Альтернативное продолжение "Кексиков", мать их в гриву...
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Minutes passed and the drug took affect. Dash was numb from her chest to her flanks. Aware of this, Pinkie approached with her scalpel. With only a smiling glance to Dash, she made a long cut across her pelvis just above her crotch. Moving up her body, she drew a similar incision under her ribs. One final cut was made down her stomach, connecting the first two.
“Looks like I got my I on you, Dash.”
With a moist, gooey sound, the new door flapped opened.
Which made a meaningful complement for another door - the one leading to the bakery, which suddenly went thrust open with an deafening BLAM and a flash of dazzling white light. Pinkie Pie flinched of surprise, driving the scalpel deep into Dashe's chest, and turned around, trying to figure out, what was going on there. The room started to fill up with an acrid pale-green and yellow smoke.
It hasn't been more than a second, before a sound of dozen of clopping hooves came from the stairway and someone's voice, amplified with a loudspeaker, roared:
-GET DOWN ON THE FLOOR AND PUT YOUR HOOVES ABOVE YOUR HEAD! DO IT, PONY, OR I'LL SHOOT ON SIGHT!
Pinkie hopped off the table, droped her scalpel and grabbed a fearsome machete, ready to protect herself. But in a blink of an eye another two BLAMs, accompanied with dazling flashes, threw her down on the floor, deafened, blinded and totally confused. As soon, as she fell down, six strangely looking ponies - all unicorns with their faces hidden, and cutiemarks covered with dense black fabric patches, which were being held with hip belts, stormed into the room, surrounding Pinkie and pointing some strange metal tools, levitating by their right shoulders, at her.
Rainbow Dash tried to make a sound, somwhow attract their attention, but the world started spinnig and she dropped her head on the frame, fighting hard not to loose conciousness, for she was afraid, that the unicrons will take Pinkie and go back where they came from, leaving her to slowly die of severe pain and bleeding.
Meanwhile the unicorns tied Pinkie up with some sort of rope and made her stand. From the look on Pinkie's face, Dash realised that the party pony behaves like she's just woke up and can't figure out, where is she, and what's going on.
One of the unicons, the one with a sun symbol on his cutiepatch, pulled down his strange iron gadget and stepped closer to tied up Pinkie.
-Pinkie Pie! By the authority of Princess Celestia, I put you under arrest for being suspected in kidnapping, torture and ruthless murder. You have the right to keep silence, yet this will not change anything. Tomorrow Princess Celestia shall decide upon your faith. Take her away!
Two other unicrons put their tools behind their backs, slipped theie hooves through Pinkie's and lead her to the stairway. The unicorn that spoke to Pinky, looked around, and, at last, noticed Dash tied up to the frame, hacked in multiple sides and almost unconsious of pain, shock and bleeding.
The former unicorns severity vanished without a trace - he hopped up to the frame, grabbing Dash's neck for a pulse, at the same time speaking frequently - must be to his companions still in the room.
-Hostage down, pulse 50, wounded badly and bleeding, ned trailors and medic NOW! Over...
None of the other unicrons move, but instead of it, Dash heard a weak sound of someone's talking from under unicorn's thick and, probably, heavy olive vest:
-Copy that, entry team, medic is on its way, trailors incoming. Get the hostage ready for evaq, over...
-Roger that, talk -the unicorn said into air, wawing his hoove to his mates and looking around, searching for something. When the other three came by, he's been already cutting the belts, holding Dash, with Pinkies hacksaw.
Dash felt, that noone ties her to the frame anymore, but along with that, she felt that someone touched the stub her left wing used to be just a minute ago, and the pain has finally knocked her out, leaving the rest to the strange face-and-cutiemark-hiding unicorns. The last thing she saw was a couple of earth-ponies in just the same face masks and cutie-patches, carrying a stretcher, and the world has faded away right after that.
***
Captain Rainbow Dagger had a long and honorable story behind. Five years in Everfree Forest Rangerhoof, ten years on Griffon-Equestrian border. Dragons, hungry forest creatures, wild and reckless griffon teens, merciless human poachers - he's seen and fought them all, protecting his dear and peasful motherland from the danger of the outer lands, which Princess Celestia herself couldn't fully drive away wuth her goddess unicorn magic. "To protect and to serve" - that's what was tatooed around his cutiemark, proudly depicting a sword of shiny silvery steel, crossed with a rainbow, formed to resemble a dagger. 20 years of blameless service, including the last five years as an inner affair sheriff, made him think that nothing violent and ruthless may let any fear in his proud and invincibly brave heart.
But what he was observing during this mission, made him feel totally distorted. A terrible, unprecendented act of torture, and far from being the only one in this cellar, in HIS quiet and peace-shining town of Ponyville! And not on a griffon, or a dragon, or any other fearsome and ugly blood-seeking foreign beast - but on a beatiful rainbow-maned blue pegasus pony! Captain felt that muffled anger has started rising up his throat. Not only the suspect has obviously made some deep cuts in her victim's hide, she did the worst - on a table, standing close by the frame, his operators found a pair of sky-blue fluffy pegasus wings, freshly cut off and stained with, no doubt, victim pegasus's blood. Rainbow Dagger has seen enough wounds in his life to make it clear - no matter, how hardly will the surgeon try to sew the wings back to place, there's no way that pegasus girl could ever normally fly again. To harm the wings of a pegasus! You'd better kill yoursel as soon as you feel you're ready to do such a thing! You may be ready to punch a pegasus, kick a pegasus, shoot a pegasus, at last - but to touch a living pegasus's wings, you have to be absolutely insane disguisting madman.
Captain felt unbearable compassion for the wounded pony. If only they've been sent here twenty minutes earlier! Rinbow Dagger wasn't a bit sentimental, on the contrary, he saw and did enough horrible things to feel calm for blood, fighting and violence. But he always clearly saw a border between war and crime, and the longer he lived and the older he became, themore clearly he understood - what could be done to a foe, may never be applied to a civilian. Besides, his daughter was just around the age of the pegasus pony being held hostage and tortured by the pink monster. A horrible thought, that his girl could get in a situation like that, filled captain Dagger with horror and wrath.
For a moment Rainbow Dagger felt sorry, that he and his crew were too professional to let the suspect of that kind render any meaningful or dnagerous resistance. Creatures like that should be shot on sight, without judjement or investigation, no matter how pinkie and cute they may look from aside. Then the rage slowly passed, leaving place for reasonable comprehension. Years of military service have taught Rainbow Dagger, that ponies are the most loyal, brave and honorable creatures one can possibly meet in the world. So there's no way a pony could normally come to such unbearable condition. Which means - the true criminal, responsible for what was happening in the cellar for an unascertained time, has just lost the first battle, but far from loosing the entire war. That should be determined by tomorrow - Celestia will either execute the pinky butcher, or set her up for some weird magic mental healing. If the pink pony survives Celestia's court and trial, the Captain's work will continue - and go on as long, as neccecary to find the torturer of the blue pegasus pony and bring him to justice - by Celestia's means, or, better, with his own 9X19 human MP5 sub-mashine gun.
***
Doctor Rubber Pill rushed through the hospital corridor, murmuring haste exuses to those he joged along the way, carrying a pegasus topographical anatomy manual in his mouth and having his sthetoscope and blinker levitate above his head. A call from Canterlot found him napping after a long and pretty busy 24-hour shift, so at first he didn't recognize nor the voice of the person calling, neither the demand she claimed politely, but firmly. It was two minutes before he finally woke up enough to realize that the pony, patiently waiting for him to come back to himself, is no one else than the ruler and goddess of everypony in his land - princess Celestia. As soon, as he came to the deal she portrayed, all he's been left to do is grab his coat, his equips and a pegasus throughout anatomy guide, and hurry to the operating room, not thinking about the fact he was officially on a day-off and there was a surgeon on duty, ready to make urgent emergency operations. The young filly was too unexperienced and awkward to operate a pegasus with her wings cut clean off. Honestly, doctor Pill didn't have any idea how HE would glue those wings back where the used to be, without condemning the pegasus to an acute and untreatable pain syndrome - WITHOU letting her fly again the way she flown before the incident, which lead to the trauma. If it wasn't for the princess, he would treat the stumps and let them be as they are now, denying the wounded pegasus an ability to fly, but instead providing her with a painless and thus a longer and happy life, on the ground or walking the white clouds in Cloudsdale.
Doctor Rubber Pill once had a friend of him, a pegasus, who wanted to become a trauma surgeon and, despite of having no horn and thus no medical or telekinetic magic powers, came to a noticeable success in the field. Yet, he had to leave the practice soon after he graduated from the academy - to become a stormy weather "Night Shift" patrol operator somwhere on the Griffon-Equestrian border. Doctor Pill heard stories of him saving ponie's lifes, performing dangerous, sometimes prohbited, but yet sometimes very effective operations. If he was around, he surely would take this complex and unwanted pegasus case. Alas, the black-maned, charcoal hide pegasus was far, far away, in at least 4 hours of subsonic flight from Ponyville, somwhere far from civlization with its telephones and radio trancievers - generically out of reach in time short enough to make it here and save the little flyer pony. Doctor Pill stired up his mane and hastened his steps - the operation was to begin in no more than 5 minutes to be a little bit successful, and he still had to take a shower and get in his operational surgery suite. Thanks Celestia he's not a pegasus, like the long-lost friend of him, and doesn't have to sterilize his mouth cavity!
The corridor made one last right angle turn, and doctor Rubber run into a group of unicorn ponies, dressed in some weird green wests, with some sphisticated metal and plastic tools haging from their backs and firmly mounted saddle bags. Their heads were covered with woolen cloth eye- and mouth-holed masks, of every of them but two - elderly stern-faced pony with a sun symbol on his uniform and...
Doctor Rubber felt like a mountain has fallen down from his back.
-Thunderwing! I thought you're in your border cliffs! You can't imagine, how I'm glad to...
-I can, Rubber Pill. -old friend smiled at him. -We suspected, that such a situation may be a possibility in this mission, so captain took me along with his crew. Captain, this is my friend and finest surgeon ever, Rubber Pills. Rubber, this is captain Rainbow Dagger, the pony between Equestria and all the evil of the borderlands and any other lands behind our borders. He's the one responsible for rescuing your -or our? -patient from a maniac butcher pony.
A surgeon and a captain exchanged a short nod of mutual respect and went each to his work.
-Thunder, this is OUR patient - more than that, it's almost completely YOUR patient, for the main difficulty is that thepatient's wings has been cut clean off.
-Dramatic, as you always were - Thunderwing let himself an irreevant giggle. -Nothing even close to "clean off", there're two fine half-inch leftovers, with neurovascular pipe preserved at both sides, though nerves in her right wing root are damaged, and require something bigger than a razor and a scalpel. I think, wel'' be able to figure out, what exactly, in action. Are you ready?
Doctor Rubber Pill took a deep breath - as expected, it's going to be one wierd, mindless piece of field surgery, with nerves parted from muscles with a razor, dental floss as a tool to clearly disjoin bound vessels and something like rubber glue as intestinal stich material - but, surprisingly, he wasn't shaking from tensin anymore. The bue pegasus girl has just earned one jackpot chance to have her wings back on line.
***
By evening Ponyville finally turned into a likeness of a ruffled anthill. It began at 15.00, after mealtime, when the royal guard fell from the sky right to the town square, quickly and silently dispersing the citizens to their - or anyone's homes, shops and restaraunts, cleaning the streets and setting up blockposts on every crossing, watching vigilantly that noone could get outdoors without permission. Approximately at that time, the sky began to fill up with grey rainy clouds, which soon turned a sunny da into a moist and dank mid-day twilight. In an hour, a wierd group of all-cloth-covered, face-and-cutiemark-is-a-huge-secret ponies rushed through the town to the square, disappearing one by one inside the Baker's bakery shop. They stayed there for a mere 20 minutes, then rushing with the same hurry back where they must have come from, carrying something wrapped up in a bedsheet and, possibly, bucking for freedom - to no effect, unsurprisingly, judging of the face-hidden ponie's quantity and sternness.
Just in two minutes, a chariot, harnessed with two large and mighty royal guards, landed by the Baker's shop, and another group of face-hidden ponies rushed to it from the inside, carrying a stretcher with some pony, bandaged thoroughly, so that was no chance to recognize, who was it, which was quickly loaded in the chariot, and immideately after that the chariot took off and rushed with a speed unbelievable for cumbersome royal guards, west, towards Manehattan. Thet was when it began to drizzle.
In a few hours the rumor spread throughouht darkening and wet-to-the-bone Ponyville - the one carried out in a stretcher was Rainbow Dash, and another, wrapped up in a bedsheet, was Baker's assistant baker, the absent-minded and cheerful Pinkie Pie.
The guards, of course, remained silent, despite unstopping questions, which began to pour down on them from ponyvillians, so soon the town had a number of versons of what actually happened in the Baker's shop.
Twilight Sparkle, howewer, didn't take her part in the discussion, neither did the rest of her closest friends still present in the town. Sitting at the library's hall, they've been reading a note from pricess Celestia for the thousand'th time, still refusing to understand completely, what really happened to Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash.
-Tell me this one more time, for I just don't get it. -Twilight Sparkle pushed the letter aside and stood with her hooves on the table, observing the sheet from their distance. Pinkie Pie for an unknown reason TORTURED Rainbow Dash and numerous other ponies to death or near-death in her cellar?
Twilight Sparkle was just embarrased. Whoever, whatever, but NOT Pinkie Pie TORTURING anyone on purpose, ESPECIALLY with sharp medical instrments. That didn't make any sence at all!
-Girls, I dunno whas goin on 'ere, but i'm sure when I find the bastard who crossed up Pinkie an I swear I'll make his teeth make all the way down his filthy ol' throat! -Applejack, too, couldn't believe Pinkie Pie was some sort of ruthless maniac killer, yet she was already here to kick someone for the thing done to her friends.
-This is so awful I can't totally believe such a thng happened. -Fluttershy, on th other hand, still had a hope, that the princess's letter and the guards on the street is something else, and later it all will have a reasonable explanation to this mess.
-But darling, if that's not it - then where are they now, and why are they not here, their phonies not answering and Rainbow's windows dark and shut close?
Twilight looked up at the sky through the window of the ceiling hatch. Rainbow's cloud castle could be clearly seen from this point - dark, most likely closed and almost certainly - silent and absolutely empty. Wherever Dash was, she surely wasn't sitting at home - particularly because Equestria's Best Flyer won't be delayed by any blockposts and sky patrols Royal Guards had to offer. If Dash was around, she's surely come to the library as soon, as the mess in the town started.
Yet she did not. Princess's letter, whatever it meant, was a trouble for only four ponies to handle.
-Ok, let's make it as clear, as it could be. -Twlight said, hopping her hooves back to the floor. -I'll write Princess Celestia, and she'll tell us what EXACTLY is going on. Spike?
-Ready when you are - Spike drew a quill and stood in his tracks, much more serious than always, even when writing letters to the Princess, his mouth shut, no tongue over his lips, his eyes fixed on the scroll.
-"Dear Princess Celestia! I've recieved a letter, claimed to be sent by you, which says that my friend, Pinkie Pie, has slayed my other friend, Rainbow Dash, in her bakery' cellar. Though I can't believe such a thing did really happen, we've got a full town of royal guards patrolling the streets and a martial law, so I thought you should be informed of the strange letter immideately. Your faithful student, Twilight sparkle." Send it.
Spike took a deep breath and blown flame on the scroll, which turned into a green-purple cloud of smoke and flown outside through an ajar window.
-Why didn't you ask her, what's going on? -Rarity asked with irritation.
-That's not smart to ask the person in charge any questions when something big's going on. -answered Twilight, approaching the window and looking up in the grey, almost stormy sky.
Spike hiccuped and spew out a letter.
-Read it! -the four ponies in one hop approached him, struggling not to pull out the scrol from his claws - any, at the same time, shaking of fear to know what princess Celestia is saying.
-Ahem. -Spike cleaned his throat. -"My faithful student and all of your friends! Unfortunately, the letter you received from me was a honest truth. Happily, your friend Rainbow Dash is alive, and Pinkie Pie has been captured by my finest guard's ponies with no harm done to her - at least, she's not worse then she was when doing what she has possible done.
I ask you and some of your friends come to Manehattan's central hospital, when Rainbow Dash is now, receiving treatment from wounds she obtained. Don't worry, I have two best surgeons in Equestria operate on her, yet there may be something you'd be neccecary for. I ask you not to think of the reasons of what happened anymore, for time for this is not now, but yet to come, when Rainbow Dash is out of any actual danger. I'm sending a chariot, that will arrive and make it to Manehattan with you in no time.
Please, hold on. I promise, whatever is the reason, I will find out and do what I can to save everypony under my responsibility.
And be on your guard. Whatever's happening, it may not be over by now."
-Wha' in all of Equestria that gotta mean? -Applejack stared at the scroll with misunderstanding and total confusion. -They've Pinkie siezed and Dash in a hospital? And Celestia's tellin' us nothin' of wha' the crap's goin on over 'ere?
-Whatever it is, she says we should forget the reason and think of how we may help Rainbow Dash, so I think we shall calm down and... Yes, there it is.
A noise of a landing carriage and a loud cnock at the door informed them, that the chariot has arrived and waiting outside. Twilight blew up the candle on a table and turned to Spike.
-Spike, we're going to the hospital to see how Dash is. You stay here in case...
-Twilight, I want to go with you. Dash is wounded, I don't want to sit here whle she's there, waiting for her friends to come and cheer her up.
On the words "cheer her up" Twilight's face twitched.
-Don't worry, Spike. She'll be fine, I'm sure of it.
-You didn't see her. -the serious look on a dragon's face was making Twilight even more uncomfortable, yet she thought there was no way there could be any more. -How can you tell, what will be. Besides, what if Celestia writes a letter? I won't be able to tell you, if you'll be in Manehattan and I'm here, in Ponyville.
-Ok. -Twiligh surrendered, for it was no time, and no actual reason, and no wish to continue wrangling with clearly very worried and scared Spike. -But promise you'll do anything I say, good?
-Ok. But you're afraid I see something scary, it's not the thing you should think about.
-I think of what I think I should. -Twilight snapped out. -If you're with us, turn off the light and get to the chariot.
The ponies, followed by a baby dragon, turning the swithces as they moved through the library, went outside, under the sparce nasty minute rain and quickly hopped into a covered chariot, which rushed from steady, gaining altitude, and quickly disappeared in darkening foggy grey evening sky.
***
While Thunderwing brushed his teeth, Doctor Pills made it to the operation table, when their patient was already treatened with iodine, her wounds cleaned and prepared for surgical fix-up by the young surgeon on-duty, who left the operation room right before Rubber Pills and Thunderwing went in, wishing them good uck and looking at them with a mix of pity and respect - from his point, the blue pony was a 100% goner, still not gone only thanks to resuscitation devices constantly blowing through her lungs and keeping her heart beating. The elder colleagues, he thought, were like ancient heroes, ready to fight death inavoidable - and sure to succeed, so calm and concentrated they were, entering the dressing room of the operation block.
The pony's chest was intact at the front, but at the sides it was a mess of torn hide, slashed muscles and wing bones sticking up from two red messy laserations.
The abdomen looked much worse. Doctor Pills could swear her peritoneum is swarming with patogenous outer atmosphere bacteria, making ground for the most threatening complication. If the intestines were also damaged, this complication - peritonitis - will become an almost 100% possibility, that the patient will suffer greatly and very likely die, despite of all the energies put by three doctors to save her.
But a quick revision displayed, that the intestines, the stomach and the gall-bladder vere intact, fortunately, as, mostlikely. vere the kidneys. The liver and the spleen, however, were a painful site - a piece of liver almost cut off, hanging on a narrow stripe of tendon, the spleen cut into two, both bleeding despite of the blood-stopping sponge. The bloodlost from the spleen was more intense, so doctor Pills started with its ablation, planning to move on to sewing the liver back together.
Tying up vessels, cutting ligaments and sewing together the slashed structures, he got so carried away by the work, he didn't notice his friend and colleague wathcing him closely. At last, the final stitch was finished and Rubber Pills drew himself up with a moan, his neck aching of more than 24-hours persistent annoying tension. Thunderwing smiled at him with understanding.
-If there's nothing acute in the abdomen, I'd like to take care of these wings, before it's too late to reattach them and make them work as good, as normal. It will take a few hours, you may go have some rest until I'm done with it. Or, you know what? If there's nothing else but the wings and peritoneal drainage, I could do everything myself, and you go to the lounge and take a nap? I'll wake you up when some authorities come to check the treatment progress. So, what do you say?
-Thanks, Thunder -Rubber Pills smiled back tiredly -but if you have no objections, I'd ike to stay and take a look at how you're going to fix it - her wings, especially innervation. I still can't figure out, how can an operation like this be possible.
-No problem, Rub. -Thunderwing smiled more wide and insolently. -Watch and learn - this is how we do it on the Griffon-Equestrian Restless Border.
Saying that, he took one of the wings from the bag filed with lump ice and started to spin it, examining and murmuring to himself:
-eminentia ulnaris anterior... eminentia ulnaris anter... Where the hell is this thing.
Doctor Pills poked him an atlas, not saying a word. Thunderwing took it, without tearing himself away from looking at the wing's flexion, opened it blindly and threw a few quick looks in it.
-Oh, what am I doing! It's the wing, not her leg! Now, let's see... Sulcus ligamentis flexoris alae brevis...
-You remeber all of the academy Latin? -Rubber Pill asked in bewilderment.
-I have to. -Thunderwing shroge his shoulders, looking at the wing and touching it lightly with his extremely sensitive hoofbase. -besides, you remeber things you have to use really often, and every conflict around the border ends up in tons of ponie's limbs torn away, so I just have to remeber the formations, that serve me as landmarks when I sew it all back to the patient. All right, that's the right wing! But I need the other one first.
The left wing should have been damaged less badly, and thus could be reattached in a lot easier way, then the opposite one. Rubber Pill wathced his friend take the wing and start cleaning the section, parting the vessels and two thick nerves - one responsible for sense of touch and joint position sense, and other, a bit thinner, for thin and narrow feather-bone muscles.
To clean the ruptures of each nerve, Thunderwing used a disposable shaving razor. As soon, as he prepared everything to reconnection, he called Rubber Pill to help, and together they appeared to need only half an hour to properly connect every thng, from bone, nailed with a sterile titanium spoke and a plate and a pair of surgical screws, to the last tiny arterial branchy, including all muscles, tendons, skin and membranes. The joint, fortunately, appeared to be 100% intact, not even swollen of contusion.
The right wing was much more into magic. Thunderwing found a sensitive branch of the nerve and swore through clenched teeth.
-That's exactly what I hate the most. Look, the nerve has been shoved under the muscle shred. Now, no matter how much I try, I'll have to take out this shred, and sew the rest with the other rupture, creating a tension in the muscle. And we can't wait till the muscle regenerates itself, for he muscle in the wing is not supplied with blood on distant levels and will simply die, lving her without a functional wings and us-with a necrosis we'l have to handle.
-And what's stopping us from tearing off this shred, moving the nerve aside and that sewing it back where it was? It will, of course, give us an additional stich, but that, with precaution from paunch growing into a ligament, is better, than a muscle more short than needed.
-I wish we coul do that, Rubber, but look - as soon, as I slash the shred, I'll unavodably damage a flexion the nerve forms down there, thus loosing almost a centimeter of it. A nerve more short than needed, unlike too short muscle, is critical. Muscle can, at least, be slowly and carefully stretched - means lots of exersise for the patient, but nothing impossible, and the unconnected nerve will lead us to a stationary wing as good, as absent.
-Sooo... And what are we going to do?
-You'll see. -Thunderwing smiled sinisterly. -But before I show you, I need some gall.
For half an hour, doctor Pill have been amazedly watching a dissolution of a shred of a muscle with patient's own gall, extracted from gall-bladder by a syringe, and then-the cleaning of a nerve from gall by solution of stomach acid, washing it with isotonical solution and reconnection of a damaged nervous branch with a tendon-based microcell organical net (they needed Rubber Pill's unicorn powers to make the net, and Thunderbird only needed 5 minutes to thoroughly describe, what exactly he wants this net to be).
In the end, both wings were in place - bone nailed and plated, nerves set up on a frame made from the organical net, vessels, muscles, memranes and edges of the hide sewn together. The last thing to do was to put both wings in a plaster casts to avoid further damage before the bones knit.
Doctor Rubber Pills straightened his tired achy neck, crunched with his spine, made sure that all installed drainages are working correctly and reached out Thunderwing's hoof.
-Man, you can't imagine how glad I am you came here to save this little filly. I'd never have neither courage, nor the skill to reattach her wings as smoothly and anatomically, as you did.
-We'll see, how anatomical it is, whe she wakes up and tells she can fear us pulling her feathers or squeezing the wing's tip -answered Thunderwing gloomly, clopping upon a friend's hoof. Are you done with drainages?
-Absolutely. Want some tea?
-Want some dinner. They pulled me out right before lunchtime, and my lunch remained on the post. And now I'm hungry like a dragon.
-Hey. -Rubber Pill smiled -welcome to Manehattan! Want a pizza? A sushi? An order from a restaraunt across the street? Here it's absolutely not the problem, and I've got enough money to feed my friend, who just save a pony's life and wings of a pegasus, with whatever he likes. So, what do you want?
-I'd like some beer, but I guess that's not the last adventure for today, so I'd better stay sober. A pizza, you say? And what's a sushi? May I have both to compare?
-Ab-so-lute-ly, anything you'd like. - Rubber Pills grabbed his friend and pulled him out of the operation room. In the doors, he turned back to make the last check on the patient. The blue pony was lying motionless, wired with tubes, conductors and covered up in bandages. The look on her once cunning face was mournful.
-Don't worry, pony -he whispered -doctors Pill and Thunderwing will do anything, just to see you stand up, and fly, and smile ever again. And now, have some rest, there's still a little bit of work ahead of you.
Silently, he went out, closing the door and leaving the blue pony alone with the mechanisms maintaining her breath and monitoring her vitals.
***
“Looks like I got my I on you, Dash.”
With a moist, gooey sound, the new door flapped opened.
Which made a meaningful complement for another door - the one leading to the bakery, which suddenly went thrust open with an deafening BLAM and a flash of dazzling white light. Pinkie Pie flinched of surprise, driving the scalpel deep into Dashe's chest, and turned around, trying to figure out, what was going on there. The room started to fill up with an acrid pale-green and yellow smoke.
It hasn't been more than a second, before a sound of dozen of clopping hooves came from the stairway and someone's voice, amplified with a loudspeaker, roared:
-GET DOWN ON THE FLOOR AND PUT YOUR HOOVES ABOVE YOUR HEAD! DO IT, PONY, OR I'LL SHOOT ON SIGHT!
Pinkie hopped off the table, droped her scalpel and grabbed a fearsome machete, ready to protect herself. But in a blink of an eye another two BLAMs, accompanied with dazling flashes, threw her down on the floor, deafened, blinded and totally confused. As soon, as she fell down, six strangely looking ponies - all unicorns with their faces hidden, and cutiemarks covered with dense black fabric patches, which were being held with hip belts, stormed into the room, surrounding Pinkie and pointing some strange metal tools, levitating by their right shoulders, at her.
Rainbow Dash tried to make a sound, somwhow attract their attention, but the world started spinnig and she dropped her head on the frame, fighting hard not to loose conciousness, for she was afraid, that the unicrons will take Pinkie and go back where they came from, leaving her to slowly die of severe pain and bleeding.
Meanwhile the unicorns tied Pinkie up with some sort of rope and made her stand. From the look on Pinkie's face, Dash realised that the party pony behaves like she's just woke up and can't figure out, where is she, and what's going on.
One of the unicons, the one with a sun symbol on his cutiepatch, pulled down his strange iron gadget and stepped closer to tied up Pinkie.
-Pinkie Pie! By the authority of Princess Celestia, I put you under arrest for being suspected in kidnapping, torture and ruthless murder. You have the right to keep silence, yet this will not change anything. Tomorrow Princess Celestia shall decide upon your faith. Take her away!
Two other unicrons put their tools behind their backs, slipped theie hooves through Pinkie's and lead her to the stairway. The unicorn that spoke to Pinky, looked around, and, at last, noticed Dash tied up to the frame, hacked in multiple sides and almost unconsious of pain, shock and bleeding.
The former unicorns severity vanished without a trace - he hopped up to the frame, grabbing Dash's neck for a pulse, at the same time speaking frequently - must be to his companions still in the room.
-Hostage down, pulse 50, wounded badly and bleeding, ned trailors and medic NOW! Over...
None of the other unicrons move, but instead of it, Dash heard a weak sound of someone's talking from under unicorn's thick and, probably, heavy olive vest:
-Copy that, entry team, medic is on its way, trailors incoming. Get the hostage ready for evaq, over...
-Roger that, talk -the unicorn said into air, wawing his hoove to his mates and looking around, searching for something. When the other three came by, he's been already cutting the belts, holding Dash, with Pinkies hacksaw.
Dash felt, that noone ties her to the frame anymore, but along with that, she felt that someone touched the stub her left wing used to be just a minute ago, and the pain has finally knocked her out, leaving the rest to the strange face-and-cutiemark-hiding unicorns. The last thing she saw was a couple of earth-ponies in just the same face masks and cutie-patches, carrying a stretcher, and the world has faded away right after that.
***
Captain Rainbow Dagger had a long and honorable story behind. Five years in Everfree Forest Rangerhoof, ten years on Griffon-Equestrian border. Dragons, hungry forest creatures, wild and reckless griffon teens, merciless human poachers - he's seen and fought them all, protecting his dear and peasful motherland from the danger of the outer lands, which Princess Celestia herself couldn't fully drive away wuth her goddess unicorn magic. "To protect and to serve" - that's what was tatooed around his cutiemark, proudly depicting a sword of shiny silvery steel, crossed with a rainbow, formed to resemble a dagger. 20 years of blameless service, including the last five years as an inner affair sheriff, made him think that nothing violent and ruthless may let any fear in his proud and invincibly brave heart.
But what he was observing during this mission, made him feel totally distorted. A terrible, unprecendented act of torture, and far from being the only one in this cellar, in HIS quiet and peace-shining town of Ponyville! And not on a griffon, or a dragon, or any other fearsome and ugly blood-seeking foreign beast - but on a beatiful rainbow-maned blue pegasus pony! Captain felt that muffled anger has started rising up his throat. Not only the suspect has obviously made some deep cuts in her victim's hide, she did the worst - on a table, standing close by the frame, his operators found a pair of sky-blue fluffy pegasus wings, freshly cut off and stained with, no doubt, victim pegasus's blood. Rainbow Dagger has seen enough wounds in his life to make it clear - no matter, how hardly will the surgeon try to sew the wings back to place, there's no way that pegasus girl could ever normally fly again. To harm the wings of a pegasus! You'd better kill yoursel as soon as you feel you're ready to do such a thing! You may be ready to punch a pegasus, kick a pegasus, shoot a pegasus, at last - but to touch a living pegasus's wings, you have to be absolutely insane disguisting madman.
Captain felt unbearable compassion for the wounded pony. If only they've been sent here twenty minutes earlier! Rinbow Dagger wasn't a bit sentimental, on the contrary, he saw and did enough horrible things to feel calm for blood, fighting and violence. But he always clearly saw a border between war and crime, and the longer he lived and the older he became, themore clearly he understood - what could be done to a foe, may never be applied to a civilian. Besides, his daughter was just around the age of the pegasus pony being held hostage and tortured by the pink monster. A horrible thought, that his girl could get in a situation like that, filled captain Dagger with horror and wrath.
For a moment Rainbow Dagger felt sorry, that he and his crew were too professional to let the suspect of that kind render any meaningful or dnagerous resistance. Creatures like that should be shot on sight, without judjement or investigation, no matter how pinkie and cute they may look from aside. Then the rage slowly passed, leaving place for reasonable comprehension. Years of military service have taught Rainbow Dagger, that ponies are the most loyal, brave and honorable creatures one can possibly meet in the world. So there's no way a pony could normally come to such unbearable condition. Which means - the true criminal, responsible for what was happening in the cellar for an unascertained time, has just lost the first battle, but far from loosing the entire war. That should be determined by tomorrow - Celestia will either execute the pinky butcher, or set her up for some weird magic mental healing. If the pink pony survives Celestia's court and trial, the Captain's work will continue - and go on as long, as neccecary to find the torturer of the blue pegasus pony and bring him to justice - by Celestia's means, or, better, with his own 9X19 human MP5 sub-mashine gun.
***
Doctor Rubber Pill rushed through the hospital corridor, murmuring haste exuses to those he joged along the way, carrying a pegasus topographical anatomy manual in his mouth and having his sthetoscope and blinker levitate above his head. A call from Canterlot found him napping after a long and pretty busy 24-hour shift, so at first he didn't recognize nor the voice of the person calling, neither the demand she claimed politely, but firmly. It was two minutes before he finally woke up enough to realize that the pony, patiently waiting for him to come back to himself, is no one else than the ruler and goddess of everypony in his land - princess Celestia. As soon, as he came to the deal she portrayed, all he's been left to do is grab his coat, his equips and a pegasus throughout anatomy guide, and hurry to the operating room, not thinking about the fact he was officially on a day-off and there was a surgeon on duty, ready to make urgent emergency operations. The young filly was too unexperienced and awkward to operate a pegasus with her wings cut clean off. Honestly, doctor Pill didn't have any idea how HE would glue those wings back where the used to be, without condemning the pegasus to an acute and untreatable pain syndrome - WITHOU letting her fly again the way she flown before the incident, which lead to the trauma. If it wasn't for the princess, he would treat the stumps and let them be as they are now, denying the wounded pegasus an ability to fly, but instead providing her with a painless and thus a longer and happy life, on the ground or walking the white clouds in Cloudsdale.
Doctor Rubber Pill once had a friend of him, a pegasus, who wanted to become a trauma surgeon and, despite of having no horn and thus no medical or telekinetic magic powers, came to a noticeable success in the field. Yet, he had to leave the practice soon after he graduated from the academy - to become a stormy weather "Night Shift" patrol operator somwhere on the Griffon-Equestrian border. Doctor Pill heard stories of him saving ponie's lifes, performing dangerous, sometimes prohbited, but yet sometimes very effective operations. If he was around, he surely would take this complex and unwanted pegasus case. Alas, the black-maned, charcoal hide pegasus was far, far away, in at least 4 hours of subsonic flight from Ponyville, somwhere far from civlization with its telephones and radio trancievers - generically out of reach in time short enough to make it here and save the little flyer pony. Doctor Pill stired up his mane and hastened his steps - the operation was to begin in no more than 5 minutes to be a little bit successful, and he still had to take a shower and get in his operational surgery suite. Thanks Celestia he's not a pegasus, like the long-lost friend of him, and doesn't have to sterilize his mouth cavity!
The corridor made one last right angle turn, and doctor Rubber run into a group of unicorn ponies, dressed in some weird green wests, with some sphisticated metal and plastic tools haging from their backs and firmly mounted saddle bags. Their heads were covered with woolen cloth eye- and mouth-holed masks, of every of them but two - elderly stern-faced pony with a sun symbol on his uniform and...
Doctor Rubber felt like a mountain has fallen down from his back.
-Thunderwing! I thought you're in your border cliffs! You can't imagine, how I'm glad to...
-I can, Rubber Pill. -old friend smiled at him. -We suspected, that such a situation may be a possibility in this mission, so captain took me along with his crew. Captain, this is my friend and finest surgeon ever, Rubber Pills. Rubber, this is captain Rainbow Dagger, the pony between Equestria and all the evil of the borderlands and any other lands behind our borders. He's the one responsible for rescuing your -or our? -patient from a maniac butcher pony.
A surgeon and a captain exchanged a short nod of mutual respect and went each to his work.
-Thunder, this is OUR patient - more than that, it's almost completely YOUR patient, for the main difficulty is that thepatient's wings has been cut clean off.
-Dramatic, as you always were - Thunderwing let himself an irreevant giggle. -Nothing even close to "clean off", there're two fine half-inch leftovers, with neurovascular pipe preserved at both sides, though nerves in her right wing root are damaged, and require something bigger than a razor and a scalpel. I think, wel'' be able to figure out, what exactly, in action. Are you ready?
Doctor Rubber Pill took a deep breath - as expected, it's going to be one wierd, mindless piece of field surgery, with nerves parted from muscles with a razor, dental floss as a tool to clearly disjoin bound vessels and something like rubber glue as intestinal stich material - but, surprisingly, he wasn't shaking from tensin anymore. The bue pegasus girl has just earned one jackpot chance to have her wings back on line.
***
By evening Ponyville finally turned into a likeness of a ruffled anthill. It began at 15.00, after mealtime, when the royal guard fell from the sky right to the town square, quickly and silently dispersing the citizens to their - or anyone's homes, shops and restaraunts, cleaning the streets and setting up blockposts on every crossing, watching vigilantly that noone could get outdoors without permission. Approximately at that time, the sky began to fill up with grey rainy clouds, which soon turned a sunny da into a moist and dank mid-day twilight. In an hour, a wierd group of all-cloth-covered, face-and-cutiemark-is-a-huge-secret ponies rushed through the town to the square, disappearing one by one inside the Baker's bakery shop. They stayed there for a mere 20 minutes, then rushing with the same hurry back where they must have come from, carrying something wrapped up in a bedsheet and, possibly, bucking for freedom - to no effect, unsurprisingly, judging of the face-hidden ponie's quantity and sternness.
Just in two minutes, a chariot, harnessed with two large and mighty royal guards, landed by the Baker's shop, and another group of face-hidden ponies rushed to it from the inside, carrying a stretcher with some pony, bandaged thoroughly, so that was no chance to recognize, who was it, which was quickly loaded in the chariot, and immideately after that the chariot took off and rushed with a speed unbelievable for cumbersome royal guards, west, towards Manehattan. Thet was when it began to drizzle.
In a few hours the rumor spread throughouht darkening and wet-to-the-bone Ponyville - the one carried out in a stretcher was Rainbow Dash, and another, wrapped up in a bedsheet, was Baker's assistant baker, the absent-minded and cheerful Pinkie Pie.
The guards, of course, remained silent, despite unstopping questions, which began to pour down on them from ponyvillians, so soon the town had a number of versons of what actually happened in the Baker's shop.
Twilight Sparkle, howewer, didn't take her part in the discussion, neither did the rest of her closest friends still present in the town. Sitting at the library's hall, they've been reading a note from pricess Celestia for the thousand'th time, still refusing to understand completely, what really happened to Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash.
-Tell me this one more time, for I just don't get it. -Twilight Sparkle pushed the letter aside and stood with her hooves on the table, observing the sheet from their distance. Pinkie Pie for an unknown reason TORTURED Rainbow Dash and numerous other ponies to death or near-death in her cellar?
Twilight Sparkle was just embarrased. Whoever, whatever, but NOT Pinkie Pie TORTURING anyone on purpose, ESPECIALLY with sharp medical instrments. That didn't make any sence at all!
-Girls, I dunno whas goin on 'ere, but i'm sure when I find the bastard who crossed up Pinkie an I swear I'll make his teeth make all the way down his filthy ol' throat! -Applejack, too, couldn't believe Pinkie Pie was some sort of ruthless maniac killer, yet she was already here to kick someone for the thing done to her friends.
-This is so awful I can't totally believe such a thng happened. -Fluttershy, on th other hand, still had a hope, that the princess's letter and the guards on the street is something else, and later it all will have a reasonable explanation to this mess.
-But darling, if that's not it - then where are they now, and why are they not here, their phonies not answering and Rainbow's windows dark and shut close?
Twilight looked up at the sky through the window of the ceiling hatch. Rainbow's cloud castle could be clearly seen from this point - dark, most likely closed and almost certainly - silent and absolutely empty. Wherever Dash was, she surely wasn't sitting at home - particularly because Equestria's Best Flyer won't be delayed by any blockposts and sky patrols Royal Guards had to offer. If Dash was around, she's surely come to the library as soon, as the mess in the town started.
Yet she did not. Princess's letter, whatever it meant, was a trouble for only four ponies to handle.
-Ok, let's make it as clear, as it could be. -Twlight said, hopping her hooves back to the floor. -I'll write Princess Celestia, and she'll tell us what EXACTLY is going on. Spike?
-Ready when you are - Spike drew a quill and stood in his tracks, much more serious than always, even when writing letters to the Princess, his mouth shut, no tongue over his lips, his eyes fixed on the scroll.
-"Dear Princess Celestia! I've recieved a letter, claimed to be sent by you, which says that my friend, Pinkie Pie, has slayed my other friend, Rainbow Dash, in her bakery' cellar. Though I can't believe such a thing did really happen, we've got a full town of royal guards patrolling the streets and a martial law, so I thought you should be informed of the strange letter immideately. Your faithful student, Twilight sparkle." Send it.
Spike took a deep breath and blown flame on the scroll, which turned into a green-purple cloud of smoke and flown outside through an ajar window.
-Why didn't you ask her, what's going on? -Rarity asked with irritation.
-That's not smart to ask the person in charge any questions when something big's going on. -answered Twilight, approaching the window and looking up in the grey, almost stormy sky.
Spike hiccuped and spew out a letter.
-Read it! -the four ponies in one hop approached him, struggling not to pull out the scrol from his claws - any, at the same time, shaking of fear to know what princess Celestia is saying.
-Ahem. -Spike cleaned his throat. -"My faithful student and all of your friends! Unfortunately, the letter you received from me was a honest truth. Happily, your friend Rainbow Dash is alive, and Pinkie Pie has been captured by my finest guard's ponies with no harm done to her - at least, she's not worse then she was when doing what she has possible done.
I ask you and some of your friends come to Manehattan's central hospital, when Rainbow Dash is now, receiving treatment from wounds she obtained. Don't worry, I have two best surgeons in Equestria operate on her, yet there may be something you'd be neccecary for. I ask you not to think of the reasons of what happened anymore, for time for this is not now, but yet to come, when Rainbow Dash is out of any actual danger. I'm sending a chariot, that will arrive and make it to Manehattan with you in no time.
Please, hold on. I promise, whatever is the reason, I will find out and do what I can to save everypony under my responsibility.
And be on your guard. Whatever's happening, it may not be over by now."
-Wha' in all of Equestria that gotta mean? -Applejack stared at the scroll with misunderstanding and total confusion. -They've Pinkie siezed and Dash in a hospital? And Celestia's tellin' us nothin' of wha' the crap's goin on over 'ere?
-Whatever it is, she says we should forget the reason and think of how we may help Rainbow Dash, so I think we shall calm down and... Yes, there it is.
A noise of a landing carriage and a loud cnock at the door informed them, that the chariot has arrived and waiting outside. Twilight blew up the candle on a table and turned to Spike.
-Spike, we're going to the hospital to see how Dash is. You stay here in case...
-Twilight, I want to go with you. Dash is wounded, I don't want to sit here whle she's there, waiting for her friends to come and cheer her up.
On the words "cheer her up" Twilight's face twitched.
-Don't worry, Spike. She'll be fine, I'm sure of it.
-You didn't see her. -the serious look on a dragon's face was making Twilight even more uncomfortable, yet she thought there was no way there could be any more. -How can you tell, what will be. Besides, what if Celestia writes a letter? I won't be able to tell you, if you'll be in Manehattan and I'm here, in Ponyville.
-Ok. -Twiligh surrendered, for it was no time, and no actual reason, and no wish to continue wrangling with clearly very worried and scared Spike. -But promise you'll do anything I say, good?
-Ok. But you're afraid I see something scary, it's not the thing you should think about.
-I think of what I think I should. -Twilight snapped out. -If you're with us, turn off the light and get to the chariot.
The ponies, followed by a baby dragon, turning the swithces as they moved through the library, went outside, under the sparce nasty minute rain and quickly hopped into a covered chariot, which rushed from steady, gaining altitude, and quickly disappeared in darkening foggy grey evening sky.
***
While Thunderwing brushed his teeth, Doctor Pills made it to the operation table, when their patient was already treatened with iodine, her wounds cleaned and prepared for surgical fix-up by the young surgeon on-duty, who left the operation room right before Rubber Pills and Thunderwing went in, wishing them good uck and looking at them with a mix of pity and respect - from his point, the blue pony was a 100% goner, still not gone only thanks to resuscitation devices constantly blowing through her lungs and keeping her heart beating. The elder colleagues, he thought, were like ancient heroes, ready to fight death inavoidable - and sure to succeed, so calm and concentrated they were, entering the dressing room of the operation block.
The pony's chest was intact at the front, but at the sides it was a mess of torn hide, slashed muscles and wing bones sticking up from two red messy laserations.
The abdomen looked much worse. Doctor Pills could swear her peritoneum is swarming with patogenous outer atmosphere bacteria, making ground for the most threatening complication. If the intestines were also damaged, this complication - peritonitis - will become an almost 100% possibility, that the patient will suffer greatly and very likely die, despite of all the energies put by three doctors to save her.
But a quick revision displayed, that the intestines, the stomach and the gall-bladder vere intact, fortunately, as, mostlikely. vere the kidneys. The liver and the spleen, however, were a painful site - a piece of liver almost cut off, hanging on a narrow stripe of tendon, the spleen cut into two, both bleeding despite of the blood-stopping sponge. The bloodlost from the spleen was more intense, so doctor Pills started with its ablation, planning to move on to sewing the liver back together.
Tying up vessels, cutting ligaments and sewing together the slashed structures, he got so carried away by the work, he didn't notice his friend and colleague wathcing him closely. At last, the final stitch was finished and Rubber Pills drew himself up with a moan, his neck aching of more than 24-hours persistent annoying tension. Thunderwing smiled at him with understanding.
-If there's nothing acute in the abdomen, I'd like to take care of these wings, before it's too late to reattach them and make them work as good, as normal. It will take a few hours, you may go have some rest until I'm done with it. Or, you know what? If there's nothing else but the wings and peritoneal drainage, I could do everything myself, and you go to the lounge and take a nap? I'll wake you up when some authorities come to check the treatment progress. So, what do you say?
-Thanks, Thunder -Rubber Pills smiled back tiredly -but if you have no objections, I'd ike to stay and take a look at how you're going to fix it - her wings, especially innervation. I still can't figure out, how can an operation like this be possible.
-No problem, Rub. -Thunderwing smiled more wide and insolently. -Watch and learn - this is how we do it on the Griffon-Equestrian Restless Border.
Saying that, he took one of the wings from the bag filed with lump ice and started to spin it, examining and murmuring to himself:
-eminentia ulnaris anterior... eminentia ulnaris anter... Where the hell is this thing.
Doctor Pills poked him an atlas, not saying a word. Thunderwing took it, without tearing himself away from looking at the wing's flexion, opened it blindly and threw a few quick looks in it.
-Oh, what am I doing! It's the wing, not her leg! Now, let's see... Sulcus ligamentis flexoris alae brevis...
-You remeber all of the academy Latin? -Rubber Pill asked in bewilderment.
-I have to. -Thunderwing shroge his shoulders, looking at the wing and touching it lightly with his extremely sensitive hoofbase. -besides, you remeber things you have to use really often, and every conflict around the border ends up in tons of ponie's limbs torn away, so I just have to remeber the formations, that serve me as landmarks when I sew it all back to the patient. All right, that's the right wing! But I need the other one first.
The left wing should have been damaged less badly, and thus could be reattached in a lot easier way, then the opposite one. Rubber Pill wathced his friend take the wing and start cleaning the section, parting the vessels and two thick nerves - one responsible for sense of touch and joint position sense, and other, a bit thinner, for thin and narrow feather-bone muscles.
To clean the ruptures of each nerve, Thunderwing used a disposable shaving razor. As soon, as he prepared everything to reconnection, he called Rubber Pill to help, and together they appeared to need only half an hour to properly connect every thng, from bone, nailed with a sterile titanium spoke and a plate and a pair of surgical screws, to the last tiny arterial branchy, including all muscles, tendons, skin and membranes. The joint, fortunately, appeared to be 100% intact, not even swollen of contusion.
The right wing was much more into magic. Thunderwing found a sensitive branch of the nerve and swore through clenched teeth.
-That's exactly what I hate the most. Look, the nerve has been shoved under the muscle shred. Now, no matter how much I try, I'll have to take out this shred, and sew the rest with the other rupture, creating a tension in the muscle. And we can't wait till the muscle regenerates itself, for he muscle in the wing is not supplied with blood on distant levels and will simply die, lving her without a functional wings and us-with a necrosis we'l have to handle.
-And what's stopping us from tearing off this shred, moving the nerve aside and that sewing it back where it was? It will, of course, give us an additional stich, but that, with precaution from paunch growing into a ligament, is better, than a muscle more short than needed.
-I wish we coul do that, Rubber, but look - as soon, as I slash the shred, I'll unavodably damage a flexion the nerve forms down there, thus loosing almost a centimeter of it. A nerve more short than needed, unlike too short muscle, is critical. Muscle can, at least, be slowly and carefully stretched - means lots of exersise for the patient, but nothing impossible, and the unconnected nerve will lead us to a stationary wing as good, as absent.
-Sooo... And what are we going to do?
-You'll see. -Thunderwing smiled sinisterly. -But before I show you, I need some gall.
For half an hour, doctor Pill have been amazedly watching a dissolution of a shred of a muscle with patient's own gall, extracted from gall-bladder by a syringe, and then-the cleaning of a nerve from gall by solution of stomach acid, washing it with isotonical solution and reconnection of a damaged nervous branch with a tendon-based microcell organical net (they needed Rubber Pill's unicorn powers to make the net, and Thunderbird only needed 5 minutes to thoroughly describe, what exactly he wants this net to be).
In the end, both wings were in place - bone nailed and plated, nerves set up on a frame made from the organical net, vessels, muscles, memranes and edges of the hide sewn together. The last thing to do was to put both wings in a plaster casts to avoid further damage before the bones knit.
Doctor Rubber Pills straightened his tired achy neck, crunched with his spine, made sure that all installed drainages are working correctly and reached out Thunderwing's hoof.
-Man, you can't imagine how glad I am you came here to save this little filly. I'd never have neither courage, nor the skill to reattach her wings as smoothly and anatomically, as you did.
-We'll see, how anatomical it is, whe she wakes up and tells she can fear us pulling her feathers or squeezing the wing's tip -answered Thunderwing gloomly, clopping upon a friend's hoof. Are you done with drainages?
-Absolutely. Want some tea?
-Want some dinner. They pulled me out right before lunchtime, and my lunch remained on the post. And now I'm hungry like a dragon.
-Hey. -Rubber Pill smiled -welcome to Manehattan! Want a pizza? A sushi? An order from a restaraunt across the street? Here it's absolutely not the problem, and I've got enough money to feed my friend, who just save a pony's life and wings of a pegasus, with whatever he likes. So, what do you want?
-I'd like some beer, but I guess that's not the last adventure for today, so I'd better stay sober. A pizza, you say? And what's a sushi? May I have both to compare?
-Ab-so-lute-ly, anything you'd like. - Rubber Pills grabbed his friend and pulled him out of the operation room. In the doors, he turned back to make the last check on the patient. The blue pony was lying motionless, wired with tubes, conductors and covered up in bandages. The look on her once cunning face was mournful.
-Don't worry, pony -he whispered -doctors Pill and Thunderwing will do anything, just to see you stand up, and fly, and smile ever again. And now, have some rest, there's still a little bit of work ahead of you.
Silently, he went out, closing the door and leaving the blue pony alone with the mechanisms maintaining her breath and monitoring her vitals.
***
Безумные умения такие безумные
Я верю, что правильно всё таки Cupcakes, а не Cupkakes. Поправьте название темы, пожалуйста.
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Минуты шли, и наркотик подействовал. Дэш ничего не чуствовала ниже груди. Заметив это, Пинки приблизилась со воим скальпелем. Улыбнувшись Дэш, она сдеала длинный разрез через ее таз, над промежностью. Перевинувшись выше, она сделала такой же разрез под ребрами Дэш. ФИнальный разрез вдоль живота воединил предыдущие два..
"Похоже я запала на тебя, Дэши!"
С влажным, липким звуок мживая дверь распахнулась. _
В ту же секунду то же сделала еще одна дверь - та, что вела наверх, в пекарню. Она ударилась об косяк, и тут же раздался оглушительный "БУМ" и полыхнул слепящий белый свет. От неожиданности Пинки вздрогнула, вогнав скальпель глубоко в грудь Дэш, и обернулась, пытаясь понять, что происходит. По комнате медленно плыл желто-зеленый екий дым.
Не прошло и секунды, как по лестнице загрохотало не меньше дюжины копыт и чей-то голос, усиленный громкоговоритлем, проревел:
-ЛЕЧЬ НА ПОЛ, ПОДНЯТЬ КОПЫТА НАД ГОЛОВОЙ! БЫСТРО, ПОНИ, ПРИСТРЕЛЮ НА МЕСТЕ!
Пинки спрыгнула со стола, бросила скальпель и похватила внушительный мачете, готовясь защищать себя. Но через мгновение еще два "БУМа" и две слепящих вспышки отбросили ее на пол -оглушенную, ослепленную и ничего не понимающую. Не успела она упасть, как шесть странного вида пони -все единороги, с лицами, скрытыми масками, с кьютимарками под повязками из плотной ткани, притянутыми к бедру ремешками, ворвались в комнату, окружая пинки и направляя на нее какие-то странные железные устройства, левитирующие у правого плеча каждого из них.
Рейнбоу Дэш попыталсь издать какой-нибудь звук, как-то привлечь их внимание, но мир завертелся в ее глазах, и она уронила голову на дыбу, отчаянно пытась удержать на плаву сознание - она боялась, что единороги заберут Пинки и уберутся, откуда пришли, бросив ее на медленную смерть от боли и потери крови.
В это время единороги связали Пинки какой-то странной веревкой и подняли на копыта. По выражению на ее лице Рейнбоу Дэш поняла, что Пинки ведет себя так, будто только что проснулась и не понимает, ни где она находится, ни что с ней происходит.
Один из единоргов, с солнечным гербом на повязке на бедре, опустил свой странный железный инструмент и сделал шаг к связанной Пинки.
-Пинки Пай! Властью принцессы Селестии, ты арестована по подозрению в похищениях, пытках и безжалостных убийствах. У тебя есть право хранить молчание, но оно мало тебе поможет. Завтра принцесса Селестия решит твою судьбу. Увести ее!
Два других единорога закинули свои устройства себе за спину, взяли Пинки под копыта и повели к лестнице. Единорог, говоривший с Пинки, обернулся и, наконец, увидел Дэш, растянутую на дыбе, жестоко порезанную с разных сторон и почти отключившуюся от боли, шока и кровопотери.
От строгости единорога не осталось и следа - он подскочил к дыбе, кидая копыто на ше Дэш в поисках пульса, и одновременно быстро заговорив - видимо, для тех из его компаньонов, кто остался внизу.
-Ранен заложник, пульс 50, раны серьезные и есть кровотечения, нужен врач и спасатели БЫСТРО! Прием...
Ни один из единорогов не пошевелился, а вместо этого раздался приглушенный голос - как будто из-под толстого и тяжелого на вид зеленого жилета, надетого на единороге:
-Поняли вас, штурмгруппа, врач и спасатели в пути. Подготовьте залодника к эвакуации, прием...
-Принял, штаб. -Единорог произнес это, ни к кому не обращаясь, и помахал копытом своим спутникам, оглядываясь в поисках чего-то. Когда оставшиеся трое подошли к нему, он уже пилил ремни за спиной Дэш ножовкой Пинки.
Дэш почуствовала, что ничто больше не прижимает ее к дыбе, но тут же напоролась на что-то обрубком, который еще минту назад был ее левым крылом, и боль, наконец, отправила ее в беспамятство, о\предоставляя дейтсвовать этим непонятным, сркывающим лица и кьютимарки, единорогам. Последним, что увидела пинки, была пара земных пони в таких же масках на головах и повязках на бедре, несущих носилки, после чего мир вокруг нее исчез в темноте.
Минуты шли, и наркотик подействовал. Дэш ничего не чуствовала ниже груди. Заметив это, Пинки приблизилась со воим скальпелем. Улыбнувшись Дэш, она сдеала длинный разрез через ее таз, над промежностью. Перевинувшись выше, она сделала такой же разрез под ребрами Дэш. ФИнальный разрез вдоль живота воединил предыдущие два..
"Похоже я запала на тебя, Дэши!"
С влажным, липким звуок мживая дверь распахнулась. _
В ту же секунду то же сделала еще одна дверь - та, что вела наверх, в пекарню. Она ударилась об косяк, и тут же раздался оглушительный "БУМ" и полыхнул слепящий белый свет. От неожиданности Пинки вздрогнула, вогнав скальпель глубоко в грудь Дэш, и обернулась, пытаясь понять, что происходит. По комнате медленно плыл желто-зеленый екий дым.
Не прошло и секунды, как по лестнице загрохотало не меньше дюжины копыт и чей-то голос, усиленный громкоговоритлем, проревел:
-ЛЕЧЬ НА ПОЛ, ПОДНЯТЬ КОПЫТА НАД ГОЛОВОЙ! БЫСТРО, ПОНИ, ПРИСТРЕЛЮ НА МЕСТЕ!
Пинки спрыгнула со стола, бросила скальпель и похватила внушительный мачете, готовясь защищать себя. Но через мгновение еще два "БУМа" и две слепящих вспышки отбросили ее на пол -оглушенную, ослепленную и ничего не понимающую. Не успела она упасть, как шесть странного вида пони -все единороги, с лицами, скрытыми масками, с кьютимарками под повязками из плотной ткани, притянутыми к бедру ремешками, ворвались в комнату, окружая пинки и направляя на нее какие-то странные железные устройства, левитирующие у правого плеча каждого из них.
Рейнбоу Дэш попыталсь издать какой-нибудь звук, как-то привлечь их внимание, но мир завертелся в ее глазах, и она уронила голову на дыбу, отчаянно пытась удержать на плаву сознание - она боялась, что единороги заберут Пинки и уберутся, откуда пришли, бросив ее на медленную смерть от боли и потери крови.
В это время единороги связали Пинки какой-то странной веревкой и подняли на копыта. По выражению на ее лице Рейнбоу Дэш поняла, что Пинки ведет себя так, будто только что проснулась и не понимает, ни где она находится, ни что с ней происходит.
Один из единоргов, с солнечным гербом на повязке на бедре, опустил свой странный железный инструмент и сделал шаг к связанной Пинки.
-Пинки Пай! Властью принцессы Селестии, ты арестована по подозрению в похищениях, пытках и безжалостных убийствах. У тебя есть право хранить молчание, но оно мало тебе поможет. Завтра принцесса Селестия решит твою судьбу. Увести ее!
Два других единорога закинули свои устройства себе за спину, взяли Пинки под копыта и повели к лестнице. Единорог, говоривший с Пинки, обернулся и, наконец, увидел Дэш, растянутую на дыбе, жестоко порезанную с разных сторон и почти отключившуюся от боли, шока и кровопотери.
От строгости единорога не осталось и следа - он подскочил к дыбе, кидая копыто на ше Дэш в поисках пульса, и одновременно быстро заговорив - видимо, для тех из его компаньонов, кто остался внизу.
-Ранен заложник, пульс 50, раны серьезные и есть кровотечения, нужен врач и спасатели БЫСТРО! Прием...
Ни один из единорогов не пошевелился, а вместо этого раздался приглушенный голос - как будто из-под толстого и тяжелого на вид зеленого жилета, надетого на единороге:
-Поняли вас, штурмгруппа, врач и спасатели в пути. Подготовьте залодника к эвакуации, прием...
-Принял, штаб. -Единорог произнес это, ни к кому не обращаясь, и помахал копытом своим спутникам, оглядываясь в поисках чего-то. Когда оставшиеся трое подошли к нему, он уже пилил ремни за спиной Дэш ножовкой Пинки.
Дэш почуствовала, что ничто больше не прижимает ее к дыбе, но тут же напоролась на что-то обрубком, который еще минту назад был ее левым крылом, и боль, наконец, отправила ее в беспамятство, о\предоставляя дейтсвовать этим непонятным, сркывающим лица и кьютимарки, единорогам. Последним, что увидела пинки, была пара земных пони в таких же масках на головах и повязках на бедре, несущих носилки, после чего мир вокруг нее исчез в темноте.
Morbus писал(а):Я верю, что правильно всё таки Cupcakes, а не Cupkakes. Поправьте название темы, пожалуйста.
Сделано. Прошу прощения, не заметил.)
DouViction писал(а):Всё
Ты - герой, я уже боялся эта тема меня не отпустит (первый и последний раз пожалуй сдуру читаю то, что принять не готов), теперь как-то всё правильнее, что-ли.
Спасибо огромное)
Well done!
Хорошее окончание, и самое интересное, что несмотря на завершённость сюжетной линии возникает больше вопросов. После оригинала кроме отвращения ничего возникало.
Интересная находка, что в оригинале подробно расписывался процесс разборки Дэш (причём весьма не изобретательно, не эстетично и грубо), а у тебя весьма со вкусом процесс обратной сборки.
Вот только, Селестии ради, прекрати употреблять в тексте числительные!
Хорошее окончание, и самое интересное, что несмотря на завершённость сюжетной линии возникает больше вопросов. После оригинала кроме отвращения ничего возникало.
Интересная находка, что в оригинале подробно расписывался процесс разборки Дэш (причём весьма не изобретательно, не эстетично и грубо), а у тебя весьма со вкусом процесс обратной сборки.
Вот только, Селестии ради, прекрати употреблять в тексте числительные!
Хехехехехехе, спасибо брони, но вы в одном месте не правы - история НЕ закончена.) Прямо сейчас в переводе существующий кусок и в процессе генерации идей следующий блок на английском и сразу же на русском. Спасибо за вашу поддержку, теперь мне гораздо легче пишется.
А что с ними не так? Нет, если мешает-уберу (хотя с медицинскими описаниями и техникой без них будет сложнее), но любопытно - как будто это плохо?) Мне, вроде, никогда особо не мешали.
И да, брони, вас не раздражают автоматы у шерифа и его компании? Просто без них и без светошумовых гранат им было бы тяжело взять Пинки, не навредив ей , бедной свихнувшейся пони, не ведавшей, что и почему вытворяет. Я обещаю, дальше подобного будет меньше.
Prodius Stray писал(а):Вот только, Селестии ради, прекрати употреблять в тексте числительные!
А что с ними не так? Нет, если мешает-уберу (хотя с медицинскими описаниями и техникой без них будет сложнее), но любопытно - как будто это плохо?) Мне, вроде, никогда особо не мешали.
И да, брони, вас не раздражают автоматы у шерифа и его компании? Просто без них и без светошумовых гранат им было бы тяжело взять Пинки, не навредив ей , бедной свихнувшейся пони, не ведавшей, что и почему вытворяет. Я обещаю, дальше подобного будет меньше.
Капитан Рейнбоу Даггер прожил долгую и славную жизнь. Пять лет в Вечнодиких Рейнджерах, десять лет на Грифоно-Эквестрианской границе. Драконы, голодные лесные твари, дикие и неистовые грифоньи подростки, безжалостные люди-браконьеры - он видел их всех, и со всеми сразился, защищая свою мирную и прекрасную родину от опасностей внешних земель, которые принцесса Селестия не могла разогнать полностью своим божественным волшебством единорога. "Служить и защищать" было вытатуированно вокруг его гордого кьютимарка, на котром был изображен меч из серебристой сверкающей стали, перекрещенный с радугой, обернутой вокруг него так, чтобы походить формой на кинжал. 20 лет беспорочной службы, включая последние пять лет в качестве шерифа по внутренним делам, позволили ему думать, что нет ничего, сколь угодно жесткого или безжалостного, что могло бы смутить хоть малой толикой страха его отважное, несокрушимое в своей стальной гордости сердце.
Но то, что он увидел во время этой миссии, совершенно разбило его. Ужасная, невиданная им ранее жестокость, причем далеко не первая в этом подвале, в ЕГО тихом, наполненном ощущением мира и спокойствия Поивилле! И не над грифоном, или драконом, или другим страшным и отвратительным кровожадным чудищем из внешнего мира - над прекрасной, радужногривой голубой пони-пегасом! Капитан почуствовал, как его горло сдавливает глухой, туманящий разум гнев. Мало того, что преступница нанесла своей жертве несколько длинных и глубоких ран, она сделала худшее, что только можно было - на столе возле дыбы его оперативники нашли пару небесно-голубых пушистых крыльев, недавно отрубленных и заляпанных, вне всякого сомнения, кровью пегаса-жертвы. Рейнбоу Даггер видел за свою жизнь достаточно ран, чтобы понимать - как бы теперь хирург не старался пришить крылья на место, юная пони-пегас никогда больше не сможет летать нормально. Поранить крылья пегаса! Лучше убей себя, как только почуствуешь, что готов сделать подобное! Ты можешь быть готов ударить пегаса, пнуть пегаса, застрелить пегаса, наконец - но чтобы поранить живому пегасу крылья, нужно быть абсолютно отмороженным омерзительным психопатом.
Капитан чуствовал непереносимую жалость к раненой пони. Если бы только их вызвали на 20 минут раньше! Рейнбоу Даггер был совершенно чужд сентиментальности, он видел и делал в жизни достаточно ужасных вещей, чтобы не бояться крови, драки и насилия. Но он всегда ясно видел границу между войной и преступлением, и чем дольше он жил и чем старше становился, тем лучше понимал - что можно сделать с врагом, никогда нельзя применять к мирному населению. Кроме того, его собственная дочь была примерно одного возраста с пони-пегасом, которую держало в плену и мучало розовое чудовище. Ужасная мысль, что его девочка могла оказаться в похожей ситуации, наполняла капитана смятением и гневом.
На секунду Рейнбоу Даггер пожалел, что он и его команда были слишком опытны, чтобы позволить подозреваемой оказать хоть сколько-нибудь действенное или опасное сопротивление. Тварей вроде этой надо отсреливать на месте, без суда и следствия, какими бы милыми и розовыми они не выглядели. Потом гнев медленно отступил, оставив место разумному размышлению. Годы военной службы доказали Рейнбоу Даггеру, что пони - самые верные, храбрые и славные существа, какие только бывают на свете. И пони просто не могла сама дойти до такого невыносимого состояния. Что значит - настоящий преступник, отвественный за то, что просиходило в этом подвале Селестия знает сколько времени, только что проиграл первое сражение, но еще далеко не всю войну. Что-то должно было стаь яснее завтра, когда Селестия должна будет либо казнить розвого мясника, либо послать на какое-нибудь жуткое волшебное душевное лечение. Если розовая пони переживет суд и разбирательство правительницы, работа Капитана продолжится - и будет продолжаться столько, сколько нужно чтобы найти мучителя голубой пони-пегаса и привести к справедливому суду - путями Селестии, или, лучше, его собственным, сделанным под патроны 9х19 парабеллум, помеченным как знаменитый mp5 человеческим пистолетом-пулеметом.
Но то, что он увидел во время этой миссии, совершенно разбило его. Ужасная, невиданная им ранее жестокость, причем далеко не первая в этом подвале, в ЕГО тихом, наполненном ощущением мира и спокойствия Поивилле! И не над грифоном, или драконом, или другим страшным и отвратительным кровожадным чудищем из внешнего мира - над прекрасной, радужногривой голубой пони-пегасом! Капитан почуствовал, как его горло сдавливает глухой, туманящий разум гнев. Мало того, что преступница нанесла своей жертве несколько длинных и глубоких ран, она сделала худшее, что только можно было - на столе возле дыбы его оперативники нашли пару небесно-голубых пушистых крыльев, недавно отрубленных и заляпанных, вне всякого сомнения, кровью пегаса-жертвы. Рейнбоу Даггер видел за свою жизнь достаточно ран, чтобы понимать - как бы теперь хирург не старался пришить крылья на место, юная пони-пегас никогда больше не сможет летать нормально. Поранить крылья пегаса! Лучше убей себя, как только почуствуешь, что готов сделать подобное! Ты можешь быть готов ударить пегаса, пнуть пегаса, застрелить пегаса, наконец - но чтобы поранить живому пегасу крылья, нужно быть абсолютно отмороженным омерзительным психопатом.
Капитан чуствовал непереносимую жалость к раненой пони. Если бы только их вызвали на 20 минут раньше! Рейнбоу Даггер был совершенно чужд сентиментальности, он видел и делал в жизни достаточно ужасных вещей, чтобы не бояться крови, драки и насилия. Но он всегда ясно видел границу между войной и преступлением, и чем дольше он жил и чем старше становился, тем лучше понимал - что можно сделать с врагом, никогда нельзя применять к мирному населению. Кроме того, его собственная дочь была примерно одного возраста с пони-пегасом, которую держало в плену и мучало розовое чудовище. Ужасная мысль, что его девочка могла оказаться в похожей ситуации, наполняла капитана смятением и гневом.
На секунду Рейнбоу Даггер пожалел, что он и его команда были слишком опытны, чтобы позволить подозреваемой оказать хоть сколько-нибудь действенное или опасное сопротивление. Тварей вроде этой надо отсреливать на месте, без суда и следствия, какими бы милыми и розовыми они не выглядели. Потом гнев медленно отступил, оставив место разумному размышлению. Годы военной службы доказали Рейнбоу Даггеру, что пони - самые верные, храбрые и славные существа, какие только бывают на свете. И пони просто не могла сама дойти до такого невыносимого состояния. Что значит - настоящий преступник, отвественный за то, что просиходило в этом подвале Селестия знает сколько времени, только что проиграл первое сражение, но еще далеко не всю войну. Что-то должно было стаь яснее завтра, когда Селестия должна будет либо казнить розвого мясника, либо послать на какое-нибудь жуткое волшебное душевное лечение. Если розовая пони переживет суд и разбирательство правительницы, работа Капитана продолжится - и будет продолжаться столько, сколько нужно чтобы найти мучителя голубой пони-пегаса и привести к справедливому суду - путями Селестии, или, лучше, его собственным, сделанным под патроны 9х19 парабеллум, помеченным как знаменитый mp5 человеческим пистолетом-пулеметом.
Доктор Раббер Пилл мчался по коридору больницы, торопливо бормоча извинения тем, кого он нечаянно толкнул, держа во рту атлас топографической анатомии пегасов и заставляя стетоскоп и зеркало левитировать у себя над головой. Звонок из Кэнтерлота поднял его из дремы после длинной и насыщенной суточной смены, так что сначала он не распознал ни голоса собеседника, ни требования, высказанного вежливым, но не тепящим возражений тоном. Прошло две минуты, прежде чем он окончательно проснулся и понял, что пони, терпеливо дожидающаяся, пока он придет в себя - ни кто иная, чем правиетльница и богиня всех пони в стране -принцесса Селестия. Как толко он разобрался в сути описанной проблемы, все, что ему оставалось - схватить халат, инструменты и подробный атлас анатомии пони-пегасов и поспешить в операционную, не думая о том, что, вообще-то, у него выходной и дежурит другой хирург, готовый выполнять экстренные операции. Молодая доктор была еще не настолько опытна, и не настолько ловка, чтобы оперировать пегаса, которой начисто срезали оба крыла. Если честно, доктор Пилл сам плохо представлял, как ОН прилепит на место эти крылья, не обрекая пегаса на острый и неизлечимый болевой синдром БЕЗ возможности летать так же, как она летала до происшествия, приведшего к травме. Если бы не воля принцессы, он обработал бы культи и оставил все как есть, лишая раненую пони возможности летать, но вместо этого обеспечивая ей более длинную и счастилвую жизнь без постоянной боли на земле или в белых облаках Клаудсдейла.
У доктора Раббер Пилла был друг, пегас, который хотел стать хирургом-травматологом, и, несмотря на отсутсвие рога и, следовательно, любой исцеляющей или телекинетичской силы, достиг заметного успеха в поле. Тем не менее, ему пришлось оставить практику сразу после академии и стать оператором штормовой погоды в патруле "Ночная Смена" где-то на Гриффоно-Эквестрианской границе. Доктор Пилл сылшал истории о том, как он спасал жизни пони, выполняя опасные, иногда запрещенные, но в то же время иногда очень удачные операции. Если бы он был рядом, то без сомнения взялся бы за это сложное и непривлекательное дело. К сожалению, черногривый и серошкурый пегас был далеко, как минмум в 4 часах лета на субзвуковой скорости от Понивилля, где-то вдали от цивилизации с ее телефонами и радиопередатчиками - в общем, за предами досягаемости, которая позволила бы ему вовремя добраться сюда и спасти маленькую пони-летуна. Доктор Пилл встряхнул гривой и прибавил шагу - операция должна была начаться не позднее, чем через 5 минут, чтобы достигнуть хоть какого-то положительного результата, а ему еще необходимо было принять душ и облачиться в операционный костюм. Слава Селестии, что он не пегас, как его давно исчезнувший друг, и ему не нужно чистить зубы и стерилизовать ротовую полость!
Коридор сделал последний поворот под прямым углом, и доктор Раббер налетел на группу единорогов, одетых в какие-то странные зеленые жилеты, со сложными металлическими и пластиковыми устройствами, висящими у них за спиной и на плотно притороченных седельных сумках. Их лица ыл и закрыты шерстяными маскамис дырками для глаз и рта, у всех, кроме двоих - пожилого единорога со строгим взглядом и солнечным гербом на униформе и...
Доктор Раббер почуствовал, что будто бы гора свалилась с его плеч.
-Тандервинг! Я думал ты на своих пограничных скалах! Ты представить не можешь, как я рад тебя...
-Могу, Раббер Пилл -старый друг улбнулся ему. -Мы подозревали, что в этой миссии может возникнуть подобная ситуация, так что капитан взял меня с собой и своей командой. Капитан, это мой друг и лучший хирург на свете, Раббер Пилл. Раббер, это капитан Рэйнбоу Даггер, пони, стоящий между Эквестрией и всем злом приграничья и всех земель вне нашей границы. Именно он вытащил твоего -нашего? -пациента из лап свихнувшейся пони-мясника.
Хирург и капитан обменялись кивками взаимного уважения и вернулись каждый к своей работе.
-Гром, это НАШ пациент - более того, это почти целиком ТВОЙ пациент, потому что основная сложность состоит в том что крылья ей отрубили начисто.
-Драматизируешь все как всегда -Тандервинг позволил себе неуместный смешок. -Там и близко ничего нет к "отрубили начисто", два хороших полуторасантиметровых обрубка, с целыми сосудисто-нервными пучками по обеим сторонам, единственное что - повреждены нервы корня правого крыла, потребуется что-то посерьезней бритвы и скальпеля. Я думаю, что именно понадобится, решим на месте. Ты готов?
Доктор Раббер сделал глубокий вдох - как и ожидалось, теперь это будет сеанс безумной и бездумной полевой хирургии, с нервами, отделенными от мышц бритвой, с зубной нитью в качестве инструмента для чистого выделения сосудов и чем-нибудь вроде резинового клея на месте шовного материала для кишечных швов. Но, на удивление, он ерестал дрожать от напряжения, как пять минут назад, в кабинете и в коридоре. Голубая девушка-пегас только что получила один шанс-джекпот на возврат своих крыльев обратно в строй.
У доктора Раббер Пилла был друг, пегас, который хотел стать хирургом-травматологом, и, несмотря на отсутсвие рога и, следовательно, любой исцеляющей или телекинетичской силы, достиг заметного успеха в поле. Тем не менее, ему пришлось оставить практику сразу после академии и стать оператором штормовой погоды в патруле "Ночная Смена" где-то на Гриффоно-Эквестрианской границе. Доктор Пилл сылшал истории о том, как он спасал жизни пони, выполняя опасные, иногда запрещенные, но в то же время иногда очень удачные операции. Если бы он был рядом, то без сомнения взялся бы за это сложное и непривлекательное дело. К сожалению, черногривый и серошкурый пегас был далеко, как минмум в 4 часах лета на субзвуковой скорости от Понивилля, где-то вдали от цивилизации с ее телефонами и радиопередатчиками - в общем, за предами досягаемости, которая позволила бы ему вовремя добраться сюда и спасти маленькую пони-летуна. Доктор Пилл встряхнул гривой и прибавил шагу - операция должна была начаться не позднее, чем через 5 минут, чтобы достигнуть хоть какого-то положительного результата, а ему еще необходимо было принять душ и облачиться в операционный костюм. Слава Селестии, что он не пегас, как его давно исчезнувший друг, и ему не нужно чистить зубы и стерилизовать ротовую полость!
Коридор сделал последний поворот под прямым углом, и доктор Раббер налетел на группу единорогов, одетых в какие-то странные зеленые жилеты, со сложными металлическими и пластиковыми устройствами, висящими у них за спиной и на плотно притороченных седельных сумках. Их лица ыл и закрыты шерстяными маскамис дырками для глаз и рта, у всех, кроме двоих - пожилого единорога со строгим взглядом и солнечным гербом на униформе и...
Доктор Раббер почуствовал, что будто бы гора свалилась с его плеч.
-Тандервинг! Я думал ты на своих пограничных скалах! Ты представить не можешь, как я рад тебя...
-Могу, Раббер Пилл -старый друг улбнулся ему. -Мы подозревали, что в этой миссии может возникнуть подобная ситуация, так что капитан взял меня с собой и своей командой. Капитан, это мой друг и лучший хирург на свете, Раббер Пилл. Раббер, это капитан Рэйнбоу Даггер, пони, стоящий между Эквестрией и всем злом приграничья и всех земель вне нашей границы. Именно он вытащил твоего -нашего? -пациента из лап свихнувшейся пони-мясника.
Хирург и капитан обменялись кивками взаимного уважения и вернулись каждый к своей работе.
-Гром, это НАШ пациент - более того, это почти целиком ТВОЙ пациент, потому что основная сложность состоит в том что крылья ей отрубили начисто.
-Драматизируешь все как всегда -Тандервинг позволил себе неуместный смешок. -Там и близко ничего нет к "отрубили начисто", два хороших полуторасантиметровых обрубка, с целыми сосудисто-нервными пучками по обеим сторонам, единственное что - повреждены нервы корня правого крыла, потребуется что-то посерьезней бритвы и скальпеля. Я думаю, что именно понадобится, решим на месте. Ты готов?
Доктор Раббер сделал глубокий вдох - как и ожидалось, теперь это будет сеанс безумной и бездумной полевой хирургии, с нервами, отделенными от мышц бритвой, с зубной нитью в качестве инструмента для чистого выделения сосудов и чем-нибудь вроде резинового клея на месте шовного материала для кишечных швов. Но, на удивление, он ерестал дрожать от напряжения, как пять минут назад, в кабинете и в коридоре. Голубая девушка-пегас только что получила один шанс-джекпот на возврат своих крыльев обратно в строй.
DouViction писал(а):А что с ними не так? Нет, если мешает-уберу (хотя с медицинскими описаниями и техникой без них будет сложнее), но любопытно - как будто это плохо?) Мне, вроде, никогда особо не мешали.
Ну они не только считаются дурным тоном, но и ощутимо влияют на восприятие атмосферы произведения, поэтому их стараются по возможности избегать (цифры = логика, погружение в мир произведения - чувства). Практически всегда, их можно заменить синонимами (30 минут = полчаса, 2 дня = пара дней, в 12:00 - в полдень, 1000 лет = тысячелетие и пр.), что весьма добавляет произведению. Естественно, это не касается медицинских, строительных, военных терминов, где без этого не обойтись. Извини за старческое брюзжание =)
А человеческие ПП слегка смутили, непонятна необходимость такого сложного громоздкого и неудобного для использование существом с анатомией пони предметом, особенно учитывая то, что удерживается он телекинезом, который сам по себе куда эффективнее этого примитивного оружия.
Prodius Stray писал(а):Практически всегда, их можно заменить синонимами (30 минут = полчаса, 2 дня = пара дней, в 12:00 - в полдень, 1000 лет = тысячелетие и пр.)
К сожалению, это же может, при отсутствии внимания к этому вопросу, сделать язык автора слишком простым, что приближает произведение к эпосам Донцовой. Впрочем, я примерно понимаю, как можно этого избежать.
Prodius Stray писал(а):А человеческие ПП слегка смутили, непонятна необходимость такого сложного громоздкого и неудобного для использование существом с анатомией пони предметом, особенно учитывая то, что удерживается он телекинезом, который сам по себе куда эффективнее этого примитивного оружия.
Необходимость диктуется проснувшимися в неподходящий момент загонами автора необходимостью скоростного эффективного вооружения на границе с угодьями грифонов, где шляется вся пакость, которую магия Селестии не пускает дальше (по моей задумке, большими партиями всякие гады могут прорывать волшебные "стенки" и входить в Вечнодикий лес, длинным языком вдающийся в заселенную пони внутреннюю Эквестрию, а по лесу уже могут шляться уязвимые цивильные пони, та же Твайлайт или СМС, которых носит где попало и когда попало).
Дело в том, что сами по себе пони к серьезной драке пригодны мало - большими толпами они способны больно пинаться или кидаться яблочными пирогами, но в стране магии дружбы ценна жизнь каждого пони, поэтому вариант самообороны городов толпами жителей не подходит (и потом, the horror, the horror!). Собирать большую армию тоже плохо, пони должны быть мирными. Вывод-надо отбирать самых безбашенных и снабжать оружием, способным при необходимости уложить грифона или человека (а по возможности - демотивировать взрослого дракона, но я не думаю, что полицейская операция по освобождению одного заложника от одного террориста потребовала бы гранатометов. На границе у них, мб, и стингеры с джейвелинами есть... Applejaveline, лол)
И насчет источника оружия - закупается Селестией лично через потомков хорошо знакомых ей людей, которые искренне считают, что таким образом служат некоему древнему истинному божеству (ну, в общем, они не так далеки от правды). Поселение людей нереально далеко, за всякими драконьими горами, грифоньими угодьями, орочьими степями, русскими помойками и еще Селестия знает каким трешаком, который даже пегас класса Рейнбоу не в состоянии перелететь без посадки на отдых (а садиться в тех краях даже на облака - это надо быть круче уже Дерпи, чтобы на такое решиться). Человеческие бракоьеры, впрочем, периодически забредают - наиболее отважные, для которых Эквестрия как для сталкеров АБС - Золотой Шарик. Почему наиболее отважные - потому что возвращаются они довольно редко - грифоны, драконы, домашние василиски Флаттершай и эквестрианские пограничники немножко вредны для здоровья, если ты сам не Флаттершай.
Такие дела. Пойду покурю и сяду за перевод двух оставшихся кусков и написание свежего.
Мне весьма неудобно захламлять тему, и прерывая повествование перевода своими высказываниями, но я хотел бы добавить, что я имел ввиду несколько другое отношение к человеческому оружию. Оно, на мой взгляд, как раз настолько малоэффективно, насколько его ограничивает привязка к анатомии человека. Эти дурацкие рукояти, приклады, мешающая прицельности отдача а следовательно весьма низкая скорострельность, ограничение по весу и размеру... Да, оружие становится всё более и более технологично, но всё-равно упирается в физические возможности стрелка. Вероятно, из земного оружия пони с большем бы удовольствием восприняли бы какой нибудь XM214. Правда в какое сравнение может идти даже Микроган с крошечным плотным сгусточком воздуха движимого телекинетически по желаемой траектории на скорости максимально возможно приближенной к скорости света. Хотя людским поставщикам оружия наверное виднее, что и, главное, как продавать =)
Thunderwing wanted to become a doctor since he was a little foal, though, of course, from time to time his desires might
change for a weather patrolspony, or a newswriter, or anything. And, surprisingly, when he earned his cutiemark - not very
late but yet no the first among his mates, it pointed towards a weatherpony rather than a doctor - a tornado and a thunder on
a dark cloud, quite noticeable even on his dark carcoal grey hide. Yet, when he graduated from school, he entered the medical
univercity in Canterloth and, despite of his absent-mindness and, most annoying, being a non-telecinetic wide-winged-hardly-
fitting-the-white-coat pegasus, finaly made it to a doctor's certificate and trauma care licence.
Then something really strange happened - one night two celestial guards came to his place and gave him a note, sealed with
princess Celestia's own print, demanding that he come to the palace immideately for some new assignment. By morning, he
already knew that he's going to become a stormy weather pegasus in the "Night Shift" WP, and a doctor for everypony across
the Griffon-Equestrian border area.
The next two years were the time of hard work, unimaginable cases, mad surgery and awesome storms sent from somwhere within
griffon youth crazy playgrounds. Despite of all his love to surgery, he realised at some moment, that he liked stormy weather
and stormpony's work all along, and from that point he was ready to stay at the border for the rest of his life, just to save
the opportunity of dealing with thunders, tornadoes and all the creepy stuff crazy gryffon teens was sending upon them just
to have some embarrasing gryffon fun. By the way, the same stroms, along with gryffons themselves, accompanied with fearsome
dragons, forest creatures and lurking armed human trappers gave him enough surgery to feel needed and happy for his job.
In a few years, he became the most experienced field surgeon in all Equestria His fromer teachers sometimes wrote letters to
him, asking whether he would do one or another way in a case decribed, and usually following his advice (of course, for them
he preferred to chose effective, and yet traditional ways of operating wounds and ilnesses, especially because they could
afford complex procedures, involving sophisticated technological and magical mediums).
That's where he met Rainbow Dagger and his ponies, since when they become primarily close teammates and then - also good
friends. Captain Dagger had been seeing the world right the way Thunderwings himelf did - every pony was one thing to be
protected and served, for both of them, yet Thunderbird wasn't too critical about other creatures, while Rainbow Dagger used
to see a possible threat to ponies in every non-pony stranger he could run into, which, especially because Rainbow Dagger was
an armed and always loaded marksman, might from time to time be a reason of meaningless and stupid acts of mutual violence
between his crew and non-pony traellers, sometimes passing along the Equestran borderline. Yet, being the most talented and
experienced warpony, Rainbow Dagger was oftenly indispensable, when it came to a fight with any foe approaching the
borderpony watchposts.
So, of course, he answered the call, when Rainbow Dagger asked him to accompany the warponies to some tough and coplex inner
equestrian mission. As thunderwing already knew, they were several cases of ponies vanishing in thin air in a Everfree
forest-involved town of Ponyville, and, at last, captain laid his hoof on an intel of who exactly was responsible for the
kidnapping (or whatever it coould appear to be in reality). From what they coud put together from terribly spilt and tangled
data of the intel, the suspect was jst one pony, but there were reports of a strange smell coming from her bakery store, "the
Sugarcube Corner", and as the reconaissance agent could determine, such smell usually comes from rotting meat - or unburied
corpses. So captain wanted to take a good docor along with the celestial rescuers - just in case someone's going to need some
serious medical help over there.
And, unfortunately, he appeared to be right - the oly hostage, who made it alive to the end of the butcher's actions, had
been cut so seriously Thunderbird couldn't be sure of anything. And one thing making him unsettled were actually two -
ponys's cut off and sawn back blue fluffy wings. Yet the blood circulation in them looked okay by now, he could tell nothing
of their sensitivity, leave alone for their ability to move - the last one could be tested only after the pegasus pony heal
the sections well enough for the doctors to remove metal nails from her wing bones.
Thunderwing could be proud of the work already done, but instead of it he frowned and pulled a servant wire, calling a maid
to bring him some strong black coffee. The dinner could make him fell dizzy, and he had to stay up all night - for the
patient, because something of utmost importance could strike him any time and improve her restoration work, and for Rainbow
Dagger, who onestly warned him, that there may be much work coming any moment, so he needs his field medic ready to move out
any time the captain would need him to.
The bell rang and the most handsome of maid ponies appeared to take an order. Tunderwings unapparently had a look over her,
with pleasure, and asked to bring him two cups of strongest black coffee the hospital motel had. THe long night shift had
merely started and he was going to meet it on his four hooves, no matter what it would take to survive for the morning.
change for a weather patrolspony, or a newswriter, or anything. And, surprisingly, when he earned his cutiemark - not very
late but yet no the first among his mates, it pointed towards a weatherpony rather than a doctor - a tornado and a thunder on
a dark cloud, quite noticeable even on his dark carcoal grey hide. Yet, when he graduated from school, he entered the medical
univercity in Canterloth and, despite of his absent-mindness and, most annoying, being a non-telecinetic wide-winged-hardly-
fitting-the-white-coat pegasus, finaly made it to a doctor's certificate and trauma care licence.
Then something really strange happened - one night two celestial guards came to his place and gave him a note, sealed with
princess Celestia's own print, demanding that he come to the palace immideately for some new assignment. By morning, he
already knew that he's going to become a stormy weather pegasus in the "Night Shift" WP, and a doctor for everypony across
the Griffon-Equestrian border area.
The next two years were the time of hard work, unimaginable cases, mad surgery and awesome storms sent from somwhere within
griffon youth crazy playgrounds. Despite of all his love to surgery, he realised at some moment, that he liked stormy weather
and stormpony's work all along, and from that point he was ready to stay at the border for the rest of his life, just to save
the opportunity of dealing with thunders, tornadoes and all the creepy stuff crazy gryffon teens was sending upon them just
to have some embarrasing gryffon fun. By the way, the same stroms, along with gryffons themselves, accompanied with fearsome
dragons, forest creatures and lurking armed human trappers gave him enough surgery to feel needed and happy for his job.
In a few years, he became the most experienced field surgeon in all Equestria His fromer teachers sometimes wrote letters to
him, asking whether he would do one or another way in a case decribed, and usually following his advice (of course, for them
he preferred to chose effective, and yet traditional ways of operating wounds and ilnesses, especially because they could
afford complex procedures, involving sophisticated technological and magical mediums).
That's where he met Rainbow Dagger and his ponies, since when they become primarily close teammates and then - also good
friends. Captain Dagger had been seeing the world right the way Thunderwings himelf did - every pony was one thing to be
protected and served, for both of them, yet Thunderbird wasn't too critical about other creatures, while Rainbow Dagger used
to see a possible threat to ponies in every non-pony stranger he could run into, which, especially because Rainbow Dagger was
an armed and always loaded marksman, might from time to time be a reason of meaningless and stupid acts of mutual violence
between his crew and non-pony traellers, sometimes passing along the Equestran borderline. Yet, being the most talented and
experienced warpony, Rainbow Dagger was oftenly indispensable, when it came to a fight with any foe approaching the
borderpony watchposts.
So, of course, he answered the call, when Rainbow Dagger asked him to accompany the warponies to some tough and coplex inner
equestrian mission. As thunderwing already knew, they were several cases of ponies vanishing in thin air in a Everfree
forest-involved town of Ponyville, and, at last, captain laid his hoof on an intel of who exactly was responsible for the
kidnapping (or whatever it coould appear to be in reality). From what they coud put together from terribly spilt and tangled
data of the intel, the suspect was jst one pony, but there were reports of a strange smell coming from her bakery store, "the
Sugarcube Corner", and as the reconaissance agent could determine, such smell usually comes from rotting meat - or unburied
corpses. So captain wanted to take a good docor along with the celestial rescuers - just in case someone's going to need some
serious medical help over there.
And, unfortunately, he appeared to be right - the oly hostage, who made it alive to the end of the butcher's actions, had
been cut so seriously Thunderbird couldn't be sure of anything. And one thing making him unsettled were actually two -
ponys's cut off and sawn back blue fluffy wings. Yet the blood circulation in them looked okay by now, he could tell nothing
of their sensitivity, leave alone for their ability to move - the last one could be tested only after the pegasus pony heal
the sections well enough for the doctors to remove metal nails from her wing bones.
Thunderwing could be proud of the work already done, but instead of it he frowned and pulled a servant wire, calling a maid
to bring him some strong black coffee. The dinner could make him fell dizzy, and he had to stay up all night - for the
patient, because something of utmost importance could strike him any time and improve her restoration work, and for Rainbow
Dagger, who onestly warned him, that there may be much work coming any moment, so he needs his field medic ready to move out
any time the captain would need him to.
The bell rang and the most handsome of maid ponies appeared to take an order. Tunderwings unapparently had a look over her,
with pleasure, and asked to bring him two cups of strongest black coffee the hospital motel had. THe long night shift had
merely started and he was going to meet it on his four hooves, no matter what it would take to survive for the morning.
Prodius Stray писал(а):Мне весьма неудобно захламлять тему, и прерывая повествование перевода своими высказываниями, но я хотел бы добавить, что я имел ввиду несколько другое отношение к человеческому оружию. Оно, на мой взгляд, как раз настолько малоэффективно, насколько его ограничивает привязка к анатомии человека. Эти дурацкие рукояти, приклады, мешающая прицельности отдача а следовательно весьма низкая скорострельность, ограничение по весу и размеру... Да, оружие становится всё более и более технологично, но всё-равно упирается в физические возможности стрелка. Вероятно, из земного оружия пони с большем бы удовольствием восприняли бы какой нибудь XM214. Правда в какое сравнение может идти даже Микроган с крошечным плотным сгусточком воздуха движимого телекинетически по желаемой траектории на скорости максимально возможно приближенной к скорости света. Хотя людским поставщикам оружия наверное виднее, что и, главное, как продавать =)
Насчет захламления темы, допишу -выложу на гугльдокс, так что все как раз как надо, мне же нужна критика, чтоб не скатываться в омскоту окончательную.
Насчет XM214 - ТЯЖЕЛОВАТ, плюс слишком жрет патроны (как понимаю, дефицитные в условиях закупки оружия из сверхдальних дребеней), а дракона может, конечно, остановить, но это таки сподручнее из гранатомета. Так что если только на вышке какой или на технике...
Насчет "крошечным плотным сгусточком воздуха движимого телекинетически по желаемой траектории на скорости максимально возможно приближенной к скорости света." - много ты видел единорогов, способных на что-нибудь "максимально возможно приближенное к скорости света"? Увы... Твайлай, может быть, когда-нибудь, чему-нибудь подобному научится - впрочем, надеюсь, она научится много большимм и более великим волшебным финтам, чем убийство себе подобных и неподобных. На это есть варпони вроде Рейнбоу Даггера, а у Даггера на это есть ПП и прочие грифоньи нямки, в том чиле хоть бы и микроган. А то и миниган. А при желании, можно даже и вулкан...
For a while, Cherilee felt sorry for choosing a teacher's career instead of a nurse's one, because someone had to do
something before the Mayor has a stroke or something. The pony in charge of Ponyville was not only unable to carry her
duties, which was at least unnesecarry at the moment, thanks to the royal guards observing every pony in town, but also close to a collapse, so unsettled she was. Cherilee had to make her drink a cupful of cold punch to calm the administrator pony down, but only to surprisingly find herself the most responsible of ponies around. She and almost fifty random ponies were locked in one of the stores, facing a whole night in tightness and uncertain feelings of what comes next that moist
afternoon. How much easier it would be to stay locked up in the school! She could offer the ponies some tea, maybe, some
cookies or even cupcakes, and make everypony comfortable for the rest of the time they have to stay inside!
Alas, all she had in her hooves was an unfamiliar store with no shop assiatant or owner, so tea and cupcakes were an
unrealizeable dream. As were the comfort and the safety for the coming evening.
Cherilee remembered a day of her younger age - when she and her, well, almost boyfriend, Grand Charlott, went on a trip to the Everfree Forest - to "become closer to the roots", as they used to tell everypony asking, but really - just because they
wanted to do something beoynd everyday routine. And it was joyful and funny - until the sun went down, and then - it was a
nightmare come true. A whole bunch of forest creatures, untamed and hungry for two tasty townsponies, seemed to gather right around the clearing Cherilee and her friend, Grang Chralott, stayed sleeplessly for the dawn, pressing themselves to each other and praying Celestia for their death to be, at least, not too painful. When the sun rose, the rushed out of the forest as fast, as if it wasn't for an endless sleepless chilling nigth in the open, and none of them ever spoke of going to the
forest ever again, though ater they went to the mountains, and there... But in the mountains it wasn't anything close to the
forest, or this creepy lock-up evening.
Cherilee was sitting on an eminence, probably used by the store owner to observe the trading hall at once without constanty going from one place to another. From this position she could react immideately if anypony shows any signs of feeling sick or, the worst, being ready to start a panic. Cherilee wasn't sure, what the guards outside are up to, but the rudeness, with which they just shove the ponies into any open door they've seen, made her think there's a good reason not to annoy any of them, not even remind them of the ponie's presence in town, until anyone of authority come to explain, what's going on and when thy could possibly leave the store and, at least, go home.
The reasons of the royal guards cleaning ponies from the streets so steadfastly couldn't get from her head, but, as a
teacher, Cherilee made it her overall principle - one should mind the problems at the rate they become actual, not all at
once. Thinking of the event wasn't a thing to really help anypony feel comfortable, 'cause there was no way they could
possibly obtain any trustworthy information and determine the actual truth of what's going on around Ponyville and with all
of them here, at the store.
Suddenly something caught her attention. At tne next moment she was coming to a corner of the shelves, where Bon-bon was shaking her hoof to catch someone's attention.
The reason was jsut epectable - Lyra, the mint pony, was sitting on her knees, shaking from horn to tail. At some moment her self-control must have betrayed her, and now it had to be somepony to bear her, before she passes out or, the worst, start a panic. Cherilee kneeled by her and put her hoof around mint pony's shoulders with every bit of care she could find.
-It's okay, it's okay... Don't be afraid, dear, there's nothing scary going on. See? Everything's going to be all right.
Lyra sobbed and hide her face in Cherilees's mane.
-I... I'm sorry... I'm just frightened out of all of this.
-There's nothing to be scared about. -Cherilee said softly. -Look, the guard's coming. He'll probably let us go home.
Lyra hiccuped and pressed herself tightly to Cherilee's neck. She was clearly too afraid of guards to believe they were here
to protect ponyvillians, and not to do any harm to any of them.
The guard, the regular muscular pegasus with short mane, wearing a helmet and a shiny golden armor, stood at the entrance, looking over ponies, crowded around Lyra and Cherilee, obviously trying to find someone in particular.
-Where's the Mayor? -He asked at last, speaking to all of them.
-She's not feeling good. -Cherilee made Bon-bon hold Lyra and stood up, showing herself to the royal guard.
-Are you in charge? -the guard seemed to be of little patience, but he was still speaing politely, which has given Cherilee
some confidence.
-I am. Anything I could help you with?
The guard seemed to relax a bit. It was like he has something else in mind, but the citizens waiting for they couldn't guess
what, crowded in a tiny store.
I was sent just to tel you al can go home now. It's late and getting dark, so stay clear of the streets untill morning. We
will patrol the town for a while, maybe, until sunrise, noone knows exactly. And, mrs... what's your name?
-Cherilee. Ms. Cherilee, if you want. -Cherilee smiled at the guard - the young pegasus was clearly nervous of his duties,
most likely new to him. -I'll be of any assitance while the mayor is off to restore herself to the work.
-Ms. Cherilee -the guard looked at her ecusedly -I'm afraid I'll have to detain you for a while. I was told you're a school
teacher, is this correct?
-Yes, I am - said Cherilee in confusion. -You said you were going to... detain me?
-Oh, I'm sorry, ms. Cherilee. Just to hold you back for a few minutes. Our lead wants to ask you a few questions about your
pupils. Is this okay?
-Of course it is. -Cherilee turned to the ponies, looking at her with a whole lot of different emotions, from fear to
happiness. -Did everypony heard, what the guard said? Calm down and go home, quiet and calmly. This couple goes first, then, by two, the others. Don't hurry and don't make a jam at the door! -Cherilee spoke as she was in her classroom, sending young foals and fillies out for the summer vacation. She turned around and stepped towards the guard, when someone grabbed her hoof, not letting her go.
-Ms cherilee! -whe heard a constrained whisper, with a halftone of hidden tears in it, and turned around, suprised, to see
Lyra holding her with her two hooves.
-Ms. Cherilee, please, don't go with him! Think of something! Please, they will take you and never ever let you out!
-Lyra, what are you talking about? -Cherilee exclaimed in confusion. -There's a royal guard to protect me, and everypony
around, what or who there is I should be afraid of?
-Them. -whispered Lyra, and added almost inaudible -The guards.
-But dear, they're the princess's finest! -Cherilee bended forward to the upset mint unicorn. -Be reasonable, they're the
ones to guard us, aren't they?
-That is. The princess is... -Lyra couldn't finish, the sobbing has strangled her. Her hooves slipped from Cherilee's hoof,
letting her go. Cherilee ruffled Lyra's mane and hurried towards the guard, standing aside of the line of ponies eager to get
out of the stuffy trading hall.
-Do, you wanted to ask me a few questions? I'm all attention.
-Not me, ms. Cherilee, and not here. -The guard bowed in an excuse. -The royal sheriff of Ponyville, Rainbow Dagger, wanted to talk to you, but he's now in Manehattan, with the v... With the pony caught in a recent upsetting incident. In the morning he shall retuen here, but if you wish, we could sent you to Manehattan in a chariot. The only term captain has insisted on is that we don't let you talk to anypony but ourselves as soon as we make contact with you. Are you okay with that?
-But of course, if that's what the sheriff demands, but what is the incident you're talking about? That's why you got us
stuck here, isnt'it? -Cerilee asked, approaching the guard and standing by his side, observing the ponies leaving the store.
Almost everypony vere looking at her with gratitude, some openly came by to thank her, and only those few too exhausted to understanded anything passed by, looking nowhere and letting their friends drive them by hoof to fresh air and velvety night relief of the outside.
-That's what the sheriff wanted to explain to you himself. I'm really sorry. So, will it be home arrest or the chariot?
-The chariot. -Cherilee stired up her mane and s,iled lightly. -I'm not tired at all, I'm too curious to wait, and, by the
way, there's been ages since I last vere to Manehattan!
At the moment she said that, she noticed Bon-bon, protectively leadinf Lyra to the exit. Lyra raised her sights at Cherilee,
and a whole bunch of fear and sadness looked at the teacher pony from within her golden-black huge tearful eyes. Cherilee
felt uncomfortable.
-Bon-bon, will you guide Lyra home and stay with her? She doesn't look well.
-Of course I will, ms. Cherilee. -answered Bon-bon, not taking her eyes off Lyra. -And, by the way, we live at one house,
and anyways, that's exactly what I was going to act like.
-I'm counting on you. -Cherilee supressed the moist fear-like worm inside her and turned to the guard. So, where's your
chariot, sir? I'm ready to go strait to buisness, whatever it is.
In a minute, she was already sitting on a deck, shiverng of the bites of a chill wind, in a chariot carrying her to the
second biggest city in all of Equestria. "Manehattan, she thought. And the Sheriff of Ponyville. Something big is sure to be
going on in our little old town. Oh, Celestia, let my foals live safely through it all, whatever it is. You certainly will,
will you?"
something before the Mayor has a stroke or something. The pony in charge of Ponyville was not only unable to carry her
duties, which was at least unnesecarry at the moment, thanks to the royal guards observing every pony in town, but also close to a collapse, so unsettled she was. Cherilee had to make her drink a cupful of cold punch to calm the administrator pony down, but only to surprisingly find herself the most responsible of ponies around. She and almost fifty random ponies were locked in one of the stores, facing a whole night in tightness and uncertain feelings of what comes next that moist
afternoon. How much easier it would be to stay locked up in the school! She could offer the ponies some tea, maybe, some
cookies or even cupcakes, and make everypony comfortable for the rest of the time they have to stay inside!
Alas, all she had in her hooves was an unfamiliar store with no shop assiatant or owner, so tea and cupcakes were an
unrealizeable dream. As were the comfort and the safety for the coming evening.
Cherilee remembered a day of her younger age - when she and her, well, almost boyfriend, Grand Charlott, went on a trip to the Everfree Forest - to "become closer to the roots", as they used to tell everypony asking, but really - just because they
wanted to do something beoynd everyday routine. And it was joyful and funny - until the sun went down, and then - it was a
nightmare come true. A whole bunch of forest creatures, untamed and hungry for two tasty townsponies, seemed to gather right around the clearing Cherilee and her friend, Grang Chralott, stayed sleeplessly for the dawn, pressing themselves to each other and praying Celestia for their death to be, at least, not too painful. When the sun rose, the rushed out of the forest as fast, as if it wasn't for an endless sleepless chilling nigth in the open, and none of them ever spoke of going to the
forest ever again, though ater they went to the mountains, and there... But in the mountains it wasn't anything close to the
forest, or this creepy lock-up evening.
Cherilee was sitting on an eminence, probably used by the store owner to observe the trading hall at once without constanty going from one place to another. From this position she could react immideately if anypony shows any signs of feeling sick or, the worst, being ready to start a panic. Cherilee wasn't sure, what the guards outside are up to, but the rudeness, with which they just shove the ponies into any open door they've seen, made her think there's a good reason not to annoy any of them, not even remind them of the ponie's presence in town, until anyone of authority come to explain, what's going on and when thy could possibly leave the store and, at least, go home.
The reasons of the royal guards cleaning ponies from the streets so steadfastly couldn't get from her head, but, as a
teacher, Cherilee made it her overall principle - one should mind the problems at the rate they become actual, not all at
once. Thinking of the event wasn't a thing to really help anypony feel comfortable, 'cause there was no way they could
possibly obtain any trustworthy information and determine the actual truth of what's going on around Ponyville and with all
of them here, at the store.
Suddenly something caught her attention. At tne next moment she was coming to a corner of the shelves, where Bon-bon was shaking her hoof to catch someone's attention.
The reason was jsut epectable - Lyra, the mint pony, was sitting on her knees, shaking from horn to tail. At some moment her self-control must have betrayed her, and now it had to be somepony to bear her, before she passes out or, the worst, start a panic. Cherilee kneeled by her and put her hoof around mint pony's shoulders with every bit of care she could find.
-It's okay, it's okay... Don't be afraid, dear, there's nothing scary going on. See? Everything's going to be all right.
Lyra sobbed and hide her face in Cherilees's mane.
-I... I'm sorry... I'm just frightened out of all of this.
-There's nothing to be scared about. -Cherilee said softly. -Look, the guard's coming. He'll probably let us go home.
Lyra hiccuped and pressed herself tightly to Cherilee's neck. She was clearly too afraid of guards to believe they were here
to protect ponyvillians, and not to do any harm to any of them.
The guard, the regular muscular pegasus with short mane, wearing a helmet and a shiny golden armor, stood at the entrance, looking over ponies, crowded around Lyra and Cherilee, obviously trying to find someone in particular.
-Where's the Mayor? -He asked at last, speaking to all of them.
-She's not feeling good. -Cherilee made Bon-bon hold Lyra and stood up, showing herself to the royal guard.
-Are you in charge? -the guard seemed to be of little patience, but he was still speaing politely, which has given Cherilee
some confidence.
-I am. Anything I could help you with?
The guard seemed to relax a bit. It was like he has something else in mind, but the citizens waiting for they couldn't guess
what, crowded in a tiny store.
I was sent just to tel you al can go home now. It's late and getting dark, so stay clear of the streets untill morning. We
will patrol the town for a while, maybe, until sunrise, noone knows exactly. And, mrs... what's your name?
-Cherilee. Ms. Cherilee, if you want. -Cherilee smiled at the guard - the young pegasus was clearly nervous of his duties,
most likely new to him. -I'll be of any assitance while the mayor is off to restore herself to the work.
-Ms. Cherilee -the guard looked at her ecusedly -I'm afraid I'll have to detain you for a while. I was told you're a school
teacher, is this correct?
-Yes, I am - said Cherilee in confusion. -You said you were going to... detain me?
-Oh, I'm sorry, ms. Cherilee. Just to hold you back for a few minutes. Our lead wants to ask you a few questions about your
pupils. Is this okay?
-Of course it is. -Cherilee turned to the ponies, looking at her with a whole lot of different emotions, from fear to
happiness. -Did everypony heard, what the guard said? Calm down and go home, quiet and calmly. This couple goes first, then, by two, the others. Don't hurry and don't make a jam at the door! -Cherilee spoke as she was in her classroom, sending young foals and fillies out for the summer vacation. She turned around and stepped towards the guard, when someone grabbed her hoof, not letting her go.
-Ms cherilee! -whe heard a constrained whisper, with a halftone of hidden tears in it, and turned around, suprised, to see
Lyra holding her with her two hooves.
-Ms. Cherilee, please, don't go with him! Think of something! Please, they will take you and never ever let you out!
-Lyra, what are you talking about? -Cherilee exclaimed in confusion. -There's a royal guard to protect me, and everypony
around, what or who there is I should be afraid of?
-Them. -whispered Lyra, and added almost inaudible -The guards.
-But dear, they're the princess's finest! -Cherilee bended forward to the upset mint unicorn. -Be reasonable, they're the
ones to guard us, aren't they?
-That is. The princess is... -Lyra couldn't finish, the sobbing has strangled her. Her hooves slipped from Cherilee's hoof,
letting her go. Cherilee ruffled Lyra's mane and hurried towards the guard, standing aside of the line of ponies eager to get
out of the stuffy trading hall.
-Do, you wanted to ask me a few questions? I'm all attention.
-Not me, ms. Cherilee, and not here. -The guard bowed in an excuse. -The royal sheriff of Ponyville, Rainbow Dagger, wanted to talk to you, but he's now in Manehattan, with the v... With the pony caught in a recent upsetting incident. In the morning he shall retuen here, but if you wish, we could sent you to Manehattan in a chariot. The only term captain has insisted on is that we don't let you talk to anypony but ourselves as soon as we make contact with you. Are you okay with that?
-But of course, if that's what the sheriff demands, but what is the incident you're talking about? That's why you got us
stuck here, isnt'it? -Cerilee asked, approaching the guard and standing by his side, observing the ponies leaving the store.
Almost everypony vere looking at her with gratitude, some openly came by to thank her, and only those few too exhausted to understanded anything passed by, looking nowhere and letting their friends drive them by hoof to fresh air and velvety night relief of the outside.
-That's what the sheriff wanted to explain to you himself. I'm really sorry. So, will it be home arrest or the chariot?
-The chariot. -Cherilee stired up her mane and s,iled lightly. -I'm not tired at all, I'm too curious to wait, and, by the
way, there's been ages since I last vere to Manehattan!
At the moment she said that, she noticed Bon-bon, protectively leadinf Lyra to the exit. Lyra raised her sights at Cherilee,
and a whole bunch of fear and sadness looked at the teacher pony from within her golden-black huge tearful eyes. Cherilee
felt uncomfortable.
-Bon-bon, will you guide Lyra home and stay with her? She doesn't look well.
-Of course I will, ms. Cherilee. -answered Bon-bon, not taking her eyes off Lyra. -And, by the way, we live at one house,
and anyways, that's exactly what I was going to act like.
-I'm counting on you. -Cherilee supressed the moist fear-like worm inside her and turned to the guard. So, where's your
chariot, sir? I'm ready to go strait to buisness, whatever it is.
In a minute, she was already sitting on a deck, shiverng of the bites of a chill wind, in a chariot carrying her to the
second biggest city in all of Equestria. "Manehattan, she thought. And the Sheriff of Ponyville. Something big is sure to be
going on in our little old town. Oh, Celestia, let my foals live safely through it all, whatever it is. You certainly will,
will you?"
Месяц прошол а переводов всё нет, пожалуйста допереведите последние 2 отрывка.
http://bitccloud.deviantart.com/art/Cup ... -210509853
Я просто оставлю это здесь...
Я просто оставлю это здесь...
Поняши знающие английский прошу допереведите последние 2 куска .
patapony13, краткое содержание 1 куска:
Дэши пришивают обратно крылья, но ещё пока неизвестно, сможет ли она вообще ими двигать.
Сейчас переведу 2 часть подробно.
Дэши пришивают обратно крылья, но ещё пока неизвестно, сможет ли она вообще ими двигать.
Сейчас переведу 2 часть подробно.
Спасибо, бро я твой должник
Да не за что. Во второй части, почему-то, судьба Дэши совсем не выясняется... Странно... Речь идёт о Черили, Лире и БонБон.
Любые альтернативные финалы капкейксов действуют на меня, как контрастный душ: после стресса наступает приятное успокоение. У вас такого нет?
StarSong писал(а):Да не за что. Во второй части, почему-то, судьба Дэши совсем не выясняется... Странно... Речь идёт о Черили, Лире и БонБон.
В хэдпосте есть ссылка на блог автора, там еще пара кусков. Но у меня все равно такое ощущение, что текст не окончен.
- Анонимная поняшка
Milly Ped писал(а):Любые альтернативные финалы капкейксов действуют на меня, как контрастный душ: после стресса наступает приятное успокоение. У вас такого нет?
Прекрасно вас понимаю. ПРавда, одна,нет, две концовки держали меня в состоянии WTF после прочтения. Вон эти, Концовка "Безумные Мелодии" и Концовка "Королевское Проклятие".
Народ а куда пропал сам автор как я понял рассказ не окончен да и переводить он бросил может с ним случилась что?
patapony13 писал(а):Народ а куда пропал сам автор как я понял рассказ не окончен да и переводить он бросил может с ним случилась что?
Правда его месяц почти нет,что-то случилось.
Его нет уже 2 месяца
Я знаю что мне вообще не стоило читать ни той части ни этой части рассказа Капкейкс но нтерес взял надо мною верх и...Честно слово если меня чуть-ли не выворачвает на изнанку когда я читаю о(Блеее кстати)кишках и других внутренностях,то я никогда не буду работать хирургом...Ну как минимум целителем(переломы,ссадины и бла-бла-бла)...
А что насчёт автора который 2 месяца отсутствует наверно сам незахотел доделывать перевод такого жуткого рассказа...
А что насчёт автора который 2 месяца отсутствует наверно сам незахотел доделывать перевод такого жуткого рассказа...
Нельзя упоминать кексики в суе, иначе ке
- Sapsan
Рейн писал(а):(автоопределение)А что насчёт автора который 2 месяца отсутствует наверно сам незахотел доделывать перевод такого жуткого рассказа...
автора наверное закопали, за создание сего произведения...
Это круто, спасибо за перевод. Такая концовка устраивает чуть более, чем полность.
Может кто возьмётся переводить дальше, плз? Не могу осилить такую стену....
Может кто возьмётся переводить дальше, плз? Не могу осилить такую стену....
Ребят, скажите неужели кому то действительно это по настоящему понравилось?
Я вообще не понимаю, почему этот почти совершенно нормальный рассказ вызвал такую бурю. Он же работает в своём жанре, и не претендует на большее...
Для меня он был одним из первых, кто внёс некую захватывающую и ужасающую изюминку. Скажу честно, никогда не нравилась сумасшедшая Пинки и смерть Даш (как в оригинале). Но вот альтернативные концовки - это другое дело. В одной вроде как и не Пинки это , а Пинкомина (чорд, не знаю как правильно её имя написать). А Даш отделывается адскими мучениями, что мне неизмеримо доставляет, т.к. является любимым персонажем.
Для меня он был одним из первых, кто внёс некую захватывающую и ужасающую изюминку. Скажу честно, никогда не нравилась сумасшедшая Пинки и смерть Даш (как в оригинале). Но вот альтернативные концовки - это другое дело. В одной вроде как и не Пинки это , а Пинкомина (чорд, не знаю как правильно её имя написать). А Даш отделывается адскими мучениями, что мне неизмеримо доставляет, т.к. является любимым персонажем.
просто ЦА фанов МЛП состоит в абсолютном большинстве своем, из людей, которым подобные гуро-гримдарки не доставляют :)
Я из их числа. Хотя, как было сказано выше, рассказ работает именно под свой жанр и не претендует... "Капкейсы" внесли свою лепту в развитие фанона - это теперь понятие нарицательное :))
Я из их числа. Хотя, как было сказано выше, рассказ работает именно под свой жанр и не претендует... "Капкейсы" внесли свою лепту в развитие фанона - это теперь понятие нарицательное :))
All писал(а):Я вообще не понимаю, почему этот почти совершенно нормальный рассказ вызвал такую бурю. Он же работает в своём жанре, и не претендует на большее...
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А Даш отделывается адскими мучениями, что мне неизмеримо доставляет, т.к. является любимым персонажем.
Ему хотелось чего-то новенького. Острых ощущений.
blacknd писал(а):Острых ощущений.
Скорее, сострадания и надежды. По крайней мере, именно такие чувства вызвал у меня рассказ.
Автор, кто он там сержант или ... В общем видать с армии контузия от взрыва гранаты не прошла вот он и написал это...
недоразумение .
недоразумение .
Healther30 писал(а):В общем видать с армии контузия от взрыва гранаты не прошла
Давай без нападок друг на друга?
я про американца который это написал , а не про того кто переводил...
на намек про "кексики" я наткнулся на каком- то чане, где анон кидал говно в вентилятор. Интерес взял верх над рассудком, и найдя в нашем блоге рассказ, я начал его читать. Я себя проклинал за своё любопытство! меня корчило, если можно так сказать- сами сжимались-разжимались кулаки, передёргивало, я дрожал. Пытался оторваться от прочтения- но не смог. отходя от компа, тут-же шел назад,и впивался взглядом в экран. читал одним глазом. Ночью я не смог уснуть, ибо концовка не раскрыта на тот момент, и фантазировал как можно вырулить ситуацию на нормально
Это ядерное сочитание для ума- два светлых персонажа, каждый брони подспудно желающий быть в чем-то похожим на них, выступают одна в виде жертвы вопящей и разделываемой на куски заживо, а вторая в виде безумного палача. Н-да, и теперь два мультяшных героя вызывают одна безграничное сострадание и жалость, а вторая- ничего кроме гнева.
Поэтому я думаю что большинству не понравился рассказ, в принципе как и мне.
Это ядерное сочитание для ума- два светлых персонажа, каждый брони подспудно желающий быть в чем-то похожим на них, выступают одна в виде жертвы вопящей и разделываемой на куски заживо, а вторая в виде безумного палача. Н-да, и теперь два мультяшных героя вызывают одна безграничное сострадание и жалость, а вторая- ничего кроме гнева.
Поэтому я думаю что большинству не понравился рассказ, в принципе как и мне.
Автор этой альтернативной концовки DouViction. Что на английском, что на русском языках. До прочтения английской части руки не дошли, но по той части, что я прочитал, могу сказать, что тут очень трогательно описан труд Эквестирийских хирургов по спасению бедняжки Дэш.
Да, и эта тема не для обсуждения самих "Кексиков".
Да, и эта тема не для обсуждения самих "Кексиков".
перевод в планах есть?
Эту же часть по моему не до конца дописали, ну где ей крылья пришили? Еще есть отвратная "вторая часть" слава богу на русский ее не перевели, но вроде как собираются... Я уже чувствую ярость фанатов Дэрпи...
Давайте разделим мух и котлеты.
Эта тема посвящена альтернативной концовке от DouViction которая называется Cupcakes: Justice. Тут пришивают Дэши крылышки.
Сами Кексы, Кексы 2 и Кексы 3 к этой теме не имеют практически никакого отношения. Вотрые, кстати, переводятся.
Эта тема посвящена альтернативной концовке от DouViction которая называется Cupcakes: Justice. Тут пришивают Дэши крылышки.
Сами Кексы, Кексы 2 и Кексы 3 к этой теме не имеют практически никакого отношения. Вотрые, кстати, переводятся.
Ну все, писец))) Ща тут начнется срачь... Я не понял, эту концовку дописали до конца?
Healther30 писал(а):Я не понял, эту концовку дописали до конца?
Нет. По ходу, до автора добралась-таки Пинкамина и порубила его на кексы :(
- Анонимная поняшка
К сожалению, автор пропал и не дописывает. А срач-то с чего? С факта перевода вторых? Тогда пусть срач и возникает после публикации, её может и не быть, если переводчик вдруг передумает*. А в этой теме давайте всёж придерживаться сабжа.
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*Пока ещё не передумал, но ему трудно переводить, так как очень жаль Дерпи.
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*Пока ещё не передумал, но ему трудно переводить, так как очень жаль Дерпи.
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