User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Spring 2015/@comment-7345250-20150530222626


 * Goldfin turns and exits the labs, intent on achieving just what she said she required.

Flashfire: "At least there's still the teleporter. I don't plan on returning to HQ until I know the Death Dragon is in the cooler for good, but I'm sure Alfredo would be glad to have you—and the ship—back in Maretropolis."


 * In a dingy warehouse down on the pier, a large crowd of hoodlums is gathered—a rather representative sample of Maretropolis's underworld from all corners of the city. Among them are some of Carmine Falconeigh's former guard, some of the oldest Mane-iac ex-goons, and even a few innocents that were swept up in the flight from the Springtrap drones.

Thug 1: "Geez, this is a party. I haven't seen a band like this since the Mane-iac unveiled her plan to take the Electro-Orb."

Thug 2: "Shaddup! For all we know, she's the one behind this. Wouldn't surprise me. The boss hasn't even shown up yet."

Thug 3: "Hey! The back door's opening! Somepony's playing a dramatic entrance!"

Thug 4: "Oh, what the hay?"


 * The figure that steps into the scene is a sight unlike anything the motley gang has ever seen, except perhaps by those that managed to catch a lucky glimpse of Hell Phoenix before he thrashed them. He wears a distinctly blue outfit with a matching tricorne and bone-white gloves. Most striking of all is the peculiar shimmer in the eyes under the hat's rim.

Capt. Death-Stalker: "Good evening, gentlecolts! Do not be alarmed by my... unusual voice and appearance! I assure you our association will me mutually profitable—and you have nothing to fear... if you obey me!"


 * A couple of henchponies stepping backward away from the frightful figure trip on each others' hooves and drop to the floor. They crawl away humbled. Death-Stalker pays them little mind.

Capt. Death-Stalker: "In a few hours, we are going to make a theft that I have planned for months. It is... very important to me. We must not fail—and we cannot fail, for I am-"

Thug 4: "Whaddabout Goldfin, eh? This is her favorite hangout! When she finds out about this meeting, we'll all be sleeping with the fishes, you know?"

Capt. Death-Stalker: "Goldfin is of no concern to us at the moment. She is presently indulging in some light exercise in the bay while nursing a wounded leg. The other Power Ponies are either encountering police opposition at Chance Industries or else helping Maretropolis weather the robotic storm... You are safe from the law here."