Tales by Balefirelight (a Fallout: Equestria Group Collab)

Poweder

by Sophos

She remembered when her father had waded too deep into the water. Beset by terrible creatures, and with all his shells wet, he had no means to defend himself. He simply tossed her his shotgun before he was pinched to death. That was the last time she had cried/wet herself, until now. She whimpered as she crawled to escape the rank pool forming underneath her; leaving behind the majority of her father's shotgun, carrying bits and pieces of it in her face.

“Why?” She asked her absent companions, as she made her way to the dead guard. Information detailing the escape of her partners came over the guard's radio, confirming what she had suspected about an earlier transmission concerning an intruder matching her ''friend's'' description. Based on that transmission, she had risked everything to escape and destroy her captors communications hub; in order to aid her friends as well as make her location known.

“Well, I succeeded at least.” She laughed at herself. Any minute now, they would show up to deal with her, and what did she have to show for it? A busted heirloom, a mess of fresh piercings, soggy overalls, and a safe group of friends who didn't give a mole-rat’s ass about her. She fought out of her smelly denim, and began stripping the guard.

*KrSH* “At...somebody get to the re...station, now!” *KrSH*

“Nonono I need more time!” She stomped on the half-naked corpse, severing its leg. “GAH! How?” She dragged it away from its own rapidly pooling blood, then fished the ammo and loot out of its remaining pockets. Two magazines of rifle rounds, a bottle of booze, and some caps. She searched her own pockets; a rusty knife, a lighter, a few shotgun shells, and duct tape. “I-I can do this. I got a shot!” Good thing she had done everything she could to keep her powder dry.

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“Come on, quit dragging your-” *click* “Ruh-oh.” *BOOOM*

“One, two, three...four-”

*KrSH* “What was...units to the area...out. Bring an explosives...” *KrSH*  The radio died on her hip, she hoped everyone's signal was that muddled as she made her way up the stairs; she did what she could to stomach the mess. At the top of the stairs she pulled down her mask and upchucked a can of apple slices. She spat, sneezed, and pulled it back on just in time.

“What's the situation here!?” The guard winced as his eyes wandered over her bloody outfit and what was visible of her shrapnel coated face. “Whoa, are you alright?”

“I'm fine, I'm headed to the medic now. Just,” She stammered a moment. “...uh where is the medic?”

“Third tent from the west entrance.” He pointed a hoof. “Are you sure you're okay?”

“Just make sure that bitch down there is dead!”

“You got it.”

“Yeah,” She smiled under her mask as she ambled for the exit. “I got it.”