User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2015/@comment-7345250-20150730192357


 * Goldfin settles down and raises her glass again.


 * Crab-Pony opens the tiny box. It starts to glow. A holographic Death-Stalker appears in the room.

Capt. Death-Stalker: "I hope you will pardon my negligence to introduce myself when I last visited, commissioner, but here I am—Death-Stalker, the villain who now runs this city. As you've without a doubt noticed, your armory belongs to me. Your colts are defenseless against this town's filth, let alone my syndicate. Take a moment to appreciate how powerless I have left you..."


 * The figure pauses, seemingly grinning in triumph.

Capt. Death-Stalker: "I will release these arms into the vile underworld that lurks in the streets and prowls by night. I will arm every criminal in Maretropolis with your tax-bought peacemakers... unless the city complies with my terms."


 * The unseeing figure turns its head, almost looking directly at Captain Orbit.

Capt. Death-Stalker: "The City of Maretropolis will release Brisk Breeze and Roy McNeigh from its custody and pardon them of all offenses recorded in its systems. Then, if you would prefer your arms back, I will gladly surrender them for a mere ninety million unmarked bits. Deliver those ponies and the ransom to Puddinghead Hill tomorrow at midnight with however great an escort as you see fit, and then you will have your equipment. Show this message to Mayor Blossom and the city council. I will await your payment."


 * The hologram disappears.


 * A hologram appears before Mareoni's gang.

Capt. Death-Stalker: "To the don of dons, I extend my felicitations, for you now have an opportunity unlike any other. I have appropriated the MCPD's entire armory. Everything. All of the city's weaponry belongs to me. And now I mean to relieve myself of it."


 * The hologram puffs on its pipe.

Capt. Death-Stalker: "I have already made a deal with the City of Maretropolis, but I have no intention of delivering to them. The entire stock is yours for forty million bits. With this cutting-edge supply united with your own market, Cobbletrot and the other buffoons will be history. You will be superior, and everypony will know it. You will be dominant at long last. Moreover, the law will be unarmed and helpless to interfere. To claim this motherlode, deliver the bits to Puddinghead Hill after sunset tomorrow."


 * Another puff.

Capt. Death-Stalker: "I understand that the stakes are high, so bring the bits with whatever escort you deem fitting. Make it an army for all I care... I look forward to our meeting."


 * This hologram, too, vanishes.


 * Shark-Pony passes the bartender on the way out.

Shark-Pony: "Tell Cobbletrot to check his desk. Stalker's got a message for him."