Fallout Equestria: Ponies Fall Apart

Fallout Equestria Ponies Fall Apart

Author: Cloppersdelight

Chapter 2: In which a storm calls back

Storms come and go, the big fish eats the little fish, and I keep on paddling

Author's Note: Hoofs is a measurement of distance= to half a foot or 6 inches

“OK so why the fuck did everything turn Tartarus out of nowhere?” I asked nopony general gazing over our freshly war torn streets. That damn Nail bomb’s stench lingered training my gag reflex as somehow bail of two hundred year old apples stayed in place while examine the carnage. “First Ditzey Doo swoops in dropping off the most luxurious message system of the wasteland to Juggernaut of allponies. Then Golden Shield Security swarm us as our extra Brain dead leader goes full-on-noob exploring some memory dive.” Who leaves themselves immobile in the wasteland watching one these brain movies anyway? Nopony responded as the norm to Collect Call’s rants.

Whatever forget these raiderbaiters for now these Tenpony guards should be abundantly teeming with business. Starting with the medic  first and finished with what now resembled grey pony jam, Call collected every capicious morsel not busted in Juggernaut’s damn rampage. That damn idiot would’ve taken my head off if Wildheart hadn’t jump in. OH FUCK. Guess I owe her now, and Owning anypony in the wasteland leads to favors. I finished up my search with the unpleasant notion of how and when Wildheart would cap in on that factoid. The distraction of loot only helped ease thoughts quickly tallying up six super magic potions, seven fair golden security combat armors, three pistols, two hunting rifles, ONE SUPER RESTORATION POTION(I nearly died over), and one sub-machine gun. Oh and however could I forget these three and half captives. The captives were split even on sex with one mare dragging her crippled left hind leg (Conniver's work.)

These under trained watchponies assumed us common raider stock. Most worthless raider don’t even comprehend little things such as tactics, weapon range, or even squad work. No common raider stock just rush in with tainted glory expecting the best case scenario of their victims cuddling up in a ball. These Golden Shield ponies expect this of Immortals…BIG MISTAKE. Juggernaut maybe a dingus in my book but the buck knows battle tactics (when he’s not ballistic at least). It was spectacle seeingTenpony training rush out the window after witnessing every bone of their comrades body busted. Heck their still sitting there now with Conniver guarding them all a gasped at the special theater of violence Juggey displayed (cowards).

Returning to the apple cart found my squad licking their wounds literally till I handed out magic potions. Summer Glee's supply run wouldn’t be back around for at lest anther two hours, and with our fearless leader indisposed decisions must be made.Wildedge spoke out first grinning that perfect pearly smile(I swear this pony runs thru more fluoride than the rest of the Immortals combined) . “Well now looks like the waits over.” He arched up his left eyebrow gazing over Juggernaut’s motionless bulk.”War Cloud is gone…either dead to us…or decided to the world. So do we inform the herd of this tragedy?” Wildedge trotting toward the captives as Wildheart responded. “Nothing proves he’s decided or alive yet. If that memory orb was used on him then he must’ve been alive for the process of extraction…” Wildheart’s voice shrilled a little under her helmet’s echo as her right hoof greeted her chin in deep thought. “at least that’s what Twilight Century Magazine #145 told on the subject of memory alteration.”Conniver and Wildedge stared dumfounded. Wildheart was always too smart to be a raider.If she ever left The Immortal Heard  she would easy become some towns repair pony or help a science team of eggheads. But she always answers (“that would leave Wildedge's Family alone.”).

Now’s the time for direct things towards business arrangements waiting. “Look Till that big lug informs us of our old Warlord’s demise I say we get going.” I paced over to the captives alongside Wildedge “we just took out one squad of guards which means there’s no telling how many more want Immortal blood bonuses this month. I say we cut ties here leave these pones a knife or two and get to the zoo so I can catch the next caravan before they decide to look for me and find decapitation. Then we-”

“None of us ask for input pretender.” The harsh raspy tone could only belong the only buck dimmer than ghouls (Conniver).

“What makes a false skin like yourself think you’d have any say in things besides your bitch merchant duties?” Conniver finally sermons that bigotry I loath so much.

Collect Call responded practically snarling while cocked the battle saddle. CLICK. “Look Spirit Walker you take your supremacy brahmin shit somewhere else before I turn around and educate everypony on what correct weapon maintenance does to three month old rotten barding.” To my surprise Conniver didn’t back down. The bones hanging from Conniver’s leather barding jangled towards me. I was still staring at the Captives but could feel Conniver’s rising discontent with every step.

“You-you dare take the spirits names in vain? After uttering their praise for sparing your bustard corpse…Why I would send you to those spirits you believe not right this instance.” Conniver Closed in to about ten hoofs away judging the sound of his horseshoes. “I would cleanse you now None Believer. But I would rather witness your pathetic cowering more before your eternal judgment.” Conniver is a believer of Spirit Zoology. I swear any dope with half quarter of their brains would understand the whole religion’s a power scam. It’s madding how telling these fools in direct terms how to do anything better never works. But if you print a book using a few fancy pictures along with dramatic words every sucker suddenly gain faith.

(Hum I could just rustle his jimmies before a lesson on shotgun diplomacy. BUT I’m not the monolog type.) Collect began strafing around for a shot, when the Wildtwins imposed unanimous speech to Conniver. “We agree with Collect. So the votes are decided were leaving. NOW.”  That unanimous speech always creeps me out. Either way now Call stared at a very unhappy Conniver who by his own twisted Zoopedia code was forced to oblige. Conniver spit at Collect's hooves while sheeting his survival knives.

“Well I would sit here and gloat but we still have ponies to take care of.”  I pointed to the 3.5 captives standing in various shades of damage goods. Collect began surveying the battles victims staring with the deceased marveling Wildheart’s lucky toss. These golden combat armors were in excellent condition from the start. So if Wildheart’s experiment had gone saaaay 20 hoofs right or left its nails probably deflected off the reinforced segments. Leaving their medic pony undied nobly defending his latest patient (Who I’d shot). But it did land leaving his neck snapped on landing after the blast wave washed him twenty-two hoofs away from the rest. The medic’s chest just sagged into the pavement riddled with broken ribs along with his 180° head staring back at Call with worried expression. Collect mourned the selfless ponies that die worrying for others, that’s a rare site in the wasteland and he always believed they need at least one pony to think about them before becoming nameless bones.

The other explosive fatality was the most rugged mare of the bunch.  She was also the only Golden Security pony not wearing her helmet and was also ill fated facing the blast. This mare must’ve been num to battle to insist on leaving the most important defense at home for that 20% cooler death option. This poor mare got a face full of hot slag dying instantly to seven failed lobotomizes. Her orange grizzled coat was transformed into a magnetic cactus.  Her muzzle was welded shut on the right side where a six inch nail compromised the mouth. This mare died just turning around at the wrong instance relaying…something to either medic or patient. She could have been signaling retreat.  She could have been asking if her lover was OK or telling that moral joke everypony needs from time to time when in the shit.

Regardless she died feeling nothing. The mare’s armor was rendered patching substitute for other bardings. Her ultimate worth in death was only 3 digits thanks to that perfect condition hunting rifle. In Collect Call's book she was OK, since she landed him a rifle dozen bonus with Smiling ammo supply. The earning smile was cut off when Call eyed the other captives. Seeing ponies captured never set well with Collect he heard Conniver began to oppose the groups decision.

“I’m telling you twin twits to just gut’em. We got enough lute to go back and not have to drain our ourselves keeping them in line. Besides the spirits are always hungry.” Conniver always desires sacrifices for that jaded religion he preaches.

“No. We could use more than a few dodos for training. If they survive the first night that is.” Wildedge always a bleed heart for slaves.

“Look they had potions, guns, armor with no food or water. That means we got to share a little to keep them from slowing us down. I say save what little trade we gained and let the spirits test their worth.” Oh yes let the Manticores and wild dogs decided if the half dead ponies should make it back to Tenpony that’s smart and fair.

“Look either way this comes down to a vote and I say these ponies could at least pull this apple cart we’ve been squatting on for a week now.” Yep that’s Wildheart speaking cold hard logic with monotone echo. Wildedge's grin returned at that idea. “Brain engineering brilliance as always my statue sister. We get to save our hooves for now and feed the arena later.”

“I’ll side with you twins just to see our ugly shaman pony over there disappointed” I stomp my hoof at Conniver’s directing a final fuck you while waited for his infant same response of trainee votes don’t count. But to my dismay Wildedge was tired of our squabbling already.

“Look everypony its been decided so who’s our whipping colt? “ We all followed Wildedge’s eyes to captives. They all shook in fear as Conniver trotted over unsheathing his blades.

“You worthless lesser critters better thank The Phoenix for a new chance.” Conniver walked forward poking the most maimed mare in her already pledged backleg.  “Butttt if I can’t release offerings now to starving bloodwings you little ponies better move us out before I carve off appetizers.  hahahaahahhaAHAAHAHHAAH.”

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Our detainees quickly complied with Conniver's barked directions hooking themselves onto the ancient apple cart. They couldn’t look at him or they'd get slashed. They couldn’t tardy pace or they’d be flayed. Wildedge or any of our squad could stop his sadistic torture but a brawl was sure to break out in front of freshly nabbed ponies who'd leap/lash out for freedom. Like I've always stated I don’t condone slavery…but when bartering with common raider stock it’s inedible that completed dealings may have flesh on the line. If you a trader doesn't comply with those dealings they better be prepared for terrible customer complaints in the form of bullets, blades, and bombs.

We were half way home when Connivers thoughtless actions settled us to dead halt.   “Getty Up Poines.”

“Excuse me?” retorted everypony besides Conniver. Ok let’s review there’s buck your mother offensive then there’s legit Lune Lascivious. Everypony has some deep almost genetic seeded abherrence for the word (no) mere G U term. Conniver had crossed that lascivious line leaving a single slave stallion finished fuming his shit.

“Fucken Bastard. You Immortal's have abducted everything from me now.” The stallion staggered unhooking himself before addressing our village imbecile. “OK dingus my coats been stabbed, shot, burn, beaten, and enslaved today. Which hurts more than taking all of Celestia’s stellar horn, but I’ll take my death with a little dignity over this Luna Pie.”

Instantly he leaped biting Conniver’s neck snagging rotten leather Conniver never cleans. So the slave’s next action of gagging left me none surprised. What did startled me was the swiftness of Conniver being tussled onto pavement before anypony could respond. The hopeful expressions of the other slaves told Collect a revolt was raising since its what he'd do .  One bark of wrap-up riot displaced all those aloof escapee plans. Meanwhile Conniver was finishing his fifteenth knife puncher finding out his opponent was made of tougher stuff landing hoof strikes and still gnawing deeper into Conniver’s collar. Conniver proclaim blade skills failed to connect a killing blow leaving him in a growing bloody pool of fiasco.Conniver's preferred zebra martial arts utilize his Knives in flintlocks rather than mouth griping. This prove a disadvantage here with the slaves hooves grappling above Conniver’s shoulders preventing critical head hacks, and leaving little space any moves aside from blind rib jabs only. They wrestled on the pavement sluggish and clumsy till finally Conniver rolled on top with his muzzle busted and face bruising never looked better. All eyes were on Conniver as he rammed his survival knifes deep into that slaves chest and began bench pressing space between them. Slowly savagely with the slaves quick jabs still pummeling him, Conniver exhort inch after inch of space till full extension.

“ARRRRRHAAAAA. Fucking get off.” A chunky rip soon fallowed with raider vocabulary in spades as blood flowed from Conniver’s neck.

The slave jerked in for another bit connecting with Conniver’s head butts. Bam. The first one made the slave flinch as his front teeth detonate from his month. Bam. The second forced his eyes closed. Bam Bam Bam. Blow after blow rang off the asphalt leaving the slaves eyes spinning. Bam. Pulling back for the seventh Conniver was finally reached free. Conniver stood stock for a second at slave that wouldn’t bleed out. “You son of a bitch. H-How dare you tarnish my sacred flesh.” Conniver carved in with room for his favorite affair. The half conscious slave onset screaming as stroke after stroke left him split open to world. Rip. The Slaves last meal began to overflow out his intestines. Slash. I could hear his punctured lung gape for life obtaining blood in a new goreifice. The assault was wild slits of raider art for all the Manehatten creatures to witness and laugh that madding laugh. The slave tried to join in symphony with his last breaths but found only a gargled wheezing as he died on his terms. This Pony Died a true Stallion’s death. He may have a cap value of 0. But his death carried with it things that can’t be bargained for Honor, Pride, Content. Witnessing this slave no this security guard’s death reminded me to never bet with a pony who has nothing to lose.

The other slaves just cried and shuttered close to one another. Like all ponies these golden security ponies had been a herd. Now they witness another of their pride become a theater of violence today. These slaves were a perfect batch now physically defenseless and mentally broken. Conniver sliced and gashed countless times before preaching a Zoopedia chant for sacrifice speaking on hopes that this flesh would satisfy manticores or bloodwings this night before the cursed rot would taint it. The wild twins were speechless. Somehow I could tell Both were disappointed in this outcome.

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Conniver propped back on the cart and gave the order to move out double hast. With the slaves newly reinvigorated we made great time on the way back to the zoo in total silence.Collect was surprised when those front bronze gates came into view in less than hour. A trader caravan was halted at the gates waiting for me or War Cloud to commence trade. Looks like this trader was smarter than the last bunch who found out what boarder lance are.  As we drew closer it became clear which Caravan was waiting. As the hue of a faded yellow taxi carriage could only belong to Smilen Ammo Supplies. We entered now in the Zoo’s empty parking lot. Collect noticed a little foal jolting about the trade taxi.  The foal was gleefully bounding around talking to the hauler with a smile that seemed...a little off.  That beam could only belong to Summer Glee. Who should have met us half way coming back. Summer Glee’s emerald green coat and sun yellow mane and tail danced about between the wheels of the caravan carriage. The little colts smile end with an uh-oh as rusted axles skidded concluding the trip. The gate guard patrol gave the same greeting as norm “The Coyote spirits protect your return with blessings” We filled out of the apple cart with the wild twins tossing out Juggernaut. The cart its self could still move and could be the biggest loot this trip if polished up and greased. Collect Call sized up the cart for full pricing when an all too familiar greeting of Smiling Jack forced business mode.

“psst hey asshole I heard you got some worthwhile shit this time.” Yep same Smiling Jack same fuck every wastelander attitude.

Collect perked up with a sales pony pitch.“Hey yourself sir. Now do I have what you want… MMM-Yes. Do you have anything note worthy? Mmmaby you will after trading it off of me.” After emptying everything collected over the past week out Smilen Jack eyed the new guns picked up today first.

“Alright their isn’t no way youss can scrounge up another dozen decent rifles this week asshole. So where’de you Immortals do find some secret steel ranger armory?” Oh jack you still keep prying for all my secrets with all the bartering tack of a Super Sledge .

“Oh you know it’s a simple matter of requesting politely to every Tenpony security guard to give us their junk. And from there my earth pony magic repairs everything better than your horn ever could.” Bowing at the end sent this unicorn the rare better than magic card every earth pony tries to showoff, when possible.

“Whatever asshole. You know the deal a dozen good rifles gets you one hundred fifty extra caps. By the ways I’ll take all those other bear armaments off your hooves too less some of these civil Immortals want to start gun practice?”

Humm 5mm nope, 10mm, nope, guess the automatic rifles are the only ones we use around here. “I guess we could work out exchange of some ammo for wrenches, hammers, fission batteries, etc etc you know that stuff we trade out every time. But you know there still the matter of that one special order is sent in a month ago .” The dealing was getting juicy now and every other pony including the slaves were walking inside as real willing and dealing began.

“Hey where’s that BloodCloud asshole? He’s the only other Immortal that trades with me since I was banished.” Jack must have found something on that order since he always changes subject when he needs time to think out a pric, and Yep he had to ask the one thing under wraps till Juggernaut came out that coma. I already knew the answer  but best not to have these guards behind blast us for speaking slander to their Raider Warlord.

“Hum Last I heard War Cloud was still on vacation wrestling manticories or yao guai looking for proof of his of so called Wendigo spirits to make another chapter in that damn Zoopedia book.” If there’s one thing every merchant has to know it’s the art of bluffing. And my complete book of lying society style aided in mastering falsehoods daily.

“Well when you do see that Asshole tell him I finally found a magic glyph. And the price stands at one thousand caps.” Tartarus this pony may know mechanical guns inside and out but he doesn’t’ know the first thing about magical energy anything with that pricing, strange that for a unicorn.

“Come on Jack you’ve only been gone a year and doing well. Why hold a grudge against the raider who showed your mercy? “ I knew Jack was stalling still think up a price for our other arrangement so I decided to stroll along talking to the foul mouth Ex-Immortal for now)

Smilen Jack was appalled. “Mercy? The Fuck are yousss talken about? That prick cheated me out of my birthright, poison me before our so called fair fight, and kicked me out for surviving his plot against me. Tartarus The only reason I’m not a copse now is cause of yousss.” Jack was angry rightfully so, but smart enough to whisper this out with War Cloud loyalist standing just thirty hoofs away.

“Well Jack you still owe me your life till you save mine right? So if things ever hit the fan around here you know well be in touch.” Jack who was trained by the same scavengers as me now cringed at that munching of his favor before glaring over to the gate that just one year ago was his home too.

“Look Asshole if yousss ponies wasn’t one of few communities in Manehatten that’ll still trade with me cause I’m a ex-raider I would have strolled my hide to anywhere but here.” Smilen Jack Snorted before a softer expression showed out his beard silver beard that matched the rest of his body. “Look before we trade them all important chips and wires things you been rawhide me on getting for a month now...tell me are the rest of the Jackalopes OK?”

Huh guess Jack Still misses his gang. Got to give it War Cloud turning animal exhibits into family housing somehow brought these psychopaths close enough to care for one another. Sigh. “Poison Jester has become a full spiritualist now.” Sigh as much as I rag on Conniver the pony special talent is converting others. Smilen Jack just looked down in disappointment. Poison Jester was a young Jackalope that had trailed around Jack all the time like a little brother really. Thinking back Jack was the one to bring Jester into becoming an Immortal. So there’s no telling how much Discord was in there relationship. Jack Seemed to deflate after hearing that. He wouldn’t tell me what he wanted out the Young buck but he moved over to the back of his taxi. He looking right to left before pulling a locked tool box from under his carriage.

Jack glared stern into my face. ”Here take your ranger junk asshole. I-I can’t seems to think up a price for it so I’ll cap in some-then free next time.” Jack never really was a unicorn. He could barely pick up anything over five pounds with his aura and held knowledge of a few spells that worked only on small scale with his forgery talent. So I was quit surprised when the tool box was shoved lankly into my grasp nearly tripping my small frame over while utilizing only his black aura. I open my mouth in protest of those terms, but was meet with Smilen Jack hocking himself up and pulling his taxi away swiftly. Great another favor.

“Well I’m a week behind on everything now so I’ll see you next week for our never ending caps war Jack didn’t respond "Asshole" like norm. I turned to being greeted with Wildheart’s scowl…at least I think she’s scowling at me. That damn enclave helmet makes all her expressions intimidating and Wildedge is the only pony who can read her. So walking beyond the gate I trotted up to her receiving a nudge to walk with. Our Squad split up at this point as Wildedge began instructing Summer Glee in the proper educate of ration runs in the field meaning that foal goanna get it. Conniver assisted two of the gate guards in moving Juggernaut’s still motionless bulk into the rhino jail crate since everypony agreed he need some firm walls to vent on if he still was seeing red whenever that memory ended, lastly Wildheart and I took a stroll.  I knew whatever she had to say would be in private That’s Wildheart for you. At first I thought we would chonverse in my lost and found warehouse but discovering the front door blockaded wit Junk not yet organized away for sale from this past week, Wildheart let out a sigh shrugging her head a little before moving on still voiceless with me ensue.

We were now entering the Bazaar area of the Manehatten Zoo. What once functioned as shop center for food and other miscellaneous items now served as one huge tavern with raider common stock from all over Manehatten invited to party raider style every night. Bar fights were as common place. Deals went sideways over one cap. Drugs of choice were crudely drawn over the few old survivor posters left in this area to direct sober addicts. The Bazaar was filled to the brew tonight as the weekly Jackal Battle Cage fights started later, as our patrons forced whatever poor saps they’d capture recently into a death battles.

Those two and half ponies we picked up were being paraded around the bazaar currently. The ponies were displayed for anypony a little lustful Luna for action before the brawls tonight but personally none of those golden security ponies really stood out. They all seem…average. No real defining marks on any of them besides there medic and that one scared mare we left as dog meat in the streets two hours ago. It was at this point that Collect bumped into Wildheart’s heavy metal rear with a responding Clang.  Collect had been watching those ponies much like her. Wildheart didn’t even notice the bump as she watched the most injured pony break down crying a mist the raider hoard.

Her Cries only drew interest of the unpleasant kind. The Immortals in the crowd saw only weak Manehatten creatures to weak for this world or undeserving of joining their gang even if these guard ponies somehow survived the arena. The other invited raider parties present witnessed a screamer just ripe for sadistic pleasure. One could see twisted jollies spread among these outsider grins. This mare just became prim raider art in all there minds. Some would rape her, some would just slaughter her out right, but the really imaginative raiders would take time to really give this mare more than one ghastly night. Collect was wondering if that second chance Wildedge spoke about was just to entertain these guest when Wildheart surprising dashed straight thru the swarming psychotic hoard towards the Immortal leading this meat display.

Conniver’s older brother Cadaver dragged the pitiful mare in chains around the drunkard crowd stopping to ogle entertainment in front of all the different gangs in attendee tonight. Collect had bartered with only the Cosmic Panda, Red Skins, and No Face mobs leaving a few unfamiliar gangs present. Cadaver’s sloppy shitface grin was soon tarnished when he was shoved aside by Wildheart who propped the mare on her back before addressing eveypony with her helmet’s most resent repaired megaphone application.

“YOU PUNKS KNOW THE RULES. YOU WANT TO A SLAVE TO STOMP AND PUMP YOU PAY CAPS TO MADAM ZARR TO BUNK.“ With that every eye followed the pair leaving the bazaar alongside me heading straight for Madam Zarr’s Pleasure Platypus.

Collect Call could hear a riot break out as they rushed off towards the once platypus marmoreal expo. He's ears folded in  blush as they flocked every curses mention about there act. After a few moments he gathered so many categories formed from cunt being the most used expletive and by Celestia’s quirky queefing queerhole the most unique. They passed a few Immortals on the way looking to bashfully put down the squabble as The Pleasure Platypus came into view. Collect stared at Wildheart wondering why she’d stick her neck out for nopony important. This shit could have any member of those gangs coming back to slit there throats or worse, and yet here she was knight in shinning dinged up armor and all to rescue a slave that stood no chance. Collect Call could never understand mares outside of business already, which is why he regularized the Pleasure Platypus but Wildheart always baffled in her actions.

Ether way it didn't matter collect owed the mare and if she was gonna cap-in on that factoid at all the faster the better. Collect Smiled to himself. Maybe what's driven her now is a favor. If that's so a little time spent with the mare could end his debt and he would get back to talking to her infrequently. Wildheart reached for the door to The Pleasure Platypus, Collect Call dashed forward opening both doors with a big grin. "Let me get that for you frien- I mean" Collect Stopped almost saying the f word. Thinking with his cutie mark he retorted " [Fellow/u]. I mean your carrying a hefty load their." Collect Call motioned to the weeping mare still on Wildheart's back. Wildheart tilted her head as if giving a raised eyebrow before entering.

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Footnote Level up! Collect Call Lv 8

Traits: Small Frame: Your slim short build gives you all the right moves to avoid dangers, But the damage you receive to magnified. +1 Agility +20 to limb damage.

Traits: Skilled: Your awesome at all things but a task master to none. +5 to all skills -10 experience from all sources.

Quest Perk: King Maker: You have the connections to make great things happen for everypony but yourself. +20 to Barter +10 to speech when speaking on others behave.

New Perk gained: Centaur Ears: You bid your time listening to the endless opportunities spoken freely from everypony around you. What you do with it is your gain. +1 reattempt on all speech checks.

  ==SPECIAL==

Strength:4

Perception:7

Endurance: 5

Charisma: 6

Intelligence: 5

Agility: 7

Luck:5

Maximum party limit reached no more members can be added unless they are quest required.

Current party members

Juggernaut Lv 8

Wildedge Lv 5

Wildheart Lv 5

Quest members

Conniver

Smilen Jack