SoltLikeThis: переводы

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→“No… No she doesn’t,” I murmured as I trotted to the door. And neither did I.

→“She has no idea, does she?” Scotch Tape said in my ear, a flash of olive in the corner of my vision.

→She groaned and shook her head. “You’re nuttier than barrel of acorns…”

→Did I? I did tend to get shot up a lot. And cut… and smashed… I bit my lip as I felt some other very disturbing sensations crawling around beneath the ache in my body. Being injured should be a bad thing. Especially the kinds of injuries I dealt with. Instead, I felt... odd. “I… I… um… I…” I felt myself going bright red as I sat and lifted my forehooves and held them an inch apart. “Maybe just a tiny bit?” I said with a sheepish grin.

→The unicorn shot the rainbow slick with her beam rifle. Instantly there was a great ‘Fwooosh!’ as it ignited and created a brilliant wall of flame; already there were a few painful screams of Harbingers caught in the fire. “Ooooh…” I cooed, unable to help myself. Pretty... Then I ducked as the tank and the Harbingers outside began to strafe through the flames with bullets. I just hoped for a few minutes without shells.

→Oh. Red bars on the east side of the bridge, too. Even being crazy and stupid, I wasn’t about to try something like jumping. So there was only one thing to do: out came Duty and Sacrifice, and down the east slope raced me. A half dozen or so Harbingers were in the empty Steel Ranger encampment and were just starting to move out onto the highway. “Coming through!” I cried out in glee over the rain, not caring whether they could hear me or not.

→At that very moment, I became preoccupied by the bite of a bullet into the armor plate of my rump. I looked right towards the … ohhh, wasn’t that a whole lot of red? Wow, they must have run their hooves off to catch up with me! From the few I could see through the rain and the wan light, these were not happy ponies. I grinned. “Sorry to run, but some ponies who are trying to kill me have just arrived!”

→“Then who?” I blinked, but he just stared out into the rain with hard, hard eyes as his hooves shuffled the cards before him.

→“Not just Luna or Celestia,” he said in a low, dangerous voice.

→“You want to hold Luna’s corpse responsible?” I asked with a shaky, uncertain smile. “Sure. Go ahead. Blame a pile of bones, if you want.”

→“Not everything, Blackjack. The corpse remains. And if it remains, it can be held responsible,” he said.

→Except for Gardens of Equestria and Project Horizons. Two things that Luna hadn’t approved. Twilight Sparkle and Goldenblood pulling something that Luna hadn’t okayed. I thought back to Fairheart’s files. “Luna must have had a good reason. She was the ruler of Equestria!”