Nar Yakushi

Rusty sits within the garage of his mechanic's shop. Around him, 10 other stallions sit, or stand while engaged in a fairly heated conversation. After weeks of laying low, they set back out to putting up posters, and spraying graffiti around town last week. Sure enough, two days ago, someone took down all the posters they put up   "Is that 'Woke Warrior' such a no-life that he's just looking for our work every night?!" Copper Coil, a local electrician rants, throwing his hands into the air. "Or maybe he's not working alone." Synth Wave, one of the younger members of their group comments. The others all mumble agreement. There's no way this is one person taking down all their work. They're putting things up all over the town! Far too spread out for one person to hit in one night! "We gotta do something about these guys. They're ruining OUR town!" Copper growls. Across from him, Rusty simply nods over towards a cabinet in the corner of the shop. The group all look to the cabinet, then back to Rusty. They know what's inside, and what Rusty is implying by pointing it out. (https://youtu.be/2kgJy0kZGvE?si=e3M3emk7a7a2-VLS) The question is... Where do the guards draw the line? They're good with the graffiti, and posters, but what about murder?  Copper opens his mouth to speak again, only to be cut off by Synth. "Hey. Do you guys hear that?" The whole group goes silent to listen. Sure enough, Rusty hears some sort of sizzling sound coming from one of the garage doors. He stands up, and goes to inspect the door, only for a large hole to suddenly burst open in the middle of it! Stinging acid splashes onto Rusty's arm, and he lets out a yelp of surprise. He stumbles backwards, nearly falling into one of the wells he uses to work on the underside of cars. Jagged, black claws grab both ends of the hole. The sound of sheering metal fills the garage as a massive black dragon tears his way into the garage. The group inside the garage is so stunned, they don't even react when a second, red dragon enters the garage through the same hole. None of them see the smaller, hoodied figure enter behind them. The black dragon lets out a roaring battle cry. The likes of which, no sane individual could manage. His claw flashes out, and snatches up one of the older stallions. Then, as easily as someone might toss an empty soda bottle, he tosses the stallion behind him. The stallion slams into the concrete wall of the garage, and hits the ground with a resounding ''. The red dragon's maw sparks momentarily. Synth, and two others barely have enough time to scramble out of the way as a torrent of flame launches from the red dragon's mouth. One stallion cries out as his left foot is caught in the flames.  "Grab the shotgun!" Rusty screams, just before a black clawed foot slams into his chest. He hears multiple cracks, and all of the air rushes out of his lungs. One young stallion grabs a wrench from one of the tool racks, and lets out a cry as he charges the red dragon. The dragon turns to face him, just in time for the wrench to connect with his chest. The dragon growls in anger, and the young stallion instantly shrinks. He's quickly batted aside as the red dragon decides his next target. Copper rushes to the cabinet in the back corner of the garage. He frantically grasps at the handles. Fear making his movements jittery, and uncertain. There's a resounding metal thud, accompanied by the sound of snapping bone. Copper screams as his hands are smashed into the cabinet by a metal baseball bat. He stumbles backwards, only barely catching a glimpse of a figure in a black hoodie just before the bat slams into his stomach. He crumples over onto the floor before a booted foot slams into his side, knocking him over. As the figure is distracted, Synth grabs hold of a small lug wrench, and hurls it at the hoodied figure. The figure's head turns just in time for the wrench to connect with it's nose with a resounding wet crunch. The figure lets out a growl filled with a mixture of pain, and anger. To his horror, Synth watches as the figure reaches a hand up to his nose, and, in one swift motion, sets it back into place with a loud crack. Even behind the goggles covering the figure's eyes, Synth can see the tears streaming down his face. He never sees the fist of the black dragon connect with the side of his head. That night, police, and EMS are called out to Rusty's Fix-er-Up by a passerby out on a nightly walk. They report one of the garage doors being in ruins, and hearing groans from inside. When the police arrive on scene, they find the garage in tatters, and 11 injured stallions strewn about the garage. Each in a varying state of consciousness, or unconsciousness. There are no signs of the perpetrators other than partially dissolved, and burnt tools, machinery, and concrete. 

Rusty's Fix-er-Up is a reputable mechanic shop in Ponyville. Owned, and operated by an older gentleman who customers only know as "Rusty", the shop is considered one of the best in town. Rusty is knowledgeable, quick, earnest, and all around, a great guy! He'll fix your car up quick, and only do what needs to be done! None of that snake oil crap about needing a new alignment screw, or stuff like that! He's an honest, fair, and kind business owner, who really cares about his customers! At least, that's what the locals say. When Nar looked up reviews for Rusty's Fix-er-Up online, he found a seemingly flawless five stars. Most of the reviews were from locals that went on and on about how 'genuine', and 'honest' Rusty is. However, after some digging, Nar managed to find a few 1 star reviews on different review sites. One review by a griffon mentions their review getting taken down on the most popular review site. Another mentioned having to wait 2 hours, just for Rusty to tell them personally that he didn't have the parts they needed. When they asked if he could order them, he just told them they parts were out, and to look elsewhere. A quick search tells Nar that this reviewer is a zebra. More searching, and Nar finds similar stories from all manner of non-pony reviewers. So, when Nar begins his stake out of the mechanic's shop this afternoon, he's  fairly certain of what he'll find. Throughout the day, Nar watches as Rusty goes about his work. Most of his customers appear to be ponies. They come in with car troubles, and leave an hour or less later all smiles. Then, halfway through his stake out, Nar watches a yak step out a large truck, and head into the shop. At some point, Rusty comes out, and pulls the car around. When Nar goes to check if he's pulled it into the garage, he finds the yak's truck just sitting behind the store, out of view, while Rusty works on the car of a mare who came in 40 minutes after the yak. Nearly 2 hours after he pulled the truck to the back, Rusty brings the truck to the front again. About 3 minutes later, the yak exits the shop, visibly enraged. He slams the door of his truck, then peels out of the parking lot. Now, that isn't enough evidence to tell Nar Rusty's allowing the group of punks spreading hate at night to use his garage willingly. There could be any number of explanations for Rusty's actions, but Nar's hopes aren't high. At the end of the afternoon, as the sun begins to set, Nar watches as Rusty closes up shop for the night. However, he never actually sees Rusty leave the shop. Maybe he just lives in his shop, or maybe he's got some work to catch up on. Nar can't be sure. As the light of the sun fades, and is replaced with the florescent glow of street lamps, Nar continues his stake out. For 3 hours, Nar watches Rusty's mechanic shop like a hawk. Looking for any signs of movement. At around 9 PM, Nar sees a group of 3 approach the shop. They go around the back, but by the time Nar manages to move to look for them, they're gone. Looks like they've gone in through the back. Well. Time to wait here for the next few hours. Nar doesn't have to wait long. 10 minutes after the first group appeared, Nar spots the two stallions he trailed from the night before approaching the shop. The two approach a back door. One gives an oddly specific knock. The other keeps watch over his shoulder. Nar slips a little deeper into the dark alleyway he's watching from. A few seconds later, the door opens. Just enough for Nar to get a peek inside. There's no mistaking the face on the other side. That's Rusty. The two stallions slip inside. Nar maintains his vigil throughout the night, watching as a total of 10 stallions enter the shop through the course of the night. A few leave at points throughout the night. Likely to put up posters, or spray graffiti. At the end of the night, Nar returns home. Before he heads to bed for the night, he sends of two texts. One to Steeltrap, the other to Ryuji. "I need a favor. Any chance you could swing by Ponyville sometime soon?"