So like the original fic, Project Horizons always opens with a quote. This one is a "Step Three: Profit" joke. Oh dear. Still, as long as he doesn't repeat it it won't be as bad as that "you are crunchy and taste good with ketchup" line(s) from the original.
So our merry band of uneasy-peasies makes their way, Glory explaining some more stuff to them before the chapter (off-screen exposition. That's new.). And then they arrive at Hoofington.
And you know, this is actually really cool.
So they approach, and find that there's actually a fee to enter. And then there's a bit that kind of strains credibility.
“Five caps a head. Ten per Bessy. Or you can just become a Finder for the discount price of a thousand caps. You don’t like it, pick a direction and start walking,” she said matter-of-factly.
One of the guards looked closer at me and then broke into a grin. “Hey, Keystone! It’s her. Security Mare!” The others took note as well and immediately started to chuckle and talk to each other. I could have found DJ Pon3 and punted him clear over the Core. They were saying it like I was Superpony. “Bottlecap wouldn’t mind if we gave her a pass.”
I snorted. “Shut it.”
“You can be sore about the reputation or you can use it. Not both,” P-21 replied casually. I stuck my tongue out at him, much to Glory’s surprise.
But you know, after the angst in the last chapter, the tone seems to have lightened up a bit and we're getting some fun interactions between the characters. It's actually pretty neat.
Of course, now I'm enjoying myself, so something is bound to go wrong. But until then, someone suggested that I make a note of the time when Blackjack seems to take an almost sexual interest in guns and weapons. For example:
Also, it occurs to me that Blackjack doesn't seem particularly less murder-happy than Littlepip at this point of the story so far. Sure, she isn't going to gun down enemies who she doesn't consider a threat anymore, but last chapter did have her pretty much saying she was going to go after some raiders for fun. Weird.
So they enter Hoofington and it's a veritable slice of Wasteland life.
So this is gonna be, like, the central setting of Project Horizons, and one can't help but draw a comparison with Tenpony Tower from the original. Tenpony Tower was sort of a cushy place that was, for most of the story, essentially a safe zone for the protagonists. Not to belittle it at all, 'cause that lent itself very well to breather segments where the story could focus more on interactions and character-building and less on terrible action scenes.
Then they come across Megamart, and meet the manager, who thanks them for clearing out the raiders who how been sacking their caravans. Gives Blackjack a bagful of caps as a reward.
Huh. Blackjack seems to kinda just be a generically humble hero protagonist thing. Littlepip 2.0, I guess. It seems a step back after her very good introduction in chapter 1. Well, I guess that's what character development is for.
Anyway, five hundred caps. Blackjack suggests they get something to eat and maybe they'll run into Enclave dudes. Glory says that won't happen, 'cause the place is restricted.
So Blackjack asks a bit about if they can do anything about encrypted data files, which is way out of her price range. Oops.
I'm gonna stop going back and forth every few sentences to say what happens. I'll come back when I have something to make fun of.
Ah, here we go: Blackjack immediately asks how she can get ten thousand caps. The mare proceeds to talk about the kinds of jobs available, including bounty hunting!
“Oh yes. That can be quite lucrative… provided you don’t mind letting another decide if somepony should die,” she said as she pointed at a section with a hoof. “Don’t let the language fool you. They’ll all be described as raiders, murderers, thieves, and killers… whether they are or not. Some are. Some aren’t. You decide.”
So Blackjack takes a visit to a shady doctor for a patch-up and a rad cleansing and he calls her Security and I am really going to come to hate this nickname, aren't I? Good to see that Somber is staying true to Homage's character by making her just as annoying as she was in the original.
There's a bit about P-21 and Glory being surprised at the sight of her being naked. I'm not sure why. Ponies don't normally wear clothes…
They figure that ten thousand caps is a lot of money, so Glory suggests they just go to the Enclave skyport, where they could just crack it for free. Blackjack, mindful that the Enclave has received mixed reviews, is hesitant. Then she asks about Rainbow Dash.
P-21 looked at her in confusion. “So what’s wrong with that? Isn’t that why you’re here?”
She shook her head firmly. “I want to help now, but she demanded the pegasi fly down and help despite the magical radiation of hundreds of balefire bombs poisoning the atmosphere. Tens of thousands of pegasi would have died, or more… We’d already lost Cloudsdale, so the pegasus council refused. She left… and probably died of radiation poisoning,” she said quietly, looking at her hooves. “Some ponies really respect her for that, but…”
“I’m guessing you don’t?” I asked with a little smile.
She sighed with a little frown, shaking her head. “If she’d stayed and listened to the council, she could have shaped things for the better. The Enclave was established to protect the pegasus people, and they do. But…” She glanced around the Megamart. “Well, maybe if Rainbow Dash hadn’t left then the Enclave would have started helping the surface sooner. Instead she left and it took two hundred years of petitions and peaceful demonstrations for the Volunteer Corps to do what she’d wanted us to do right after the bombs blew.” She finished drinking her Sparkle-Cola.
Of course, Glory isn't going to say anything else about living life in the clouds. 'cause it's classified. Blackjack monologues to the reader a bit about how her trying to make friends as per Watcher's advice is a little tricky.
P-21 takes a look at the bulletin board and looks up the job, is somewhat weirded out that most of them involve murder. And "defiling." However, they settle on collecting radscorpion glands. Like a quest from the video game.
“Casserole,” P-21 answered with a small roll of his eyes.
Also, Blackjack doesn't know what a scorpion is. Low INT.
So they settle on three quests that don't involve murder: harvest radscorpion glands, salvage some computer parts, and shoo off some squatters. Who wants to bet something goes really wrong?
Yep. One scene transition later and they're being chased by a horde of radscorpions. I'll admit it's kinda funny. I'd probably be laughing if this were earlier in the day.
This is an action scene, so we can largely disregard it.
I should like to make this a point in the story's favor: too often, I find that fanfic authors are afraid to have their characters fuck up (particularly in some Harry Potter fanfics I could mention). This story isn't afraid to do that. Of course, that does run the risk of having the character fuck up so much they lose audience sympathy, but many authors can't even work up the courage to have their protagonists fail once in a while. So good for that, even if it does go to the opposite extreme.
Anyway, back to our action scene.
“If you think you can,” I said as it scurried towards us. I felt her bite the back of my barding behind my neck and felt her hooves hook into my straps. Her wings beat furiously and I was stunned as we slowly rose up into the air.
Rising: good. Slowly: not so good. The giant radscorpion jumped up on the side of the steam crane and snapped its tail out. Morning Glory cried out as the barbed tip bit deeply into her flank, and gravity returned with a vengeance. Had I fallen to the ground I probably would have broken something vital. Instead, I landed on the roof of the huge steel crane. I looked back to see Morning Glory fluttering down to the floor of the gravel pit. The radscorpion turned and started to scuttle towards her.
I saw a teal filly torn in two before my eyes.
So anyway, Blackjack goes nuts and guns down the last of the radscorpions. Glory, however, is stung.
Glory, however, can synthesize and antidote, provided she has a gland, a healing potion, and access to a laboratory.
…she's the party medic. Oh, fuck, she really is Velvet Remedy 2.0.
So off they go in search of a lab. Scene change.
More action scenes with robots. They get upstairs, but Glory is fading fast. Effective scene mixing serious stuff with black comedy and fun banter from Blackjack. Glory manages to slur some instructions about how to make it, which P-21 is able to piece together, though he expresses doubts about Glory's intentions, what with a "no more weapons" thing she slurs in her delirium. And then we get character-building!
“I don’t care. She helped us. We’re going to help her,” I said sharply as he worked. This was not the time to bring this up with me.
“But…”
“Enough with your suspicion!” I yelled as I rounded on him. “Right now she needs our help. I know you don’t trust anypony, but we are going to do this.” Clearly my outburst shocked him. I took a deep breath and sighed. “Look. I know she’s Enclave. I know she says she wants to help. I also know I’d love to see what the sun is really like. But letting her die isn’t an option for me.”
“I…” He looked over at her and then sighed. “I wasn’t going to let her die. I just… why do you trust her? You trust everypony. Watcher. Bottlecap. Even the Crusaders. Morning Glory. You even trust me when I’ve told you that I want to shoot you.”
And how does our heroine respond?
I sighed and rolled my eyes. “P-21…”
“I mean it,” he said seriously, surprising me. He instructed me to fill the syringe since my magic was a touch more precise than his mouth and hooves. Once it was full, we injected it into her leg. A minute later she shuddered as her breathing deepened. “You frustrate me, annoy me, and sometimes scare me half to death, but you also impress me terribly from time to time.”
“So does that mean next time I talk to Watcher I can tell him we’re friends?” I asked with a smile.
“Closer to friends,” he said as he held his hooves a millimeter apart. “About this much.”
So Blackjack leaves P-21 to take care of Glory's antidote problem while she goes off to shoot at things that register as red on her EFS. She also gets to test out new ammo types, which I find amusing to read about, for some bizarre reason. I guess it makes sense… she's got a serious gun fetish, so fixating on ammunition isn't much of a stretch. She finds the skeleton of the research lead, along with his unique gun. She's gonna dig a grave for this one, too, isn't she? Well, after she's done puzzling over the bullethole in his skull, which apparently melted a hole through both the dude's skull and the wall behind him.
So Glory gets her antidote and P-21 does lockpicking. Yeah, Blackjack didn't inherit the lockpicking, hacking, or sneaking skills that Littlepip had. Those went to P-21. Blackjack just took the guns.
Glory breaks down a little and talks a bit about Enclave life.
“Excuse me?” I looked back at her with a politely curious expression.
She stared down at the fizzy carrot flavored water. “I didn’t have a choice. In the Enclave… if you have aptitude then you’re... encouraged... to accept training and an assigned job in your field.” She sighed and closed her eyes. “My aptitudes were in technical engineering and medical procedures. I never worked on anything critical, but there was always… talk. Talk about how something could be weaponized. Talk about how something could be used for the Enclave’s security.” She looked back at the bottle. “I didn’t like it.”
You may recall that way back when I was discussing the original story, I noticed that the members of team protagonist didn't seem to have much in the way of lives outside of the immediate plot, with the exception of SteelHooves, what with Littlepip and Velvet's backgrounds being largely immaterial, and Calamity having burned all of his bridges prior to the start of the story.
Blackjack and P-21 both have that "fish out of water" characteristic that makes them better suited as audience surrogates, but doesn't help to ground the setting. Glory, however, seems to actually have shit going on in her life during and prior to the events of the story. Suffice it to say that there's probably shit that's gonna be revealed. No doubt this is some kinda significant foreshadowing, like Glory was working on a superweapon or something.
Of course, that's all she's saying. Protocol. Doesn't want to make trouble with her family.
So Blackjack leaves Glory alone with her thoughts and goes to talk to P-21. This really is just like in Knights of the Old Republic when between major quests I'd just go down the checklist of party members what I need to talk to.
No backstory character quests here, though, as she sits down to read some terminals!
Person who wrote these did everything in initials. P.P., T.B., B (no period, odd), G.B., P.H., P.S., S.S., O.M.G., R.O.F.L.M.A.O., you get the idea.
Then he refers to "Four Leaf" without initials. Okay.
The dude's incredibly full of himself and disdains his work on bullets, but apparently his bullets are very special. Gee. I wonder if that has anything to do with that hole in the wall by the skull with the hole in its head.
But yeah. In a very sad turn, we find that the guy killed himself, leaving a last note for Four Leaf.
So Glory delivers some exposition on the Ministry of Wartime Technology, which worked with a number of these companies, including Ironshod Firearms. And whaddya know, it turns out that Hoofington was central to the war research stuff!
That's chapter 5 of Project Horizons, a nice little break from these terrible Harry Potter stories I'm reading. Suffice to say that there's one interpretation of Lily Evans I know of that's a fucking cunt.