Fallout: Equestria- Chronicles Of Seaddle

The clock ticked away in my ears as the hour hand passed Ten. We have at least two hours to get ready for the raids I have set up for the day. I expected to leave at One O'clock in the afternoon, and if things go smoothly, to be back by seven at night. Giving us six hours of good clean thieving; I hoped.

In the meantime, as the clan prepared themselves for the raids ahead, Razor  Feather and I spent the past hours, taking the time to discuss certain aspects about them; what to do, how to do them, and what to consider when performing our acts of theft, including the risks, stakes, and price of failure. We've also discussed who should carry out the various tasks, necessary for the raids to succeed. Our decisions were made, based on the cutiemarks and talents of the ponies and griffins under our command. Every member in the clan, each share an important role in each and every activity the clan performs.

As my friend and I discussed further, Razor Feather suddenly went silent. He had a concerned look on his face. No doubt he had some doubts about what we talked about, or something.

"Dark Heart," said Razor Feather nervously.

He sounded unsure of himself; as if he was having second thoughts about what he was going to say. An awkward silence filled the room, with only the ticking of the clock and the crackling of the fireplace to be heard.

"Yes, Razor Feather?" I replied, wondering what was on my lieutenant's mind.

"About... Stable 134... I've been thinking about what Red Dawn said earlier. I know she's young; the youngest alicorn I've ever met, but..."

"Go on..." I said in an uneasy voice, not sure exactly what the alicorn stallion was going to say.

Razor Feather remained silent for a moment. He took a sip of his tea I made for him, before gently placing it down on the table with his magic. He cleared his throat before he continued speaking.

'What do you think, lie within the stable?" he asked me.

The question was quite sudden to me. In fact, up till that point, I'd never exactly thought about what the stable might contain. The rangers and most alicorns believe that there are... or were horrific monsters inside the stable that resulted from some kind of experiment along time ago. Others have different theories, however, the core belief is all the same; whatever Stable 134 contains, it cannot be good.

I, of course had different theories that were quite different than most. In fact, it was the very mystery behind the stable that drove me into wanting to open it in the first place. I have always had the taste for the unknown, and the mystery of the stable made my hunger for knowledge frightfully starving; especially due to the treasures that are also said to be contained inside Stable 134.

"I really don't know." I stated, "Besides, isn't that the whole point? We'll be solving a mystery that nopony has even attempted in solving for nearly on hundred years! Think of the fame; of the glory!"

Razor Feather shook his head and sighed.

"Dark Heart, I'm speaking to you as a friend. None of the alicorns really like the idea of opening that stable. Besides, don't you think that there are some mysteries that are best to be left unsolved?"

"No, I don't." I simply answered, "Besides, I'm talking about treasures, while you're talking about the boogiepony. Give it a shot."

Though, I do admit that I did indeed saw some wisdom in Razor Feather's words. Razor and I have been friends for a very long time. When we first met, he told me that he saw great talent in my ways of theft, and great generosity in my motives. I told him the same, when I observed his own acts of theft. So, we teamed up. At the time, I could not have dreamed that so many would follow us in our ways, and ideals.

'Well; be careful." Razor Feather said carefully, "I just hope that you have good intentions for opening Stable 134; I really do."

"I understand." I replied calmly.

"I hope so." repeated Razor, "For that is the reason why I supported you earlier. For I have good faith in you."

I nodded my head in agreement. Even though, Razor Feather didn't change my mind, it still felt good hearing my friend's opinion. Our clan is a society of free thinking; not, everypony have to agree with me, but, I do however expect everypony to respect my goals and ideals.

"Well; look at the time!" I said abruptly, looking at the clock; it was 11:30, "I'd say that's time we gear up and wait for the clan, don't you agree?"

"Indeed." answered Razor Feather, getting out of his chair to put his scarf on, "Thanks for the tea; it was really good."

"No problem." I said coolly, "See you later; good luck to us all."

"And good luck to you, too." returned Razor Feather as he exited my shack, closing the door behind him.

No sooner than after Razor Feather leave, I began to gather up my gear. I strapped on my grenade belt around my torso, loaded my Zebra rifle and revolver, strapped my knife to my left forearm, and putted on my father's griffin armor, giving to me by AJ's rangers; it's the only thing that's actually mine by birthright. I especially love my zebra rifle, being the first weapon I ever stole. I was only ten when I snatched it from some unsuspecting unicorn. Of course it didn't go down without a chase, but, with my fast flying, in the end, I made that stallion eat my dust. Though, as with all my weapons, I only use my rifle in self defense, and I try my best to incapacitate my foes instead of killing them; which I have done very well doing so; haven't took a single life... yet.

Along side my weapons for defense, I also gathered my tools of theft, such as some sacks, a fully charged stealthbuck, and a parasprite in a jar. Why a parasprite in a jar? That'll be explained later; all I could say is that chaos is an excellent allies for thieves like me.

I rechecked my gear, just to make sure that I was ready for action; I was. I gazed in front of the mirror in my small bathroom, just to check out my image. I can suppose doing something like that could be considered vain, but, image does count as a part of leadership, as well as teamwork; we got to make sure that we look intimidating to our enemies, and trust me, we have a lot of those; not everypony really agree with our methods; not that we could blame them.

I extinguished my fireplace, put on my scarf, and exited my warm establishment, gazing upon my clan of cutthroats and thieves hovering outside throughout the plaza, all geared up and ready for the day's raids. I took a deep breath and headed out, ready to lead them.