Dusty

Lightning watched the head zip away just out of her reach, she clocked its speed and saved it before her front legs hit land, dirt blasted out from the impact and before her rare legs were down she pushed back up, wings beating as they took her back into the sky with a trail of dirt following her front legs as the gravity fields disengaged. She took note of the shadow like tendrils rushing for her and without fan fire locked on with her guns and opened fire to push them back as she switched targets fast as they were showing. Spinning and rolling about in the sky to get her guns where they needed to be. It was keeping her busy but nothing was getting close yet to get hold of the mare. But the sky had other plans. Flashing warnings blinked before her eyes as her sensors played out the fast changing weather pattern. A tornado. In a city? Mapping out the funnel LD dove down, swings closed to her sides as landed, gravity locks in her legs kicked on and a shield flicked in to life as she hunkers down against the ground as debris started to hit her shield like rain…. As the tornado died down she stands up and looks around, confused as to how or why that happened but uttery unmoved by it as the gravy locks switch off and her shield shuts down. What a waste of power that was, she’d need some down time to recharge it. Looking over at the parks lake she saw the mare from before standing there. Did she do that? She wanted to join? So be it. LD started to walk to the lake as her voice boomed. “Crime detected! Assault on Enforcer! Consulting corporate judicial… ERROR! Connection failure!” LD winced and takes a few steps back as her eyes shut, walls of text flying past her eyes as a hard reset kicked in too try again. “Consulting corporate judicial… ERROR! Connection fa-PRIORITY OVERRIDE! Offender sentenced to death! Immediate application of capital punishment!” She screamed out as tears fall down her cheeks. What was she crying about? She did not remember. With a flap of her wings the mare takers to the sky and takes aim at Hexxer and the new mare joining the battle.

fine by me.

Lightning watched the parasol move and jerk as she stopped shoot. The movement it made contact she was already braced and front legs ready. Clamping down on the parasol as it slammed in to her she fluttered and adjusted her flying to handle the impact as the gravity locks kicked in on her frunt legs clamp to it. Without breaking eye contact with Hexxer she ripped the parasol in half, dropped it and dived down at Hexxer front legs outstretched for the mares floating head as the gravity locks fired up again, all she had to do was get close for Hexxers head to be pulled in to her grasp. Well she did this her augmented eyes picked up two onlookers. One in a invisibility spell. Cute. the other was trying to hide as well. So long as they stayed out of this they were marked as yellow. Worth keeping an eye on but no danger yet.

yep, just been busy with work. But I do plan to keep it moveing along as i can.

Lightning had a small smirk pull to her lips as she watched Hexxer. “ID: Hexxer, noted. Other cyborg's? So this world is not as back water as it seams maybe.” She says back in a tone just as cocky as the other mares smille… Even with the odd data and wornings flairing up, she will work out why they are going one after she kills this 'hero' -New directive: neutralisation of all hostiles, Lethal force may be used without warning. -Combat engaged: weapons online, stimulates online- -Threat level: red- Lightning felt the drugs pumped in to what organic parts of her brain were left, it was a feeling she never got use to or the rush it gave her. Positive feedback or something for doing her job and makes her forget what she was doing. She hated it but loved it, it made gult so easy to forget. All she done for the CEO’s… She shakes her head, clearing where that was going. Bad places. Time seems to slow for her with all her parts kick in to full combat speed as words are forced from her muzzle. "Alert! Non combatants are advised to leave the area! Law enforcement in progress! Lethal force may be used without warning, do not interfere with security protocols!” With that shouted she leaped in to movement at alarming speed. Faster than any non-augmented can move she took to the air with such force it ripped up the grass underneath her as both her front legs take aim, targeting software calculating gravity, airspeed, her movement, targets movements and twenty-seven other factors and over one hundred possible vectors the target may move to get out of her line of fire in the blink of an eye. The first magical plasma left the snubbed barrel of her leg mounted SMGS 1.3 seconds of her finishing her alert speech. One second after the first shot was out 200 rounds were out as both her leg munted SMG unleash a hailstorm of magical plasma bolts. Well each bolt was hardly the size of a marble there unrelenting rate of fire made up for lack of single shot firepower.

Tempest was taken off guard by the fact Big mac milked a bull. How does one do that!? How do you not… She stopped herself, it was not worth following that path. Nope. “I am going do us all a good and not ask how you bucked up that bad big guy.” She says shaking her head and looking at the chart full of wiggling pigs. She was not shocked they were beating her at this, it was there job after all. But she was not beaten yet! Leaping back into the mud she got running after the next pig, it honestly did feel good. She liked hard work and part of her did hold on to the ideals of maybe doing a farm or ranch some day. Not yet, but later in life… maybe she can do it when she was done making a mess of her life. As she jumped a pig and tied him up like a earth pony, she looked over her shoulder at the two farm ponies. “You know, for all it is worth.” She says well slinging the pig up on her back without fuss. “I may have to make a note of stopping by here at least one time a year and do… this. Work. hard work. It's honestly relaxing, buzare as they may be to some this is allmost like therapy."

if you want to join go for it!

“How nice.” Lightning Dust mutters to herself as she did a long spinning loop in the air to turn herself around. Her ears picked up the yell easily, in truth even if it was half as powerful she’d have heard it. She can only hope it was a ‘hero’ but whatever it was, it called her out and most believe itself as some form of city defence force. Therefore it was worth looking at for its risk to her the directive. Closing in at the park at speed she scanned the park at a level no normel pony can hope to mach or as detailed. Every last pony was documented, movement paths plotted and the Terrain mapped out for all possible hiding spots, ambush vectors, cover from snipers, possible sniper team firing zones, best cover from gunships, heavy weapons and small arms fire. All of this was done in the time it took her to land with a thundering amount of force. As the dust settles down Lightning Dust was standing in the path of the most… odd contact she spotted in the park. The mare seemed to be headless and her missing head freely floating about. It didn't seem to be a hologram. A most perplexing thing in truth but her looks did somewhat match that of Shadow Crop and its Enforcers. She must be a ‘hero’ to be this unknown of a risk. This must be fixed and her risk to the directive kown. “I am Enforcer LDEL6370, stand down or risk life, health or possible job loss. By law code A2-77-GH you must follow all Enforcer orders and commands as ordained by the Cloudsdale Industrial Conglomerate CEO’s.” Her words were cold, almost automated in tone as her liability safety speech was verbally forced from her lips. With that done she flicked an ear as she looked at the mare. “Compliance in helping me can guarantee a class two living apartment. One class one food ration ticket per a week and five class two food ration tickets per a week. Only within CIC city space and so long as you keep your workers score above 70% as per the laws in B9-12-C and B9-13-C.” With added with a smirk. “But honestly, I hope you want too do this the hard way. Less paper work that way and I honestly what to see what you are…”

go for it pretz! Well, then she knows what a bad thing it can be if LD gets a doorway open to her home world. No pony good or evil wins from that.

Yes, just know that Lightning Dust is hardly on thare sdie as well. The only side she plays is her CEO's. At lest for now.

Hay guys, i am reboting an old rp of mine that droped dead. Give it a look! New heros wellcome, but I can say haveing at lest one or two more powrefell vetern heros will be usefull. Lightning Dust is no push over and can trash a new hero that does not know what they are geting in to.

(featuring: Lightning Dust! In her first outing in the hero AU. Read her back story for info on where she is from and why!) -OS rebooted- -All systems online- -Enforcer states: Online- -Implants states: Online- -ERROR: failed to content to ECCM- -ERROR: failed to content to CCNW- -Offline mood engaged, follow standing directive- -Directive: content to ECCM, CCNW. Irrelevant to primary directive given.- -New directive: deploy the anchor at break. Unknown ware break is- -New directive: locate break, gather info to narrow search window.- Lightning Dust winched in pain for a moment as her eyes opened, the walls of text fading away from her field of view. She… Was crying? Was she? She was upset about something. Irrelevant. Looking around she started documenting the world around her. Green… Trees… blue sky. It was fit for life, just like she was told. Her home use to look like this in days long ago, forests use to be commonplace books say. She wondered why someone will care so much as to plant so many trees and water them. Seemed like a lot of work when you can just scrub the air faster and better than they can. Looking to the city before her she documented it as a small one, crude and on the dirt like old times. No flying transports or cargo ships can be seen, little to no industrial output can be seen. Waste of space and workers but a fine starting point for her work, leaving the smoking crater in the ground she takes to the skies. Up closer look the city was worthless. She was no city development team but the layout was bad, wasted space, useless buildings, useless intermixing of districts as ponies walked about wasting time. Ware are the overlords to keep the workers working? This world was going to be easy to take over and improve. But for now she must find more info about this world. Where to start? Scanning the streets below she spotted a pony in blue, he was enforcing some laws on some of the workers it seems. This world's Enforcers? Only one way to know. She dives down, slamming into the sidewalk it shatters under her legs as dust and concrete is kicked up. The cop did not even get time to understand what happened as she grabbed his head in her claws, forcing his muzzle shut as he flailed and did all he can to remove himself but it was too late, she already had him gravity locked to her claws. She looked over at the earth pony he was giving a ticket too. “I am Enforcer LDEL6370, I demanded to know where the ECO of this city is found.” She asked in a cold almost robotic tone as the cop let out muffled screams as dozens of small black tendrils forced their way inside his nose as as they emerged from around the base of her leg. “Unless you wish to have me remove what I want by force, it’s painful.” She added with without a hint of remorse as the cop flailed and shivered as if he was having a seizure as she started digging around his brain for useful info. He’d live, but he’d not be himself for weeks… Heroes? A wave of news, stories and everything this cop knew about them flooded in to her. This… This was fascinating. Far more than whatever the whimpering earth pony the cop was given a ticket to was saying to her. From what this cop knew they may be a danger to her and her the directive… -New directive: locate a “hero” and study for risk to directive- So she must. Dropping the cop in a heap she looked around the city and the onlookers as her wings opened up. “Thank you Officer Hot Coffee, you will be recommended for Enforcer training.” She says to the twitching and whimpering wreck of a cop as she took to the skies. She must find a hero and Skull Jack them, the risk they may give to her directive was far to great for her too not learn about them. Now… Where to find one.

sweet, be glad to see it!

don't see why not, will put us at four! four sounds nice.

Doing a shoutout for this! We can use some more heroes to get things moveing! So if you are looking for something to start off with, take a look.

Dusty’s kiss had nothing shy about it, but it was not overdone. A simple smooch and soon as he it was done he tossed his hat up in the air and with a swing of his head it laned between his ears. “Now don’t you worry Miss AJ, apples this good will not let me be some stranger. Give my thanks to all ya family for the hard work ya do to make food this good.” He says with happy smile as he grabs the sack of apples and slings it over his back and turns to walk away from them. As he did so he watched a new filly show up and remark on the kissing booth. “Heh, ah darn thinked the same thing seeing it as well lass. Ya de’ friend of the other small one? Better watch out, she’s the new ‘Deputy’ in town.” He says with a deep thundering chuckle as he walked away. “Maybe with some back up Hope Lance will do better job at it this time. Have fun y’all and enjoy the rest of ta'day.” With that he makes his way off to the town with his awkward limping trot.

Calder gently picked the writing quill up once more as the glowing color of dancing flames shimer over his face as the fireplace consumes the newest ball of paper he tossed in it. He was running out of ink and paper alike yet here he was in the dark as his fathe- As his friend was asleep. “Why am I even bothering.” He muttered in a hushed whisper as he looks at the new clean sheet of paper before him. What can this Cadence do for him? What can she say that he did not know already know? Was it just his need for validation? Halvard has done plenty of that and more. Maybe it was the need to just ask someone that can understand it more and what better one to ask than this ‘queen of love’ he heard about? Well he has never seen Cadence he has heard about her. Most of all when the visited the pony lands and read a news paper. What he needed was advice not validation and from this pony he hoped to get some. Calder shut his eyes and went over what he wanted to ask. To many things truly. But all of them had to be asked even if it was to a stranger. “Just… Just do it.” He opens his eyes and puts the quill to paper… “Hail Mi Amore, daughter of Cadenza. [The letter was messy, the writing skill was good but the grasp of spelling and grammar was like a young colt. All around the sides of the letter were crossed out words where the writer was trying to spell out words before puting them in the letter. In a few places as well it seemed as if he slipped in to a runic alphabet with a few Long Guo characters mixed in.] My name is ᚲᛊᚲ and I am caribou bull. I am not very good writing like this for that I very sorry. I ran out of paper doing this all over many times and the fire dies so I just need make do. But I hope you understand this is my- [the letter has many tryings of the word ‘third’ and ‘language’ crossed out where Calder struggled to spell them] and I not use it much where I live. I hope you are willing to help me I hear many stories about you and some call you queen of love. So I ask two things. 1: I came from bad family. I not say details but very bad. But was taken in by other bull. Big and blue he is very good and done more for me than real dad ever have. He is like dad. I wish he was dad. That is thing one I ask. I don’t know how to say or ask such thing, to ask to be more than friend he took of road but be dad. He has done so much good it makes me cry! He make makes me cry good way so much. Never have felt so loved in life and wanted. He is such good bull! [some parts of the letter has the ink messed up from what looks to be tears.] I feel like such bad bull, small and cry like calf but he hugs me when sad and tells me it all ok. No bull ever do that before. No bull ever help me. Care for me. Only hurt me. But to scared to look stupid. I am stupid crippled bull he’d never want son such as me. Fear him turning me away and he never see me as son. I don’t know what to do. I just want to have dad that loves me like him. Thing 2! This is part of me being just a bad bull as well. I trash at being a bull. This even more hard to ask had to walk away for day! Working on this with new fire. I. I like bulls. Even bull pony! Saw big strong one at docks in morning. Fur wet from work so big and strong. Stare like mare pony at him! What bulls do that? Speaking of mare pony some time I look at one and go ‘wish that was me’ looking so pretty. Than I’d be less bad for looking at bulls yes? Cows and mares look at bulls! Not another bulls. I don’t understand it and been like this long as I live, bull that took me in knows. He say it ok but it hard to feel ok when all life other bulls hurt you for it. Look to long at one and hoof to face. It hurt. Or tossed in sea and made much fun of. I do not understand why I want to be like pretty mare ponies in cute dress and long mane. I am such bad bull. This letter is such mess. I don’t know if you even read this mess. Almost out of paper so I need to just stop. I forgot you can no read my name I think. It Calder Stormur Carrson. Wish it Halvardson.” Calder put the letter in the envelope and stared at the mailbox before him. Three days and two of which were just making the blasted thing and even now he wanted to toss it in the fire. This was such a stupid plan and he hated it. She was not going to read that trash, let alone something from a caribou! They sacked her city! She must HATE caribou. She will rip it to shreds and cast cast some dark magic on him so he may never find love… Can she do that? He swallowed and pushed the envelope in to the mailbox. It was done now and he can’t go back.

Dusty holds his big smile as Apple Bloom made her way over. “Well got some'ol small something something ah got in my travels.” He digs his muzzle in to his duster and pulls out a gold sheriff star. He puts it down on the dirt in front of Apple Bloom and backs up too give the filly some space. The sheriff star looked like the real deal and has the name ‘Hope Lance’ underneath the word sheriff. “Real gold dat'is, hold on to it or sell it at some shop to get something more cool.” He says nodding his head with a grin before moving back over to AJ now that he was done giveing the filly something to play with. He leans his head down to sniff the bushel of apples. “Mmm, they smell good as ma’s fresh pie. You got some good apples here.” He opens the bag and pulls one out and takes a big bite, half the apple in one go. Chews, than eats the rest in another bite. He nods his head a few times and swallows. “Well that may just be the best tasting smith ah ever had mis! You can bet an apple on that flank ah’m comeing back before ah jump town to buy some more for my trip.” He wipes some of the apple juices off his lips. “But that’s later, about time for the last part of this eh?” He asked as he takes his hat off and with one hoof holds it against his chest as he leans his head down for a kiss from the appel mare all proper like.

Dusty's eyes lit up when AJ asked him about his family and his raising. “Some of both ah do think, don’t know the mare that put me in this world or the stallion that helped but don’t go thinking it’s all sad. Na, ah got the best ma one can ask for. Mule like me, she found me laying outside her tent. Just a young mare with a mark on her flank not to old at all. Young mare like that has no call to raise a foal but she did. Took me in as if ah was her blood. Raised me up good she did with plenty of workin my hooves to ah was sweating than milk to cool off. But given my size ah do think my dad or mom that made me must have been big ones as well. Young and scared maybe? Well ah don’t feel no hard feelings on em. They picked a good mare to raise me up and ah only hope the best. Ma told me to never think bad of em or others.” He talked with utter love and passion for his adopted mom, it was clear as the sun in the sky he did mean everything he was saying. He loved her fully and enjoyed his life growing up. But bits needed to come up so he digs in to his duster and pulls out a heavy sack of bits that hit the table with a deep thud. He opens it up and pulls out five bits and scoots them over to AJ. He thinks for a moment than speaks. “Granny smith apple. Think they are plenty tasty and make real nice pie as well. Shame others don’t like the taste all to much, too much bite for em or something.” He grins at her happily, Dusty was plenty joyfull to meet AJ face to face! She was so nice, even if this was just a drive to get sells or something. He knew she was not one to lie so she must mean her good will. Speaking of that he looked over at Apple Bloom. “Hay filly, you like souvenirs? Not one to judge ya just on age, but most ya age do enjoy such things.” He asked with a heartfelt smile, even if it was not the best looking one thanks to a few missing teeth.

Dusty watched with a raised eyebrow at how Chipper reacted to getting a kiss. It was… Something. He had better words for it but held such crude words to himself as the odd ball went on to try and kiss everypony around them. Well the crows were plenty distracting a pony running about kissing everything was more so and Chipper ended up planting a kiss on a rather dusty hoof as the grizzled ex-outlaw just blinks. “Sorry lad, about six shots low to puting my muzzle on a pony this friendly with… them things.” He mutters glancing at the crows with a look of utter contempt before lowering his hoof. After that was done the worst part happend. At least for Dusty. Watching the crows all dive in on the appels and rip them up in a feast made the giant mule go white, gag than rush off behind a bush faster than a colt trying to hide from a flank whooping. He did not peak look out from behind the bush until AJ herself called out for the next pony. That will be him. So after drinking some more whiskey to relax he peeks out from his hiding spot. “They all gone?” He asked looking for some crows… Seeing that they have moved on he creeps out and shakes like a wet dog. “Ah swear on my ma’s bones ah never want to see something like that again.” He says with shake of his head and trotting up to AJ. Standing taller than even Big Mac he towered over the mare as he looked down at her. “Well, uh… That's something. Well, nice meeting ya face to face Applejack. Good in well to put the real face to all them stories I hear out west from others of ya family! Some of them are rather outspoken on ya and will rant about ya for ages in the bar. All good things, even back in the day some of the lads working for me saw you as some hero. Not that ya an’t a hero. Saving the world in all that. Gonna have to go back and brag to some of my old gang about getting to kiss ya. None of em will believe it ah bet. Oh gosh ,where be my manners?” He takes his hat off and bows his head. “Names Dusty S Hooves Ma’am, washed up bad blood just wondering around now days. Feel plenty guilty even getting food from ya, let alone a kiss being the mare of truth and honesty. This mule has been lacking them by the train most his life.”

Tempest noded as they got ready to gather up the hogs. “Well, this is going to be something.” She says looking at them all as she rares up on the fencing, she looked like a bird of prey ready to strike every last pig. “Shame they can’t talk like cows. Makes it much more easy to make them do something. Did that for a few weeks out west… Well, in truth I like that they can’t. Makes it less… weird. Some cows get too much in to milking and in truth i’d rather not have heard some of the things they told me.” She mutters more to herself than AJ. The countdown was done and she leaps over the fencing in to the mud. It seems she was fine getting muddy as she runs after hogs and gets swinging with her lasso. Well she did not have the aim of AJ she was making up for it in speed and willingness to get caked in mud and dirt if it means snagging up a hog and in no time has one hogtied tied and pulled over to Big Mac. “One!” she calls out happily looking over at AJ.

Dusty moved closer to the going’ons as he glanced at the crows, they made his fur stand on end. It was as much fear as raw unchanged hatred for the flying monsters that he felt was fully justified. They started this war with him after all and it took a very long time for the scars to heal and even longer for the mental ones. With a rather aggressive snort from his nostrils he looked away from them and at the weird pony. He heard the tail end of it. Did he call a kiss a fruit? What was he, a colt fresh from filly school? It got a cold chuckle from the Big Mac+ sized mule as he shakes his head and rolls his shoulders. “Ya ain't ever got a kiss before?” He asked doing his best to ignore the birds looking at him. “Let alone know what it is? By the time ah was half ya size ah was making the mares at the bar blush more red than the appels this fine mare is selling!” He bursts out in to a deep thundering laughter that ends in a coughing fit that leaves Dusty weezing as he wipes his muzzle before pulling a whiskey flask from his duster jacket that had ‘Born to be free’ engraved on it. He takes a long swig than tucks it away. “Well, don’t keep her a’waitin.” He smirks.