Fallout: Equestria - Memories of a Caravaneer

Chapter 2: Revenge is A Dish Best Served…

“Are you saying revenge is mayonnaise?”

“Whoa…easy there…” I heard a voice say as I came to. Where the hell was I? As was regaining consciousness, I saw a Pegasus stallion kneeling next to me. He was a butter-yellow Pegasus with brown hair and blue eyes, with a kind expression. Groggily getting up, I looked at his cutie mark: a syringe with a green liquid in it.

“Who are you? And where am I?” I asked him.

“Not too fast, son. You’ve been out sometime now. I’m Cough Medicine. You’re in my shack.”

“WHAT THE FUCK? WHY THE HELL AM I IN HERE? I SHOULD BE DEAD!” I yelled.

“First off, no need to cuss. Second, I brought you here. Third, you should be.  I found you still kickin’ so I decided to poke around in your noggin. Took me almost 2 days to get that tiny shell out. Now get up and get your bearings straight, alright, ummm…”

“Renegade.” I replied, slowly and carefully getting off the bed I was on. Looking around, I saw the shack was aged, with dust everywhere. There was a couch and a chair in the next room, and a few doctor’s bags in the corner. Looking to my left I saw a few bookshelves and what appeared to be a chemistry set on the desk.

“Alright, Renegade. Now that you’ve got yourself up and ready, I thought we could play a game.” Cough Medicine said. “Follow me.” He said, going into the next room.

A game. Seriously? I’m not 5 anymore, Doc. I thought as I followed Cough Medicine and sat down on a rusted folding chair.

“Now…I’m gonna say a word, and you say the first thing that pops into your mind. Home.” Cough Medicine said.

“Heart.” I replied, remembering the old saying.

“Cow.”

Suddenly my eyes widened as I started to remember. Holding back the tears, I responded, “Friend.”

“…Okay. Candy.”

“Reward.”

The exchange continued for a few minutes until Cough told me to stop. “Well, Renegade. You certainly are an enigma, but you’re a smart cookie.” The Pegasus said. Leading me to what appeared to be an old jukebox, the doctor said, “This machine helps ponies with their most vital characteristics. It’s an old Vita-Colt 2000 they made before the war. Try it out, and when you’re done, tell me.” He said, exiting the room.

The machine had seven categories: Strength, Perception, Endurance, Charisma, Intelligence, Agility, and Luck. I had 50 points to spend on each, along with two traits. And they were all numbered from one to ten. Strength? I was pretty strong, so I’d say a 6. Perception? 3, remembering the attack. Endurance? Maybe 4. Charisma, last time I checked, maybe a 5. Intelligence was a 9. Agility…7. And Luck was a whopping 10. Now I had to choose my traits. Wild Wasteland and Small Guns. When I was finished, I went to the doc. “I wanna give you something.” He said, handing me a jumpsuit with a 45 on the back. After I put on the suit, he gave me a big clunky metal thing. “It’s a PipBuck 2000. I grew up in a Stable. It’s a bit obso lete, but it’ll still work.”  Immediately the device fused to my right foreleg.  Handing me a somewhat broken pistol, Cough Medicine looked at me. “If you wanna find those fellas, I suggest asking in Waterhole. It’s a little town not too far from here. I’ve already got the location set up on the PipBuck. Happy trails.” And with that, I dashed out the door.

FOOTNOTE: LEVEL UP!

QUEST ADDED- “Ask the folks at Waterhole about your attack.