Fallout: New Pegasus

Havenwyn was established near the end of the war. It pretty much acted as a place for soldiers to get a little R&R before sending them to their deaths. After the bomb, every one left. But it was recently brought back up by some wanderers who happened to pass by the town and decided to settle there. The town wasn't very impressive when we arrived, but then again, neither was the entire land now. The first thing August ran for was the outhouse. All of the locals were giving us looks. At first I thought it was because August nearly trampled ten ponies trying to get to the bathroom, but then as I looked around, there were a bunch of other ponies, all nailed to differently shaped metal beams. Beneath the nailed bodies were bonfires that slowly crept up to the helpless victim. I could tell they were all alive, but barely. Next to one of the dying ponies was a red flag with a strange looking creature on it. It appeared to be a dragon hybrid with a deer antler on the right side of his head, a blue goat horn on the left, one long fang, a snake tongue, a goat beard, the right arm of a lion, the left claw of an eagle, the right leg of a lizard, the left leg of a goat, a bat's right wing, a pegasus' left wing, and a dragon-like snake's tail with a white tail tuft. The shape of the creatures body resembled that of a snake. The creature was encircling a Sun and Moon crescent symbol. The flag barely fluttered due to the lack of wind.

I was turning into a nervous wreck just by looking at the poor bastards, and I don't even know what the ponies who did this look like yet. Then, ponies in red-colored armor got out of the houses, all armed with weapons. Their armor appeared to be made out of animal hide. Out of all the intimidating-looking ponies, one walked up to me. I noticed that he had a dusty old rifle strapped to his back, along with a rusty machete. Judging from the difference in his armor, I could easily guess that this one was the leader. He stared at my suit for a good 5 minutes, then he spoke in a deep, dry voice. "This is Safe clothing, yes?" I tried to say yes, but all that came out of my mouth was the sound of chattering teeth. "And your friend?" He pointed to the outhouse, where August just exited with a face of relief slapped on his face. I nodded. Two other ponies walked to the leader's side, one accompanied by a dog who was growling loudly, the other armed with a double barrel shotgun that was held together by tape. Finally, I got the courage to speak. "L-look, buddy. Y-you seem like a nice guy. All we w-want is some new clothing and we'll b-be out of your hair." I managed to stammer out.

The guard with the shotgun suddenly lifted his weapon, aiming at me. I shot my hoof for my pistol and aimed back at him. We were in a standoff when the leader held out his hoof, aiming at both me and the guard. "Gentlecolts, that will not be necessary." I kept my aim until the guard lowered his gun, then I did the same. "New clothing, you require?" he thought for a minute while I filled in a confused August on the situation. "I will offer you a deal. Your weapon," he pointed at my pistol. "And in exchange, I will give you some of our best armor. Made from the very skin of timber wolves." It was tempting, but this pistol was our only weapon, except for the knife August found in that destroyed house that he almost killed me with. I'm still gonna have to get him back for that, but we're getting off topic here. "Why do you need my pistol? You seem to be well armed already." the leader just shook his head in disappointment. "Looks can be deceiving. Our legion is very short on weapons, and our war with N.E.I.G.H.S is only beginning. We need everything we need to defeat them." I read about something with N.E.I.G.H.S. I read something about a war going on between them and a group called "Discord's Legion of Chaos". they must of been part of it.

"What do you think we should do?" I asked August. "Just give them the gun. We'll probably find more, right?" he wasn't too worried about losing our only decent weapon. Seemed a little strange of him. I sighed and took my pistol. "Alright, you have a deal." "Let us have the gun first." I handed the gun to him. He took the gun from me and looked at it with glee for a split second. He's acting pretty weird for just one gun. "I am a pony of my word, and since you have fulfilled your part of the bargain, I will fill mine." He turned to one of his guards. "Get the armor for these gentlecolts."  he said in a higher, more awkward tone. I was starting to get suspicious. The guard entered a tall building that appeared to be in the center of town, and exited a few minutes later carrying two pieces of armor on his shoulder. He plopped it down in front of me, letting both ash and dirt fly into my eyes. I wiped them clean and took a look at the armor. It was indeed tough and thick, but one thing bothered me. The theme of the armor. It had the legion's symbol all over it, along with it's main colors. If any N.E.I.G.H.S saw me, they would probably shoot on sight. Maybe if we were lucky enough to find some paint, we could go over it. But I couldn't complain. We needed protection against the dangers of the Wasteland, and this armor was going to give us just that.