Fallout Equestria: Memento Mori

"For a soul to become truly evil it must first be baptized in sorrow"

So. Fucking. Bored!

       I have been sitting at our shop's counter for two hours and no one has come in to buy anything or even look around. For two hours! I slam my head on the counter in an attempt dispel the boredom in my brain. Nope didn't work. Fuck now I have a headache. My dad had left me in charge of our store, we sell anything and everything. We get regular deliveries form scavengers and traveling merchants that come through so we're usually pretty stocked. There's a Action Mare comic to my left. Almost want to read it and I hate Action Mare. The shops bell rings and I jolt up relieved that someone is here," Hello there how can I help you today?"

"Hey Silky."

     The voice automatically makes my day then and there. Only one pony called me that goddess awful nickname. Potshot, or Potsy as I call him, is a slender red unicorn stallion with a blonde mane. His Cutie mark is a pair of black bullets. He's my best friend, crush, a complete dreamboat, and also Mayor Silverstar's son. He's been my partner in crime since we were foals.

"Hey Potsy," my voice takes on a seductive tone as I lean over the counter.

     "Manning the counter today huh," he says with a chuckle," So where's your dad anyway?" I sigh in defeat at another failed attempt. Oblivious dolt. I swear he wouldn't get that I wanted him even if I out right kissed him.

     "Oh he went out into the field today to meet with one of those travelling merchants. So what brings you to me casa?" The shop doubles as our home on the second floor.

"Just running an errand for Pops. He wanted me to grab some Sparkle Cola."

"He is addicted to that stuff," I say as I stick my tongue out in disgust. I can't stand those old flat fizzy drinks.

"Yep but what can you do?"

     "Try an intervention," I snort. I clamp my mouth shut with a hoof. Potsy begins laughing outrageously as my blush turns my pink muzzle a nice rose red. Smooth Silk Edge real smooth. The one thing I get from my dad other than my eyes and it has to be the most embarrassing thing possible.   After Potsy stops rolling on the floor for a good five minutes and while I am in the misted of wishing I was dead, he comes up to the counter with a case of Sparkle Cola held in his magic.

"How much Silky?" he asks, still chuckling. Adorable jerk.

    "Ten Caps," I respond in a small voice, still blushing. Stop blushing damn it! Potsy sets down the caps. I scoop them up and place them in the register quicker than necessary.

"See ya Silky."

      I mutter a halfass good bye and am about to slam my head on the counter until I stop moving all together when he turns to look at me over his shoulder before leaving the shop.

     "And by the way you shouldn't be embarrassed by your laugh I think it's extremely cute." Potsy winks at me and leaves the shop. Did he just? Did Potsy just flirt with me?

Pomf

     My wings go primary up as my brain tries comprehend the hotness of the wink I had just received. Where in the Hell  did he learn to flirt? Yep I can die happy today. While I'm on Cloud Nine with a goofy grin on my face I don't notice the shop's bell ring and a dark grey pegasus stallion with a dark red mane enter.

"Umm honey why are your wings like that?"

"Potsy said my laugh was cute," I giggle like a school filly and flutter my still outstretched wings.

"Did he now?"

     That's when my brain registered that my dad was standing not five feet in front of me and I currently have a major wing boner going. Shit! I scream frantically start trying to flattening my wings. My face more than likely looks like a cherry right now. While I'm having my freakout Dad decides to start laughing, and snorting. Curse that snort to the farthest depths of hell! After sputering for a good minute I finally find my voice. Loudly," Dad what the hell?! What are you doing here?!"

     "One I live here and two I kind of own the shop." Smart ass and he wonders where I get it from. When he catches his breathe he sets down his bag and starts putting the new merchandise on the shelves.

"Don't worry ma petite étoile I approve. Potshot's a fine young lad. Respectful too."

     "Daaaad stop. I'm embarrassed enough as is," I whine wanting this fresh hell to end. He just chuckles and continues stocking the shelves. I cross my hooves over my chest and begin The Pout. My secret weapon that has fallen many a foe.

     "Big secousse muet," I mutter. I'm quite fluent in Prench and so is my dad. He had taught me but now I'm even better than him. We often get customers who speak only Prench so its a useful language to know. As for Dad all he did was look at me with that infernal knowing smile of his.

     "Ah yes that reminds me while I was out I found something you might like." He pulls out a thick book from his saddle bag. On the cover it reads 'Les Miserable.' I squeal and rush into Dad, wrapping my hooves around him in a hug.

     "Les Miserable. Oh daddy thank you thank you thank you!" I clutch the book to my chest and start hovering around the room. Dad just chuckles at my reaction. I have read 'Les Miserable' over fifteen times in my life. It is by far my favorite book but I had only read it from an old terminal we owned and now in my hooves was a mint condition copy. This must have set Dad back a cap or two.

     "Happy birthday ma petite étoile." I fly down and hug him again. I had honestly forgotten it was my birthday. Unwrapping my fore hooves from Dad's neck I rush to the counter and crack open the book and start reading.

     "You know you remind me of your mom more and more each day. She would be so proud of the mare you've become." He says as I look up at him and smile. He finishes up unloading the new merchandise while I continue reading. Goddess I love this book. The shop bell rings and I look up to see the town's head bitches. Maple, a dirt brown earth pony and Hotstuff, an orange unicorn.

     "Hey Silk," Maple says with a grin," Happy Birthday."  She and Hotstuff trot over to the counter and give me a hug. Hey they're bitches but they're my bitches. I return the embraces and share their grins.

"You must be like super excited. It's your eighteenth right?" Hotstuff says. Oh if only you have a clue your voice is like so annoying.

     "Hell yeah!" I say as I close my book.  I've known these two for a long time. Their mom's have been trying to get at Dad for years (if you know what I mean) ever since My mom died. She was killed in a raider attack when I was two so I really don't remember her.

"Hey Silk lets go get a bite to eat at the Salt Lick," Maple grabs my hoof," Ya know to celebrate your big day."

I look at dad and he chuckles," Go on I have things covered here. I'll see you tonight ma petite étoile."

      I give him a hug and follow Maple and Hotstuff out of the shop. As we make our way to the Salt Lick ponies tell me happy birthday and congrats on turning eighteen. I'm actually pretty popular in this small settlement of Petitesabot. Other than the fact that my dad runs the only merchant shop in town. We also work as the leading defenders of the town. You see Dad has trained me to fight ever since I got my cutie mark, an ornate silver dagger with a scarlet ribbon tied in a bow on the hilt. My special talent is acrobatics and I'm actually very good with a pair of wingblades. That day I also learned I came from an ancient line of assassins that had served one of the Royal Sisters, Princess Luna, back before the Megaspells fell. I couldn't tell anypony this but it was the reason my dad trained me in stealth, battle-tactics, and how to use wingblades. My eighteenth was a big day for me for another reason too. Tonight would be my final test, I would have to beat my dad in a straight up fight. This would prove my ability to carry on the family name.

     "What'll be ladies," Greasy booms as we enter the Salt lick. Greasy is an old earth pony with a greasy black mane. He's the Salt Lick's owner and one of my dad's poker buddies," And a happy b-day to you Little Edge."

"Thanks Greasy," I giggle. Three orange's if you can manage it please."

     Right 'way Little Edge," he chuckles and ducks into the makeshift kitchen. Greasy calls me little Edge because my dad's name is Dark Edge.

"So like what did your dad get you?" Hotstuff takes a seat on the barstool and Maple and I do the same.

"He got me a copy of Les Miserable," I state proudly. They give me a blank look, glance at each other then back at me.

"Seriously?" They say at the same time.

   "What?" I grumble "Its a classic." Greasy sets down a small plate with three oranges on it. Hell yes I fucking love oranges. I grab one and start pealing it with my hooves. Maple and Hotstuff stare in amazement as I deftly peal the orange. What can I say I'm good with my hooves.

   "I still don't get how the hell you are able to do that better than I can," Hotstuff says as she picks up an orange with her magic," I have, like, magic."

   I shrug and bite into my treat. Mmmm so fucking good. I finish it in lthree bites, easy. Maple rolls her eyes at me and pushes her orange to me," Here its your day after all."

"Awww thanks Maple," I grin and peal her orange," Oh guys Potsy bulletin. He winked at me."

They give a look like I'm crazy," And?"

"It was sexy alright and he legitimately flirted with me." I huff.

"We're talking Mr. Oblivious here right?"

"Oh stuff it Hot," Maple gives her a glare," That's great news Silk maybe he'll make a move soon."

"I hope," I say as I take a bite of my orange.

BOOOM!!!

    An explosion rocks the shop and we all hit the dirt. A fucking raider attack now and in broad daylight!?! They never attacked during the day.

    "Stay here," I hiss at Maple and Hotstuff and go to the door. Outside there is smoke billowing from the direction of the east gate," Greasy toss me your butcher knife."

    He tosses a massive cleaver at me and I catch the handle in my mouth. I carefully walk out the door, crouched low to the ground as screams start to fill the air. To my right I spot a zebra wearing a dark red armor that looks to be made of leather stabbing Aria Swan with a crude knife attached to his hoof. I can tell she's already dead. Never did like her. I rushed him with a pump of my wings. We went rolling and I threw him off of me. He hit a wall and before he had time to recover I threw the cleaver at him. It went a good two inches into his skull. I breathe heavily as I realize the gravity of my situation. With all my training this is the first time I've killed someone. No time to deal with it now I need to get back to the shop. I Shake my head and launched myself into the air and flew to the shop.

    In the air I got a good picture of what was happening. Zebras were flooding the town from a hole in the town's east wall. I land on the shop's roof and head inside from a hatch on the roof. Inside I hear a struggle down stairs. I gallop to my room strap my wingblades, a pair of crude iron blades, onto my wings and fly run downstairs.

     When I get to the shop's main floor. I spot Dad in the middle of a fight with one of the zebras. Shelves are knocked down and merchandise thrown this way and that. I steel myself and launch myself toward the zebra. Remembering my training I bank slightly to the right and let my wingblade slice him open along his side. This gives Dad enough time to grab the fucker around the neck and snap it.

      "Good work," Dad grunts as he pushes the zebra away," Follow me upstairs." Dad turns to go upstairs but a dagger flies into his side and he hits the floor

"Dad!"

    A pair of zebras had rush inside the shop, one even had a minigun mounted on him. A minigun! I mean seriously what the fuck!? We fall back to the stairs and Dad manages to send a blade hilt deep into the gun-toting zebra's forehead but his companion sends a blade flying at me. Acting quickly I dodge his blade and draw Dad's last knife from his barding and sent it flying at the zebra. He sidesteps but the blade grazes his cheek, leaving a gash. With a grunt he stumbles back allowing me time to rush him and introduce him to my hoof. It just wanted to be friendly. It connects to his muzzle sending him hurtling into a series of tools that hung on the wall. Unlucky guy considering most of those tools are sharp. Yeah I think he got the point. I can't help but snort at that pun. Oh crap Dad!

"Dad are you alright?"

   "Yeah just got about six inches of steel in my side," he chuckles as if that joke's funny. In all truth I'm scared shitless at his injury.  Remembering he keeps healing potions upstairs, I pick him up and go up the stairs. Goddess Dad lay off the frieking Sugar Bombs. Once in his room I rummage through his drawers and, eureka, found one. Turning back I pull the blade in his side out and cradle Dad's head. Popping open the potion I move it to his lips but he stops me.

   "No don't waste it you'll need it more than I do. That blade was poisoned. The potion won't stop the spread." He coughs up some blood. I feel myself start to tear up.

"N-no these things are g-guaranteed to he-heal anything it'll wo-work," I Choke out as tears run down my cheeks.

He smiles up at me," I'm proud of you ma petite étoile. Je t'aime tellement...."

    "Daddy please don't. Come on drink it ple-please." He try to push the potion to his lips but his body goes limp as foam comes out of his mouth and he stops breathing. The sounds from outside fall on deaf ears as I start sobbing into Dad's lifeless body. Finally I wipe the tears from my eyes and close his.

"I love you too Daddy." To my right the box Dad had given me grabs my attention.

   "Memento Mori," I whisper and the box opens with a hiss. Inside is a purple and yellow jump suit. It has an unnatural sheen to it that just draws me to it. Under it is a black metal bracer that looks to reach up to my shin, a note and what looks to be a Pipbuck. Some of the traders had them and I even remember Mom having one in the pictures dad keeps of her. This must have been hers. I look at the note and open it.

Silk,

Congratulations my daughter you have graduated from your training and you are ready to take up our family's ancient mantle. Inside this chest is the uniform of our ancestors, it is heavily enchanted increasing your senses slightly and removing any friction between your body and the air, as well it will provide another little surprise but I won't ruin that for you. The other two items are the hoofblade, it will serve you well and has been passed down from Shadowhoof to Shadowhoof for a thousand years. That blade has no equal in this day and age. Finally a gift from your mother, her Pipbuck. I never had a mind for machines as your mother did, constantly fiddling with that little wrist device she was. She had asked before she died that it be given to you and now I have kept that final promise. She made me promise something else but I find that easy to uphold, that I will always love you ma petite étoile. Happy Birthday.

Love,

Dad

Masquer Shadow vous et la Lune vous guider

     A fresh river of tears flow down my already soaked cheeks as I read the letter over and over. I am broken from my trance as a window in the room shatter and I hear the ping of a bullet on the wall next to the bed. We're still under attack from those zebras. A cold rage starts to turn my blood cold. These bastards had the gall to attack my home and my only family. Sorrow is replaced by rage as I find myself staring at the jump suit. I quickly slip it on. The fabric is like silk against my fur and once I slip the jump suit's hood over my face I feel my body tingle. My wings begin to ache slightly. That's when the I feel my senses get a jump start. I can see everything sharper, clearer. I give my wings a flap.

What the?!

   I look at my wings. Their shaped like a bloody bats. I stare at this impossible development. I mean what the fuck?! Bat wings seriously that will majorly...I flap my wings and do a flip over the bed. Huh ok then that's cool even easier to fly. Maybe feathers are over rated. I go over to the mirror on the vanity and gape at my reflection. I looked right fearsome in this jumpsuit. I glowed a soft purple in the light and hugged every curve. Damn I looked good. On my flank rested a pony skull with wings on either side. As well my eyes had changed too through the suits built in yellow goggles I could see My dark red eyes had become slitted like a cat's. Ok best present ever.

   I grab the black bracer and slip it on. With a click I feel it secure into place. When I flick my hoof out nine inches of black steel is what I'm rewarded with. On the blade, etched in silver, is 'Memento Mori'. Alright then I'm calling you Memento. Then I slip the Pipbuck on, it clicks into place and turns on. 'Hello and thank you for choosing Stable-Tec' flashes on the screen. The system boots up. Wow this is cool. It flashes 'ready for usage.' I explore it and find E.F.S (Eyes Forward Sparkle) shows several red blips outside and a few green blips as well as my location. Then something flashes on the screen.

'Warning Stable-Tec Arcane Targeting Spell data corrupted. S.A.T.S. system offline.'

    Well that sucks. Can't do anything about it now though. Getting up I head to my room and grab my saddlebags then head downstairs. Peering into the shop I find it's empty save from the corpses. I can't help but gag. Goddess these guys smell. I spot our shop's medical box and grab the roll of bandage and a pair of health potions from it. Then I grab a leather barding. This jump suits cool and all but lets face it won't stop a bullet. Putting the barding over the suit, I spot 'Les Miserable' still one the counter. I bite my lip and stop a fresh stream of tears from flowing. I grab the book and stuff it in my saddle bag and trot over to the entrance. I carefully peer outside then look at the Pipbuck. it reads item sorted inside the saddlebag. Cool that's useful but I set it to the E.F.S. and find a pair of red blips below the shop. I go over and peer over the railing and see two zebras looting a pair of bodies. I can't tell who they are though. Jumping over the railing, I flick out Memento and send all nine inches into the first zebra's back. before his friend can react I preform a barrel roll through the air and land to his side, retracting Memento as I do. Pivoting onto my fore hooves I give a good old fashioned buck into the ribs.

"Little bitch," he grunts as he stumbles. Oh fuck. He pulls out a pistol. Eww he's using his mouth. So gross.

Oh shit.

    He fires a few shots which I'm able to dodge the first two shots but the last bullet slams into my shoulder. I let out a scream of pain. Damn it hurts like hell. I grit my teeth against the searing pain and rush him with a pump of my wings. Flicking Memento out again I slash his throat open. Blood spews out from his neck like a fountain hitting me square in the face.

    "You fucking bled all over me you dick," I whine as I kick the dying zebra in the gut.That's when I notice the corpses they had been looting. Mayor Silverstar's and...

    "Potsy! No, no, no please!" I scream as I cradle his head.He had been shot several times in the chest. This time I don't feel sad I'm pissed. Royally! More than I've ever been.  My fury turns cold and frigid, turning to a bloodlust.

These. Fuckers. Are. Dead!

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