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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.

The Core of Hoofington lay on an island surrounded by sluggishly flowing green fluids swirling with noxious pink contaminants. With such limited space, the buildings within the Core rose higher and higher until the tops disappeared into the cloud layer. Some buildings ended in broken-off spars, while others leaned precariously against their neighbors. Clouds of green clung to the black, crumbling spires, and if there were pegasi in those clouds… well, good luck to them. The entire Core was backlit by a perpetual green glow that pulsed and flickered like a heartbeat. I could barely make out the skeletal remains of a bridge several miles ahead of us beside a large oval structure.
This is really, really good. So many fanfics read like glorified screenplays, and there's nothing wrong with that as long as we get good dialogue and character-building, but I just love this description of Hoofington. Somber and Kkat both have an incredible knack for descriptive visuals that I really think helps their fics stand out as much as they do. It helps build an atmosphere and a real sense of place. From just this paragraph I get a neat impression of Hoofington as a foreboding, ominous, at yet strangely colorful place.

So they approach, and find that there's actually a fee to enter. And then there's a bit that kind of strains credibility.

“We have to pay to get in?” P-21 said skeptically.

“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.”

How do they recognize her? Much less already hero-worship her? Is it the Pipbuck? Whatever. The mare at the door is skeptical, but Blackjack is able to charm her way through the gates.

“Nice job, Security Mare,” P-21 said once we were past, as we approached the front doors beneath the buzzing neon sign.

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.

You know, I imagine this part could have very easily come off annoying, yet… it isn't. Not to me, anyway. I guess that's the difference that comes with actually being interested in the characters and how they interact.

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:

I was surprised that the interior more resembled a junkyard than anything else. Piles and pallets of scrap lay in carefully stacked rows. There were perhaps a dozen booths with vendors hawking their wares. I saw a drum-fed shotgun and promptly started salivating.
You know, in the story I'm writing, a character gives a speech about how guns are essentially dick stand-ins. I can't help but think of that now. I'm not sure why.

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.

There were also probably as many ponies here as there were in Stable 99. They moved in small clumps, keeping a wary eye as they looked around. Some were obviously raiders, and I had to glance up at Gun to remind myself to behave. Most appeared to be fairly benign, talking and laughing with each other while they swapped stories and goods. Two well-dressed fillies were escorted by a dozen bodyguards as they chattered on about ‘slumming’. Six ponies stomping in full power armor were given a wide berth as they seemed dead set on buying every grenade and missile they could get their hooves on. I felt a stab of guilt at the sight of four Crusaders walking out with a bag full of canned goods, though at least they weren’t the ones I knew.

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!

“Bounties?” I said as I looked over the papers. “You mean killing ponies for bottle caps?”

“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.”

Subtle!

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.

Her eyes went round with shock, lips pressed close together as if trying to keep from blurting something out. Finally she stammered, “Rainbow Dash? She… ah… oh my…” Clearly this wasn’t a topic she expected to discuss. “Well, she was the greatest heroine of the pegasi during the war… but… well…” She looked at me sadly. “When the bombs fell, she wanted us to go down to the surface and help.”

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.

Huh. So trying to flesh out the Enclave POV. Neat.

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.

“Oh? To make anti-toxin?” Glory asked curiously.

“Casserole,” P-21 answered with a small roll of his eyes.

BAM! A reference to Fallout 1 and Fallout: New Vegas! So deft!

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.

“Let me fly you out!” Morning Glory yelled as the giant radscorpion was tangled in some rusty cabling from a steam crane. There weren’t enough words to express my skepticism, but then there also weren’t enough words to stress how much I really didn’t want to be in that pit.

“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.

Blackjack will not forget her fuck-ups. Nor will she allow us to forget them, either.

So anyway, Blackjack goes nuts and guns down the last of the radscorpions. Glory, however, is stung.

I hissed softly through my teeth. I couldn’t shoot, kick, or beat poison out of her.
Faced with a problem she can't solve through violence, she proceeds to get extremely frustrated. Fuck, she really is just like Littlepip.

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.

Ironshod Firearms; I could have worked for these ponies. I really could have. Just looking at the faded pictures of firearms sitting over desks was enough to make my insides moist. Especially at the sight of the clip-fed IF-88 ‘Ironpony’ combat shotgun. Now that was a glorious-looking weapon!
If she starts using a shotgun as a dildo I'm quitting.

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!

“Did you get the impression she’s more than just a good-intentioned idealist?”

“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.”

P-21, we see, is our cold pragmatist. Unlike Calamity, however, he isn't an annoying douchebag.

And how does our heroine respond?

I looked at him as he worked to mix the gland and the healing potion. “I don’t know. I can’t help it. I just accept people until they try to kill me or hurt somepony else.” Maybe it was an effect of 99. With the exception of the Overmare, there was no real chance for guile there; everypony knew everypony and even deep secrets were common enough knowledge. The closest you came to deception was bluffing at poker. I probably knew the dirt and flaws on a hundred different mares in 99. “I just believe that ponies are more likely to help than screw each other over.”
I had to double-check to make sure that these characters weren't just standing around while doing this. P-21 is making the antidote thing, I guess. Seems like not the best time for this kind of chat… he might need to concentrate.

He chuckled softly. “Just what the wasteland needs: an optimist.”

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.”

P-21 seems to be warming up to her awful fast, given that just the other day he shot her in the back. Then again, I misread that line as meaning they were a millimeter apart from being friends, as opposed to being a millimeter closer to being friends.

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.

“I didn’t have a choice,” she said to my back, softly.

“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.”

Oh dear. Glory's beginning to seem interesting.

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.

“So… any luck?” I asked as I sat on the desk, crossing my rear hooves as I perched upright, getting a distinctly odd look from P-21. I noticed a little plaque on the desk. I have become death, destroyer of worlds. Creepy.
Not something I'd expect to see on a name plaque...

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.

Entry 3> G.B. came to me last night. I’ve no idea how he bypasses security. I’ve never seen him so… disturbed. For once, G.B. appeared quite at a loss, and he was truly desperate for my expertise. After P.H. and P.S., haven’t I done enough? No. For him, for his faith in believing in me when none would… I owe him this. He swore it would never be used on P.L. or P.C. He said the most peculiar thing: ‘There are greater threats.’ I am uneasy, but I will do this for him. Fortunately, I’ve grown quite adept at keeping secrets from my loved ones; this would only worry them, and the less they know, the safer they’ll be from the MoM.
Gee. This guy sure seems important and mysterious. Who could he beeeeeee?

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.

I am sorry, Four Leaf. You always said I was an unlucky pony; I don’t know about unlucky, but I feel that I have been incredibly stupid. If anyone should ever discover this hidden log, please know that I always endeavored to serve Equestria with diligence, dignity, and honor. If by some chance my family should read this, know that Daddy is sorry. Farewell.
Wow. That was actually pretty good. Usually I completely don't care about these things.

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!

“Hoofington was a strange city, though. All the Ministries were involved here. Even the Ministry of Awesome, since Hoofington housed the Shadowbolts. Still, according to the official records, Hoofington was almost like a country unto itself. Lots of secrets. Manehattan might have been bigger, Canterlot the capital, Fillydelphia the industrial nexus, but Hoofington was the city of the future. Small wonder the zebras never wasted a chance to attack it. No other city in Equestria was targeted more.”
Well, Somber sure does know how to build up a mystique around his city, even if we haven't seen a whole lot of it yet. But that's the joy of implications, isn't it?

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.

Comments

KuroiTsubasaTenshi Since: Dec, 1969
Feb 26th 2014 at 9:37:32 AM
Despite the sort of pseudo-clone syndrome going on, I'm finding just the discussion of P-21 and Glory here more interesting than Velvet and Calamity in the original. Not really sure about Blackjack vs LP, though, which is almost interesting in a meta way, because LP doesn't set a very high bar.
IcyShake Since: Dec, 1969
Mar 1st 2014 at 7:53:06 PM
"Vanhoover"? Let me guess: New Vegas trade location at Hoover Dam made of a bunch of vans, which Megamart is, I suppose, based on? On my first read, I was thinking something else, since it also works as a horse pun, and I've been trained to see them more than other ones.

They recognize her because she has "Security" written on her barding. Sure, there could be other unicorns out there with something similar, but I think that this is a smaller example of narrative convenience that probably shows up pretty frequently across media.

I didn't know that the "casserole" bit was an NV reference; I've only played 1 and 2. Now I feel a little silly for not knowing it. But I thought it was one of the better-integrated references in early Horizons, in any case.

Yeah, there are some real similarities between Glory and Velvet, but she's more Missed-the-Joke than Prissy Whine, and I think tends to be less passive-aggressive.

Oh, you did take up my suggestion, at least for the chapter! Well, I won't give anything away, but you did get through the scene with the Rarity figurine.

I thought that the way Four Leaf wasn't made an acronym a little weird, myself. There isn't a good reason from a protocol standpoint to have her name not abbreviated, since her association with the author would identify him. Best guess is it's that same familiarity which breaks out in full force with the farewell note.

I know it happens, especially in the stuff you liveblog, but really, how can you have a story (or at least a plot- or character-oriented story, as opposed to one more focused on, say, atmosphere) with protagonists who never fuck up? Seems terrible. But I guess that's why it shows up here.

(But how does that work in HP, in particular? Harry blows it all the time, and the supporting cast does, too, if perhaps to a lesser extent due to the structure of the story.)

Anyway, I enjoyed it as ever and look forward to the next installment, whether that's more PH or HP or something else.
Pannic Since: Dec, 1969
Mar 1st 2014 at 10:25:22 PM
Oops. That's a Freudian slip on my part. Vanhoover is the location in my shitty fic. I'm gonna fix that.

As for the Harry Potter remark, let's just say that a lot of terrible fanfic authors who turn Harry into a Gary Sue who breezes through all his "problems" with nary a conflict.
IcyShake Since: Dec, 1969
Mar 2nd 2014 at 3:56:28 PM
Oh, okay on Vanhoover.

As for HP, I get that that happens. But I have to wonder whether it's something that the authors are aware of; do they think that getting through everything without much challenge is a feature, or do they believe that their characters really are facing meaningful difficulties? I guess it probably depends on the author, and you'd need to read between the lines of each story's presentation to really make that call.
Pannic Since: Dec, 1969
Mar 2nd 2014 at 7:02:24 PM
From the author's notes on Partially Kissed Hero, the author does seem to genuinely believe he's got an epic conflict going; he frequently talks up how dangerous Dumbledore is as a villain (despite the fact that he's frequently shown to be more or less impotent as Harry frequently trounces and murders him).

But really, I think that what it comes down to is that they put so much of themselves in the protagonist that they can't bear to have anything bad happen to them. The hero always has to win. The concept of the hero losing, or better yet, being the cause of their own problems, seems a foreign concept.
IcyShake Since: Dec, 1969
Mar 4th 2014 at 3:57:55 PM
So, the entire basis of the classical tragedy?
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