Fallout Equestria: Mad Max

by primeoetgrunn

First published January 1st, 1970 00:00

Max Rockatansky.

He has been chased, hated, loved and wanted.
After his wife and son had been killed by a motorcycle gang, he vowed to bring justice to the ones without.
After his trusty V8 Interceptor had been blown up over a few gallons of gas, he decided that survival was top priority.
After Thunderdome… he wanted nothing more than to live his life.

And then he ended up in the Badlands of Equestria…

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Fallout Equestria: Mad Max

Intro

"He wasn't a pony, heck, he wasn't even from the same dimension.

The first time I saw him, he was speeding at my cart with his own motorized chariot. Interceptor, I believe he called it.

When he bumped me off of the road, he came to a halt. That's all I could remember before I passed out.

At the moment I woke up, he was staring at a fire he made from some parts of my cart.

I couldn't blame him, it was pretty cold that night.

But I am trailing off.

When I looked into his eyes, I saw pain. Scars that could never be healed.

I also got a good look at his clothing. He was wearing a leather jacket with a shoulderpad on his right shoulder, a bronze He was like a hornless minotaur, if a bit more polite.

The first words he said to me were: "Ya finally woke up? I've been sittin' here for almost four hours."

He spoke with what I could only describe as a Trottingham-ish accent with little bits of Apple scattered all over the place.

He didn't look at me, just the fire.

"I never thought miracles could happen." he stated "First seeing my old car again, then being blasted to this place."

At the time he stopped looking at the fire, he reached for me with his claw. He said his name was Max. He also told me he was a guard of some sorts, I believe he called it The Bronze."

"That's enough, oldtimer." a dark coated stallion sat across the table. "We just want to know where he is."

"Oh, he could be anywhere: Ponyville, Manehattan..." The elderly stallion kept counting up some locations. "You have no idea how fast he is. Only flying pegasi could keep up with him. Nothing is faster over land than him."

The interrogator sighed. "Leave, please. We will talk first thing after breakfast."