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It was cold, not cold like the Third Class Apprentice Stables, this was damp cold. Odoacer tried to take a deep breath, only to be rewarded with a mouth full of mud. She shot up immediately, coughing and spitting up as much as she could. The strange earthy taste wouldn't leave, even when she was sure there was no more mud.
"Well look who decided to wake up." A familiar voice in a spoke cold, harsh tone. Odoacer turned her mud caked head towards the voice, to be greeted by a sight that made a strange combination of fear, anger, and relief flood her. It was Hester Shaw, the disfigured mare assassin that had tried to kill Valentine.
"Why are you here? I thought you were dead." Odoacer said, surprised herself that she had not been killed herself. Hester gave her a stern look.
"Because you stopped me from killing Valentine, that's why I'm here and unless you jumped down that garbage chute, you're here for the same reason I am."
"If you would have killed Valentine, yo
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Odoacer kept her head low, ignoring the other passengers on the lift down. She'd already been on the lift for ten minutes, and would remain on it for at least another ten. The only express lift to the Gut was on the top tier, and was only useable by the Guild of Engineers, so she was stuck on the slow down lift. She wasn't alone in her descent, there were a few other ponies, mares and bucks alike, who would be accompanying her to the bottom. They were regular worker ponies who worked in the Gut, only Odoacer was headed down for punishment. The lift stopped and ponies milled into and out of the small space, as they did at every stop.
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Even though she hadn't counted the decks as they descended, Odoacer knew they were nearing the Gut. The smell of burning fuel and scraping noises of Manehattan's massive engines was clear and only grew louder the further down they went. The car held only a handful of Grease-ponies and Engineers who were headed to work in
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The light was fading as night approached on this dreary evening. The once great Traction City of Manehattan was giving chase to a small mining barge that could barely be considered a town across the western Salt flats.
In her heyday Manehattan would have let such a meager prize alone in favor of much larger prey from as far north as the Ice Plains and as far south as the Quiet Sea. Unfortunately, prey was growing scarce and Manehattan was beginning to become an attractive target for larger cities. Ten years ago the decision had been made to hide in the low mountains of the Far West. Here Manehattan survived an little towns and static settlements, all the while hiding from cities too large to chase Manehattan into the narrow valleys of the Far West. Manehattan had since begun moving east into the Equestrian Hunting Grounds once more. The mining barge, small as it was, seemed a sign from the gods that the Lord Mare had made the right decision in moving the city ea