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1<Mare-Do-Well> Previously...
2<Mare-Do-Well> Upon approach to Darkness Falls, the Crimson's Caravaners intervened in the attempted assassination of a wealthy pony carrying a briefcase with an odd, golden symbol...
3<Mare-Do-Well> ...
4* TenMihara is now known as Mitzi
5<Mare-Do-Well> "The ghouls of Equestria are being sustained by irradiated water that is hauled into the country from foreign lands by caravans.  But the trips are long and dangerous... and grow moreso every day.  Many good ponies have been lost trying to bring dirty water from the zebra lands.  Soon, it may become too dangerous to continue..."
6<Mare-Do-Well> Effigy frowns, "Or the water may become too expensive for many ghouls to afford."
7<Mare-Do-Well> Kid grumbles. "Look, is there a point t' this? What 'r we deliverin'? Some sorta balefire talisman or whatsit?"
8<Mare-Do-Well> Effigy nods. "Equestria would benefit greatly from having an irradiated zone within our borders. One which provided life-giving irradiated water for the ghouls... and irradiated material we could use to fuel Red Eye's old radiation engines. But thanks to the Gardens of Equestria, no such place exists here.  To create a new one, we would need a balefire bomb."
9<Mare-Do-Well> Shatara slowly looks up from his rifle.
10<Mare-Do-Well> Kid blinked. "... No. Nonononononono. No. No. You ain't suggestin..."  Kid 's forehooves flop to her side, eyes kind of watering up a bit. "You are suggestin'. Aw, Celestia, you are suggestin' it." Why'd he go and suggest that they find a balefire bomb? Why them?
11<Mare-Do-Well> Shatara ponders. "That would certainly explain why the Followers are hiring assasins against us..."
12<Mare-Do-Well> ...
13<Mare-Do-Well> The /Shadowbolt/ begins to move, picking up speed.  Below, a creature that is mostly a dragon lumbers out of the entrance.  Amethyst scales and ruby-spined, the dragon is covered in black vines that thread in and out of its body, covering him like veins, with bulges of oily pustules and black flowers.  The creature stares up at the ship and roars.
14<Mare-Do-Well> Mitzi gasps and slips Hunter behind her. "Wut eez dat?!"
15<Mare-Do-Well> The Stripeless react with horror to the sight below.  The translator turns to Shatara, speaking in griffin.  "It is the Black Plague of the Anulus Mortis!"
16<Mare-Do-Well> ...
17<Mare-Do-Well> Dragon_Lord_Ember frowns.  Then turns to Mitzi.  "In the spirit of building alliances, I can do you a favor in return.  I will send Citrine Glow to accompany you as my ambassador from the Dragonlands." 
18<Mare-Do-Well> ...
19<Mare-Do-Well> Captain Fianchetto asks Get_Lost, "Do you think you could help get the Thunderhead airborne again?"
20<Mare-Do-Well> Shatara pomfs.  Mitzi groans. "Great. Bigger flyeen boat." 
21<Mare-Do-Well> Get_Lost opens her mouth, then thinks for a moment, then closes her mouth and thinks a bit more "i... uh... yeah. i've seen it once already, it could be able to move again. airborne? depends on a lot of factors, but yes, it could be done, if the generators are still in good condition"
22<Mare-Do-Well> ...
23<Mare-Do-Well> Noble_Heart ruffled her feathers slightly and contemplated this. She was not certain she liked this idea. But right now they did need the help. "We would like your assistance in finding a way to allow the S.P.P. towers to communicate with a radio broadcast and reception system in the dragon lands."
24<Mare-Do-Well> ...
25<Mare-Do-Well> Mare-Do-Well's thoughts cannot be read, but this isn't unexpected.  The finely-dressed elderly woman has no thoughts that CopyCat can discern.  Effigy, like the elderly woman, has no discernable thoughts.  Copycat cannot read the thoughts of the griffons either.
26<Mare-Do-Well> The well-groomed stallion in the medical chair is very surprised, albeit pleasantly so, that the Crimson's Caravaners are here.  His mind is running through several potential ways to interrupt the governmental types and refocus this meeting.  This could be fortuitous.  Also, he wants his bomb.
27<Mare-Do-Well> ...
28<Mare-Do-Well> "Excuse me, gentleponies and griffins," the goldenrod-colored stallion finally says, nudging a button on his medical chair to make it roll forward.  "Allow me to interject, if only to welcome our guests aboard.  The /Golden Ursa/ is *my ship* after all."
29<Mare-Do-Well> CopyCat answers Golden_Dream, after returning to her friends. "I do not know a way to force a changeling to reveal itself," she then mentally adds, [Even if I have suspicions about some of those on deck]
30<Mare-Do-Well> Golden_Dream puts on her best angryface. "Yoooou shut yer' ghosty mouth." She then jumps when the goldenrod stallion says something. [Y'all got a stimpack on y'?]
31<Mare-Do-Well> The griffins look mildly annoyed but part for Major Tripwire to be greeted by the stallion.  
32<Mare-Do-Well> "Please to meet you, Captain...." the major says expectantly.  
33<Mare-Do-Well> "Oh no, I'm not a Captain," the stallion says.  "Not of this ship, nor in any sort of military rank.  I /own/ this ship.  I'm /leasing/ it to the Republic for the sake of a diplomatic mission to Roam."  
34<Mare-Do-Well> "My name is Golden Buckle, founder of Golden Buckle Enterprises."
35<Mare-Do-Well> Noble_Heart stands nearby curiously, listening to the conversation. She contemplated what was going on here. It was... Problematic, to say the least.
36<Mare-Do-Well> CopyCat catches another thought from the stallion.  He *really* hopes that the caravan ponies have acquired his bomb.
37<Mare-Do-Well> ...
38<Mare-Do-Well> Fallout: Beyond Equestria, Session One Hundred and Ninety-Three: Black Rose (Part 11) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fus5O8SxUoo
39<Mare-Do-Well> --- Session Begins ---
40* icekatze (icekatze@Pony-em3q48.ib1q.5hv8.2d80.2604.IP) has joined
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42* CopyCat sends a quick mental message to her friends, emphasizing the airship-owner's fervent hope that they had managed to get a balefire bomb for /him/.
43* Golden_Dream sighs, then pinches the top of her nose. [Get th' one who is actually a pony away from here on pretense of workin' out th' deal and tellin' him about some complications with the order and tell him that there be Zebra spies on this here bridge. I'll keep the rest of 'em busy.] 
44* Noble_Heart steps forwards towards the group discussing things. "We have made a great deal of progress in getting you what you wished when you hired Us. However, We have also uncovered other dangerous plots against Equestria. We also have reason to believe that not all gathered here today are being completely truthful with their intentions."
45<Mare-Do-Well> One of the NCR griffons states, "We have been informed by a trustworthy third party that there is a growing threat to the New Canterlot Republic growing in Roam.  A /changeling/ threat."  He looks at the major.  "It is our hope that we can establish a dialogue, opening a path to diffuse the situation diplomatically."
46<Mare-Do-Well> Major Tripwire frowns.  "Well, I can confirm the 'threat' part.  And Roam is becoming a threat not just to /you/."
47* Golden_Dream smacks her lips. "Really? Tell y' what. Mr. Buckle, do y'all have a kitchen on this here vessel?"
48<Mare-Do-Well> Golden Buckle listens to Noble_Heart.  At the mention of those not truthful with their intentions, he casts a suspicious look towards the pegasi.
49<Mare-Do-Well> Golden Buckle gives a nod towards Golden_Dream.  "Excellent idea.  Why doesn't everyone retire to my parlor, while I have one of my staff put together afternoon refreshments?"
50* Get_Lost is doing things somewhere
51* Noble_Heart mirrors Buckle's look, but in the direction of his two 'companions', Effigy and the unnamed mare. Though it is only brief, as she has no intention of stating it outright. "We believe that a discussion about the nature of Our arrangements might be best conducted with Our employer directly."
52* Golden_Dream smiles. "Naw. I got this. I bet you I could whip up something better than they can. In fact, we can do a side-by-side comparison at the end of it. All of us."
53* CopyCat nods gently to Golden Buckle, "Our dear friend, Kid, is a wonderful cook. We will gladly meet with you while the NCR and Enclave officers open their own discussions."
54<Mare-Do-Well> Golden Buckle looks at Golden_Dream with some surprise.  Then shrugs.  "That might be amusing... and delicious."
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57<Mare-Do-Well> He looks to Effigy.  "Would you please show this young mare where the kitchen is?  Then promptly join me in the parlor?  Thank you."  He turns in his medical chair, instructing Noble_Heart, "Follow me." 
58* Noble_Heart nods her head, frowning slightly but following along, she watched Effigy side-long with some concern.
59<Mare-Do-Well> To the NCR griffons, Golden Buckle says, "I have some corporate matters to discuss.  I'll leave you two and your diplomat to hash out airspace quarrels with the Enclave."
60* Golden_Dream nods her head, and smiles at Effigy. "Oh, friend. You look so thin! You better have double servings. My momma'd tan me if I let y' walk away without gettin' fed right." Phase one complete.
61* Mitzi has quit (Ping timeout: 121 seconds)
62* TenMihara is now known as Mitzi
63<Mare-Do-Well> Effigy notes, "I recently ate."  Then points a hoof.  "Please, this way."
64<Mare-Do-Well> Effigy leads Golden_Dream down a flight of steps and to the kitchen.  Meanwhile, Golden Buckle leads Noble_Heart and the others to a stately parlor of polished wood, burgandy carpeting and cushioning, and golden trim.  Large, broadly-vaulted windows stare out at the chilly sky outside.  A central fireplace crackles, providing warmth.
65<Mare-Do-Well> The kitchen is relatively small, but well-furnished.  The appliances are pre-war, and show the tell-tale signs of age... but are scrubbed clean, and the most decayed parts replaced.
66<Mare-Do-Well> In both cases, the walk is not long.  This is a ship... while luxurious, the layout is compact.
67* Golden_Dream frowns. "Friend, you're gonna offend me if y' don't eat some. In fact, you're gonna offend me and th' high quality chefs, who spent years learnin' the craft. And I know you can eat. You got so little meat on them bones."
68* Golden_Dream coughs. Phase one complete. Phase two. Raise some hell. "Alright shitlords, listen up!" She shouts. "I bet you that I can cook all of y'all under the table. I got permission from the boss stallion, and we're gonna do ourselves a side-by-side. Let's do this."
69* TenMihara (AndChat1208@Pony-gecgo9.cable.rogers.com) has joined
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71<Mare-Do-Well> The single chef in the kitchen looks up from her magazing, putting on an offended expression.  "Who the fuck are you?"
72* TenMihara is now known as Pony_43120
73<Mare-Do-Well> Effigy winces, but waves a hoof.  "Golden Buckle is interested in a comparative refreshment tasting.  Please show Kid around the kitchen..." such as it is.  "And have fun.  Serve in the parlor when you two are ready."
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76* Lucy is now known as Mitzi
77* Golden_Dream thumps her chest. "I'm th' mare that's gonna steal your fuckin' job if y' don't bring your A-game. Let's do this!"
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79<Mare-Do-Well> Effigy turns, headed back towards the parlor.
80* Shatara quietly examines his fellow catburds, trying to figure out a way to determine if they were secret bugpone spies
81<Mare-Do-Well> The chef stands up, dropping her magazine ("Stalliongrad Today") and points.  "Pantry.  Fridge.  Oven.  Prep table.  There's your tour."  Her horn glows as she starts pulling ingredients from the pantry and refrigerator.
82<Mare-Do-Well> Shatara watches as the two griffins attempt to diplomatically ease the E.L.R.'s worries while neither giving nor committing to anything.
83<Mare-Do-Well> After a few minutes of dance, the griffons maneuver the conversation to the notion of establishing a political contract with the E.L.R. for airspace rights.
84<Mare-Do-Well> Golden Buckle offers Noble_Heart and any who followed her to take a seat.  "As you can see, I already am."
85* Golden_Dream immediately starts to whip out what she needs. White wine. Tomatoes. Bay leaves. Fishes. Lots of fishes. Hell yes.
86* Noble_Heart follows along with Golden Buckle, taking a seat cautiously. She looked to him seriously. "So you have heard that Roam has Changelings. We have reason to believe they have already made moves into Equestria and the New Canterlot Republic in specific."
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88<Mare-Do-Well> Meanwhile, Mitzi and Wind Weaver have retired to a small set of quarters filled mostly with bunk beds and storage footlockers.  Small personal items, such as pictures of family or trophies, mark which beds belong to which members of Wind Weaver's troop.
89* Mitzi takes great care when sitting on an unoccupied bed to one side of Wind Weaver's bunk, not seeming to mind hunching over.
90<Mare-Do-Well> Golden Buckle nods to Noble_Heart.  "I would not be surprised.  Fortunately, we are not without our own advantages."  He moves to an open spot near the fire, enjoying the warmth after the chill of outdoors.  "Tell me, have you heard of Silence Station?"
91* Golden_Dream quickly starts making some country-style bread. She didn't quite know how to pull off a baguette, but she didn't think there was oven space for one, anyway. Besides, the sweetness would make the taste a little more palatable to a wider audience. And then the stew. 
92* Noble_Heart looked in the direction of the fire and raised an eyebrow. "The name does not ring a bell in specific."
93<Mare-Do-Well> Wind Weaver sits on her bunk, looking at Mitzi.  "How... how are you doing?   How have you been?  I've worried if you made it safely somewhere.  I'm happy to see you did."
94* CopyCat shakes her head, sitting near to Noble_Heart.
95* Golden_Dream made a broth by stewing fish heads, tails, lobster shell, crushed. Spices and a small bundle of bay leaves. Then the rouille. Crushed bell pepper, cayenne, garlic, lemon juice, coarse salt, olive oil. Roast the pepper, then skin it, add ingredients, mortar and pestle it until a paste.
96<Mare-Do-Well> Golden Buckle nods.  "Long story.  Silence Station is part of the rich history of Stalliongrad.  Did you know that Stalliongrad was occupied by the Roaman Legion during the war?  Not once, but twice?"
97* Mitzi nods. "Uh nevur thought Uh'd see yu again," she admits. "Uh did find muh friends," she droops a bit, "though Uh nevur got tu see Ur sistur's puppies."
98<Mare-Do-Well> Wind Weaver reaches out and rests a hoof on Mitzi.  "I'm sure you will."
99* Mitzi smiles. "Wut about yu?"
100* Golden_Dream removed the solids out of the broth, then on a different frying pan, sauteed some onions and fennel in some salt and olive oil. Deglaze with white wine. Fish stock. Tomatoes and parsley. Orange peel and saffron, since available. 
101* Noble_Heart frowns and contemplates that. "We can't say that We did. The history of the borderlands is difficult to track."
102* CopyCat nods along with Golden Buckle's story. "I didn't know that..." she confirms. "What does that have to do with the Silence Station?" Her ears perk up and she asks hopefully, "Did it play jazzy music with the zebra didn't like?"
103<Golden_Dream> Let mingle for a while. Then add the mussels and lobster. Let that stew until fish is cooked. Then remove any unopened mussels. Plate the rouille with the bread, rubbed with some leftover garlic. Prepare to plate the bouillabaisse. Done.
104<Mare-Do-Well> The chef, meanwhile, brings together an appetizer dish of breaded and fried avocado, shrimp and jalapeno, with grilled corn and tomato.
105<Mare-Do-Well> As she adds fried herbs, she notes to Golden_Dream, "Kid, right?  Ever served griffons, Kid?  We got a couple on this boat, and they might be joining in.  Word of advice: no eggs.  Nothing with egg.  It's a cultural thing."
106* Golden_Dream sighs. This was the fanciest thing she's ever learned to cook. If everybody doesn't come together for this, there's no way they're not changelings. She takes a peek at what the other chef put together, more out of educational experience.
107* Shatara sits and watches the gryphons and Enclaves negotiate. They seemed legit enough. His mind wandered as he slumped a little. Why can't all the non-douchey pones just band together and form the alliance for non-doucheyness or something? He imagined fleets of Raptors and Airships filling the sky, raining righteousness down upon the evil bugpone armies, allowing the oppressed 
108* Shatara zebras to rise up and join the army of awesome, and maybe they'd give him his own airship, with a sexy badass gryphess for a first mate, and a dorky unicorn engineer, and a saucy zebra alchemist, and...
109* Golden_Dream blinks. "Oh, really? Huh. Vault griffons don't have the same stigma. Shatara'll eat anything." Wait, crap, she's supposed to be all piss and vinegar here.
110* Shatara snaps out of his totally not turning erotic fantasy as he hears his name. "Buwhuh?!"
111<Mare-Do-Well> Wind Weaver smiles flatly.  "It's been hard, sure.  I'll probably never work my way beyond janitor.  Not with a black mark on my record.  But hey, someone has to clean the toilets, right?  And at least I'm janitor on a front-line vessel.  An actual Raptor!"
112* Golden_Dream tries to well it up... And can't do it. "... Look, I'll admit, I'm not actually in this fer' th' job or anything like that. I hate bein' mean. Momma used t' tell me that nopony should ever feel not at home with me."
113* Mitzi raises an eyebrow. "Janitur? Black mark?"
114<Mare-Do-Well> Golden Buckle tells CopyCat and Noble_Heart, "They built the headquarters of the Steel Rangers in Stalliongrad.  And they built six satellite stations around the city, bolstering the defense should the zebras move on it again.  Which they did."
115<Mare-Do-Well> "Those six satellite stations were named after the virtues of the six ponies who were the first and most famous Steel Ranger troop.  Love Station, Mercy Station, Industry Station, Hope Station, Valor Station and Silence Station."  He pauses.  Then says, "Silence is a virtue.  In fact, I'm told it was the virtue of the Equestrian hero Big Macintosh!"
116<Mare-Do-Well> "... don't suppose you've ever heard of him?"  Golden Buckle sighs, expecting history is likely not amongst the passions of most alicorns.
117<Mare-Do-Well> Wind Weaver attempts to explain it to Mitzi.  "I got in trouble for helping you like I did.  I'm not sorry that I helped, not at all.  But the way I did so was against orders and against regulations.  So they know that they cannot trust me to follow orders if I personally don't agree with them."
118<Mare-Do-Well> "And that means I'm pretty much stuck doing the worst work because they won't trust me with anything that takes more responsibility."  Wind Weaver frowns.  "Obedience and loyalty are the most important virtues for a pegasi in the Enclave.  That's what the whole civil war was about."
119* Mitzi frowns. "They punish yu fur dueen da right ting. Yu shud leave. Eet's not right."
120<Mare-Do-Well> Wind Weaver sighs.  "This is my life.  My family are Enclave.  It's my home.  You... I'm not like you.  I won't leave home because I disagree with my family."
121<Mare-Do-Well> The chef looks at Golden_Dream.  "Then why the facade?""
122* Mitzi raises an eyebrow. "Uh didn't leave home -becuz- Uh didn't agree with Ur father. Uh left home becuz Uh thought wurkeen wit ponees wud allow me tu easier make friends when Uh becum alpha."
123* Golden_Dream goes to cut her bread instinctively, before catching herself and thinking better. No. No, you want heat to stay. "Honestly, I just wanted you at your pissed-off, I'm gonna show this whorse finest. I wanna show you something, and then you're gonna tell me if it's unusual or not."
124* Shatara frowns and glances around, feeling remarkably out of place. He stands and wanders off to find a quiet spot on the deck.
125<Mare-Do-Well> Wind Weaver cocks her head.  "How is that different?"
126* Golden_Dream puts her hoof on the counter. "I wanna ask you something. You didn't hold back here, right? No matter what, there's absolutely nothin' you could do t' make your dish any better, right ma'am?"
127* Mitzi nods. "Uh will return und become alpha. Ur fathur, Mantle, he eez wise und good, but he eez stubborn againt ponees becuz he lost Ur mother. Once Uh take his place, Uh will steer ur kind towards better friendship wit ponees. Frum wut yu said, dey punish yu fur dueen da ight ting, den don't let yu challenge alpha to make dem see wut eez right."
128<Mitzi> *right ting
129<Mare-Do-Well> The chef turns to making a grit-crusted shrimp, intent on serving fried shrimp two ways.  As she works up a batch of sour cream and chive potatoes, she tells Golden_Dream, "No need for the personality.  I can see you've got talent.  Plenty.  Enough you don't need to hide behind your tongue."
130* CopyCat ponders Golden Buckle's question, then shakes her head. "I'm afraid I'm not very good with history. Sometimes I think I'd forget my own name if my friends didn't remember for me," she says pleasantly. "Do go on, though. Of the six stations was Silence particularly special?"
131* Noble_Heart nods her head to Golden Buckle. "We are aware of him, yes. He sacrificed his life to save Celestia at Shattered Hoof Ridge, We believe."
132* Golden_Dream waves her hooves. "Not th' point. I want you in particular t' look at Effigy and that other pony with Golden Buckle when we serve this up."
133<Mare-Do-Well> Wind Weaver considers that.  "Okay.  I think I get that."  
134<Mare-Do-Well> Then, trying a different approach, Wind Weaver tells Mitzi, "You said they are punishing me for doing the right thing, but they aren't.  Not really.  In order to do the right thing, I had to disobey my Alpha.  And in the Enclave, disobeying the Alpha is a worse wrong thing than the wrong thing I would have been doing if I hadn't done the right thing."
135<Mare-Do-Well> "Does that make sense?" she asks.
136* Mitzi shakes her head. "No, but Uh know ponee Rules eez different. Eet's becuz uv dat Uh didn't kill Sonica as soon as Uh saw her. Fur wut she did, no Hound wud fault me fur takeen her head, but eef Uh'm goeen tu wurk wit ponees, Uh have tu considur yur rules."
137<Mare-Do-Well> The chef plates the grit-crusted shrimp on the potatoes, and pours a lobster sauce over it.  Then finishes plating the dish of fried avocado, shrimp and jalapeno.  "You interested in whose spices they like better?"
138<Mare-Do-Well> Wind Weaver notes, "All ponies don't have the same rules.  The Enclave Loyalist Remnants have different rules than the New Canterlot Republic.  Very different."
139* Mitzi notes, "Uh du understand dat da 'right ting' can go against wut da ALpha wants, but wit Ur kind, Alphas can be challenged, und dey are often willeen tu accept wisdom frum uthers eef eet wud make dem seem wiser und prevent challenge."
140* Golden_Dream raises her other hoof. "Oh, no. Before this whole thing got started, Effigy said that he'd had a light meal. Did he?"
141<Mare-Do-Well> Golden Buckle nods.  Then, looking to CopyCat, he admits, "I love history.  I could talk about the history of Stalliongrad forever.  But what is pertinent here is what happened to Silence Station.  What it became after the war."
142* Noble_Heart nods her head curious as to what he had to say.
143<Mare-Do-Well> "The paramour of the Commander of Love Station, you see, was a changeling.  A young changeling queen, in fact."  Golden Buckle looks at the two alicorns.  "And that relationship gave her access.  When the apocalypse came, she moved her brood into Silence Station, along with all the ponies that she could."
144* Noble_Heart raised her eyebrows in some surprise at that prospect.
145* Golden_Dream tilts her head and whistles. "Damn. Now you got /me/ goin'. Honestly, I'm kinda at my wits end when I ain't gotta scavenge up and try to jank somethin' into existence."
146<Mare-Do-Well> "It was no Stable, but in the bowels of the place, she constructed a hive of pods where the ponies and her children slept for two hundred years.  In those pods, they lived a shared dream, controlled by the changeling queen.  A dreamworld utopia where her children were able to feed off the love of the ponies, living out happy homemaker fantasies. And she..."
147<Mare-Do-Well> "...she fashioned herself the mayor of Stalliongrad, and learned to feed off the ponies appreciation and sense of community."  Golden Buckle leans forward as much as he can.  "This alteration, this feeding on nationalism, you see?  The changeling queen in Roam isn't the first to have evolved to do that."
148<Mare-Do-Well> The chef smiles at Golden_Dream, looking a bit satisfied.  But in answer to her question, "Not that I know of.  He usually takes dinner with Golden Buckle.  But he could have pilfered a snack."
149* Noble_Heart nods her head cautiously. Contemplating that a few moments.
150* Mitzi looks to Wind Weaver, "Even eef Ponees und Enclave eez different, Ur kind need tu make peace wit all eef we're gonna get out uv ur engangerment." She frowns, "But dere can't be any peace wit Enclave while Sonica eez still alive, so Uh need tu convince Ur alpha tu see her as criminal. Eef yu don't stop her, den Ur kind will have no choice but to du it urselves, which wud be bad fur both uv us."
151<Mare-Do-Well> "They stayed like that for a long time, and probably could have indefinitely, if it hadn't been for an..."  Golden Buckle tells,"...environmental disaster that caused the collapse of the hive.  There were survivors."
152* Noble_Heart goes a little bit wide-eyed. "Ah. Then Effigy and your female assistant are..?" Well no point in hiding it if it was probable he wasn't their enemy at least.
153<Mare-Do-Well> Wind Weaver frowns and looks down at her hoobes.
154<Mare-Do-Well> (( hooves ))
155* CopyCat copies Noble_Heart's wide-eyed expression with an eerie accuracy. "Oh, my."
156* Golden_Dream coughs into her hoof. "But I called you out and said that no matter what, he had t' eat somethin', in front of us, or risk insulting us. And since I got th' thing he wants in th' first place, that's a risky proposition." She sighs, then rubs the back of her neck. "Especially given what it is."
157* Mitzi pats Wind Weaver gently on the should