Log One

Well, I'm not good at the whole ‘internal monologue’ but Doctor Stitch says it will help. Don't know what it will help but ok. So, I'm Slashwing. I'm red a Pegasus and for a dweller of the fine Stable 54, my rock farming cutie mark is more out of place then a party for an alligator. Or was that a crocodile? Oh, I'm also descended from very posh speaking Pegasus so I say 'me' like 'Zees' or 'Zed' just to... Hey! Is that the Overmare coming towards me? Ah, come on. What did I do?

"There you are. We need to talk."

What did I do? "Sure, ok. Did you need rocks farmed?" Slashwing, you’re an idiot.

"No, it ah hell the stable is in a bad way." Wait what!? "Last night the main generator gave up. Whatever in Celestia’s given name kept it going, and well, you’re the best hope we have."

The Overmare has either lost it or I'm asleep. Wait better respond.

"What, how?" Yep Slashwing, great job.Wait. Why do I keep saying my name?

So, after being told how the stable has been out of spare parts for the better half of a decade, the stable has been running off emergency power. Now, normally this would give the ponies of our stable five years of emergency power on minimum lighting, filtration and door access to the outside. But, because we all suck at going outside, the emergency generators have been running everything except the most unneeded functions. Now somepony, also known as me, has to go outside and get parts within sixteen months or bye bye stable. The worst part is nopony is being told till that door shuts behind (or would it be in front of?) me.

Only the doctor and chief of stable security know. Luckily, my outfitted stable branding should help. I’ve got a gun which I've been taught how to fire (my mouth hurts now), some ammo and a knife. So now, I've got to walk through this giant door out to the outside. I hate today.

"It’s so." ‘Don't say it’ the random voice in my head said. "Dull."

Ok better than "It’s so bright out here!"

Looking at my Pipbuck, the map says East is Stable 53 and west is Stable 12. What? Hold the phone. How does Stable 12 end up all the way out near 54 and 53? Damn thing must be broken. I guess I’m off to Stable "12" because it’s both closer and if it’s number 12, I want a look. Hopefully, the dwellers will have spare parts they could trade.

*BANG BANG*

I official hate this cave. Stable 12 (and it is 12 go figure) is swarming with strange mutated moles an... Oh that's not good. I'm no expert on stable doors or anything but I'm sure it’s not meant to be laying on the ground. Well lookie here, a lockbox. Click click fail. Nope. Can't lock pick well.

The medical station up here may give more freely. After searching, I found some Rad Away and Magical Bandages. Time to check down stairs.

Considering the missing door, lack of stable power, and no welcoming comity, I'm pretty sure nopony is home. After coming downstairs, I think I'm glad most of the power is off. Might make striping the generator easy. As far as this wing goes, there are fewer mutant mole things. Wait! there's one, bang bang (oh the mouth related gun pain) click. Oh that's not good. Reload time.

“....system offline.” Opening the main stable door was not possible, so I activated the emergency quick release and it dropped off. “Well that explains the door."

After giving the terminal a once over, I found no luck to be had. An avalanche destroyed the reactor room and, by any guess, the main sparkle generator. On the bright side, I unlocked the Armory. So let’s look at what we have.

"Two boxes (20 rounds) of ten millimeter ammo, a big rifle thing I'm not putting in my mouth ever, some 5.56 ammo, another 10mm hand gun, and one saddle bag."

After looking over the contents of Stable 12’s armory, this was the best option of them all. I headed back up and decided to strap the rifle to my saddle bag rather than my back. Ok, next stop, somewhere else. Maybe a town or a building. Somepony must have scrap around here. The rest of the stable was empty. I could swear, on the way back though the stable’s door-less door, that lockbox was taunting me.

Ok, next stop, anywhere heading north. I could see somepony. No clue if that's good or bad, better hide. As the pony gets closer, he seems to be pulling a full wagon. Well, better try it.

Calling out "Hey there!" might not be safe so why not "Hi there traveler, want to trade?" Ok, that's a good sign. Let's see what our new friend has.

"So what you looking for?"

The trader seems to be ok. "Well, I want to trade this." I said pulling the rifle off my saddle bag and showing him. He gave it a once over and we agreed on some food, ammo and what he calls a ‘Battle Saddle’. He helped me into it and said he could part with a lower yield rifle that fires 5.56 rounds. So, now I got (on top of a less painful mouth) a better gun and directions to some place called Hoofinton or some name like that.

Stable 53 is right inside this city. Not hard, fair bit of travel, nothing really out here but rocks and dirt and maybe the odd mutated hog. Well here's one now! Speak of the devil, click kaboom.

"And there goes my ear." Great! Traded mouth pain for ringing ears. It’s still a better trade off.

These battle saddles are really itchy and.... dink, is that a metal apple? How in anything does that… ZAABOOM! Whoa, the world’s all spinney and I feel.... thud.

"Anypony home? Goddess, poor buck couldn't take one."

What is going on? SPEAK SLASHWING SPEAK "Um, uh, hi?"

A pony was staring down at me. "Hey stable buck, take it easy! One hoof at a time."

As she helped me up, I can feel... yep that's lunch. I then proceed to empty lunch onto the mare who was helping me. Great way to make an impression.

"Well better out than in stable buck. Name’s Boomageton. Friends called me Boom but they’re all dead."

Great to know. "I'm Slashwing. I'm from stable oh…" I once more emptied the last bit of my stomach.

Boom told me how she knocked me out right before I walked into a slaver zone and then wiped out a small group. For a unicorn, she knows her way around explosives.

"So can you teach me how not to get blown up while carrying grenades?" I might as well ask.

She turned her head towards me. "Simple. YOU DON'T give ME all the explosives, but if you must carry them. Do so in an armored box with safety padding." Well that's smart but I like the not carrying live explosives idea.

"Oh look, a mutated hog." I pointed out.

Clink KABOOM, she missed. Clink clink click, oh goddess, KABOOM KABOOM KABOOM. Ok, it’s either past us or dead.

"So Boom, what can I expect in the way of pony life out here?" That seems to be a million bit question seeing as she is the second pony I’ve seen out here.Makes sense to ask, after all, don't want to go walking into one of those Slaver zones.

"Well, you’ve got around the Trottinghame region. Their factions fall under Raider, Slavers, Citizens, Outsiders and Movers."

Looking over expectancy, I decided to choose some at random. "Who are the outsiders?"

Smiling, she began to explain, "Well, they’re made up of several groups. First, you’ve got the traders that come from places like Tenpony or The Crystal Ruins, then you’ve got adventurers like me who came here seeking fortune, then you’ve got the steel rangers. Some tech group from Fillydelfia, I think. And finally, settlers looking to set up here."

That helped a bit I guess. After a bit, I asked about another group, "What about the citizens?"

At that, Boom’s face went dark, "The citizens break into three major Towns. You’ve got the "Grand" city of Trottinghame with around two maybe three hundred ponies all walled into the ruins of the city. The builders are a group of ponies up in the Equestrian Robotics Factory. They build robots and sell em, and finally the Rail Runners. A group of train loving ponies with a working train. They keep to themselves."

I felt there was more but I didn’t press. In any case, we were approaching the city wall. Wow, it was big, KABANG....

Something tore through my branding, looks like Boom is screaming and waving around that grenade rifle, wait why is there blood on my.... Oh goddess I've been shot. Need to keep moving, note to self I think I have a chest wound and drag, KABANG, ahh my foreleg! Somepony shot me though my leg. I can't see anypony on the wall shooting CLICK CLICK CLICK CLICK CLICK DING CLICK CLICK CLICK, wait did Boom just? KABOOOOOOM, the entire field to our right just went up, well I can't stay.....

The beeping sound is really annoying, WAIT BEEPING SOUND?!

Looking around me, I see I'm in a medical room but this isn't Stable 54. Where am I? The second I move I'm in a massive amount of pain. Better just lay back and wait. I can hear ponies coming so that's a good sign. Boom and some earth pony, who by power of deduction is either my doctor or executioner, walked into my room.

Boom leaned over "Hey Stable, how you holding up?" Why does she look so upset?

"Yeah Boom, I'm fine. Back hurts like hell but apart from that I'm fine. Why?"

Now it seemed to be the earth pony’s turn to talk, "You have taken a bullet to both your right front hoof and a .308 round to the chest. You also have eternal damage from a grenade splash. With what you’re wearing, I'm surprised you are alive."

After paying the doctor and discovering that fire arms are not the trade commodity I thought they were, my saddlebag had a good bit of medical supplies. Some healing potions, a med-X, some stuff called Buck and a first aid box full of good healing things that can't be sold separately. I know this will sound strange but I swear everypony is avoiding us. I mean, I'm not that scary! Plenty of ponies have guns and my variant (or did that trader say variation) rifle is nothing compared to a guard pony loading massive red bullets into his gun. Boom and I decided to leave the hospital.

Author's Note

writers note: Hi I'm Slashwing I wrote this story because of my love for fallout equestria and both fallout and mlp I hope you will like this I'm not a very good writer so I have an editor and will post any comments she makes under "editor note" and my comments under "writers note"

Editors note: I've tried to stay as close and true to Slashwing's original story as I could. I'm just the editor!
It's a little hard to get the narration right. Slashwing is both narrating the story and thinking in the story. It's sort of like he's trying to write his log but stuff happens and it goes to what he's thinking.