Tales by Balefirelight (a Fallout: Equestria Group Collab)

Morale

by TundraStanza

“We don’t have enough ponies and supplies for an operation of that magnitude,” argued the leading general.

“Horse feathers,” the courier swore. “I took out an imprisonment camp with nothing but a few sticks of dynamite, a 10-mm pistol, and a drunken ex-caravan holder. What’s your real excuse?”

“We don’t have the troops and equipment for such an operation,” the general reiterated.

The courier spun around on his hind legs and muttered, “Amore Plucking Cadenza, it’s like talking to a brick wall.”

“You talking about me again?” asked his current companion.

“No, it’s the other britches this time, Cast,” sighed the courier.

“Oh, okay.” Cast smiled as she took another swig. Twilight above knew where she got the full booze bottle from this time.

As the duo trotted out of the tent, a random soldier wearing sunglasses ran up to them.

“What the Lancie?” wondered Courier quietly.

The uniformed stallion levitated over a two-way radio. “Word’s gotten around about how much help you’ve been to the N.C.R.  Here, take this. Whenever you call for assistance, somepony will come running to your aid.”

The soldier galloped away after that.  Courier looked at the device rather dubiously.

“Considering how bad morale is around here,” he reasoned negatively, “I’m not holding my breath for that help.”