Fallout Equestria: Towards the Future

War. War never changes. As Equestria was swallowed up by powerful and terrible magic the Pegasi did everything we could to help the land below. The damage was so severe and the magical radiation from augmented spells was so intense that we had to close up the sky to keep it at bay. We have made many attempts to go back down to see if there are survivors, and try to help them.

Yeah, I read the same line millions of times when I was still a foal going through school. Even now wing deep in my Enclave training they still tried to force feed the same dragon dung down your throat.

I sighed as I propped my head up with a hoof glancing down at the book with a burning hatred for classes that said the smarter you are the better off you will be.

“SPLITSTREAM!” the forest green Pegasus stallion shouted at me.

I looked up at him lazily, “Yes, sir?” what was that look in his eyes? Oh yeah hatred.

Everypony I have ever met has either tried to pick a fight with me or just outright tried to make my life a living hell. I had a white coat and a black to dark blue spiked mane; most ponies tell me that I have the most beautiful Emerald green eyes. For a stallion I have had mare walk up to me swinging their hips hoping to get a chance at the handsome stallion, which I would have been more than happy to try and accompany anyplace as long as we were alone, but the fantasy lasts about as long as it take them to glance at my cutie mark.

“SO HELP ME CELESTIA YOU WILL NOT FALL ASLEEP IN MY LECTURE!” the Pegasus continued to shout at me.

I glanced around quickly and noticed that every pony in the room was staring at me snickering and talking about me, “I’m sorry sir, it won’t happen again,” I said evenly.

His voice calmed, but his glare still tried to burn holes through me, “Damn right you won’t,” he turned around and I heard him say under his breath, “sending a Dashite to me and hoping he will become a soldier.” he shook his head disappointedly.

“Sir!” he glanced back at me as I stood there glaring at him, “I said it won’t happen again because I won’t be here for it to happen again,” every pony around me stood transfixed on me for a few seconds before glancing at the instructor.

He gave a smirk, “Well then, there is the door, don’t let it hit you on the way out,” he pointed at the door.

I gave a slight nod as I walked over to the door and stopped in front of it. I looked at the door for a few moments when somepony behind me laughed, “What, did the Dashite forget how to open the door?” that caused everyone in the room to burst out laughing.

I turned around and gave a smile, “I think I did, but I can fix that,” I brought my back legs up and bucked the door off its hinges sending it across the hall with a loud CRASH. I grinned back at the instructor, “Look I got the door open and I don’t have to worry about it hitting me,” I smiled as I turned around because the look on their faces was priceless.

A Dashite is a Pegasus that has turned their back on the rest of the Pegasi. They have forsaken everything the Pegasi stand for and turn it away for their own gain or just because they didn’t see eye to eye with what the Enclave has done. I never questioned my loyalty to the Enclave or Pegasi in general, but when you are marked as a Dashite no pony cares. A Dashite has their cutie mark taken away and then they are branded with a lightning bolt coming out of a cloud.

The mark of a traitor is the same mark that a Pegasus named Rainbow Dash had. She was the first Dashite—I bet you can’t figure out where they got the name from—and the way my cutie mark turned out makes it look like I was branded a Dashite. A white lightning bolt coming out of a white cloud outlined in dark blue. A white Pegasus, with a white cutie mark, with a blue outline; goddesses must have a real good sense of humor to make me look like a traitor.

As I walked I quickly realized that I wasn’t sure where I planned on going until a voiced called out, “Hey Dashite, you should be in classes,” I glared up to see an elderly orange Pegasus with a green mane that swirled with gray smiling softly.

When I realized who it is I smiled myself, a little embarrassed for being angry, “Hey Citrus,”

He gave me a calculating look before his smile spread, “Let me guess, somepony got under your skin again?”

I rolled my eyes, “More like under my cutie mark.”

He cocked his head to the side before turning around and glancing back at me, “Follow me Splitstream.”

I looked around and then followed him. He led me to a very tiny office that had a large desk in it. He trotted behind the desk, sat down in a chair, propped his back legs up on the desk, reached into a file cabinet, and pulled out a bottle of some dark caramel colored liquid. He then reached into a desk drawer, pulled out 2 glasses, and poured a little bit into it.

I glanced at the glasses as he took one and brought it to his lips, “Well? You going to take a drink?”

I looked at the glass then to him, “But I’m on…”

“What? Duty?” he gave a small chuckle, “You still have to get through your training first.” He took another sip or his drink.

I picked the glass up and brought it to my lips. The smoky flavor slid down my throat and I have to admit that it burned so good, “So why did you bring me here?” I asked as I let the burn die down a little.

“To have a drink.” he said with a smile that a father would give his son after he got his cutie mark would look like, or at least that is how I imagined it would look since I never knew my father.

I took another sip to allow myself a second to think of a response, “Couldn’t you get into trouble for this?” loving every minutes that the liquid slid down.

“What are they going to do to an old buck like me? Brand me a Dashite and send me below the clouds?” His smile said he was being sarcastic, but his eyes said he was wondering how I would take what he said.

I just took another sip, forcing it down, as it was just a little more than I intended. I coughed a little feeling a bit embarrassed, “Wow… a little too much and it can burn like acid,” I said as I glanced up at him with a crooked smile.

He just grinned at me, “You should see what you can do with it a rag and a small flame.”

I raised an eyebrow, but he wouldn’t elaborate, so we just chatted about my training while I finished my drink. After I was finished he walked me back to my barracks. I turned around to face the old buck smiling, “Thanks old timer, I really needed somepony with a level head to talk to.”

He placed a hoof on my shoulder, “I may be old, but my hearing is still sharp. If you need somepony to talk to you know where to find me,” he turned around and walked away. Why did I just notice his cutie mark was four gold stars in a line?

I shrugged as I turned around and walked inside… right into everypony that was in my class, and did I mention that no pony liked me?

“Well look what wind just kicked into the barracks…” said a red colored buck with a bright yellow mane, whose cutie mark was a star with a ring of fire around it, “I thought I told you the shit that we tracked in was to be swept outside,” he said to a small blue buck with a purple mane and tail; his cutie mark was three jagged icicles.

He gave the red buck a smirk, “Sorry Flash Fire, won’t happen again.” And everyone started to laugh.

I felt a pony in the back of my mind yell ‘buck him in the face’, but the pony made of scotch just smiled and said ‘be you’. So I smiled at him and rammed my head into his nose, and with a small pop blood started to gush from it. The blue stallion tried to jump at me, but one thing I am really good at is hoof to hoof combat, or in this case very strong wing to face combat as I crack him hard across the eyes with a bony part of my wing.

The blue stallion dropped hard to the cloud floor, Flash Fire staggered back glaring at me a hoof up to his nose and blood dripping from it. I just smiled at him, “Careful what you let in…” my smile slid into a smirk—a very dirty ‘go ahead and see what I can really do smirk’, “I hear some shit can really fuck you up.”

Flash Fire gave me a look that told me it probably wasn’t a good idea for me to fall asleep tonight.

I looked around at the rest of the stallions who all looked like they should just try and dog pile me and get it over with. I rolled my eyes and walked back out the door.

Flash Fire yelled at me, “YEAH GO AHEAD WALK AWAY DASHITE! YOU AIN’T GOT THE GUTS TO …” all I hear was muffled screaming as I closed the door and walked away.

I have to admit that I didn’t know what I was going to do at this point. Getting into fights could get you turned away from the Enclave, and knowing my luck they would get a swift slap with a wing, and I would become… well a Dashite.

I grinned to myself, “well at least they wouldn’t half to go through the trouble of branding me,” then my smile grew even wider, “I’d bet my wings that Flash Fire and Cold Front would probably get off if they got punished by a slap with a wing if they got it at the same time.”

I stopped realizing I just about ran headlong into a door. I shook my head trying to get my head out of what might happen just long enough to figure out where I was, “Citrus’s office?” I said as I looked up at the name plate. I shrugged as I opened the door smiling, “Hey Citrus how about another…” my voice caught in my throat as I looked at Citrus leaning back in his chair. A smoking hole between his eyes and a scorch mark on the wall behind him, I stumbled back in shock, and into somepony.

I looked up into the dangerous eyes of the head officer in charge of this training camp. He gave me a wicked smile, “Thank you.” he said.

I swallowed hard, “For what?” Really did I ask the most stupid question I could think of at this point? I spun around connection my right wing hard against the side of his head. He stumbled but didn’t go down; of course he didn’t go down.

He smiled, “and when I tried to stop you… you hit me before I could do anything.” He took a step forward, “But to protect my future trainees I was able to shrug off the pain and stop you at the cost of your life.”

He jumped at me and wow was he fast, but I was faster. Wait I was faster? I looked back and sure enough I was pulling away from him. The clouds underneath me sparked and cracked as the speed I was picking up caused friction in the clouds below me and sent small bolts of electricity through them. Oh yeah I can pull off speeds that send lightning through the clouds hence the lightning bolt on my flank.

A bolt of red energy shot by me by inches, oh being chased by… Enclave soldiers. He called for backup—of course he called for backup—and now I am being shot at by Enclave soldiers, “Do I get some kind of break here?” and well, well you know what they say; ‘careful what you wish for’.

A beam of energy struck my right wing right in the joint. I curled my wing up and dropped onto the clouds. I knew if they got close to me I was screwed so I glanced around as quickly as I could. I sighed a bit when I saw the break in the clouds not far from where I was laying. I got to my hooves and ran for all I was worth. I was just about there and the clouds dropped out from below me.

I looked down at the… I swallowed hard, “ok that’s a long ways down,” I spread my wings, only to curl it back up in pain. I was falling and falling fast, I needed to slow myself down. I clenched my teeth hard as I brought my wings back out. I started to glide; the pain in my wing caused my vision to blur with tears. Out of all of the places they could have hit me they went for the most sensitive spot to hit a Pegasus.

I tried to glide as low as I could until something in my wing popped sending a pain like I never felt in my life.

I clenched my wing and teeth in agony looking around before I hit the ground hoping that I was close to a city or a town that could help me… right in the middle of a swamp, “Fuck me Celestia…” I hit something hard enough to shatter it but that is all I was able to gather before I blacked out.