd moved much further, he spins around and bucks the entire chunk of debris in the direction he last saw the lab coat pony running, breaking into a dash immediately afterwards toward the smaller one carrying the lockbox.

He was hoping to quickly snatch it away before she realized he was onto her.

>>40802006
"More brute strength??" Though not finished charging, the Anitmattercorn is forced to trigger the beam on the incoming mass of wall, triggering an intensely bright and forceful explosion. Her proximity to the blast sends her whizzing disoriented into the air.

Yellowbelly lets out a tiny shriek and covers her eyes from the explosion, flapping her wings and hovering a few feet into the air. Seconds later, the Antimattercorn regains her bearings and zips over to her teammate, knowing an enraged Saddle Rager could be seconds away, and pulls her through the air out the now opened entryway, narrowly escaping into the air from the flood of police. Neither of them had time to notice that the box they'd worked so hard for was no longer in their possession.

Hope that wasn't too sudden, but that marks the end of the first fight! Thanks everyone, I had a blast! Hopefully more people will apply so we can have a bustling community in between crimes, I'm always ready to accept a newcomer!

>>40802006
A pony wearing a police uniform walks up to the unknown hero. His face is stern and his voice is deep when they say; "Who the hay are you?" He glances around then looks back to the stallion wearing the hood. "And what happened here?!"
The police officer stands only a few inches more than that of the unknown pony but still tries to 'stand over' them.

>>40802020
Soooooo... Does that mean it's done for the day already or something else entirely?

>>40802057
The fight is finished but players can just do whatever now.

>>40802094
Okidokiloki

>>40802056
The masked pony hadn't been planning to stick around until the police arrived, but by the time they were there he figured he didn't have a choice but to stay and talk to them. After all, turning and running would just look suspicious at this point. So he responds to the officer, pointedly ignoring the first question:
"The ones that got away were trying to steal this..."
He holds up the lockbox before offering it to the officer.
"...they didn't succeed, obviously."
His words were recognizably honest, but his tone was quite smug.

>Meanwhile on a nearby roof...

Gust was watching the chaotic aftermath of the attempted heist from her safe perch, using an adjustable scope as a makeshift spyglass. She clicked her tongue and shook her head a bit. "Sloppy work that. Neither side were at their best from what I can see."

>>40802107
The officer looks at the case then back up to the other pony before saying; "You better take that to one of the other officers, I'm going to take a look around." His words this time are much softer and calmer.
"You never told me your name by the way. I'll need it for my report." A small smile can be seen on his face.

>>40802111
"AAAAAAAAAH!"
An earth pony, gray of coat, comes galloping out of the hole in the lab wall.
"Explosions! Antimatter! A surprisingly unthreatening little pony. I'VE BEEN ROBBED!"
He then sees a hooded pony carrying the lockbox, talking to the police.
"Oh. Well, that was fast. Cool. I'm just gonna take that back, if you don't mind... Was almost finished with Project Workhorse when those clowns busted in here talking about 'calculations.'"
He holds his hoof out for the lockbox.
"Hoof it over and come inside, there might be more of them coming and I need to finish this up."

>>40802115
The pony blinks and then slowly shakes his head.

"Sorry chief, you probably want to know, but right now I'd like to keep even an alias from getting out about me. Call me crazy, but I'm not looking for attention when I do this. But if you really need to put something down, just put Nopony."

>>40802133
He glances over his shoulder before properly turning around to face the new pony who seemed to work at the lab.

"Oh, this is yours? Are you sure this doesn't need to go to the police as evidence of the crime before you get it back?"

He glances between the grey one and the officer...

>>40802167
So Nopony kicked that big chunk of wall around?

>>40802174
Exactly!

>>40802167
The officer glances at the other police then turns back and says; "Go ahead and give him the case. I don't think it will matter."
He then looks to the other pony and says; "Please, show me the way."

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>>40802133
>>40802184
After shrugging, he immediately complies and gives the lock box over to the new face and follows him into the building.
"So...what exactly was this they were trying to take, and why would they want it?"

>>40802200
>>40802184
"Thanks."
Taking the lockbox, the gray pony steps back through the hole in the wall, beckoning for the others to follow.
"I'm Odds and Ends, Head of Research and Development here at Quazar Labs. One moment."
Odds grabs a thin cylinder from a table and runs it along the lockbox. After a brief flash of light, the lockbox lay on the floor in two pieces, a line of molten metal indicating where the box had been sliced neatly in two.
"This micro-cell is the centerpiece for the big conference tomorrow... well, kind of. It powers the centerpiece."
Scanning no fewer than four different body parts, Odds leads the ponies through a door into a room filled with gadgets and gizmos of all sorts.
"Welcome to my playroom. This is Project Workhorse. We wanted to give normal ponies, law enforcement, the ability to compete with supervillans. We can't always depend on the Power Ponies to keep us safe, after all. Sometimes there's just too much going on. So..."
With a flourish, Odds and Ends reveals a gleaming suit of armor. Made for an Earth Pony, it would appear, the armor is heavy and almost appears to be a single, seamless piece of metal. In the center if the back, where one would wear a saddle, there was an indentation. Odds and Ends slotted the microcell into that indentation now.
"Project Workhorse."
The suit lit up and came to life, wrapping itself around Odds and Ends until there was one pony in a suit of armor standing before them.
"Pretty cool, eh?"

>>40802233
"Yes, very... But what can it do?" The officer asks, his eyes wide but his voice still calm.

>>40802252
"Right now? It can get places, punch things, aaaand there's a little glitch that I've been trying to work into a feature."

>>40802233
>>40802252
His eyes couldn't be seen, but he was intensely observing each little toy that was shown, as well as the suit that the pony had jumped into.

"I'd certainly like to know what it's capable of as well, because if it's as powerful as you say it is, villains are gonna be pretty interested in getting their hooves on it."

>>40802269
whoops, treat my last post as if it came before this

What sort of glitch?

>>40802271
"That would be a problem, wouldn't it? Fortunately, I programmed the security on this thing myself. For the first ten seconds it's attached to me, it's scanning bits and pieces of me to make sure I'm the pony this suit is registered to."
The "helmet" of the suit retracted, revealing Odds and Ends' grinning face.
"And, now that I've got the power running, this suit is probably smarter than most of the ponies in this building. Heck, almost definitely smarter than the pegasus back there with the cone on her face."
Something occurs to Odds then. You can see it in his eyes.
"Say... I don't suppose any of you would consider working on my payroll until I've finished testing the Workhorse suit, would you?"
hmmmmmmmmmm

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>>40802278
"I can't, I need to get back to work, nice seeing all of this though." The officer says before exiting the building and and into the crowd of police.

I've got some work to do, might be back later.

>>40802284
"Seeya officer..."

>>40802278
"Huh, glad you at least thought of that part. I sure as heck wouldn't want it to be the sort of thing just anyone could wear and use."

At the offer, the stallion awkwardly rubs the back of his head.

"Uh, no offense or anything but...I'm trying to keep this whole 'hero' thing on the down low for as long as I can. And getting into any sort of contract even with my identity hidden is gonna be a pathway to being recognized."

>>40802290
>>40802284
"Gotcha okay then-- aw, horseapples, HELMET!"
As the helmet flies back across Odds' face, a humming noise from the background builds and rises into a crack!
...
The floor beneath the Workhorse suit is now slightly charred.
"That's the glitch. The occasional discharge of built-up electricity. I'm working on controlling it, turning it into a defensive function."
"Aw, crud. Well, now I really need someone to-- I've got it! Cog, get in here!"
A smaller brown pony with a gear cutie mark rushes in.
"You called, Doctor?"
"Put an ad in the local paper, we need security 'In Case of Another Attack on the Facilities.'"

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>>40802299
Now the only question is, how long is an appropriate wait to respond to the add.

>>40802334
An ad is out in the paper.
"Wanted: Private security force for Odds &Ends of Quazar Labs R&D. You will be paid with money and experimental tech."

>>40802828
An off-white unicorn with an expertly coiffed shining yellow mane spots the advertisement during her morning hooficure. "What serendipity~. No sooner do those two plebeians fail to procure the prize, than does the perfect opportunity to demonstrate my unmatched expertise arise~..."

>>40802828
>>40802885
Meanwhile, a second pony of interest- er gryphon of interest- (phrases in this universe are hard) sees the ad as well "Sweet, easy pay... potentially anyway." She says to herself, shrugging a bit. "I wonder if I'm expected to bring my own weaponry or if they're going to supply it..."

>>40803016
>>40802885
"So, do you think anyone's gonna show up?"
Odds and Ends paces across the floor in front of the reception desk at Quazar Labs. His assistant Cogs is with him, trying to stop his boss from pacing a racetrack into the floor.
"I'm sure somepony will show up, sir. And if not, you could always use the Workhorse suit to defend against intruders!"
Odds and Ends sighed.
"I'm trying to FIX the Workhorse suit, Cogs. I can;t use it if I'm fixing it."

>>40803222
Shortly, a gryphon cautiously opened the front door to the reception room. Her plumage was trimmed, which was unusual for gryphons, and she was wearing an unusual suit of light body armor, the thick cloth making her already larger-than-a-pony frame have difficulty fitting through the door for a moment as she hadn't opened it all the way. "I'm here for the opening?"

>>40803222
>>40803232
Following some distance behind, as if avoiding some aura from the larger applicant, a dazzling unicorn approaches the front desk. "Ah, and I as well. I believe I am more than qualified to help guard these gadgets~."

>>40803232
>>40803236
Odds and Ends stopped his pacing as the gryphon entered the door. Cogs stopped everything resempling cognizant speech.
"W--b--I--"
"Oh, yeah! THAT'S what I'm talkin' about! How can I help you help me?"
Then, he heard the second voice. And saw the source.
"Cogs, take a note. We're hiring from the papers forever from now on, and send them ten thousand bits in a laundry hamper. This is the best day ever."
Odds and Ends strolled up to the duo, getting to a place where he could face them both.
"All right! You're both hired. Now, I'll need a rundown of your skills, any meta-equine abilities you possess, your current battery, and then we're gonna stop by my office to pick you up your company perks. Who's first?"

>>40803306
The gryphen looks back and forth between the newcomer and her employer to be. "I guess me? Well first off, I'm Gust, nice to meet you, etc etc. I have some quasi-military tactical experience, and knowledge of, as well as experience with, a large number of weapons, many of which I sadly can't get ahold of as easily as I used to. I uh... don't really have any unusual powers to be honest. And as for my battery... she reaches behind one wing and produces two pistols (one 9mm and one 10mm), three diffenent knives, and a strange baton/cattleprod weapon. "Don't touch that last one. Oh and I have attachments for both pistols, and a scoped rifle. Just not on me, they're more... cumbersome."

"How the hell has she been carrying this stuff around without anyone noticing?" is a question that comes to mind.

>>40803306
>>40803323
The unicorn peeks at the assortment of devices with a glint in her eye. "Sounds like you would be perfect for the front end of security. Personally, I'm inclined to stay back around here~." She gives a sly wink to Cogs. "My smokescreen and diversionary abilities will make positively sure that any intruders that make it past Big Bird over here will never find their way to any valuables they're looking for, nor escape with any they stumble onto~."

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>The doors are flung open and a stressed pegasus sans costume canters in.

Is anybody here yet?!

>>40803417
A young colt, in his cape and facemask, gallops over to his returning friend. "Saddle Rager, I was so worried! How come you never got back last night?" He puts his hooves around her legs, not quite tall enough to hug her.

>>40803422

>She ruffles his mane, and smiles sadly.

...We have a small problem.

>Saddle Rager then begins to recount the events of the previous night, including her being dazed by a blow to the head, and slipping out before she was seen.

...Ponies can't know we failed...I failed...

>>40803431
"F-failed?" He gives a concerned look up at her. "What happened last night? Did it have to do with the lab heist?"

>>40803442

>She nodded.

Yes. I faced off against both the perps, but one of them...just wasn't a criminal. I don't even know why she was there. Some kind of accomplice.

I couldn't hurt her. She neutrilized my rage. This...only happens with truly innocent people. Often children or the elderly...

>>40803452
Humdrum tries to wrp his head around the odd scenario. "You mean, the criminal had a hostage? Are you sure she was an accomplice?"

>>40803459

>Saddle shakes her head.

It wasn't a hostage. They were in cahoots. There was a level of trust. Definitely an accomplice.

The other one, the violet one. Guess what she was called.

'Antimatterhorn'

>>40803464
"I've never heard of a villain like that... Oh!" He dashes away, tripping once on his cape, before a few moments later dashing back in with a pen and notepad in his mouth. "Tell me what you can about the villains, and we'll keep all the info in a database!"

>>40803469

>She describes them both as as much detail as she can remember, her description of Yellow much more detailed than her description of Antimatterhorn

>>40803334
>>40803323
"All right! Big Bird and Dreamcoat. Those are your names now. Cogs, put 'em in the system."
At this, Cogs will walk up to each of the volunteers in turn. He will then poke them in the face with his front left hoof.
"Scanned and uploaded, sir! Now, you were headed to the Fun Room?"
Saying this, Cogs steps behind the desk for a moment and comes back with two shiny badges. One says "Big Bird", the other says "Dreamcoat."
"Right. Those badges will get you through just about any door in this building, provided you pass the scans. You will. They were performed as you walked in here. BB, Dream, come with me."
Odds and Ends started off towards a door that looked like it would be more at home in a military bunker than a science lab. He tapped in a code, twisted a few knobs, licked his hoof and pressed it against the door. It slid open silently.
Anyone particularly musically inclined will recognize Odds humming the opening of [i]Toyland[i].

>>40803527
Gust grumbles as she takes her badge, hiding it under her wing along with her arsenal as she follows Odds and Ends. "If I didn't need this, it would be target practice after that slight."

>>40803527
>>40803531
Dreamcoat similarly lets out a displeased grunt at the facial prod, but smiles and accepts the badge. "So when you say 'just about any door', does that include this one?"

>>40803536
>>40803531
"Only two ponies can open this door. Me, and Cogs."
Cogs waves.
"This is where I keep the stuff I can't sell to anyone. Militaries have asked for this. I have politely declined. They tried to raid this compound. That was when Cogs had to politely decline. It was awesome."
Cogs waves again.
"Anywho, I've got some sweet gear in here that, thanks to your little badges, you have access to. Just ask for something, and Cogs will get you the closest thing we've got. Within reason, of course."
Odds smiles... More of a grin, really, like he's really proud of this door.
"So, any requests? We've got steel, we've got armor, we've got rifles that could draw a bead on Fillysecond. Well, maybe not Fillysecond, but they're really good. We also have some medical stuff, for the pacifists, and a cider bar. Which reminds me!"
Odds claps his hooves twice, and a mug of cider slides out from a flap in the bunker door, not unlike a cat door.

>>40803554
"Those rifles sound interesting..." Gust says while eyeing the cider. "...Are you drinking that or...?"

>>40803554
>>40803561
Dreamcoat eyes the gadgets with glee as if she were in a 90% off shoe sale. "Do you have anything especially... unexpected~? Something unannounced, with functions beyond shooting or bashing?"

>>40803561
>>40803565
Another series of claps, and two more mugs slide out.
Cogs steps forward, addressing Gust.
"We have traditional rifles as well as compressed air and electromagnetic propulsion-based models. Would you like to see a catalogue?"
And then Dreamcoat:
"We have pheromonal, neurological, and hallucinogenic toxins; all non lethal, in vapor, liquid or dart form, if you care to be discreet, or, I can show you my workshop. Doctor Ends lets me indulge my whimsical technological fancies in the Tech Wing; there's all sorts of utilitarian devices lying around!"

>>40803578
Gust takes one of the mugs, sipping it, but almost spitting at the term "electromagnetc propulsiond device".

"I'm sorry, do you mean to tell me you have gauss rifles?"

>>40803578
>>40803588
Dreamcoat's eyes light up at the mention of the toxins. "Oooh, those sound like they would go absolutely wonderfully with my smokescreens~! Do you have them in fuchsia? Maybe chartreuse~?"

> Suddenly, a gust of wind would blast past the group, as the energetic Fili-Second appeared before the group. A wide grin across her face, she leaned up against the wall.

Hey guys! Sorry I've been gone all day, been sight seeing in Mesopo-mare-ian. Did I miss anything interesting?

>>40803474
>>40803595
Humdrum frowns up from his notebook. "Saddle Rager almost stopped a heist at the labs, but they beat her somehow!"

>>40803595
>>40803596

>Saddle Rager just stares at the ground, and nods in confirmation.

It's true...

>>40803596
>>40803600

> Placing her hooves on her cheeks, she gave a gasp.

Somepony defeated Saddle Rager? That doesn't sound right! What happened? Oh, was it Long Face using his sad gas again? Well, let's head out then and find him! That party pooper's going down!

>>40803600
>>40803603
"It was another pony, two of them actually! I've never heard of them before though, they must be new!"

>>40803603

No, I could have handled him. These were new ponies, and one of them neutrilzed my rage form.

>>40803604
New villains? Who where they? Did they make an entrance announcing themselves?

>>40803605
> Her head snapping back to Saddle Rager in a moment, her jaw would grow slack.
Wait, they stopped you from going berserk? That's just weird!

>>40803622

Even weirder. I went bezerk, and one of them just cowered, and I just...returned to normal.

>>40803622
>>40803624
"Apparently they were called um..." He checks his notepad. "Anti-matter-corn and Yellow?"

>>40803624
>>40803629
Anti-Matterhorn? That.. doesn't sound original! But Yellow.. just Yellow? What did they look like, so I know what to look out for when on patrol?

>>40803629
>>40803632

Saddle describes the both of them to her, Yellow in more detail than Antimattercorn.

>>40803632
>>40803635
"So, a new pair of villains for the Power Ponies to bring to justice! Awfully strange villain, that Yellow though. Why would she even be there at all?"

>>40803635
>>40803642
> Placing her hoof to her chin, she pondered for a moment.

... Was she actually a villain? Maybe she was just dragged along against her will?

>>40803642
>>40803648

Maybe, but she wasn't a hostage, she took orders when she could have bolted. There's some loyalty there.

>>40803648
>>40803670
"But I can't think of anything she could have been useful for... it must have been an enormous coincidence that she stopped you the way she did!"

>>40803672

I'm not so sure...

>>40803674
> Tilting her head, she looked up at her friend, before giving her a hug.

Well, don't worry about that now. We'll keep a look out for them when we go on patrol. I know you did your best!

>>40803675

...Thanks, but don't patronize me. I messed up. I'm not sure how yet, but I did.

>>40803675
>>40803678
"No problem, because the next time you see them, your friends will be with you!"

>>40803681

>She smiles again, strengthened.

Right!

>>40803681
>>40803683
Exactly! If she plus whatever mumbo jumbo that depowered you, I'll swoop in and drag her to Fillydephia!

>>40803683
>>40803687
"Those amateur villains won't stand a chance against the Power Ponies!!"

>>40803687
>>40803689

Agreed! Together, there's not much who can stand against us!

>>40803588
"That is the laypony's term, yes. We have gauss rifles. The firing speed is negligible, only managing one round every three seconds, but you won't have to reload often and the weapon packs quite a punch. Even a ball bearing can do some damage when it's accelerated to these speeds. I'll call one in."
>>40803591
"I'm sure we could add some coloration; perhaps I could tinker with your smoke grenades, add some color, and see what we could do about adding the toxins to the burst cloud. Now, for delivery, would you like hoof-tossed, launcher, or guided delivery system?"

Odds and Ends has gone into the room beyond, leaving Cogs with the two recruits. The occasional sounds of a welder or other machinery can be heard from within.

>>40805589
"Oh no no, that's really not an issue. My smokescreens are all natural meta-equine magic~. I'm sure you can find a way to work those together, non?"
As Odds moves on, Dreamcoat eyes over Cogs with a curious eye and a wily smirk.

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>>40805589
"You are SERIOUSLY ahead of schedule." Odd that Gust would use the term "ahead of schedule" rather than... well, mostly anything else.

An ordinary afternoon at Maretropolis' largest candy store, with towers of taffy, gobs of gum, loads of lollipops, and much more! The store is filled with children enjoying the end of their school day by filling themselves with sugar, but one pony sits outside looking somewhat miserable. Appearing a bit too old to be staring longingly into the window of a candy store, the pink mare has her face and hooves pressed right up against the display window, sighing sadly.

>>40806041

>A mare trots by, with brown hair and a grey mane. She looks friendly yet with an air of authority, like a schoolteacher off-work.

Is something wrong?

>>40806045
Her mane and tail seem rather globby, looking like a bunch of bubble gum got stuck in identically colored hair. It's impossible to tell where the hair ends and the gum, if any, begins.
"I just soooooo wanna get in there!"

>>40806054

>The mare takes a note of this, but says nothing.

Well, why can't you?

>>40806059
She slumps sadly. "I'm not allowed in anymore. Also, I'm broke!" Her hooves are sent right into her bare hips where pockets could feasibly have been, before pulling outward and giving a rather convincing, and disturbing, imitation of inverted pockets flopping out, made somehow of her own body.

>>40806064

>The mare's eyes go wide.

You're special, aren't you?

>>40806064
I gagged...

>>40806066
"You know what? You're right! I am special!" She looks back inside. "Maybe I should just go in and take the candy! That's a great idea, miss!"

>>40806068
>What a gag :3

>>40806070

Wow, now I didn't say that. Here, take this money.

>She gives the strange mare a five bit piece.

You do know taking without paying is wrong, right?

>>40806081
"Ooh, shiny!" She fumbles with it for longer than one would expect, before realizing it's not a chocolate coin. "Well yeah but I mean, kicking me out in the first place was super mean too!"

>>40806084

They kicked you out? Why did they kick you out?

>>40806085
She rolls her eyes. "Well I might have taken a few dozen gumballs without paying, but you see I was going to give them back when I was done with them!"

>>40806088

I...don't think fair trade works like that. You need to pay money to get stuff. That's the short version.

>>40806091
"Tch, ponies in this city are always talking about money, but things would be a lot better off if they talked more about candy if you ask me~!" She leans in curiously. "So hey, what's your name? You seem awful interested in me, ya know~!"

>>40806094

My name's Sweet Pea.

I just don't like to see nice kids start doing naughty things, because if they keep doing them, they become naughty kids.

>>40806096
She sticks out her tongue. "Blegh, peas are gross. But sweet things are good! Maybe it's a pea covered in sugar? Or pea flavored taffy?"

>>40806102

It's the name of the plant I was named after.

What's your name?

>>40806103
She gives a big wide grin.
"I'm Bubble Yum! Nice ta meetcha Sweet Tea!"

>>40806102
I believe I have discovered this one's weakness. Attention Defic- HEY LOOK A SQUIRREL!

>>40806105

Sweet Pea.

So, why don't you go in and buy some candy now that you have money?

>>40806112
"Wow, you don't have a very good memory do you? I told you, I'm not allowed in anymore... But hey, you could go in and buy me candy~!"

>>40806114

That sounds like a good idea. Wait here. What would you like?

>>40806119
She sits and "counts" on her hooves.
"I'd like about 50 gumballs, ten pounds of taffy, a bag of sprinkles, a bag of jimmies, a gallon of marshmallows, one heaping teaspoon of cinnamon... and I could go for a jawbreaker, but that might be overdoing it."

>>40806126

Yes, that might be overdoing it. You won't have room for dinner if you at all that.

I'll buy you five things.

>>40806127
She thinks rather silently about it, trying to count it out. "Okay, five Mega Mondo Hyper Candy Mobius Bars!"

>>40806132

Okay!

>She disappears into the shop and comes out with five of said bars.

Here you go~

>>40806139
"Ooooh thanks! You're awesome!" She hugs into Sweet Pea, feeling a bit squishy and smelling strongly of sugar.

>>40806141

>Pea hugs back.

See? Nobody shouted at you and you got what you wanted.

>>40806144
She's already finished a candy bar, and damn those things look sickeningly sweet and large.
"Well I got some of it I guess. But now I know how to get other ponies to buy me sweets!"

>>40806146

Other ponies aren't always as kind as me. It might be easier just to use your own money when you have any.

>>40806149
"So I need to learn ways to get lots of money from ponies who won't just offer it. Got it!"

>>40806158

>She smiles, though her patience is being tried.

A weekend job is a very good place to start!

>>40806163
"Weekend job, got it!" She salutes and digs into the third candy bar.

>>40805926
"We can make things work. think... Would you be so kind as to fire one off in..."
An object that looks like a hamster ball is spat from the door. Cogs catches it.
"Here?"
>>40805992
"Actually, we're a bit behind what I'd projected..."
As Cogs speaks, a rifle drops from a chute... that seems to have extended from the vault door. After a few clunking noises, a blocky rifle tumbles out.
"Right. Here you are."

>>40807298
"Excuse me?" She looks rather offended at the phrasing.

>>40807303
"Oh.. Oh! OH! Nononononono! A smoke bomb! Fire a smoke bomb into the container and it will analyze it and oooooh, oh 100100100100100101010010010..."
Oh dear, it seems Cogs is having a fit.

>>40807305
"Oh my... There goes that idea."

>>40807308
"100100101101010101 Sorry about that."
Okay he's fine.
"I tend to babble when I'm embarassed..."

As the ponies conversed, a squad of police stallions would run by, sirens blaring as the hurried on past. What would have them in such a rush? It was no mere jaywalker or litter bug, but there was a robber at the city museum of ancient history! And who would be behind such a heist? Why none other than...

>>40807321
"Something of a fatal flaw, it would seem~." She gives an amused grin.

"Yes my servants, we must find it!" The regal robber proclaimed, as he commanded his linen wrapped minions. As they ran sacked the museum, innocent ponies fleeing and screaming, the Pharaoh raised up his staff. "I've been waiting for it for too long! Ever since I learned of it's discovery, I've been patiently plotting for it to arrive here! Such a magnificent curio must be part of my collection!"

>>40807331
"Oh, are you shopping here too?"
A strange looking pink mare with a big smile, a globby mane, a facemask, and an odd costume covered with colorful circles of all sizes and overlap stands just next to him.
"And here I thought you were one of the exhibits!"

>>40807330
>>40807331
"Oh dear. Doctor!"
The noises from the back stop.
"What?"
"Trouble at the museum!"
CRASH!
"Oh dear. Miss Dreamcoat, could you head to the museum? I can call a car to pick you up from here..."
Cogs shakes his head.
"What is he thinking, breaking windows like that. Security systems going nuts..."

>>408073...
As the ponies talk to each other, a noise can be heard in the background. A rumbling noise that builds until something crashes through a nearby wall.
Did I miss the heist? I missed the heist, didn't I? I hate missing the heist."

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>>40807344
"...You want me to go toward the trouble? No thank you."

>>40807340
Raising a brow, he looked at the brightly colored mare. Giving a smirk, he gave a reply "Oh, I am not shopping. I am merely retrieving what is rightfully mine. Now, I would recommend that you commence with fleeing now, and let me get to my prize."

>>40807350
She gasps. "Prize!? Is this a contest??" She jumps in front of the villain, between him and his goal. "C'mon, try and take me on~! Put up ya dukes!"

>>40807298
>Sorry bout the wait!

The gryphon takes it, nodding. "Well, where do you want me at, anyway?"

>>40807344
"Gah, another interloper... Mummy Minions, attack!" With that, a horde of bandaged baddies would attack the new comer.

>>40807354
Letting out a snort, he would go to shove her to the side. "I tried to ask politely, peasant. Now, get out of my way, or I'll be forced to use bru-" His eyes would go wide, as he pressed his hoof against her gooey form. "What in the name of the Great Beetle that Rolls the Sun?"

>>40807357
"We are to... well, get up somewhere where you can get a good view."
"And, Miss Dreamcoat? Please stay here for a bit. I have to get something from the vault."
With that, Cogs heads into the vault, closing the door behind him.

>>40807365
The gryphon rolls her eyes, heading upstairs, with the rifle strapped to her back. "This could get messy sometime soon..."

>>40807363
One mummy, instead of charging to battle, stands there looking onto the strange gummy pony. Its eyes questioning either the situation or the command given.

>>40807363
Oh god, I just read that. XD

>>40807363
>>40807363
"Really? Mummies? Are-- are you serious?"
the first few mummy minions are dispatched with a devastating series of kicks. Then, The newcomer is overwhelmed by their sheer numbers. As more and more of them flop onto the pile, a loud humming noise can be heard, followed by a sharp bang! A cloud of smoke!
When the dust clears, the mummies are all over the place. And standing in the middle of them all, unharmed, is a pony in a suit of armor.
"Sweet."

>>40807372
Mummy MINIONS. The difference is important.

>>40807369
>>40807372
>>40807363
Meanwhile, the pink pony lets out a giddy giggle as the shove fails to move her and Pharaoh's hoof gets caught in her sticky body. "Oh, are we wrestling!?" She grins wide and grabs the villain, her strength quite surprising for a mare of her size, and taking full advantage of Pharaoh's unexpectedly restricted mobility, lifting him a bit before suddenly slamming him onto his back. "Ippon!"

>>40807381
"Omf!" He'd exclaim, as he was tossed onto his back by the sticky mare. "What manner of sorcery is this?" Trying to get himself back up, he would find his hoof was still stuck in her, despite how much he would pull and yank. "What manner of abomination are you? Some spawn of the Creeping Chaos perhaps?"

>>40807369
Snapping his head towards the nearest mummy, he would yell out to it. "You there! Obey your master and get this aberration off of me before she stains my garb!"

>>40807372
The legions would be tossed back, however, each one would shamble back up to their feet, lurching back towards Workhorse.

>>40807392
>>40807372
You know what would help with this? A gauss rifle.

>>40807392
under her own breath though audible, she says
"I don't know if or how a mummy talks. Oh buck it."
She then slides the mummy wrap off of her face showing a whitish pink face with purple eyes before exclaiming;
"I didn't plan farther than this!"

>>40807392
>>40807397
She stands up, Pharaoh's hoof sliding rather easily off of her, but with some globby pink goo covering it. "Wow, your minions are like, really bad at their job. So where's my prize??"

>>40807397
Letting out a gasp, he would shout "And another to interfere with my plan! By the Ancient Curses!"

>>40807403
Shaking off the goop, he would jump back.. before his eyes would come across a small, humble pot in the middle of the exhibit. "I believe you mean my prize, you amorphous cretin!" With that, he darted towards the pot, grabbing it in his hooves.

>>40807409
"Oh no you don't!" The mare yells as she takes her wraps in her mouth, a already prepared lasso in it.
She attempts to grab the Pharaoh with it. Only leaving it up to luck as she has very little skill with ropes.
Its up to you guys if it hits or not

Will the Pharaoh get away with his heist, or will Doppel stop him in his tracks? What is in the strange pot? And who is this strange sticky mare? FIND OUT NEXT TIME!

'nuff said

>>40807426
Shut up Narrator, not all of us are done yet.

>>40807428
Are you not in the skype chat? GM is done for the night

>>40807429
I can't see skype chat, but okays.

>But all this time, reader, what has High Heel been up to? Well;

>Two weeks ago to the day, a shipment of High Heels to the department store went missing. The City Guard got an anonymous tip that the shipment had been seen stashed at the docks. A squad of Guards showed up, entered the shipping crate, and secured the shoes, but it was a trap! The doors sprang shut and High Heel, cackling, picked the crate up by crane, loaded it onto a truck, and drove to an unknown location.

>The next day, the City Guard HQ got a call that the guards were under ransom for two million, and if she wasn't paid, they'd die. She also demanded that no police or superheroes be present, because she would have back up, and she'd know.The meeting place, date and time was disclosed. The call was traced, but High Heel had used a payphone in the center of the city.


>Cut to present day. A warehouse on the outskirts of the city. At least two squads of the Guard were at key strategic points around the building. The time approaches.

>High Heel enters on the second, with the hostages in tow, each one bound and gagged securely. They have her two million, but everyone in the room knows that they don't mean to give her it. She orders the hostages to march to their brothers in arms, but makes no move for the money. The moment one of the Guards raises his hoof in a gesture to aim, Explosions rock the building from the four corners, and poison gas starts to spread around the room, but High Heel had put on a gas mask in all the confusion. She calmly and confidently trots towards the two million.

>>40807900
In an impossibly fast fraction of a second, a costumed silver pegasus with a bright bronze mane bursts unceremoniously into the warehouse through the ceiling and slams onto her hooves. The ponies inside have only a moment to react while a disembodied voice seems to speak from up above, "ultrasONIC..."
In that instant, the pegasus raises her head with a huge, cocky grin and shouts "BOOM!" As if that word pulled some kind of trigger, the entire building is hit by the concussive force of a large explosion, shattering the windows, cracking the ground, and blowing a very sizable chunk out of the roof. One second later, the simple gas that had just moments before been filling the room was hundreds of feet away and exceedingly dispersed in all directions. The money, unfortunately for all involved, is not far behind. To the ponies in the warehouse, the force of the blast, though not deadly, floors and deafens them quite handily.

>>40807955

>High Heel picks herself up off the floor twenty feet from where she was just standing, and stared at the carnage. The gas hadn't killed a single Guard, and was now disperced. The money was scattered, and a newcomerwas standing in the middle of the Warehouse.

Dammit, I said no heroes!

>She starts to trot towards the pegasus, fury in her eyes.

>>40807960
Seeming not at all to notice the villainess approaching, the pegasus curls her hooves, wincing as they are almost certainly sprained, but keeping that cocky grin. "Aw YEAH! What a RUSH! Wait until those slowpokes at the base hear about how I clocked every cop in the city!!"

>>40807968

They were supposed to be dead!

>High Heel grabs the Pegasus by the neck of her costume.

And you ruined everything!!

>>40807974
She rolls her eyes and scoffs, not bothering to make a move. "Pfffff, chill out grandma. I just saw all the cops streaming into this warehouse and thought I'd give em a little welcoming shake. What's the big deal?"

>>40807991

>She lets the Pegasus go.

The big deal is that I had set up this whole plan for revenge, and now it's all for naught. Three whole weeks wasted! Thanks to you!

>>40808012
She simply groans. "Lady, I don't have all day to listen to you ramble on, I've got places to be! Chillax a little!"

>>40808030

Chillax?! How can I chillax? LOOK AT THIS MESS!

>Some of the guards are starting to stir.

Never mind. Come on, before we're caught.

>She takes the pegasus by the hoof and drags her out the warehouse.

>>40808034
"H-hey watch it-!" She lets out a pained grunt as her hoof is grabbed, and she reluctantly follows High Heel out to wherever she's going.

>>40808041

>Which is behind the neighboring warehouse, where she finally stopped. She smiles now.

Well, I'm still annoyed at you, but moaning about it isn't going to change anything.

You don't strike me as a hero.

>>40808050
She rubs her hoof and lets out a boisterous laugh, which only by chance doesn't attract any more unwanted attention. "A hero? Notta chance! Name's Meteoryte, fastest pegasus in the world!"

>>40808077

I could believe that, considering how fast you can undo three weeks of work.

I'm High Heel.

>>40808086
"High Heel? Quite a few questions I could ask about that one, you know!" She snickers. "So now I know your name, but who ARE you?"

>>40808100

There are few, few people who know that, and you're not going to become one of them a few minutes after I've met you.

>>40808102
"Huh? Nah, I meant, what's your deal? What's your schtick? What were you doing in that warehouse?"

>>40808105

I was trying to gas every guard in that building, and make off with the two million. That's the basics.

>>40808112
She simply laughs. "Wow, guess I totally obliterated that plan! You shoulda told me about it before I crashed the party!"

>>40808138

By then, it would have been too late, you dispersed the gas, and scattered the two million just by landing.

Anyway, forget about it. It wouldn't have accomplished much anyway besides petty revenge.

>>40808141
"Quick to recover from a failure, at least! I respect that!" She leans in, rubbing her sore hooves. "But hey, didja see that ultrasonic boom that followed me in? Killer!"

>>40808151

Looking back on it, that was pretty impressive.

And if I wasn't quick to accept failure in this city, I'd spend more time brooding than committing crimes!

>>40808159
"No time for that! Live fast, no regrets!" She stretches out her wings. "Speaking of which, I'd appreciate if we could get a move onto somewhere where I can rest my hooves."

>>40808167

Agreed. Do you know a place?

>>40808171
"Nope! Up to you, Shoes!"

>>40808194

High Heel. My name's High Heel. Heels aren't just 'shoes'.

>She's still smiling, but that sentence annoyed her.

And I know a fairly discreet place. The roof of that old, shut down burger joint. You know the one?

>>40808200
"Ooh, that place had wicked burgers! Too bad they got robbed so much they went out of business." She snickers a bit. "Let's get a move on!"
With that, she flies into the air toward the place High Heel mentioned, leaving her on the ground behind the warehouse.

>>40808215

>High heel breaks into a run. Despite wearing heels, she is quite fast, obviously in peak physical condition.

>>40808295
Meteoryte is waiting for her on top of the building, lying back against an old ventilation spout.

>>40808297

>When High Heel, gets to the building, she clears it in three bounds, and lands on the roof gracefully. She's clearly had parkour training of some kind.

Sorry about the wait. I came on hoof.

>>40808298
She looks over and raises an eyebrow with an intrigued grin. "For a wait, it wasn't too bad. You got here blazing quick, for an earth pony!"

>>40808309

Well, I did train at a military camp to be a Guard.

...That didn't go well.

>Her smile's dropped.

>>40808313
She keeps her lazy, laid back posture. "I take it that had something to do with your plan back there?"

>>40808318

>She nods.

They wouldn't let me join because I was under the minimum height! All my training for nothing!

I'll never forgive them!

>>40808320
...
...
...
"Bahahahaha! That's hilarious!!"

>>40808324

Shut up! No, it's not!

>She looks pretty pissed off now, and her eyes are glazed a little.

>>40808325
"Well just think about it, you nearly killed off the whole police force until I showed up, that's got to prove something. Besides, would you really want to be in that stuffy old organization anyway?"

>>40808329

I agree that my like now is so fun, but my entire life was spend dreaming of bring in the guard. I had to rebuild myself from scratch. All I have left from my original self is the anger.

>>40808330
"If it's fun, it's fun, and you should do it! No time to sit and fester about what didn't happen, you know?"

>>40808331

Most of what I do now is because of that that. My revenge against the guard, my liking of high heels, it's why I'm a supervillian.

>>40808333
She gives a yawn. "That's peachy and all, but it sounds like a waste of time to me."

>>40808334

What do you suggest I do?

>>40808335
"Steal for the hell of it!! Take what you want and forget about those losers in the guard!"

>>40808345

But what's the point, besides the short thrill?

>>40808346
"What do you mean 'besides'? And anyway, it's better than silly revenge, isn't it?"

>>40808359

So, you just steal and steal over and over again? When do you get satisfied. At the moment I know I'll be satisfied when the Guard is no more.

>>40808364
"Nah, I'm not a thief. Not just a thief I guess. I just do whatever I want!"

>>40808376

That's not the kind of lifestyle that would suit me. I can do anything I want, but I just don't do a lot of things.

>>40808377
"You should really give it a try! C'mon, what's something you want to do that you just don't?"

>>40808393

...Rob a jeweller's?

>>40808394
"Sounds sweet! You totally should!"

>>40808398

Let's go!

>Might leave it there until heroes come. Need a break.

>>40808400
>Yeah, sounds good to me.

Meanwhile, back at the lab, Cogs had finally found whatever it was he had been looking for and was back with Dreamcoat.
"So, how do your smoke bombs work?"

Gust reached the roof of the labs, taking a look around the view of the immediate surroundings. "...I can work with this. But fiiiirst..."

Over the next few minutes, she began setting up bottles along the ledge on one side of the roof, clearly for some unsanctioned target practice.

>>40808618
She impatiently taps her hoof. "I told you, I don't use smoke bombs. I make smoke with my powers. Would you like to see?"

>>40808619
>>40808620
"Sure. Just a moment."


ON THE ROOF
A voice will emanate from the new rifle.
"WHAT are you doing!? Are you honestly about to fire a RAILGUN at bottles? you fire that thing, you are ruining someone's day, somewhere, sometime. It will kill that bottle, as well as anyone a mile away from that bottle in your line of fire!"

>>40808646
"I'm not stupid, I'm not going to be firing with nothing behind the bottles." She pulls out a sheet of what appears to be some kind of metal, and jury rigs something to hold it up behind the bottles from various junk she gathers from trash outside the labs. (Flight powers) "...So uh, is there a radio in this gun or something?"

>>40808646
*blink*
"...What is it?"

Workhorse, if you're going to bother posting at all, you should probably pay attention to the damn thread, especially since you claim to only have so long each night.

>>40808651
"What? No! I'm talking to you! You'll need more than some scrap metal to block my shots, A CAR DOESN'T BLOCK MY SHOTS BIG BIRD."
Great. Now your new gun is backsassing you.
>>40808660
"Had to give Gauss his voice. Show me your powers?"

>>40808679
She gives him a rather unamused stare before her horn begins to glow, and swirling from between her hooves comes a thick mist that takes about ten seconds to fill the room. Visibility is now zero.

>>40808679
Wordlessly, Gust picks up the rifle and fires. The ball bearing shatters a bottle and embeds itself into the sheet of metal, smoke coming from the impact point.

"That's a 1 cm thick sheet of unobtanium. Pretty much the densest thing on the planet, save for your head, and the most expensive thing I own, save for this rifle. You could theoretically stop a nuke with enough of the stuff, a little balistic testing is fine."

>>40808685
I'm tempted to say the sheet metal flies off the roof at incredibly high speed. Also aren't ball bearings bouncy?

>>40808683
"Interesting. So, perhaps an aerosol to dispense the toxins? I could arrange something suitable pretty, maybe a decorative saddle with canisters of the agents. "
Cogs is looking where he assumes Dreamcoat is located.
"By the way, what would you like me to call you? I know Doctor Ends said Dreamcoat, but I can remember a few more names..."

>>40808688
Too dense, it'd absorb the impact, realistically it'd fall over and ruin the sidewalk below, but comic rules. Also at the speed of a gauss rifle, a ball bearing would basically be a conical bullet.

>>40808692
She gives a smile, which he might be able to hear in her voice, since he almost certainly can't see it. "A decorative saddle you say? Could it be studded with diamonds? Or maybe amethysts to match the gas...?"
Suddenly she has a hoof around Cogs' shoulder from behind. "And you can call me Gem."

>>40808702
"All right... Gem."
Cogs pauses.
"Interesting name, rolls of the tongue nicely. Diamonds might be difficult, amethyst is Doctor Ends' favorite focuser for lasers so we might have a bit lying around... Let me check..."
Cogs looks at his watch, swiping a few things on its minute screen.
"Yes, we have a few finished amethyst products not in use, I could work up something synthetic that might provide better protection though... Gem."
>>40808692
"I don't have a head. I'm a gun."

>>40808713
"As long as it's glamorous, I'm sure it will be perfect~. I know you can handle it, sweetie~."

>>40808713
"Ah, an AI of some sort? Good, then I'll make sure to remove your speaker later."

>>40808722
"Good luck taking this thing apart. You won't find a screwdriver that works."
>>40808719
"I've got fabrications working on something now. Should be done in half an hour. Technology's pretty awesome."

>>40808737
"Yes I will, I've taken apart more complicated things with worse tools."

>>40808737
"That IS amazing... What controls all this lovely tech...?"

>>40808759
"Oh, that'd be the Central AI. In control of all the security, business, and tech... stuff."
Cogs looks at Gem.
"When did you get back there?"
>>408...
"Worse tools, maybe. More complicated? If I was any smarter, I could replicate."

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>>40808797
"My oh my, sounds like this place could run itself even without your boss around at all..."

>>40808797
Gust rolls her eyes and begins checking the connections before calming sliding the stock out of place. "You were saying?"

>>40808808
"The AI core is interwoven with the weaponry itself. You take me out, the gun won't fire."
>>40808805
"Yeah. There's a lot I do to help around here, and Doctor Ends is busy a lot. Sometimes the AI runs this place for weeks at a time."

>>40808818
"I know what a speaker looks like. I can remove that with a simple dummy connection to avoid a short."

>>40808818
"You're certainly an impressive piece of work... Mister A.I.~"

>>40808820
"Well, I... wait what did... Oh, --"
A brief burst of radio static cuts off his words.
"I'm not supposed to tell ponies about that... Please keep it a secret?"

>>40808819
"Please don't. I don't want to be mute. I can be helpful!"

>>40808831
"Mmmmhmmm..." She slides the stock back into place. "Will you stay quiet when no one asks for your input and/or you have nothing useful to say?"

>>40808831
"You want me to keep it from other ponies, and not tell your boss how obvious you made it~? I'll keep your secret, but then you have to do a few thing for me~." She winks.

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>>40808834
"I can do that."
>>40808837
"What... sort of things? There are some things I just can't do. Like wire you money without recompense."

>>40808844
She gives a sparkling grin. "Oh nothing too scandalous~. I'd just like a few extra "gifts" from you, and for you not to tell your boss about it~."

>>40808844
"Good." She takes a second shot, shattering a second bottle. This time the breaking of glass and smacking of metal on metal is shortly followed by a pony cursing down on the streetside as he's pelted with shattered glass. "Sorry! ...Kind of!"

>>40808847
"What kind of 'gifts'?"
Cogs looks a bit nervous. Odd, for a computer.
>>40808849
"Maybe if you didn't set those on a ledge..."

>>40808867
"...It's traditional." No it isn't.

>>40808867
She leans in and smirks. "In addition to mind-affecting aerosols and a laser focusing saddle... what else can you offer~?"

>>40808871
"It's totally not traditional."

>>40808876
"...Shut up..."

>>40808874
"I-i..."
Cogs lapses into a mumbling chain of ones and zeroes.

>>40808882
>And scene!

LAST TIME!

A Phony Pharaoh stuck in a sticky trap!

A new hero piled under mummies!

A mummy that wasn't a mummy!

Now, as the pharaoh grabs for his prize, who will prevail! FIND OUT NOW!

>>40808886
>Cue theme music

With a lash wrapped around one hoof, the Pharaoh went toppling down, as he clutched onto the pot. Luckily, it didn't shatter, as he protected it from the impact. "You fool!" He shouted "You almost ruined it!"

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>>40808891
The pink mare raises her hooves into the air. "Touchdown~!!"

>>40808891
The partly mummified mare rips the wrap from herself simultaneously lighting a 'strike anywhere' match, dropping it onto the makeshift lasso. The fire spreads quickly down the line generating a large amount of smoke. Before view is completely obscured, the mare starts galloping towards the Pharaoh.

>>40808886
From underneath the pile of goons, Workhorse is struggling to get up.
"Come on, come o, you can do it, baby..."
Like a majestic phoenix rising from a flailing pile of mummies, Workhorse rose from a flailing pile of mummies. He began kicking them away. It was hard work.

>>40808904
As the fight went on, a blur would cross the vision of all those involved, as mummies were tossed of the new hero.

"Man, doesn't this guy ever try anything new?"

>>40808894
"... I swear, when I rule this land, you will be the first on the list to work on my monuments!" He grunted out, as he got up.

>>40808908
His eyes narrowing, he exclaimed, "And her too! What god did I upset to have this come to me?!"

>>40808897
"Oh no! You won't have my prize!" He yelled out, as he began to run away.

>>40808908
"So far, all he's done is slam into the ground. Is that what he usually does?" Now there's an unfamiliar pony.

>>40808912
"Hey, you're not getting away with that after I beat you!" She leaps at the jar in his hooves, clinging to it even as he carries it away. Meanwhile, that flame is catching up to him, the wrap still around his hoof.

>>40808912
A voice calls out "Tick tick-" Poof
The flame caught up to the knot on the lasso and the smoke bloomed, filling the whole room in the blinding gas . Along with that is a light burn on the back of the Pharaoh's hoof.

>>40808908
"Hey. Gotta say, big fan. Love the attitude. Love the look."
As he kicked off the last of the mooks, Workhorse looked into the smoke and gas in the middle of the room.
Thermals on; let's get in there!
And he charged at the Pharaoh in the middle of the smoke cloud.

>>40808917
"Hehe, yeah! The Phony Pharaoh's mostly a flop! Go get him girl!" She answered with a giggle.

>>40808927
"Why thanks! You're doing pretty good yourself!"

>>40808921
With the smoke filling up the room, she would zip about, takind down mummy after mummy.

>>40808917
>>40808921
With a yelp he would let go of the jar, which stuck to the gooey mare's body. Shaking his hooves, he snarled. "How... how dare you! That actually hurt!"

>>40808927
His eyes widening, he began to brace himself.
"... and so will this..."

>>40808935
"..adding insult to the incoming injury.. thanks.. thanks alot.

>>40808937
And during the smoke filled chaos, the pink mare grinningly makes her way to the stand where the ancient pottery stood, taking a seat on it and holding the pot securely in her hooves, watching the fight.

>>40808937
The unknown mare yells within the smoke; "I hope you like the new tattoo!" Referring to the large splotch of still hot ink on the Pharaoh's leg. "I'll visit you in jail!" This time the voice is softer and it's clear she has left the building.

>>40808937
Workhorse slammed into the Pharaoh like a train jumping the tracks. He actually managed to carry them both out of the smoke and into a nearby wall.

>>40808953
Slammed up against the wall, his head would throb as he fell down. "You.. you haven't defeated the gre-great... Phhhhhaaaroaah..." he utter out, before passing out.

>>40808958
>Matchbell.mp3

>>40808960
>Ippon!

"Good job everypony!" She exclaimed with a hop.

>>40808953
Blotted over, she looked over the conked out baddy. "Oooh.. he's gonna feel that in the morning!"

>>40808941
Zipping back to the new face, she gave a smile. "And good job securing that from him! You two are something! So.. what was he going after in the first place?"

>>40808962
"I don't know why he wanted it so badly, maybe he was really hungry?" She removes the lid from the pot and tosses it away, before dipping her hoof inside and removing a large hoofful of perfectly preserved 5000 year old royal honey and stuffing it into her mouth. "Mmmmmmm~!"

>Maretropolis Jewellers. Home to so many robberies and fights that the owners found it cheaper just to replace the glass storefront with military grade unbreakable bulletproof glass.

>But today, it would be visited by someone more intelligent and crafty than the average armed robber. Someone who doesn't usually go for jewellery.

>There's a loud BANG on the glass. The shopkeeper ignores it. Must be kids playing. A minute later, there's another BANG. He looks up. There's absolutely nopony there. He stared outside for a few minutes, and then goes back to his magazine.

>The moment he does, there are two BANGS in a row. The shopkeeper grabs the gun from under the desk, trots to the door, and opens it. The moment he does, he sees the ground whiz past his vision until he lands hard on it, gun out of his hoof, and standing over him, the Supervillianess known as High Heel, who brings one of her trademark heels down onto his head. The broad side of High Heel's heel was the last thing he saw before stars, and then magical dreamlands of rainbows and early retirement.

---

>High Heel, stepped over the unconscious jeweller, and dropped an empty bag to the floor, ready to be filled. She looked around and smiled at the splendor of her surroundings.

>Time to get to work.

>>40809588
Subtle.

During her daily exercises, Gust was caught off guard by a series of loud bangs. At first she mistook it for some kind of gun fire, but soon pinpointed the location. Upon noticing the ongoing robbery, and no obvious means to profit from it herself, she landed and began to watch, because this could at least prove amusing.

>>40809588
>>40809592
If Gust came in from above, she might notice a costumed, silver pegasus relaxing on the store's roof as it's robbed.

>>40809592

>High Heel took a break from loading the bag, stopped, and stared at the Griffin that was watching her. Was he a rat? Was he a cop? Was he a hero? Or was he just watching? Either way, she'd rather not have him in the picture.

>She continued to load the bag, merely taking the step to glare at him right now.

>>40809608
*She

So far Gust hadn't made a move, she just seemed to be observing, taking in what was goin on in an analytical fashion.

>>40809606
Gust had discounted the silver pegasus at the moment, more interested in what was going on inside the store than on top of it.

>>40809611

>High Heel does not trust her in the slightest. Now, having cleared out a bag's worth full, she zips it up, and starts to head towards Gust.

>>40809621
The moment the high heeled villainess began to approach, Gust drew her strange baton, the wires suddenly crackling with electricity. "I suggest you keep your distance."

>>40809628

>High Heel stops dead in her tracks, and her mouth grown into a smile.

"It talks."

>>40809628
>>40809631
The pegasus is now peering over the edge of the roof, watching in interest.

>>40809631
>>40809634
"'It' is female and sentient." Gust snorts a bit, keeping her guard up.

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>>40809640

Fascinating, but I have places to be before the police show up, and if you were going to stop me, you'd have done so by now, so adieu.

>She starts to trot past the Griffin.

>>40809643
"And your reasoning that I won't simply point the police into your exact direction is... what exactly?" Gust barely turns mostly letting her eyes do the following as she continues to be ready for a sudden attack, even as High Heel walks past.

>>40809648
"How about this?"
A cocky voice rings out from above, and what Gust can only assume is the pegasus from the roof lands on the griffon's wide back.
"The jewelery store is wide open, the owner's knocked out, and the cops will be slow today due to a certain incident earlier. You could point them to catch her, or you could pretty easily fill your own pockets~." The grin on her face is practically audible.

>>40809648
>>40809659

>High Heel smirks.

She makes a good point, no?

>>40809659
>>40809662
Gust turns her attention toward the new voice. "The cameras are on and I JUST got a job as a security officer elsewhere."

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>>40809668
>>40809662
The pegasus zips over to the security camera, and shatters it with a forceful punch. "Oops!" She snickers loudly.

>>40809671
"...You DO realize the camera would have caught you doing that, right?" Gust slowly begins lowering her weapon, not entirely sure what to make of the surprisingly playful attitude of the two villainesses, which is made clear by her voice.

>>40809676
"You really have to stop worrying about that stuff. All you have to ask yourself is, do you want all the jewels you can carry or not?"

>>40809681
"That 'stuff' tends to keep me out of jail... or worse."

>>40809683
"So what, you're just going to stand there all night? I mean, Shoes already got away, what are you gonna tell the police?"

>>40809689
"Well she's not exactly... subtle. I could easily give an accurate description if I wanted to." She shrugs and relaxes her grip on her baton's hilt, the wires immediately stopping their sparking. "But I suppose I have no reason to."

>>40809692
"Now you're getting it!" She flies in closer. "The question is, what do you WANT to do? And why aren't you doing it?"

>>40809693
"Mostly because what I want to do and what I CAN do are two completely different things at the moment." She twirls her baton a bit before returning it to its place behind her wing and offering her claw to the pegasus. "Gust. Nice to meet you I suppose."

>>40809697
She extends her hoof. "Meteoryte, fastest pegasus there is!"

>>40809704
Gust shakes, the hoof, firmly. "A pleasure I'm sure. Though I have to say, you're PROBABLY the kind of pony mothers call "a bad influence"." She makes air quotes upon saying "a bad influence".

>>40809709
She gives a pained wince at the shake, but continues grinning. "I'm not the type to influence, I just think people shouldn't spend so much time worrying about what they should do and just do it!"

>>40809712
"Trust me, under normal circumstances I would definitely do that, but you haven't seen the perks my current job gives. I REALLY don't want to risk losing it over something like this."

>>40809716
"Well here come the cops, so you probably don't want to be here much longer. Out!" She dashes upward and into the city.