New Pegas, a city of lust, sin, and vice. It had recently undergone a change in management. The old owner, Mr. Horse, was killed by a Unicorn, then that same Unicorn won the Second Battle of Hoover Dam, winning independence for New Pegas and killed General Stormhooves after the battle, but at a great price. At this moment, the new Unicorn in charge of New Pegas was staring out of his new base of operations, The Lucky 38.
“How we doin’ today YesMan?” A white Unicorn with a black mohawk and a Yin-Yang cutie mark asked the computer next to him softly. A smiley face appeared.
“Good boss, profits from the casinos are goin’ up, and the New AppleJack Republic hasn't made any attacks or threats about the death of General Stormhooves.” YesMan said cheerily. The unicorn chuckled softly.
“Yeah, he was an asshole though, so he deserved it.”
“Thunder Quill,” YesMan started, not in his usual cheery voice. Thunder frowned. YesMan only used his real name when he was worried about something. “Thunder, you haven't been the same since she died, are you sure you’re ok?” Thunder Quill sighed, it was about her.
“To be honest YesMan, I’m not ok. My whole life was fixated on revenge against Benny until I met her. She was my world, my everything. After the battle, I was thrust into this role so suddenly, I didn't even get a chance to mourn her.” Thunder took a deep breath, then continued. “We never even found her body, so I couldn't even bury her.” Thunder sighed. “YesMan, thanks for caring, but I need to figure this out for myself.” He walked towards the elevator and rode it down to the cocktail lounge. He sat down in a booth next to the window and the robotic bartender came up to him.
“The usual sir?” Thunder nodded and it floated off to get his drink. The elevator dinged and Thunder’s best friend, SniperShot, or as Thunder liked to call him, Snips. He had gotten from the name from a memory orb. SniperShot was a Unicorn Stallion, with dark brown fur. His mane was a dark green
“Hey Thunder.” SniperShot stated, sitting across from Thunder in the booth.
“Hey Snips,” He said, grinning slightly at his friends reaction.
“Geh, the only reason that I’m letting you do that is that you’re getting a smile on your face.” Sniper grew serious. “Seriously dude, how are you?” Thunder sighed, his face growing somber again.
“You know, you’re the second being to ask me that.” Thunder said. Snips looked at him with surprise.
“Who was the first?”
“YesMan.” Thunder said simply.
“Ah.” Came Snips simple reply. The bartender floated back with bottle of scotch.
“Just leave the bottle.” Thunder said to the bot, who floated away. Snips looked at his friend strangely. Thunder noticed the look.
“What?” He said irritably, unscrewing the bottle.
“You don't drink. For as long as I’ve known you, you’ve never drank a single bottle of beer for christ sakes, now it seems you down at least a bottle of scotch every night.” Snips said, seeming concerned.
“A lot of things have changed.” He said harshly, before downing the bottle. He slammed the bottle down on the table. “ANOTHER!!” He yelled to the bartender.
“Right away sir!” The bot quipped, floating away to get another.
“Dude, you’ve been like this since Sugar Song died, you need to get your head in-” He was cut off as Thunder picked him up in his magic and threw him against the wall.
“DON'T YOU TELL ME WHAT TO DO!!!” He roared. He equipped his Katana, and charged at his best friend, murder in his eyes. Snips’s eyes widened and he drew his Katana. Their swords clashed with a resounding clang. They withdrew and stared at each other, one with hate in his eyes, the other, pleading.
“Thunder! Stop this, this isn't you!” He tried reasoning with his friend, but it didn't work. Thunder charged at his friend, ready to kill him. He swiped at his horn, but was blocked by Snips’s sword. Thunder made a wild thrust, which surprisingly, struck dead center. Thunder’s eyes lost their hateful look, and was replaced by a look of shock.
“Oh, goddesses, Snips!” He shouted. Thunder pulled out a stimpak and jammed it into Snips chest. The muscle where the blade sliced through started to knit itself back together. Thunder picked Snips up in his black aura and rushed to the Medicenter.
1 hour later…
Thunder was sitting in his room, a bottle of scotch on the desk next to him. He stared at it angrily.
You're the cause of all my anger! He thought angrily at the bottle. He sighed, I just need some sleep, I’ll figure this out in the morning. Yawning, the got into bed, and fell asleep.
In the Medicenter
The med-bots were standing around Snips bed. He had just woken up, and was arguing with the bots.
"I need to see him! I need to apologize!" He was shouting at the bots.
"No! You need to recover!" The bot told him. He was about to respond, when he heard this sound
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coming from Thunder's room.
"What is that?!" He shouted, leaping up from the bed and galloping towards his best friends room. He got their just in time to see Thunder vanish. "Thunder? Thunder!" He shouted, but he was gone. He spent a whole year searching for his best friend, but there was no luck. Thunder Quill had seemed to vanish from Equestria, not just the Mojave, the whole of Equestria. He eventually gave up searching, and he took control of New Pegas. Another year passed, and SniperShot was giving a memorial for his best friend, Thunder Quill.
"Two years ago, our leader, and my best friend, Thunder Quill, was taken from us. I searched for a year, all over Equestria, but I could never find him.” Snips said. “We are here today to celebrate him, and his accomplishments, from saving Slimm from the powder gangers, to stopping the Bulls at the Second Battle of Hoover Dam. Even though his reign was short lived, I’m sure most of you would have relished the chance to have served under him.” Snips was about to continue, but he heard a sound,
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one that he had heard before, but he couldn't place. Snips continued, “He was selfless, always putting others before he, even if that other was a complete stranger, or if he put his life in risk. He was a genius, always the first to come with an idea-”
“Now, that’s not exactly true.” A voice called out from the crowd. Snips face twisted in anger.
“Who are you to insult the courier?!” He shouted. Two ponies, one a Unicorn, the other an Earth pony pushed to the crowd. The Unicorn laughed lightly.
“Really, is that what the ponies of this great city are calling me now? That’s a little ostentatious, don't you think, Snips?” Snips froze, no pony called him Snips, no pony except…
“Th-thunder?” He stammered. The unicorn smiled.
“Hey buddy, I’m home.”
