Fallout: Equestria- Arcane Division

A clang echoes through the dark chamber. With a couple more hits the metal panel fell to the floor with a clatter. The light from the hole bathes a large area cutting through the darkness.

The shadowy figure of a griffon drops down. She walks down the corridor her bird eyes reflecting what little light that was there.

“Yes, this shall do nicely, very nicely indeed,” A grandiose male voice remarks.

“It’s not a Stable but its close,” The griffon remarks, “This is what is known as a Stall. It was what was built to protect ponies before the megaspell was invented and the concept of balefire enhanced by them was introduced. Originally hallowed out rooms where ponies could stand mushed together when air raids happened. This Stall was bought up by Stable-Tec and was officially listed by them as storage.”

Up a head the griffon could see figures of ponies standing still in line formations. Her closer inspection gives more details and she could see that they where metal skeletal frames.

“Storage indeed,” The male voice smirked.

“Robots?” The griffon points out.

“You call them robots, I call them protoforms,” The male voice remarks.

The griffon finds a terminal. She switches it on and started going through the files.

“You might not be that far off,” The griffon remarks, “These things where suppose to have some kind of living plastic encasing them.”

“Where is this plastic?” The male voice demands.

“It was being developed by the Ministry of Peace,” The griffon answers, “They were making the living plastic as away to heal magical wounds. The living plastic would graft its self to a host much like the same way the earth ponies would graft two different species of plants together to make a stronger plant. You could even put them over prosthesis to give the look and feel of real limbs. Development of the plastic was being carried out at Pale Horse Hospital near Manehattan. On an island not far from Friendship City.”

“Can this organic plastic hold a Cybertronian spark like your living wombs can?” The male voice asks.

“In theory, I think these things were meant to hold pony souls,” The griffon answers, “It appears this Stall has some working prototypes.”

“Check them out, yes?” The male voice purred.

The griffon walks up to a sealed door. She took a few moments to type on a panel and the door swings open.

The musty smell coming out made the griffon heck and cough. In side lay two pony mummies hooked to clear tubes and wires. One appeared to be male the other female. The floor had an inch of dust.

“Are they functioning?” The male voice wonders.

“If you mean active no, Alive yes,” The griffon answers walking up to a table which had a set of thermos shaped objects sitting on it. “These should replenish the plastic.”

The dust caused her to hack and cough. She puts the thermoses in slots of some kind of machine. The peach colored liquid pushed into the pony bodies.

The pony children started to get their color back. The young colt was blue with navy mane. The female brilliant red coat. Her mane was blond with a green streak like a ribbon.

“Quick put the Unicron cells in them before they recover,” The voice orders.

The griffon reaches into her saddle bag pulling out a pair of hexagonal metal pieces. She touched each one to a robot foal. The metal cells adsorbed into the flesh.

Moments later the foals opened their eyes.

“Papa!” The blue foal calls out.

“Sorry kids your papa is most likely long gone.” The griffon sighs.

“Rainbow,” The red filly sobs holding her brother.

“They seem to be quiet intelligent for your robots, yes,” The male voice smirks.

“You have names then?” The griffon asks the robot children.

“Yes,” The red filly nods her head. “My brother is called Rainbow Rock and I’m Roulette Roll. You are?”

The griffon smiles, “Call me Miss Featherborn.”

“Your friend mister voice?” Roulette asks in a questioning tone.

“Oh he is called Galvatron,” The griffon answers, “Now children come with me, We have work to do.”

“What kind of work Miss Featherborn,” Roulette asks,

“You’ll see child,” Galvatron answers.

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“In these new times you might relax your vision against the violence that been corrupting our youth for so long. Be not relaxed ponies since corruption still exists. There are dark forces that take advantage of the innocent. DJ Pon3 Homage signing out.”