MasterMustang

Quillhart watched as Fire Walker turned towards a pony he heard being addressed to as Master Mustang by the red Pegasus Master Mustang... MASTER MUSTANG?! He turned to him with his mouth wide opened, and forgot that he was actually too shy to talk with him. "Are you the Master Mustang?! One of the best fighters in modern time, of which techniques I've used in many of my books?! Which most simple techniques actually saved my life from ending up in a timberwolf's stomach?! Wow, you look younger than on the images I've seen you on! Is there a secret? Do you use any sort of a potion, or do the activity itself keep you so fresh? How long have you been doing martial arts?!" Quillhart heard them talking about to spar someday. "You have to tell me when you're gonna do it. Even though I'd probably be easily outmatched I'd like to she those techniques in action. And against Fire Walker?! I can't miss this! I can't wait!" He suddenly stopped himself realizing how he was going on. "Oh, ehum... It's a... pleasure to meet you Master Mustang. I wasn't told that it would be some famous ponies on this trip." Qullhart said with a shameful face.

The young humble martial artist blushes slightly from the flattery. He shyly rubs his neck with an embarrassed closed-eyed smil and then bows slightly. "You honor me greatly, good sir and I'm happy to meet you as well. I never realized how well known I was." Brew face softens to and his heart warms to know that some of his techniques have helped another so greatly. However, the young master became a little overwhelmed by the bombardment of questions from the stallion. "Well, sir... I'm not much older than yourself and I have been training ever since I can remember. If you would like, later on I could endulge your curiosity. I'm sure you are just as eager as I am to have the expedition underway." He then remembers Quilhart's comment about his pontential match with Fire Walker. "As for me and Ms.---- pardon me... Lt. Fire Walker, I sure that she will be quite the test for my abilities. I also would be honored for you to view such a specticle."

She turned towards the kimono wearing pony as he spoke. One he was finished, the mare replied, "Ah, Master Mustang, while we've never met, I've heard about you! You've helped train some of the younger guards in the R.E.A. for melee combat. I'm also sure I've heard your name being brought up during a few of our work-groups. We had to redouble our training after the whole mess during Captain Shining Armor and Princess Cadance's wedding."

She held out her front right hoof which was covered in a light plate horseshoe. She quickly waggled it, which caused a small blade to extend itself from the shoe. The blade appeared to be more suitable for disarming an opponent than actually harming one. "I do specialize is up close combat myself. We'll have to spar one of these days, I'm sure I could learn a good deal from you."

Hearing Lt. Fire Walker address him, Brew turns to face her. Her words flatter him to the point of a slight blush. His modesty in such situations tend to get the best of him. [colour=#FF8C00]"Thank you kindly Lt. Fire Walker for such flattering words. I only try to do my best for my fellow ponies, my Princesses, and those who serve and protect us all. Just doing my best like my father."[/colour]

Brew's eyes wander to the mare's hoof to then which a small hidden blade pops out as she makes a comment about her own abilities. Interesting little device but not his speed. Brew like to fight with no tricks or cheating. Just body and mind but he understands that war is vastly different. Fire Walker then comments that she and Brew should spar sometime and that she could learn much from him. Brew blushes slightly again. [colour=#FF8C00]"I would be honored, Lt. Fire Walker-san. I expect you to be a well skilled opponent. I may learn just as much from you---"[/colour] Brew says as he is interupted by a strange mare that arrived and plopped down with great exhaustion. As she interduced herself Brew could tell before she revealed such that she was from Germaney. He never been there but would like to one day. He glances at her and tilts his head in curiosity and concern. [colour=#FF8C00]"Are you ok miss?"[/colour]

The shop is starting to get packed with his fellow adventure seekers. Before he could even speak a word to anypony, a brown earthpony, looks to be slightly younger than himself, stumbles through the door. It was slightly amusing however, something seemed familiar about this stallion. Brew sits quietly allowing him to make his introduction. The pony revealed himself as Quillhart, an author from his hometown of Filly. The name instantly kickstarted his memory. He has heard much about Quillhart from his fellow Fillydelphians but personally never met him. Before he could atempt to introduce himself again to the group, Quillhart begins to converse with the crimson mare, Fire Walker. Apparently they are already aquianted. Master Mustang stands and walks up to Aureate Compass and bows. [colour=#FF8C00]"It's a pleasure and honor to meet you, Aureate Compass."[/colour] he smiles. [colour=#FF8C00]"I am Brew Highkick, but most know me as Master Mustang." [/colour] Brew takes a quick look around the shop and then return his eyes back to Aureate.

Finally posted last night. Sorry about the delay! ^^"

Hope it will suffice... u.u

*A few days eariler....*

[colour=#FF8C00]"Very well done today, everypony. Remember to practice today's techniques as I will looking for them during our next sparring session next class."[/colour]

[colour=#800080]"Yes, sir!"[/colour]

Master Mustang smiles and bows as his last martial arts class wraps up for the day. Young Brew throws on his casual kimono and makes his way to Fillydelphia. Another day of paradise in his home town. He takes a deep breath as the afternoon sun shines on his long black mane. It shines like polished onyx. As he walks the streets, making his way to the city center, Brew notices a lone poster. It hangs on the corner lamppost in front of his mother's shop and cafe'. His head tilts in curiosity as the young master reads on. Apparently this is an add for a trans-Equestian expedition. The mention of such a journey reminds Brew of when he left to find his traning as a young colt. However, he can't possibly leave his students again so soon. Last week he just got back from a 2-day vacation to Ponyville. Just as he turns away. He is startled by his mother standing before him.

[colour=#FF8C00]"Gahhh!!!" [/colour]he jumps. [colour=#FF8C00] "Mother! Don't sneak up on me like that!" [/colour]he says in an embarassed tone of voice.

[colour=#008000]"Sorry, Brew." [/colour][colour=#000000]Tea'na [/colour]giggles. The stunning green mare smiles and a curious look crosses her as she notices the flyer.

[colour=#008000]"What's that?"[/colour][colour=#000000] she [/colour]asks.

[colour=#FF8C00]"It's an ad for a Trans'Equestrian expedition. I'm guessing to map the main travel routes of Equestria. It seems that a one 'Aureate Compass' is looking for travel companions." [/colour][colour=#000000]he[/colour] replies.

[colour=#008000]"Why that sounds lovely! You should go, sweetie."[/colour]

[colour=#FF8C00]"I just returned from Ponyville not too long ago. I can't just go trotting off into the sunset again." [/colour][colour=#000000] H[/colour]e says with a look of disapointment. In truth he would like to go but he doesn't want to seem selfish. Tea'na looks at him and shakes her head.

[colour=#008000]"Brew, you think too much of others sometimes. You're still young. Go out and have fun. You got plenty of help there otherwise you wouldn't have gone in the first place."[/colour]

Brew stands corrected by his mother. Before he can say anything, Tea'na bops him on his muzzle with her hoof and hands him the flyer.

[colour=#008000]"Go have fun, Brewsky. I'll have your father take care of the gym while you are absent. I think a suprise mentorship from the renowned Ironflank would be a great gift from Master Mustang, right?" [/colour]she winks.

A blushing Brew laughs, rubs his neck, and then looks down to the flyer. He looks back to his mother.

[colour=#FF8C00]"I suppose your right, mother."[/colour] he smiles as he goes to hug her. The young martial artist then turns away to start on his journey.

[colour=#008000]"Have fun, Brewsky! Be a good boy for mama!"[/colour] she calls out her teasing goodbye to her son.

Brew stops and blushes from embarassment. He looks back at her with a playful glare and then trots away with a smile.

[colour=#FF8C00]"Better get packing..."[/colour]

*Today - Canterlot*

Dressed again in his casual kimono with two cloth sacks slung over his back, Master Mustang aimlessly wanders the streets of Canterlot searching for the address listed on the flyer. Eventually he stumbles upon this lone cartography shop. He peeks through the window to see a small group of poines coversing among one another, a couple stallions and a mare... a rather stunning one to be honest. She looks to be a military type, must be REA. Brew's father was hired by Shining Armor on a few occasions to help train several small platoons of soldiers. Her crimson coat and mane make him blush a little. Thank goodness she didn't notice him. Shaking his awkardness away. He calms his nerves and quietly enters the shop. He looks around at the group and bows polietly towards the center of the gathering. [colour=#FF8C00] "Greetings, is this the meeting place for the expedition I read about in the flyer?"[/colour] Brew asks as he holds up the slip of paper.

Sorry, I haven't posted yet. Work has been stressful. I'll be posting tonight or tuesday.

I think that will be best. Mustang hasn't been to Dodge Junction ever. ^^"

I can find him a reason to be in Dodge Junction but I was thinking about being in the starting group now. What would you rather me do?

Any progress?

where are you guys?

I was told she was going to be absent for personal reasons, not full blown quit. That sux.

I will use my OC, Master Mustang. As for his role in the group... I don't know what his role will be; maybe a peacekeeper? Perhaps he believes he is overdue for a vacation? As for him joining the group, I think he would have to be picked up. I like to think his martial arts gym (which has no name since its ran out of his home) is quite well known in the lower Heartland; perhaps his name reaches Aureate Compass' ears, and thus wishes to invite him on the journey (for reasons I'll leave up to you.)

Sound good? Thoughts?

I'm interested ^^

Val quit? No one told me that! When did that happen?

kk np

Yup ^^

Name: Kaioken, aka Kai or Kenny.

Sex: Male

Age: Young Adult

Species: Zebra

Appearance:

• Short black mane and tail
  
• Black and grey stripped coat
  
• Light blue eyes
  
• Tattered/dirty dark brown pants and white shirt.
  
• Covered by a worn and long, dark grey, hooded, coat.
  
• Fore-hooves wrapped with dirty, worn, white, and tough cotton bandages/
  

Physique: Very Athletic

Origin/Residence: Born and raised in the ruins of Las Pegasis.

Occupation: Freelance bodyguard, odd jobs, fights in arenas for most of his caps. Overall drifter.

Motivation: To become stronger everyday and to help those who need it. To keep learning so that he may become a better stallion... and better others.

S.P.E.C.I.A.L.

Strength - 7 (+3)

Perception - 7

Endurance - 7 (+3)

Charisma - 6 (+1)

Intelligence - 4

Agility - 7 (+3)

Luck - 5

Skills:

Explosives - 15

Energy Weapons - 10

Repair - 60

Science - 20

Unarmed - 100

Barter - 35 (+15)

Guns - 25

Lockpick - 45

Medicine - 50

Survival - 65

Sneak - 100

Speech - 60 (+15)

Melee Weapons - 75

Perks (individual):

Tornado Kick: Special single melee attack that does +50% damage and has 50% knockdown chance if it strikes the head of a character.

Martial Arts Training (3): +3 to Strength, Endurance, and Agility

One of the Good Guys: +10% Damage and +25% critical chance to "evil" characters.

Pressure Point Focus: Unarmed attacks have +25% chance to cripple limbs.

Parry: Blocked melee attacks return 15% of damage back to attacker.

Disorienting Strikes (3): Unarmed attacks to the head and torso have 15% chance to stun character for (3) seconds.

Stable Ground: Reduces damage from characters with flight by 10%.

True Conviction: Dropping to or below 40% health results in +10% damage, +15% attack speed, and +25% critical chance.

Battle Meditation: When in combat, +2 Perception and +5% DR for each hostile character in combat (stacks up to a maximum of 60%)

Good Natured: +1 to Charisma and +15 for Barter and Speach.

Fair fight: Reduces damage from all non-melee weapons by 20%.

Perks (group)

Inspiring Presence: In combat, characters other than Kaioken receive +2 endurence and +15% DR.

Inventory:

• Kai's Worn Wastlander Outfit
  
• Kai's Worn Fight Bandages
  
• Roughly 300 to 600 caps.
  
• (3) Flashbang grenades
  
• (3) Smoke grenades
  
• (1) Medpack
  
• (2) Small boxes of food and water rations.
  

Likes: Martial arts training, competing against stronger and stronger opponents, reading, tea, doing the right thing, and good company.

Dislikes: Guns, arrogance, drama, those who take advantage of the weak.

Personality: He's a very caring and passionate individual, putting his all into everything he does. He's not one to deny someone help when they ask and will always lend a hoof. Kaioken likes to fight for sport but he truely is passive at heart. He tries to avoid confrontation and violence if possible but will not hesitate defend himself or others if threatened. This pony has a massive appatite. He can eat as much as two stallion's his size. Other ponies find this rather... shocking. He has one querk though... Kaioken is awkward around beautiful mares resulting in more of a shy'er demeanor than that of his usual upbeat positive self. However child-like or happy he is, if a serious matter is at hoof, Kai will treat the situation with a fierce seriousness. Life and death are no laughing matters. Also, he may not be the brightest of stars in the skies above but the glow in his heart burns brighter than the sun.

History: Kaioken grew up in the remains of the great metropolis of Las Pegasis. His family was one of the few Zebras alive in mainland Equestria. As such, he was picked on a lot as a young colt. This was until one day he stumbled upon an old library and found a whole section intact about martial arts. The collection was full of books, videos, holotapes, and audio tapes from legendary martial artists like Hooves Lee, Steel Eagal, and Rush St.Pier. The young zebra would spend hours in that library dragging home as much of this knowledge as he could. Soon after he retrieved all that literary gold, Kaioken found the remains of an old Prize Fighting boxing gym near downtown, best part was that is wasn’t irratiaded and thus still safe from the dangerous radioactive core of the city. There he spent days if not weeks on end on not stop training. After a winning several fights against those who picked on him, bullies began to leave him alone. However, they just shifted their targets. This infuriated him. As he watched them go to bully another. Never again… not to anyone. Kai then would stand against anyone who would harm those weaker than themselves. He took many beatings and dished out just as many for the sake of others, but they were worth it. They made him who he is today.

Today, Kai wonders the wastes. He felt stuck at home… as if his skills were beginning to wither… He decided that there is more out there than just death and sand. There are more good people who need help and more bad people trying to take advantage of them… even more so… there is so much more to see and learn. So he wanders… learning… helping… protecting… and smiling.

This is making me nervous how inactive this becoming. What's up guys?

I'm the last post so I just have been waiting on the others, hate when this happens.

Thank you guys for your kind words.

Striker nods and salutes AJ as she gives him his orders. [colour=#006400]"Copy that, mam. Secure and defend the area in a 5 klick radius around base camp." [/colour]He replies formally. [colour=#FF8C00]"I need to get something to the med-labs before I head off for Manehatten. You now have field command Colonel Striker, don't disappoint me." [/colour]Gen. AJ responds, tipping her infamous hat to Star. He nods. "I won't, mam." They both turn away from eachother and AJ leaves, giving him full field command of the base and its operations.

Aproaching the CO's desk, Striker summons Lt. Major Casings back over to him. [colour=#006400] "Casings! Fall in." [/colour]he orders.

Still intimidated by Striker, he scurries over to him with haste. [colour=#800000]"Yes, sir?" [/colour]he asks. Col. Striker sits down at the desk and draws his new sidearm, a large custom M45A1 CQBP (Close Quarters Battle Pistol), the RLF's redeigned and updated tactical version of the classic high powered Colt M1911 .45 ACP handgun and sets it down on the table, beginning to disasemble it. Striker removes the magazine and racks the slide, ejecting a live round. It bounces on the table. Setting the weapon down, he puts the stray bullet into the mag. His weapon safe to field strip, some of his focus returns to the stallion before him. [colour=#006400]"I need a security briefing. What defensive capabilities does this installation have?"[/colour] he asks coldly, inspecting his firearm.

[colour=#800000]"Well sir, as you can tell, the main parameter of the base is a 6 hoof high by 2 hooves thick cement wall, quarried from nearby. It was finished about two weeks before your arrival..." [/colour]Casisngs begins to elaborate. Striker releases the slide and removes the tactical laser sight from the weapon's rail. [colour=#800000]"... About 150 hooves beyond that is a chain fense with barbed wire. The space between is partolled around the clock." [/colour] Star continues to strip his weapon, his eyes on his gun. [colour=#800000]"Well... um... the facility has guard towers at all corners and two at each entry. We also have 4 Humvee mounted anti-air heatseeking missle defense platforms, two of which are down due to maintenance. If needed we have access to Stinger Anti-air missle lanchers in the armory." [/colour]Casings explains. Striker, finishes taking apart his gun. All the parts seem to be in working order, so he begins to reassemble. [colour=#006400]"Understood, do we have any close air-support available?"[/colour]

[colour=#800000]"Yes, sir. We four helipads, two occupied by Cobra attack choppers on standby."[/colour]

[colour=#006400]"Good. One last thing..." [/colour]the Colonel asks.

[colour=#800000]"Sir?"[/colour]

[colour=#006400]"Do we have any mechanized or armored assets on station or nearby in case we require such support?"[/colour]

[colour=#800000]"Actually we do sir, we have two Strykers, and the staging area 50 kilcks to the south, Camp Trottle, has 4 M1 Abrams battle tanks on standby as well."[/colour]

Striker finishes and loads his sidearms, satisfied by the intel. [colour=#006400]"Understood, Lt. Major. Dismissed." [/colour]he says with a wave of his hoof.

[colour=#800000]"Sir!" [/colour]Casings salutes and returns to his duties. Striker stands and clears his thoart.

[colour=#006400]"Attention!"[/colour] Everypony snaps to attention. [colour=#006400]"I want a 5 klick radius around our current location locked down. No one in or out without proper clearance. Any CE forces that approach are parameter are considered targets of opprotunity and security forces are to engage at will. Am I understood?"[/colour] he orders as he grabs his pistol, racks it, and places it in his holster.

[colour=#FF8C00]"SIR, YES, SIR!" [/colour]everypony in central command respond. They begin to radio the new orders to all platoon leaders and MP's. Star, walks outside and into the falling snow. Making his way to an empty helipad, he stops in the middle of the platform and looks out into the wasteland before him... the frontlines... he takes a deep breath...

[colour=#006400]"I'm ready now... are you?... Pierrot?..."[/colour]

Thanks for your kind words, GreyMatter. Dusk would be happy to hear them.

look whos back ^^

The Colonel stands quietly as Gen. Applejack updates him on the latest intel involving the Pierrot threat. It looks to be that the enemy is on the defensive from the look of the intel. They appear to be fortifying themselves along key targets of opprotunity, only using raiding parties to halt the RLF advance with suffeicent casualties. The enemy supply line looks to be within reach and they are at Pierrot's front yard. The involvement of the Cyrstal Empire with Pierrot's forces, the wounding of Free's sister in combat, the current operation casualties... none of these bits of intel even phase the seasoned soldier, not even the mention of the supernatural warriors of Pierrot's army called "Chevaliers" sparks any concern. He just stands tall and motionless like a solid granite statue, awaiting orders. Orders that he will carry out.

[colour=#FF8C00]"Now then, I have to ask a favour." [/colour]Applejack begins to explain. [colour=#FF8C00] [/colour]Star tilts his head slightly, indicating to her that he is listening. His dark green eyes narrow slightly. [colour=#FF8C00] [colour=#FF8C00]"2nd Lieutenant Lavender Bloom, Free's sister, was wounded recently, and needs some time off duty, so I will be taking her and a small detachment of Eternium Brigade troopers to Manehatten to set up a defense of the city tomorrow. I'm giving you field command of the current operation until Manehatten is secure." [/colour][/colour]she elaborates, summarizing his new assignment. Striker was never one for giving orders or managing operations, he perfered to execute operations and follow out orders. This is new to his massive realm of military expreience. Regardless, he complies without hesitation, eager to get back onto the frontlines. [colour=#006400]"Yes, mam."[/colour] he replies. He looks over to the map for a slight second, going over the operation in his head, and then back to AJ.[colour=#006400] "What is my current objective, mam? Do we standby, lock down the area, recon, and await on station until you return from securing Manehatten?" [/colour]Striker asks. [colour=#006400] "Or do we press the offensive and eliminate the CE supply line? If so, what are the priority targets and are there any secondary objectives for the operation?"[/colour] He stands expressionless for her orders.

General's somewhat positive and happy demeanor doesn't fool Striker. From his time spent training and engaging in close-quarters-combat, as well as his latest Spartan training, he can tell when a pony is scared... he can smell their fear. Something is bothering AJ, whether it is this operation, the status of Manehatten, or Lavander Bloom's condition remains unclear. Nonetheless, it is not a concern yet. He must remain focused on the current operation against the CE/Pierrot allied forces... and the most effiecent ways to eliminate them...

[colour=#006400]- Col. Star Striker -

Central Command Facility, Forward Command Staging Area, Frozen Wastes[/colour]

[colour=#FF8C00]w/ Applejack[/colour]

The colonel comes down to all four hooves, leveling himself with AJ, his stature still bigger than his previous self. [colour=#B22222]"Wow... he even makes Big Mac look small..." [/colour]one pony randomly comments quietly from the backround. [colour=#0000CD]"I know, right?"[/colour]

[colour=#FF8C00]"But lets save the explanation of your assignment for later while over a pint eh?" [/colour]The General's words, although friendly, make him feel slightly apprehensive about debriefing his CO. The Spartan Iniative was and still is top classified intel. Unsure about AJ's knowledge of the subject, he decides that his abence will need a valid explaination and her finding out will be an inevitability. [colour=#006400]"Solid copy, mam." [/colour]he nods without expression. Striker walks over to the map display with AJ and observes the detailed area of the wastes presented before him. [colour=#FF8C00] "I take it you are aware of the current situation we are in?" [/colour]She asks him. The Colonel will definitely need to be brought up to speed as his absence kept him out of the loop for months. He is still not aware of anymore intel on the Pierrot threat other than the intel gained from the assault on the changeling hive. He keeps his gaze on the map. [colour=#006400]"Negative, mam. Because of my absence I will need a briefing." [/colour] He glances over to AJ. [colour=#006400]"Bring me up to speed."[/colour] he replies.