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Do we really need to get involved with this? Need I remind you both the reason I'm along here is because I don't fancy being killed by one of those megaspells on that thing, the thing you two crashed and has already started attracting attention, if that pile of gore I kicked off the cliff a few days back means anything? Crash said, irritated, as Night Strike placed a hoof against her mouth, looking a little faint. Huh, maybe the food just doesn't agree with her, or something… I kicked a rock along as we walked, eventually losing sight of it as it rolled down slope towards the lake.

Well, they might have a portable generator there, you never know. I said, trying to rationalize the trip. Crash Dive let off a sigh and gave her head a shake, muttering something about surface dwellers as we walked along the lakeside. Besides, it shouldnt take more than a few hours, anyways. We can spare the time, right? We continued down the road, passing by a caravan heading towards Hopeville. It wasnt long before the dam came into view over the horizon, the curved concrete wall just barely visible above the water it was holding back. A large building stood just beside it on the opposite side of the lake, a set of three large letters affixed to a rusted metal sign above it, reading 'North Vanhoover Hydroelectric' beneath.

We opened the fence blocking off the top of the dam, trotting along it for a short ways. I turned my head to the side, staring out over the lower lake in front of the dam — boy, that was one hell of a drop. I swear my first instinct whenever I see a giant cliff is to throw a rock over it. We made our way into the structure built halfway along the top of the dam, stepping through the doorway and heading down a long set of stairs, several turbines sitting idly in the center of the dam below us. We trotted along the scaffolding above the turbines, staring down towards them. Well, they dont look damaged from up here, at least. We may as well see if we can find the control room first.

Our hoofsteps echoed through the concrete structure as we crossed the lower scaffolding, the quietness eerie, to say the least. Night Strike glanced upwards to one end, spotting a large glass window into another room. That might be it. She said, pointing it out. We all began to walk towards the side with the room, looking for some stairs. Hey, heres an elevator, maybe its still working. I gave her a worried look but she just waved her hoof dismissively. Oh, fine, find the stairs yourself then if youre that worried. She punched a button, the doors sliding open noisily into the small elevator. See, it doesnt look that bad.

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Posted previously at: 2015-03-22T12:36:10