After walking with the stallion for a good 30 minutes, I found myself at some Hunters building. It had most likely been a Police station and turned into a hunting house later. Inside were several mares and stallions dressed in a range of leather armor. Some were simply wearing a leather jacket while some looked to be wearing actual reinforced armor. Before I could finish looking around, I was kicked on the flank by somepony. I hit the ground with a thud causing everypony to look at me. Most of the stallions went back to what they where doing; a few of the mares laughed. As I got up, I noticed a yellow unicorn mare looking at my battle saddle and branding. She gave it a once over then she stuck her nose so far in the air I swear her horn touched her back. She trotted out. The stallion I was with pushed me until I was moved into an open room.
"You stay here kid. Torchlight will be with you shortly."
The radio was playing in the background. I listened for about five minutes of the DJ talk about other regions of Equestria. It looked like Trottinghame was next on the list.
"Hope you enjoyed that song everypony, because it's that time again Trottinghame. Your update news hour. Now, I know you're all digging to hear about the Thunder Bringer and his boom-stick so here's the latest and ,unfortunately, it's sad news. OnsTe of his dear companions lost their lives helping out some ponies near the royals and he has been talking to Trottinghame's pegasi clans. Thunder, don't know what you're planning but pop in to Tenpony and my assistant Rapid Sparks can get an interview."
A few songs played and there were some reports about the Demo Raider clan fighting some possible raiders around stable 12 Hopefully that lock box is still there, the contents shall be mine someday. Then another report came on.
"Ok children, I bet you're wondering about one particular pony in that bright blue branding. 'Stable' as he's been called by the proud ponies of the grand city of Trottinghame, has either got the worst case of Stockholm syndrome in the entire wasteland or he knows something I don't because yesterday he finally got my warning. His response? To shoot up the radio and storm out of Rifles and Shotguns, capless despite going in there to sell guns. The worse part? After being chased down by the owner to hand over the caps he earned, a faithful listener made the mistake of telling him to and I quota, 'Stop following that monster like a lost puppy or you will end up dead you idiot.' Stable please, if you are listening at all, please don't go shooting at ponies just trying to help you. Personally children, I don't get you. Trottinghame looks like two sides of a cap out there. This has been DJ-pon3."
About ten minutes later, the door finally opened and a stallion with a grey coat and a suit of reinforced leather armor branding came in.
"In the last two hours and seven minutes, you have not tried to leave the room, look around or do anything that would implement you are part of the enclave or one of the pegasi clans. So, who are you?"
My first thought was What was this guy on about? and my second thought was I better answer him.
"My name is Stable. Well actually, it's Slashwing but everypony calls me Stable. Boom wanted me to join you so I could get better at living in the wasteland."
The stallion before me indicated for me to continue.
"You see, Stable 54 needs caps to buy supplies. They're planning to move into the wasteland and I need a job so Boom sent me here."
The stallion raised his hoof for me to stop.
"Well, my little explosive pony does know best despite the blasted radio."
He then reached back into his saddle bag and produced a leather jacket. It was only now that I noticed his wings.
"Welcome Stable, to the Trottinghame Rangers."

Author's Note

Well hope you all like this log and thanks to my editor for making this 20,000% m
ore readable