Hope on the Horizon [NSFW Content, anthro]

Time has passed since the coming of the new era. Gone are the days of the old worlds, destroyed by greed and conflict. From the ashes, rose a new age of power and order, bringing with it advancements in technology never once dreamed by pony kind. All was not as it seemed, as those who rose to the top had other agendas in mind…  
Our chapter in history begins in the ruins of the great pony city of Manehattan. Those who remember the old days, live amongst the rubble and despair, cast out by those that have moved on. One might call them slaves, others a living sentiment to the days where the elites didn’t control everything, watching the population from their high towers.  
Now, as those who refuse to accept their life, attempt to survive, against a power that seeks to eliminate them from existence…  
 
 
 
Trying cyberpunk again, anti-gravity stuff is extremely rare and cybernetics aren’t THAT advanced but other than that go crazy. We’ll be starting out in a small camp in the old port. Sheets are appreciated but not required.

(I’m in. Finally derpi is back)

@Pizzamovies  
(IT BEGINS)

“Well..guess that’s it then isn’t it”
 
He thought to himself as he took the last few sips out an aged can of pure water. He lowered it and inspected the faded label before tossing it to the side, clanging across the ground.
 
With a grunt, the earth pony got to his feet, Turning slightly to the left. He leaned against a large, orange shipping crate, it’s sides streaked with rust and age. Looking out, past the dim lights of the small camp, he could see the harbor, and the ocean beyond.
 
he was about to sit back down when he heard the crunch of gravel, somewhere behind him. Perking his ears, he suspiciously turned and scanned the jumble of crates and junk behind him.
 
“Alright, whoever’s back there has ten seconds to fuck right off”

@Pizzamovies  
The figure behind him was a large one, a hybrid who could easily be mistaken for a full blooded dragon. One of the mechanics of the camp responsible for keeping the improvised power grid up along with maintaining vehicles and equipment of the less mechanically inclined.
 
“Well then screw you too… I’m just out here trying to see what you’re up too… Not much to see here that hasn’t been seen enough times already.”

@Prince Artemis  
a little taken back, he gave a chuckle and relaxed. His posture going more slouched as he leaned against the crate again.  
“Oh, shit Sky. My bad. I thought you would have been off with a salvage team or something.”  
he gave a nod behind him, towards the gate of the camp. Usually small groups would travel out into the city to grab whatever they can. It was safer under the cover of darkness.

@Pizzamovies  
Sky would just shrug a bit leaning up against the rusted container himself.
 
“Took the day off to work on some personal projects. Salvage teams will do just fine without me. Security hasn’t been very active lately and I have most of what I need.”

@Prince Artemis  
“You taking off work?” He scoffed with a weak smile  
“Everything you need? I heard that you got something planned..”  
he pauses  
“Hope it’s not just rumors”

@Pizzamovies  
“Eh…mostly a few personal projects I’m procrastinating on. Been doing a little street racing on the side so theres that, working on getting some of our larger vehicles in working order…”

@Prince Artemis  
“Street racing? Okay, now your pulling my leg”  
with that he pushes off from the crate and starts to walk off  
“Come on, its getting cold”

@Pizzamovies  
“Everyone needs a hobby. Besides Horizon security has bigger problems to worry about, bikers and extremists come to mind.”
 
Sky would shrug a bit heading back to the proper camp.

@Prince Artemis  
“Scum. Damn fuckers. You think they would give up by now”  
they pass a few more crates piled up until they reached a clearing. A large fire was in the middle, a few ponies huddled around it, cooking something that smelled quite nice.  
to the left was a group of ramshackle huts, some kind of shop or supply. It was there they were given rations and daily news.  
to the right was what appeared to be a latticework of ladders, metal and wood, all strung together, connnecting the stacks of shipping crates. These were used as the most effective shelter available  
“I’m gonna grab a bite to eat real quick, then perhaps we can have a look at your project?”

@Pizzamovies  
Sky would nod a bit, waving him off.
 
“I’m set up at the old loading bays…logistics center….whatever it used to be, big warehouse looking building where all the sketchy lookin power lines come from.”

(Looks like this is on hold until more join)

(Would join but I know you wouldn’t really appreciate that so uh, I’ll just ghost for now)

(Who said we wouldn’t appreciate that?)