Fallout Equestria: A Courier's Care

"Shit!" I groaned, slowly getting to my feet. "Why aren't we in Big MT?" I asked Dawn, who struggled to his feet. I knew for a fact that it's a bitch to get back up in Power Armor if you get knocked down.

"Maybe the Think Tank screwed up with your new Transportalponder?" He asked, raising an eyebrow as I helped him up.

"I'm gonna kill Klein." I muttered, looking over myself. "I gave him one hour to examine the damn Transportalponder in my Pip-Boy, give him all the damn materials to make a new one, and he still fucks up!" At least I wasn't naked, since I was wearing the Stealth Suit Mk II that I made the time I was first transported (and held hostage by a bunch of brains) to Big MT.

"Where are we?" Dawn asked, looking around in confusion. I could tell that he was frowning under that helmet.

"Dunno." I honestly said. "I'd ask you to go up and take a look around if it weren't for the fact that Power Armor's a bitch to put on and take off." Dawn sighed and removed his helmet, storing it in his Pip-Boy.

"Map function isn't working." He said after a moment. My eyes widened before I hurriedly looked up the map. All it said was CONNECTION LOST.

"Godfuckingdammit!" I growled, kicking a rock and sending it flying.

"Is it my fault?" My suit(Grace, asked to be called that for some reason.) asked.

"No, it isn't..." I sighed, before taking a look through my Inventory. "Dawn, what have you got?"

"Everything except the junk." He answered.

"Stimpak and Med-X reserves substantial." Grace informed me. I nodded and looked over the rest of the 'Aid' tab, seeing that I had two days worth of snack cakes, which I did not pick up before using the Transportalponder. I also had three days worth of purified water.

"Well, let's get going back." I said, before pulling out the Big MT Transportalponder and clicking the trigger.

Nothing happened, which caused me to sigh.

"It couldn't be easy, could it?" I spat at the machine, before throwing it at my Pip-Boy. I sighed as it disappeared, before looking up at the sky. "What the fuck did I do to you?! All I am is a fucking Courier turned leader, not some damn lab experiment!"

"Who're you yelling at?" Dawn asked, his right eyebrow arched.

"Anybody who's up there, listening down on us." I sighed. "Divine powers or not, I'm sick of this goddamn shit. If this is for what happened in the goddamn Divide, I already accepted that it wasn't my fault, since I didn't know what was in the package." I growled.

"Listen, even though we both know I find your suit creepy as all hell, we're both here for you." Dawn said, putting an armored hoof to my chest. "Don't give up now because we're in some new Wasteland, you're the Courier and President of New Vegas." I nodded and pulled forth two weapons, attaching Beating Stick 3000 to some experimental magnetic plates on my back (They came from the Think Tank, not with the suit.) and held This Machine in my grip.

"Right." I said. "Let's go kick this Wasteland's ass and find our way back."

"I'll be with you every step of the way." Grace said, and neither of us non-suits wanted to point out the obvious. We picked a direction of the road and started walking down it, hoping to find some sort of civilization that weren't based on raiders/slavers. God knows that it'd end up being super radroaches or something that somehow gained the ability to fire assault rifles.

[half an hour later]

"No..." Dawn gasped, staring out at the carnage that could only be a caravan hit by raiders. "It fucking can't be..."

"Hate to break it to you, Dawn." I sighed, crouching next to a relatively intact body and placing two fingers against its neck to attempt to find a pulse. "But we've stumbled across pony corpses." With a grunt, I stood up next to the slain pony, who was a mint green with yellow mane, and from what Dawn told me, was an earth pony. She was slaughtered only hours ago, which indicated that the raiders were probably still in the area.

Luckily, I had equipped myself for fighting everything from radroaches to Deathclaws, since I was going to the Big MT and those lobotomites were a pain in the ass. I was not well off in armor, but Grace was more than enough to deflect most weapons that raiders had, everywhere from pistol rounds to .308's. As long as none of the rifle rounds were AP or higher than a .308, I was safe from a serious case of the dead.

"Damnit, Celestia..." Dawn growled, pacing back and forth between two bodies, being as careful as possible to not step on them out of respect. "She said she banished me to 'avoid' having something like this, and in return this happens in my absence!"

"What year is it here?" I asked as I sorted through the remains. I'd rather not loot from a caravan, but the both of us certainly weren't going to survive on snack cakes alone. There were only a few bottles of 'Sparkle Cola', and when I touched them my Pip-Boy ticked once, indicating that it was like Nuka Cola or some bullshit like that. Harmless radiation, but a pain in the ass if you down a hundred of the fuckers. Dawn's horn flared for a moment before sighing, causing me to look up from my looting.

"I can't tell; too much magical interference in the air." He said in a worried tone. "That leads me to believing that this isn't natural radiation like what happened in our wasteland."

"You said 'our'." I pointed out.

"I was hoping you didn't catch that..." He sighed, before nodding. "The only reason I wanted to go back home was because of my daughter, if not only to make sure she grew up properly. Since this," he explained with a wave around us, "happened, my home means nothing now. You're literally all that I have left. My nation, my family, is dead..."

Without any prompting, I knelt down and embraced him, not caring that we were in the middle of a hellhole. Boy needed some non-gay compassion, even if I was completely asexual. Literally, nothing turned me on.

"You do know I'm still able to poke your eye out, right? Get off of me." Dawn sighed, and I let go.

"Bro, you're hurtin' and I don't like that." I frowned. "We'll have to deal with this later, so for now push it to the back of your head. When we get to relative safety is when you can get all emotional and crap."

"Hostiles incoming." Grace warned, making me look at the tick marks under my compass. There were no less than ten red ticks heading our way, and from the smell, they were raiders.

"Prepared to pop some heads?" I asked Dawn, who levitated up a riot shotgun and loaded a drum. I had a sneaking suspicion that it was full of his modified dragon's breath rounds, to where it turned asshats into ash. Much like a dragon would, according to him.

"No mercy for raiders, Fiends, or Legion." He growled back with a sinister grin. "And these bastards ain't no different, even if they used to be my subjects. Wasteland can eat it's heart out." I took cover behind a somewhat trashed wagon while Dawn slapped a stealth boy onto his Pip-Boy, disappearing (save for a hard-to-see outline) from sight. He was more than likely going to flank them and reign hell on them from behind.

"I told you, I saw something wandering out here!" A voice shouted a few moments later, causing me to surpress a chuckle. I was wearing white and black and these asshats couldn't see me behind a brown wagon. A small bing that only I could hear indicated that I got a message.

'Do you still have Red Glare?' Dawn asked. I let out a quiet chuckle.

'Yes. Want me to give them the incendiary or the explosive?' I replied, carefully putting This Machine onto my back in an X pattern with Beating Stick 3000.

'Incendiary. If what I'm guessing is true, at least a few really old dragons exist. Use them and make 'em think twice about doing this shit, if they can escape.' He explained as I brought out a stealth boy and turned myself invisible. There was no other way for me to be able to do this otherwise; they would see me, even if my stealth was labeled at 100.

"Suck patriotism, you slimy sons of bitches." I muttered, unleashing an entire salvo of rockets at the group. They all screamed at seeing the projectiles materializing out of nowhere, and six of them immediately perished. The bark of Dawn's gun roared and three more burned into ash, quite like the way a laser weapon sometimes does to things. The last one whimpered as she tried to crawl away, missing half of her body. Entrails trailed behind her and one of her hind legs twitched a few times as the muscles refused to give up fully.

"Well well, what do we have here?" I asked, putting the slightly drained stealth boy back into my inventory alongside Red Glare. I casually walked up to the wide-eyed equine as she could only stare in shock, even as I unslung This Machine. "A lone raider, with no chance of survival."

"P-please, h-have mercy!" She managed to sob out. I let out a dry chuckle.

"I have no mercy for the likes of you." I said without emotion, putting a HP bullet in between her eyes. "Hey Dawn, would you hate me if I carved some meat out of one of them?" I jokingly asked. His deadpan stare told me all I needed to know.

"Just continue looting." He said, digging through whatever pockets the pony raiders had on them.

"Yes mother..." I muttered, before picking the lock on a first-aid box that one of the idjits had for a backpack. Or, I guess they would be saddlebags, as they're ponies and not humans.

"That's odd..." Dawn muttered as I looked at a few bottles of liquid in confusion. They looked like bottles of bitter drink, but a quick sniff told me otherwise.

"What?" I asked, shaking one of them a little bit. Nothing blew up, so I shrugged and put it in my inventory. It was labeled as a healing potion.

"9mm." Dawn said, holding up a bullet in his magic. "Same bullets as ours. Something's not right here and it ain't just the absence of gamma radiation..."

"The fuck is this?" I called out, holding up what looked like an MRE that glowed orange. There was a detachable straw that was likely required to consume the thing.

"No idea." Dawn replied with a shrug. "Looks like RadAway, but I don't see a needle for it."

"Drinkable RadAway?" I questioned, before putting it in my inventory. It showed up as 'RadAway' and gave me a total of 1. "Well I'll be damned..."

"Aright, this is getting irritating against my wings." Dawn said a moment later, before looking at me. "You have that cosmic knife still?"

"Yea, considering that it'll cut through steel like ash." I said, pulling the knife out. "Take of the back piece and I'll cut out some wing holes for you." Dawn nodded and undid the clamps holding his armor together, sending the chest piece and the back piece to the ground. He shed the rest of his Power Armor and left it with the rest of it, besides the helmet.

"I'm going to preform some quick recon." He said, stretching his wings. "I'll be back whenever."

"Don't hurt yourself." I said as he lifted off of the ground. He muttered something before flying high in the sky, and I went back to my task of cutting wing holes out for him.

"Somebody's tracking him." Grace informed me.

"I know." I told the suit. "He's a big boy, though. He can take care of himself."

"Just saying." It replied, and would've shrugged if it could. I finished putting the holes into the back and stood up, scanning the cloudy as hell sky for the red and black alicorn. Spotting him, I waved at him to get his ass back down here.

Halfway back to the ground, the distinct crack of a .50 rifle sounded out, and the back half of his body simply ceased to exist.

[Perception 8]

"I got one!" A voice from not too far away shouted, slightly distorted from a Power Armor helmet.