Tales by Balefirelight (a Fallout: Equestria Group Collab)

Resolve

by TundraStanza

This was rather embarrassing.  One minute, he and his gang had the whole town hostage.  The next, an even stronger group had tied up the metaphorical net, catching his gang along with the local townsfolk.

There was one rule he had taken to heart when dealing with Kai-Czar’s stallions: Don’t deal with Kai-Czar’s stallions.  While they lacked up to date technology, their sheer numbers and strength put them in the same power league as the Republic.  When the pluckers took charge of any land, he preferred to vamoose rather than try to take on more than five of them at once.  Sadly, that option no longer existed for him.

He was trapped in this town along with all the other cock-suckers.  The old-school soldiers were passing out tickets for one of their sick ‘lotteries’.  The grand prize winner got to leave alive without any torture or even a black eye.

He watched five of his buddies along with five of the townsfolk get sent to a swift decapitation.  Those ponies were considered lucky since they didn’t have to feel any pain for long.

The next level of punishment felt like it was dragging on for hours.  Pony after pony were dragged over to wooden crosses and nailed to them.  They took an especially long time ramming the rust into the horns of the unicorns and the wings of the pegasi.

‘Hurry up already,’ he groaned internally.

After an eternity and a half, they held up two last levels: second place and first place.  He vowed that he would get that first place freedom no matter what.  This was his resolve.

“That lousy bastard,” he swore as he laid there on the stone hard mattress.  No matter what he tried, the only hoof he could move was his front right one.  How the two-timing lowlife in his gang had stolen the first place ticket, he would never know.  His thoughts were interrupted by the last pony he wanted to see opening the door.

“Are you flipping spitting me?” His eyes widened before lowering to a livid glare. “First I get my legs smashed and then comes walking in the Gangers’ Grim Tripping Reaper! If you want me to die so badly, just give me fifteen shots of Med-X and I’ll OD for you. Frig!”