Fallout Equestria: Dead on Arrival

by Some random Rapidash

Rating: mature
Tags: Human, Main 6, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Comedy, Adventure, Gore
Length: 3731

Merc with some serious problems try's to fight the good fight yatta yatta same old song and dance.

Rick "Tiger" Micheals is a top of the line Marksman, served in the Marines with 400 confirmed kills, 179 headshots, and 357 probables with a scope and 783 kills with a machine gun, assault rifle, and shotgun combined. After his tour of duty he joined a private military company he was so good that his company ordered his permanent retirement. Now he's in a land of technicolor ponies who want him dead.

Published 2013-08-11 15:20:02 UTC
Last updated 2014-02-15 13:58:53 UTC

Prologue

Prologue

I hate the way they portray snipers in video games. First off we always compensate for bullet drop, not just point and shoot. Second, we aim for the chest not the head. (Bigger target then the head with the same effect) Not that it mattered, I could put a round on the target at target field from St.Paul. My partner Tex on the other hand could barely hit a barndoor with a shotgun when 5ft away! But then again when your job is to silently take down people like an assassin up close and personal. He does to tai-kwon-do or something like that. I could still beat him a fist fight even if he does do that Karate shit. Lastly we don't go around doing 360 no-scopes or quick-scoping. Me and Tex were suppose to be on vacation in Florida, but are agency assigned us a mission, to kill one Gary Oaks, Notourious pimp who beats his girls like it's going out of style. Apparently one of his hoes: Ashleigh Ketchum (I'm not making this up! I swear!) hired our agency to make him disappear.

It was mid-August we were set up on a nearby roof overlooking the alleyway our client and the target were suppose to meet.

"Distance?" I asked .

"500 meters." Tex answered

"Wind speed and direction?"

"7 mph from the east."

"Humidity?"

"75."

"You ready for this?"

"Did you bring your silencer?" Tex asked.

"Yes mom! I always bring it in cases like these, infact I told you right before we left that I did get the silencer!" Of any one Tex should have known this, so yeah I was pissed the fuck off!

"Jeeze! Sorry I just forgot!" Tex said looking hurt.

"Fine. Let's get this over with." I said setting down my gun case, the gun I decided to use here was my Dragnov. After waiting for a couple minutes he finally showed up, I set my rifle up and told Tex to give me updates about the weather that could impede my shot. After 5 minutes I pulled the trigger, a second later Gary went down and Ashleigh ran off.

"Good job Tiger!" Tex congratulated me.

"Thanks, lets get back to the hotel." I mumbled "I'm beat"

Eric Langston the C.E.O of High Noon, Tiger's employer, just received word that his top two agents have just completed another assignment he sighed knowing what he had to do, Over the time, Tiger was becoming increasling questionable about what he was required to do, it all started with that assignment 2 years ago. Tiger and Tex were to good if Tiger was paid a great deal of money, he could take down him and the rest of the mercs signal handily. He went and sent a message to two of his most trusted assassins, kill Caleb "Tex" Miller and Rick "Tiger" Micheals. He finished the text, sighed again and looked out the window it was just business he needed to look out for his business he knew this was good in the long run, but there were doubts in his mind...

I was just relaxing by the pool at our hotel I had my headphones in and plugged into my iPhone and I was playing my favorite songs.

"Hey Rick!" I look up at Tex running up to me.

"Yeah?"

"I got a few things that's been on my mind lately"

"About?"

"Well, why are we taking a vacation here? Why, couldn't we go to someplace like the Bahamas

"According to contract, were suppose to be on standby and be ready for a call at all times. Any thing else?"

"Yeah, how come were doing more and more of this," Tex lowered his voice "Illegal stuff?"

He had a fair question there, most of are work is simple bodyguard duties and sercurity, not that we don't love action or anything, "You know, I don't know either, I'll take it up with our CO, sound good?"

"Alright then, I'm going up to my hotel room."

"O.K see you tomorrow?" I asked.

"You know it!" He exclaimed as he walked into the hotel, his head almost colliding with a chick's boobs.

I laughed "You're a pig dude!" In response to that he flicked me off. I until I heard the sound of glass smashing and the screams of Tex then followed by a sickening crunch. With my headphones still in I raced towards the noise when I got there I saw Tex in a pool of blood and shattered glass, I looked up at the window where he fell judging from the height it looked like he would have broken a few bones not be near death then I saw that there was blood by the truckload coming out of his stomach.

"Who did this to you man?" I asked him

"I don't know." He responded barely getting it out. "Rick, I see, I see a light."

"No! No! No! Run away from the light!"

"Rick! Tell my girlfriend, tell her, tell her I'm sorry." After those words my friend who survived two bullets to the leg died. I ran a my bloodstained hand threw my dark brown hair. I took a deep breath, closed my friends eyes then proceeded to run upstairs to his room, looking for the bastard responsible for killing my friend I was on his floor and running to where his room was when. BOOM! I felt a bullet enter my arm then I couldn't feel it and I passed out at the sight of my arm 2 inches away from where it was suppose to be, must have been a 50 cal I thought.

"Are you sure you we should do this?" Tex asked unknowingly.

"Yeah it's just some cheating wife."

"Ah! O.K... Hang on I've got movement by the door."

Sure enough a woman who looke like are gal with a huge belly came out. I didn't hesitate, I put two rounds in to her chest  then when it hit me like the 50 cal that hit me in the arm... "Oh SHIT!!!" Me and Tex exclaimed when we realized what I did.

"What the hell man! You shot a pregnant lady man! What the fuck!" Tex started yelling at me.

"I didn't know! I told you what I know!" I yelled back.

"Bullshit!! Man!! You knew I wouldn't go with you on this if I knew the truth!!"

"I wouldn't agree to it either! Her husband didn't tell me!!"

I regained conscious and felt myself being thrown onto a pile of wood and paper, then my arm was thrown on me then Tex was laid next to me, then one guy poured gas all over us, then another man who was smoking a cigarette finished it then, he flicked it right between us, lighting us and whatever was under us on fire. Then I blacked out.

"Alright here's the deal!" Sgt. Marcus Hernandez giving us our briefing. "A known terrorist is suppose to be in this town, here. Once you have boots on the ground you are to aspect heavy resistance. After we have secured the infill zone you are to meet up with your squad. Colonel Henderson will assign your squad to different sections of the village you are to clear all buildings in you sector before moving on, understand?"

"Sir! Yes Sir!" We all yelled in unison.

I once regained consciousness (again) I looked to in some wasteland just as Radioactive by Imagine Dragrons. Started to play I staggered around after I woke up. After a couple hours I wandered into a camp. I heard voices so I looked in there general direction and yelled"What!?!?!?" Then again, (probably from all the blood I loss) I passed out again.

Walking Tall

I woke up in the hospital apparently a few days later, first thing I noticed was that I could feel my arm which was seeing as last time I checked mine was blown off by a 50 cal. So when I looked over I couldn't figure if I was supposed to be scared or excited my whole dang arm was cybernetic.

"Oh good your up!" Said a voice behind me, I turned around to see a doctor pony behind me with a stethoscope around his neck he was a dirt brown unicorn with a jet black mane and there was a tattoo or something on his ass of a stethoscope. "Tell me, what's your name?"

"Uh Rick, Rick Micheals" I said unsure of what to do.

"We don't know what you were, so we couldn't fit the proper cybernetic part, so we took some base

"I'm a human there's a lot more like me where I'm from."

"Where are you from?"

"I was born in Kansas City, Missouri U.S.A!" I said proudly "Now where the fuck am?!?!"

"What was once Equestria, in Ponyville to be exact, well outside Ponyville in a Peacekeepers camp!"

"Okay. So where do I go to get a fucking job?"

"What type of job?"

"Wait, where's my gun?!"

"Oh! That type of job! You can come with us till we reach a city where we're based, which is called Frontail, as for your gun... We found this box on you when you stumbled into our camp, we can't figure out how to open it!" He explained.

"Bring it here!" I yelled they then placed the case on my lap, I input the combination "it has a combo lock, you have to press down on each of the digit places, till you come to the number you want and you that 4 times it should pop open, if it doesn't you have the wrong code!"

I opened the gun case up, and there she was, her scope glimmering in the light. "Now this right here, is a gun!" I exclaimed. Then I rembered Tex... "My friend Tex! Is he here?" I asked.

Doc looked down at his hooves "we have no idea what happened to your friend..." He mumbled.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me!" I got out of the bed walked over to a tree out side the camp stared at it for a couple minutes then I brought my right hand back then I did a quick left jab with my new arm, but I didn't follow through with my right.

I walked back into the camp went right up to the doc and asked "Which way to Frontail?" Doc pointed towards the ruins of Ponyville.

"Thank you!" And I started to walk.

I was right on top of the ruins when I heard a click, from a revolver being cocked. I turned around and saw orange pony with again a tattoo on her ass, this time it was , unlike Doc's, she had the gun on connected to the saddle.

"Well, well what do we have hear? Look's like we got some sort of freak here! We could sell you to the raiders make a nice profit!" She had a southern accent.

"Look, bitch! I'm a human and I will shoot ya! Got it?!"

The orange bitch got pissed, real pissed "What.Did.You.Call.Me?"

"You heard me! Now if you excuse me, I am on my way to Frontail and I need to go through these ruins!" I started to walk away.

"Take one more step and your dead!" She was a pony and had a gun connected to a saddle she couldn't reach I wasn't scared.

"I'll take my chances! Bye, Bitch!" I couldn't help but laugh! BOOM! '"Shit!"' I yelled as I hit the dirt and grabbed Sasha's case and opened her up in record time! I looked over and saw the orange bitch with something in her mouth, and the revolver smoking. "How did you-"She bit down and, BANG! She fired again, this time it hit my left arm, I barely felt it.

She dropped the thing in her mouth which I guess was the trigger, and stared at wide eye me. "What the-" I cut her off there, because Sasha had something to say. "Who are you?" She asked me, death waiting stage left.

"Tiger." I said plainly "you?"

"Applejack, named after my great-grandma, who was the element of honesty." She answered.

"Wait what?"

"Before all this-" she gestured to the surroundings "it was lush and green. There were six friends Applejack my great-grandma, Rainbow Dash, Fluttershy, Pinkie Pie, and her!" She said "her" in a bad away.

"Who's her?" I asked quizzically.

"Twilight Sparkle, she created the bale fire bombs, that caused everything, you see here! She survived the blast and turned into a ghoul-pony while her friends, (the elements of harmony) blew up! She's still alive off in the Canterlot castle." And with that she died. With her eyes still open, I left her carcass right there. And went on my journey through the ruins.

Trigger Happy

I hadn't gotten half-way through this cursed town when yet another a pony, this time a lime-green stallion.

"Hold it right there cowboy!" It sounded like the guy was from Sicily or some Italian country in that area. So I turn around and see him this Slyvester Stalone type of  guy (get it?) is holding a hunting rifle point blank with magic, now I had already put the Dragonov in the case and if I reached for it he would kill me. So, what did High Noon and the Marines taught me what to do, absolutely nothing! If anything taught me about being held up, it was from a Junior high school health book: When being held up give up everything on you even your clothes if necessary if the guy is black because he's armed, if the guy is white kick him in the balls and run away. (I was raised in a town where if a guy was white and he did a bad thing, he was thought to be from a different county, and all black's were drug-using gangsters, I was the only one to be kicked out of my town for life.) Nothing about an Italian stallion (still don't get it?) that was green and wanted my shit! So I played it by ear.

"What?" I asked

"Word has it that you throw quite a few bullets around!"

"So?"

"I want to see the gun!"

"Why should I show you?"

"Because, I'll blow you away!"

"What's your name son?"

"None of your business!"

"Hmmm. Weird name, but with all the BS I've seen I'll take it." I grabbed the case off my back, opened it slowly then handed Sasha to him he looked at it bit then handed it back for some reason.

"Hmm nice gun... Now hoof it over!" He ordered, but I did the smartest thing I've ever done.

"Hoof it over? You want me to hoof it over? Umm, least time I checked I don't have hoofs, I have hands!"

"Hands? What the fuck are hands?!?! Just hoof it over!"

"Like I said before I have hands! Not hoofs!" Inside I was laughing my head off, this guy was dumber than a bag of rocks!

"Enough with the funny business! Give me the gun!" Well, time to put on my funderwear!

"Or what?" I asked.

"Or I'll kill you!"

"Umm hello! I've a gun that fires 15 FMJ rounds, with a scope for long range and a sight for close range, and I have it out in my hands."

"You mean hooves?"

"No I mean hands! I have hands! You have hooves!"

"Shut up! Fine, hand it over!"

"Don't you mean hoof it over?"

"Yes. I mean no! No I mean yes! Hey! What are you laughing at?!?!"

You! You are so sad! You don't even know how close to heaven you are!"

"Wait. What?" Mr. None of your business looked awfully confused.

"Figures you handed my gun back to me when you asked to see it!" I explained.

He was still trying to put two and two when their was a scream. "Ahhhh!" It sounded female.

"Shut up bitch!" Screamed a second voice.

"You hear that?" I asked Mr. Stallone.

"It was probably an animal" he said nervously.

"That was no animal..." I said and with that I ran towards the scream.

A few seconds later I stumbled upon a camp, quickly I took cover behind a tree, quick scan of the place showed several other horses some with weapons mounted on a saddle, some with weapons nearby them. But the sight that made me determine that they were hostile was a little filly unicorn, bound and gagged. Beaten bloody by the looks of it. Despite the overwhelming number of horses this was a piece of cake, though true there were to many to take all at once, stealth could easily tip this into my favor. My first move, wait for one to move away from the camp, I waited for a minute or two before one moved away. While sneaking up to the mare that left camp early the filly saw me and started to move around, I put my finger up to my lips to tell her to keep it quite, she nodded. I snuck up using the shadows and other tents as cover, when she was an arm's length away I grabbed her and snapped her neck, quickly I searched her body and found a knife. Weapons that don't use gunfire are always useful with stealth and sometimes during an assault since they don't need bullets.

"Perfect..." I muttered.

Next guy went down slightly easier, I placed the knife in his chest covered his mouth while going "shhhhh."

The next few were dispatched with haste leaving two left. I was about to pop out when Mr. Stallone or would that be Schawartznager, because I was rolling on the Itallion Stallion X-rated movie thing. I notice his ass tattoo is a cage, all of the other ponies in this camp had similar tattoo's. Now my rage knows no limit, I come out of cover throw my knife at the mare to the left embedding it in her skull. Her companion gets up, but he's to late, with my robot arm I lunge at him and break his jaw off. Now I turn to Mr. Terminator I grab a pistol and shot him twice in the leg, he cries in pain but that is all mute to me.

"Now you listen and listen good, if I ever see you again I WILL kill you! Do you understand?" He nodded, "good, now run, you got twenty seconds."

And there he went hobbling as fast as his three legs could carry him. I then turned my attention to the filly, I cut the gag and the rope bounding her hooves, she embraces me warmly I was taken by surprise by the hug, but after a second I wrap my arms around her, I wanted to say 'it's okay, no one will hurt you any more,' but I don't it gets caught up in my throat.

What is wrong with this picture?

"Wait, so your going to Fronttail?" Charlene asked.

"For the tenth time, yes!" I answered

"Why not Dise?" She asked.

"Where's that? Is it nearby?" I questioned.

"No, it's up in another country!"

"Perfect!" I grumbled.

"But we should be able to get there if we volunteer a couple of times for caravan's!" Charlene said her fiery red mane bouncing up and down. Charlene was a Red unicorn with a bright red mane, apparently when she's not bound and gagged she acts like she ate a bowl full of pixie stixs, not just a handful, a bowlful!

"Caravan's? How often do those actually get to where they're suppose to go?"

"From the one's I've been on... 0/10" after saying that she looked down at the ground. Damn! I felt like shit now...

"Look I'm sorry, I didn't know..." I tried to explain.

"No, it's okay, you didn't know..."

"Come on, let's go it's going to get dark in a bit, we're going to need some shelter."

"Sniper! Get down!" I shoved Charlene under me and collapsed on her in a matter of a second. I pulled out Sasha lined up the shot aimed just a bit wide, I was hoping to scare him off. Slavers don't deserve to live, this guy probably wasn't a slaver, probaly just a guy defending himself or his family, the shot did the trick he backed off. I eventually found a place "Carosuel Boutique" I cautiously entered and saw another unicorn... With a shotgun nearby, and it looked like it was fired with in the last couple of hours, I cursed silently. I motioned for Charlene to come back out and follow me.

After another 30 mins I found a place Sugarcube corner it was called "sounds like a bakery shop" I muttered to myself, and you know what, it probably was only their wasn't any motherfucking food! "Let's get some sleep." I told Charlene.

A few hours later I heard a blast, followed by another only seconds later.

"Wake up Charlene... And stay down" I told her. She nodded I took Sasha off the floor where I laid her, I decided to leave the case, seeing as how it's to bulky, and I might not have enough time to open the case, pull it out and shoot. We hid in the bakery for about 2 hours looking for the right time to leave (with guys like these you don't want to get caught in there path) finally I ran out, with Charlene following close I ducked into "Ponyville library" and saw the most gruesome sight in the world dead ponies every where! There was one pony impaled through the eyes I covered Charlene's eyes while we went through this house of horrors, there were cages, which proves my theory that they were slavers, however unlike the guys back where I picked up Charlene, these guys had leather barding (keyword had, looked like someone scavenged everything they could off these guys. I was now thinking maybe those guys back at camp were raiders, and they were either selling her to them, or they just bought her from them.) like the dead slaver ponies the place was picked clean bullet holes were everywhere and I mean EVERWHERE some one had decided to unload a shotgun into the doorway for no good reason.

"Fuckin animals" I muttered.