Fallout Equestria: Ponies Fall Apart

Fallout Equestria Ponies Fall Apart

Author: Cloppersdelight

Chapter 3: System Shock

Are you Afraid? What is it you fear?  The end of your trivial existence.

We walked in with the weeping mare cringing at everything around her. Madam Zarr’s special talent of taxidermy provided endless horrors for the faint of heart. We passed fully in tacked sex posed copses admitting an atmosphere akin to no other. We walked towards the main hall with Collect Call all admiring all the sex statues, lights, and S&M teddy bears positions everywhere a somewhat overly perverse. Platypus portraits where still hang intact almost two hundred years after the balefire bomb purged the zoo. The Pleasure Platypus’ beauty shines tenfold with an squeaky cleanliness unseen elsewhere.

The platypus unlike any other mashed multiple animal kingdoms without magic giving researchers headaches as they attempted to redefine it endlessly. Information tablets sit perfectly intact granting insight into these constant concept debates. The platypuses were non-sentient and still being defined akin to every other zoo animal, but won the donations needed in creating a full extra wing building. This information was available from multiple surviving hollow taps, computers, and notes jotted down everywhere, but Wildheart seemed the only pony interested in finding this buildings history. Few others ever bothered learning anything on the zoo’s past. Wildheart remembered Collect Call asking her on information found here when he first joined two years ago. She was delighted having another scientific mind around. Until Collect Call mentioned Madam Zarr’s 10,000 cap bounty for finding any platypus dead or alive. Wildheart while agitated by his greed pestering contented herself with his childish frown when she informed him the platypus died out in Hoofington’s No Mare’s Land during the war. Wildheart gained an interesting acquaintance that night.  Wildheart snapped out of her internal monolog realizing she spent too much time thinking in her helmet’s solitude. She took off her power armored headdress breaking Collect Call from perversely marveling historical sexual scenery. She knew ogling was coming in response to the infrequent sight.

”Wow. You know if you wanted this mare this bad you had chances before we returned to have free pickens.” Wildheart deadpanned dread his way.

Sure she was considered beautify. But her Tombuckish face attracted unwanted affections from mares her barn doors didn’t swing for or the douche playcolt that resembled her brothers unfulling love life. Her onyx short puffy mane stood at attention with her scowl

“Oh come on metal head you barely ever take off your armor. Heck this is the first time I’ve seen your mug in a month.” Wildheart raised an eyebrow in protest.

“Surely you HAVE seen my face.  The WILDTWINS are identical dole the same face, same puffy onyx mane and tail with my coat a soft gold freckled emerald anywhere but my face. And my brothers a deep murky red. ”

“ You can’t forget that one freckle on the back of your neck.” Wildheart was bewildered a moment before Collect explained “Umm I mean it’s the one freckle that shows out of your armor so its uh hard to miss yeah.”  Wildheart thought it over a moment miss concluding she need to patch the neck line incase of stray bullets and ruled out Collect Call’s blush as embarrassment on the subject.

They exited the long main hallway entering the brothel area. Ponies here were raving up for guest who’d spend the night if caps jingled enough for Madam Zarr’s approval. The most lusted after Immortal Mares and stallions all worked here making some of the few caps that didn’t involve getting their hooves soiled. Madam Zarr demands pertains pay extra for using blood ridden caps and they must shower off any gore before receiving services. We entered the Showcase room with every eye darting to me. And my uninterested fame clamors the room.

“Hey look everypony Wildheart’s back.” One stallion shouted.

“And brought a stout friend too.” Said Naughty Nature Who I’ve seen service Collect Call’s ego in more than one way.

Few Immortals talk to me let alone see outside that cracked blistering enclave helmet. Most of the ponies that do are friends I’ve guarded here.  It’s was strange seeing everypony stop there idle chats to welcome me personally. Wildheart always felt anxious-but welcome and joyful at the same time here and for the first time Wildheart shared her fame with Collect Call. Who eyed her with another ogling question in wait. Wildheart was sure she’d been noticed more than once occasionally posted up against a wall in armor like a steel gargoyle.  But Collect Call akin to most other ponies she knew never asked on her frequent sightings here.

Wildheart to eveypony's dismay keep on track ignoring any number of the small talk fruits baring before her. “Sorry my little ponies but I have up-most important business with Zarr tonight. Anypony see her?” A unanimous disappointed AWWW sang out as a stallion known as Cloverland Steamer trotted up. “Well well helmet head’s got another captive for us? We’d best send her on back else Madam Zarr punishes us with mommy duty if we keep new meat from being on display ASAP.” Cloverland Steamer eyes pleaded at Wildheart to stay. He gave directions. “Look hone she’s in her art office getting the next display ready for tonight but please stay around once your done. We’ve all missed you this past week.” The stallions’ voice was too smooth and high pitch seeming to match his petite small frame alluring to be mare…OK almost a mare if one ignored certain packages. Wildheart nodded off turning rapidly down the old maintenance in attempt to hide her slight blush.

“So come here often?” Collect smugly asked as the hallway lights went dark in this section of the building.

Wildheart sighed before answering. “Look. A few years before you arrived Wildedge and I both were in training here on account of our pulchritude. We were both to become pleasure ponies till the day I killed a not so square guest stallion that wanted my brother after he said no.” by this time we’d reached the taxidermy arts room which had “De Magics” labled on the door. Wildheart put here hoof on the door and stopped. “Collect once I killed that stallion from the Red Skins the Immortals almost started a gang war with an organization we wanted to incorporate. It turned out he was the Red Sking leader at the time and every other member was getting up in arms till War Cloud stepped manage to convince the Red Skins to end the squabble in a single death battle. It was 1v1 me at 10 just out of raider school without my cutie mark V.S. Horse Cock a statuettes sized raider.” Wildheart cringed at the mere mention of his name.

She took her hoof off the door decided now was the best time get Collects help. She speculated her cutie mark story should easy him into asking a favor. “I was given one last hour to prepare for my slaughter. War Cloud personally gave me his last words for my Right of Ascension making me a full Immortal member. He talked of how my death would benefit both Wildedge and many Immortals, and then he gave me advice (use every advantage to survive).  I tell you Collect I did with all my heart. I made this metal armor back then. Sure I’ve grown and so has my armor for me to survive. I completed this armor in mind that it would protect my face enough to be recognizable at my funeral.” Collects look at that moment cut Wildheart off. It was if he he’d seen her for the first time. It was if he now regarded in a new light wondering how she-no how this creature before Collect Call could go on.

Wildheart was a bit unnerved by that before raising her pitch picked up the story with a little hidden joy. “I left that same warehouse you live out of attired in the toughest, chunkiest, and heaviest armor any Immortal had seen not worn on steel rangers. I entered the arena a laughing stock. Pieces of scrap trailing off me. The only weapon I had to my name in that cage was the same spear I’d made out of a kitchen knife, lamp post, fission cell battery. I understood how lucky my first kill was as my brother’s assailant fell to the first strike landing in the neck with a fission battery shocking submission unto the Red Skin leader till he bleed out.” Wildheart just looked downwards shaking a little at the memory. “My opponent oddly named Horse cock was allowed to bring one weapon and any armor just like me into the cage. Unlike most of the other Red Skins who just drench themselves in red paint hoping nopony would noticed. Horse Cock opted to the Red Skin true attar of no armor showcasing his coat drenched in blood. I’m not even sure what or who he even killed before our fight. But I could smell the gore flowing off him from cross the cage as battle began.”

Wildheart wiped a little sweat from her brow realizing how nervous she was. Then she thought of how her power helmet both stop sweat from doing that and how she wasn’t really as comfortable tell this story without it. She took a deep breath starting again. “Horse Cock was more than three times my size and brought a griffin revolver to my knife fight, Like he even need the extra force. That stallion wasted no time slamming into like freight train, and I was sent head over hooves flying into a cement wall. I-I remember rolling next before I could get up. I somehow dodged his second charge without sight as my over sized enclave helmet had been knocked skewed. I reset my helmet just in time to see Horse Cock had shaken off his cobwebs and sent his over sized bucking hoof to great my sides. The next thing I remember was being in flight till a responding crunch and pinging noise of my armor crushing in on me before I bounce off anther of the circlet cage walls. I tried getting to my hooves founding my first flaw in armor design. Don’t over defend joints. That last kick collapsed my oversize hollowed out power armor leggings in on my hind right leg.”

Wildheart gulped rubbing her right flank as pride soothed into her voice.” I could see the metal jam in and force the army canteen I’d split in half to protect my plots had popped off. In all the sudden confusion leading up to this point I never really had a chance to observe my now present cutie mark. Now I stared straight at it knowing it would be the last pleasant sight of my life. I gazed over the metal triangle shield now attached to my flank. The shield had a light gray color outlined. With a darker gray power armor pony embedded on it. The outline of the shield was covered in saw blade teeth. Then I noticed the bottom half of my shield had duo points not single. Making it a steep weird shape I had only learned a week prier in my final day at raider school called a trapezoid. To this day I still wonder if it would have been a different shape if I hadn’t gone to class that day.” Wildheart’s pondering face didn’t force Collect to flinch a little. Which left her puzzled till she remembered it no longer resembled a giant bug wondering how to cock its latest meal.

“Anyways back to the fight I couldn’t win. My head was ringing with my eyes glazed over my cutie mark when the next hit sent me rolling onto my spear’s tip. The responding electric shock jolted me awake. I stood up with my hind leg still lock in position finding my helmet dented from the last blow and turned skew again. This time I’d had it. If I was going to die I wanted to see death coming for me. I mange to pop my head out after three tugs and bring my spear to bear only to be meet my Horse Cock’s revolver. This was big and attached to an ever bigger bloody grin. Horse Cock would have made a great Immortal. He didn’t need words only actions and now he felt I was of no longer entertainment. I looked my slayer in the eye with no hope as his tongue slowly pressed the trigger.”

Wildheart pause for moment. Remembering why she hoped War Cloud was alive as she finshed up. “At this moment I swear I could see every aspect of Horse Cock’s gun. The hammer sliding back, the rotation of the chamber, but most importantly a wad of cigarettes stuffed down the barrel. Horse Cock’s gun back fired and exploded. The amount of adrenalin pumping in to me slow motioned his pain. The barrel burst into wicked shrapnel tearing at his eyes and snout. The bullet rebound into his mouth until it hit hard spinal cord and deflected back out taking part of his lower left jaw. That second had last hours in my mind as everypony fell silent as Horse Cock began to scream. Horse cock fell to his hunches frantically knock at his face with his hooves hoping to swat out whatever blocked out his vision. He didn’t even feel his mouth missing or his tongue falling out a new orifice. He-he screamed all kinds of curses at me calling me some kind of freak unicorn and anything between asshole and daughter of Discord he could think of. I on the other hoof didn’t know what to do I just stood there baffled till I heard my brother scream out (Finish him you dunce)  I threw full force spear chucking  unexpectedly scoring a critical blow to Horse Cocks throat barely missing his forelegs that were still trying to access what damage had already been done. Horse Cock was as sturdy as he looked taking the spear that missed his vocal cords and was still standing with half his face and neck open to the world. The stallion began berserking around not find me as I’d back up to the opposite wall praying to Luna, the Spirits, and heck even Discord to take him to the afterlife already as the fortress stallion smashed my spear to pieces even with his muscles in electric shock. I sit on my hunches on the opposite side of the cage for what seemed like hours till the buck finely gave out from blood loss. The crowd was on edge till the very last moment when Horse Cock finely stopped moving erratically giving an astonished cheer. The Keepers door was opened with my brother charged to hug me as Immortal members flooded the arena and crowed surfed me and edge out. We were taken back to The Pleasure Platypus where Madam Zarr happily greeted us along with War Cloud and Tough Love. They were the only ponies to bet on my victory and had raked in a few hundred caps to split with us. With that kind of money me and Edge bought our own living space in the zoo and I’ve been a highly respected member of this tribe ever since.”

That was more than Collect ask for but it does explain my friendliness here. Madam Zarr treats all her workers like family. All her Pleasure Ponies know she’s got there back when the guest get rough. Likewise all guest are well informed by billboard graffiti at the door what happens to those who hurt her darlings without her say so. They’ll end up as her next taxidermy project reminding every raider to play nice. Wildheart pushed the door open to witness Madam Zarr’s doll shop. The place still had organs of all kinds separated and tallied up as Madam Zarr worked on her latest piece which appeared to be some type of multiple limb frankenpony. Which currently possessed three horns, six legs, and two heads all donated from the different vandals. Wildheart remember last week before the squad left some nobody raider gang rape one of Madam Zarr’s stallions. Now Zarr had almost finished her greatest deterrent for such actions yet.

Wildheart perked up. She was unaffected by this conventional tapestry of gore before her. She sang out her greeting. “Yooooou WHHHOO Mistress. I have another fresh one for you.” Wildheart dropped the mare she’d almost forgot about since she finally stopped crying at entering this room and just passed out. Madam Zarr stopped focusing on her medical bed/worktable turning on her stool to greet us with that sharpen toothy grin.

”DARLING so good to have you back. OH. It’s always dreadful around here without you.”

Zarr rubbed her elegant hooves together thinking back. “Hmmhmm you know Cloverland Steamer and Naughty Nature BOTH have been looking forward to seeing you. They just can’t thank you enough for how you helped put down those dreadful eastern raider’s. I tell it seems like every year some half wits get kicked out of Friendship City and want to blaze a trial on everything they meet. UHF. Oh well after your display their whole gang joined up. Hmm. I guess somepony well teach them proper ways to effective raiding, so it might as well be Immortals. Best of all you killed most of their members that didn’t want to join us so I’ve been playing around with their different coat colors. BUT alas I can seem to find enough pink to balance out the main hall.”

Madam Zarr danced her way across the room partially floating on those l graceful hooves of hers, leaving Collect Call speechless and drooling a little. The mare always fashions some custom type raider armor she builds from the almost hundred bardings she orders every week. Today Madam Zarr donned a more plain gray combat armor with a feather fedora to match.

Wildheart was little embarrassed retorting. “Zarr you took out half of them. I still don’t see why you credit me to others as some total metal monster?”

“Yes but if I didn’t you would never make any friends darling. Now must tell me is that mare a darling or meat?”

“I brought this one for training.” She pointed to the passed out broken mare on the ground that Madam Zarr walked around slowly spotting out the mare’s every flaw before reaching down with her right foreleg and opening her mouth for internal inspection then taking a long scan over her other lips and orifices. She ended the examination smacking the mare awake on her smaller than average horn that Nopony seem to notice till now. The mare cowered before standing. Madam Zarr by all standers was standard. Her height, weight, and portions made her nothing to gawk at, but the fact that she is the only Zebra Immortal made her the most sought after mare in the zoo This more than anything made her extra intimidating. Zarr step-in nose to nose with the shrill mare. Zarr Spoke deeper in voice seeming almost hypnotizing in tone. “Speak mortal. Tell Madam ZARR your name.” The Mare was terrified beyond words fighting the urge to pass out again from the room around her. But after a few moments she swallowed whatever short comings she had and spoke up.

“I-IIII I’M Short Stack. Golden security reference number 347195b. YYYYou . You’re a Zebra?”

Madam Zarr Smiled taking just enough space back for the mare to witness her grin before responding. “Yes Madam ZARR is a zebra. But that matters not. What does is who you are mortal?”

Short Stack had no recollection of what to do so she just repeated “Golden Security reference number 347195b.” The response got a hard slap from Madam Zarr.

“I Ask who you are and you give me numbers? ARE YOU A SLAVE? Did you master break you in so well you could not think of anything but what they taught you?“ Madam Zarr slapped Short Stack with every question sending her back into a table marked for the temple full of fresh pulled pony flesh. Short Stacks eyes bulge at the sight. She started weeping again falling to the floor. Madam Zarr Spit a thick wad straight on Short Stack’s face at this.

“Sadly this one CAN NOT be trained. She is to weak with no resistance to speak of. She would be crushed by the first guest we send her with. This one cannot partake my life waters if her cup infinity spills.” Zarr shook her head distasteful of the mare before addressing Wildheart again. “Wild I know you and your brother both wish me to train up every captive we bring in here but if they are truly broken like this. The only fate I can arrange for them is how much there kill tag will account.” Zarr’s look was frigid containing none of that passion she’s celebrated in up to now.

“I know Zarr But if I didn’t bring her here then…she’d at least get a chance. You know how brutal those bastards can be.” Madam Zarr softly touched her hidden right eye tense.  “I-I guess I just wanted to try playing the hero.” The room chilled with Madam Zarr’s expression. It was frigid somber and lacking the glow of seduction.

“Child you say you wanted to help the helpless. But Madam Zarr knows you better than this.” Zarr hovered over meeting Wildheart’s face. “Child you can play hero all you want, but while you’re in this herd I can vouch you’ll not succeed in such actions. Instead of lies laid sweet for your friend why don’t you tell me your motive?” Zarr had seen right thru Wildheart’s Smokescreen. Wildheart looked to Collect Call seeing his guard was up now. Collect looked as scholar wait for their teacher next lesions. She wondered at that point if they were fiends or if Collect was just pitying her to this point for some cap schema. Wither or not there uneasy compainship was real or pipedream would matter in the next few moments.

Wildheart face turned stern with determination. She spoke bold with prideful undertone. “Look I’m tired of being here. I’m tired of all of this. Zarr your one of few Original Immortals alive today. You’ve seen, fought, and lived thru all three purges. I know you will survive till your time comes. Its- Its what you always told me and my brother…Well you may not want anything else but what’s here I on the other hoof have a dream to make. I want what’s possible out there, In the waste. I don’t care if I die scavenging some radioactive building or-or fall to other raiders. I want a life that I built. Not some twisted social ladder I have to clam with nothing but blood. Tell me. Am I the only one who thinks Smilen Jack got the sweet deal of getting kicked out?”

…Silence. I well see true friends for the first time regardless of what happens next. Zarr shuffled on expression roulette ranging thru pride, happiness, and distaste surprised for the first time Wildheart had ever seen her. Madam Zarr gained her composer hugging Wildheart.

“So Child you take leave then?”

Wildheart couldn’t hold back the tears her helmet hides. “YES. I-I’m taking my brother along with Summer Glee and Autumn Serenity. An-and were getting out of here. I don’t Care how much it cost. I’m doing it.”

Madam Zarr Smiled proud.“I see child. And do you know what you will do to hide from the head hunters?” Wildheart swiped tears away struggling to gain her common somber tone.“I’m fallowing my dreams. I don’t care for the impossible. IN MY HEART BEATS STEEL.” Wildheart saluted with that same stare every Equestrian volunteer poster her room’s walls showcased.

Wildheart questioned Zarr the real question she’d been holding back. “How much does it cost to by out?”

“Child its one thousand caps as it has always been. Cheap in some regards but more than a difficult task for many to acquire before their time comes.” Madam Zarr’s voice became like wisp light and volatile in tone. “You will need four thousand caps to leave this place proper. So I must ask Child how much can you atone?”

Willdheart’s ears shrank back. “One thousand four hundred and fifty seven caps are my safe. I’ve been saving up ever since you paid me for killing Horse Cock.” Zarr looked pitifully at the ground.”Look Child even if you get the rest of the money from favors it won’t matter till War Cloud returns to mandate your release. Otherwise you’ll have head hunters after you with an insane thousand cap bounty for becoming one of the forsaken members.” Zarr let every word sink in before Wildheart. Wildheart and Collect Call both looked bleak at one another with Madam Zarr’s perceptive eye Picking out their uneasy state. “Wait weren’t your squad suppose to bring War Cloud back?” Zarr eye ping ponged between us as we both looked to each other for the correct deterrent to her conclusion. Be we both admit silently that Madam Zarr would’ve detected Discord fibs.

A grim expiration entered her face. She understood everything without a word. “OK Were keeping this between us and only us. We don’t want any fanatic head hunting at home.” Madam Zarr sits on her haunches crossing her hooves.

“WOW. War Cloud survived all three purges. He fought many a greater foe. He survived dozens of assignations attempts. And he just…dies? Tell me of his fate?”

Collect Call speaks addressing with my cutie mark. “Nopony knows for now but Juggernaut’s in a memory orb that’s War Cloud’s last will. So time is on the magic ball’s side.”Zarr nodded in agreement chuckling Collects nick name. “Working out your mark Flame Brains? Very well caps don’t matter anymore what does is your destination.” Zarr jabs her foreleg into me. Madam Zarr rationalizing out loud. “Let’s see… Wildedge and his two are problematic. Unlike you they have no place to take them all. Wildheart would be denied access to friendship city for being a identified Immortal. He could survive in the mines at Shattered hoof but his children may be denied access for lack of work poetical. Hummmmm There would be no point in joining any other gang or Tenpony Tower. I am  stumbled out ideas. If Wildedge was willing to be separate from his children then He could just find a job at any dirty operation that needs extra muscle. But I’m sure even Collect Call know he loves those kids… Damn. It’s that love that may stick them here when the new order arrives.”

Wow. Zarr crossed out every recommendation itching to leave mine or Collect Call’s lips. Celestia’s celestial conundrums is there anywhere that will take a raider and kid? Wildheart let down her head hoping her two wisest friend could come forth with an idea she hadn’t. Wildheart looked to Collect Call remembering under his trader barding was cutie mark of a brain perfectly balance on a flaming tight rope. She had never heard how he got his mark but understood only that Collects special talent was quick thinking. She witness this many time as Collect could always compromise a solution when raiders wanted blood over a deal or when ever Juggernaut want to flex his position she hoped a plan could form to find a settlement  ignorant of The Immortals and abundant with opportunity and progress. There’s a chance any place won’t have work or the need for free mouths to feed. Which could lead to Wildedge repeating his old job title.

one Place was all Wildheart need and she could get her brother to leave with her just a name that had land attached to it. “The Republic” Collect Call shouted out with his head almost fuming to pull the knowledge forward. Madam Zarr looked skeptic. “I’ve gotten little business coming every caravan out of The Republic. I remember hearing tell of a small settlement with strict rules needing some more bodies to keep their committee growing. From what I hear they don’t have  raiders anymore every since they built this big metal wall to keep them out. If Wildedge could find work and not get hanged it would be there or-eck Hoofington.” The city of Hoofington was known to everypony as the worst city in all of Equestria. And Madam Zarr’s reaction to it’s mere mention was evidence of that.

Madam Zarr lowered her head. Sighing. “Very well Wildedge’s best chance is in a town that doesn’t even get DJ Pon-3 news reports. I guess with them being blind to his past and he being clean in their eyes he this could work. For now. Wildheart get your things ready to leave. The quicker you depart the better chance head hunters will never add your skull to wall of shame.

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Madam Zarr saw’s us out after that telling Wildheart she’ll split the meat cost over the mare later saying this is the best thing for saving up, But I knows it’s wrong to trade caps for flesh even Collect Call doesn’t do that. Wildheart informs Zarr to keep the caps as we leave the Da Magics room. Wildheart dons her helmet happy to avoid conversation on the way out as the first customers bored of the cage Battles slide in. Cloverland Steamer winks at her exit. Wildheart’s was glade her blush is hidden behind the mask once more.  We walk out of The Pleasure Platypus with Wildheart telling Collect Call thank you being giving sweet goodbyes from all the little ponies she guards on her free time. Wildheart began to split up when the rattle of a tool box caught her attention. “Hey helmet head. Remember those parts you need. Well here you go.”

Wildheart perked up instantly rushing over and displaying her impressive strength hauled Collect towards the Lost and found warehouse. They made the trip back in half the time it took going to The Pleasure Platypus. Wildheart could hear the crowd marveling at the death of gladiator ponies all the way at warehouse door as she skirmished threw the pills of junk fortifying the entrance. Wildheart snag the key out and tossed the last junk pill over head. The doorway burst open as Wildheart almost threw Collect Call inside as she began pulling out many pieces of electronics from both the tool box and her saddle bag.

“Ok you’re excited I get that, BUT DOESN’T this act of forced compliance count as rape?” Wildheart was too busy connecting spark batteries to her enclave helmet. She then pullout three scrap electronic chips from the tool box that she swapped out of the helmet and began using her pliers to snip multiple colored wires and replace them anew. The process was swift but delicate as her earth pony hooves showed off her special talent in every precision repair. Wildheart knew how to repair this hardware for some time now. It was the defense enclave bios lock that kept her from ever booting the damn thing up.

I knew Wildheart better than I ever had after today. But seeing her like this always reminded me of our first encounter… my instincts kicked in at that moment remembering when she first developed homemade napalm. Getting behind the hard desk table and hopping for the best. Wildheart like whenever she was tickering was a machine. She didn’t bring Collect Call here to socialize during the testing. NO NO NO.  He was here in case this blows in her face to take her to the healers or be the first to congratulate her on success. For Now she replaced the parts burned out whenever she hot wires her helmet. The most time consuming of these parts was a combat inhibitor chip. Those things take forever to find for any scavenger not willing to fight off robot guards.

The chip was imbedded into the same slot that always burned out when she used six spark batteries to overcharge the processing core. This time which Wildheart had stopped counting after attempt sixteen, Wildheart pulled out one more item the likes of which she only witnessed in an almost completely ruined stable-tec manual she ever found as a filly. It look like a spiral wand with the words st-ble tec- Vau-108  half legible on the side. The wand powered up as Wildheart connected the jumper cables to the enclave helmet like all those times before. Like before sparks flew from circlets over charged and the insect eyes displayed the same massage legibly scrolling on the outside insect eyes stating.

The enclave as far as any Immortal knew were air power armor Pegasus that only come down once a year to tango with the steel rangers over technology no other pony could use. The only good thing that comes from these battles are power armors collected from the fallen before either side can pick them up. Legends say this mysterious Enclave will leave the scavenger along if they leave any hollow tags found behind. Wildheart’s monolog stopped short as the helmet asked the same question as before but this time with just one click of that wand some kind of hallow graphic scene pulled up giving multiple options. The wand became hallow graphic pen allowing interaction between the two devices. Wildheart read all the options slowly before click the Salt random access code. Then a four digit number display ran every number between 0001-9999 till 1330 was showed. Wildheart then pressed the insert command. The room fell silent of only the hum of the helmet as the bios message changed.

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Wildheart was practically glowing at this point. The eyes had a steady glow that displayed information on the opposite side now. Wildheart greedily placed her helmet on full of joy. Wildheart was taking in her greatest successes she held hoofs high delivering joyous shout. She began to jig around in her metal armor. Wildheart felt nothing could bring her down when her metal armored hoof stomp upon the electricity line as a painful buzz sound emitted.

The last thing she saw was Collect Calls month griped the pliers jitterbugging as they snapped the jumper cables…

“Wildheart? You still under there? W-I-L-D-H-E-A-R-T. Sigh. How do you keep doing this?”…

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Footnote Level up! Wildheart Lv 6

Traits: Surgeon’s Hoof: Your hip bone is connected to your back bone which connects to your face bone. Your ability to strike weak points is astounding but requires pin point accuracy. +15 critical chance -7 damage to non-critical attacks.

Traits: Built to tinker: Did I do that? Your imagination is your greatest skills but you spent too much time in the lab and never enough time on the range. +5 damage to all created weapons +10 to science and repair -20 to Guns and Magical Energy Weapons.

Quest Perk: Nerves of Steel Level 1- YOU BROKE PROTOCOL SOLDIER. You…somehow are now self-educated in power armor training. You can now where power armor.

New Perk gained:  Intense training – Charisma (4-5) I guess I should look ponies in the eye when talking to them.

==SPECIAL==

Strength: 6

Perception: 5

Endurance: 8

Charisma: 5

Intelligence: 6

Agility: 6

Luck: 4

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

Current party members

Juggernaut Lv 8

Collect Call Lv 8

Wildedge Lv 5

Quest members

Madam Zarr