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"Huh? O-oh" she moved right a moment before pausing, correcting herself and shifting to the left with all the grace of a scrapheap

Moonbeam was still not at her best. The fact that she was even walking after her medical emergency was more than she expected. All of her chrome felt sluggish and only a small part of her knew what was even going on. But that part knew to follow the others along and try to make herself focus...

"So there may be a chance for me to be useful?" The filly muttered as she spread her wings a bit. Still she was clearly not up to full snuff with things. Her body moving slowly and struggling to get back in to a proper coordination between the biological and the technological. If there was one...

The chastisement clearly upset Moonbeam. Enough that one could probalby acutally see her glare though the waterfall of mane which she used to cover her right eye most of the time. But as expected of a girl her age she also remained quiet. The whole thing so much bigger and more cowing than she'd...

"A-are you calling me weak?" It was unclear if the girl simply failed to understan what was said or if it was some part of her larger indocturnation. But any argument cut off on her end as she swooned and steadied herself against the bed. The medication really had done wonders, considering. But...

"It's mroe a saying. I'm not calling you fr-. forget it" The girl sighed "The night is here to test us. We have to be strong enough to ascend. Have to become something more. To become one with these gifts. Rejecting the sun" It didn't make any of what she said sound less crazy, and she bristled...

The first thing out of her mouth was a string of profoundly bad neighponese with an accent which made her sound like someone poorly dubbing an anime back into its native tongue. She shook her head bitterly and tried to curl her wings around herself. The bat pony not really able to do so very...

There was a hard thud. The filly splayed out on her back. Firmly out of bed and half wrapped in the sheets of the cot that had supported her augmented weight while she had been in the throws of that half-waking nightmare. Her mouth tasted like metal. Her already red irises were met by the whites...

Moonbeam's dreams were restless. Dark, deep, troubled. They always had been, in one way or another. She kicked her legs at the blankets and fluttered her wings, biting her pillow while her ears twisted this way and that. In her mind, the girl was there again. Watching the door get busted open...

There was no fight left in moonbeam. She just sobbed and collapsed in a heap. She was done. Her body didn't have any fight left. All it could do was take its medication and try to get back to the point where cybernetic and organic worked in kind. Finally a lack of medication and the other...

"NO!" Anyone who knew bat ponies knew that it took only a bit of training, or a heaping helping of instinct, to actually use their sonar as an attack. Moonbeam hadn't quite done that. It was close enough to make one wonder if it was raw terror, or just that her body was too weak to pull it off...

The filly wasn't really in a position to fight back anyways. moreover, it was pretty clear that they had no problem with the woman, and there was no way she could do anything about it at this point. Besides, even if she wanted to, her wings weren't listening to her anymore. She just felt too...

There was a look in Moonbeam's eyes as she looked upon the older mare. It was contempt. It was barely something one could make out. Not though the pain and haze. The chromed up girl opened and closed her muzzle a few times. her eyes trying like Tartarus to focus. The flecks of copper in the...

"Do all of you have to keep fussing over me?" She asked, grumpy now. "Luna knows I can take care of myself" Though her body twitching all the same. The lights on her torso and the strip of Fiber Optic hair both growing a bit wild as she was hoisted into the back of the makeshift docwagon. She...

Moonbeam was not happy about any of this. She pulled herself up to standing again. but standing and breathing was about all she could do. The girl, barely more than a Filly, growled and tried to open her mouth to protest being pushed into the makeshift docwagon. Or going to the church. But even...

"I'm not a kid" she tried to protest, staggering to her feet "And I'll be fine. we should just do the job and be done with it."

"I'm fine!" Moonbeam said, before nearly falling out of her seat. She thudded agaisnt the table and then tried to stand up agian. her wings lulling a bit as she looked at the older ponies, more than a bit annoyed at the idea of being taken to the church. But also nowhere near able to protest

"I unno" it wasn't the same street smart lingo she usually used. It also sounded tired. And she also looked hungry, in spite of herself. The bat pony looked up at Hazy. this wasn't just teenage agnsty and standoffishness. It really did seem like she had no idea about the last time she'd taken...

She still doesn't order anything. And the longer time goes on, the more nervous she looked. Her wings folded in hard, all but shielding herself. Slumped. Shaking a bit. occasionally looking at the others and how casually they were enjoying their meal.

"Nothing." Moonbeam said, shaking her head a bit. It was a lie. she was at the very least nervous. Very nervous "I'm just trying to scan the plan. Make sure it doesn't get fragged." also a lie. and even as she said it she was... even less comfortable than before