Fallout Equestria Omega's Trials

Omega’s Trials
Chapter One

(Warning when you see text this color it gets a bit gory)

“Well, at least you’re not all alone.” FM’s voice came through the speaker of my pipbuck. She explained to me earlier that she can also broadcast to radios, and it’s less taxing than minds at long distance.

“True,” I agreed with her, not much else to say. “How far can you go?”

“I don’t know.” There was an academic curiosity in her voice. “Never had a chance to test it on any other pipbuck but my mom’s and we got as far apart as possible and it still worked.”

I whistled. That was at least two miles. Not going to be extremely helpful, with how vast the wasteland supposedly was, but it was at least two more miles of hearing a familiar voice.

“Omega, I’m sorry to do this to you, but I have to go if I want to avoid a burn-out.” He agreed that would be bad remembering reading about it in one of his textbooks. ‘A magical burn-out occurs when a unicorn uses too much of their magic over a prolonged period of time, for instance levitating a boat or train car without the proper training or skill, it is the magical equivalent of a hernia, however, instead of surgery the only cure is a few days of rest.’

I walked through the tunnel, the only light originating from my pipbuck. Occasionally, a radroach would scurry by, but aside from that there was only me. I found the door my mom talked about soon enough; she said it would lead out into an old office building. Hopefully it hadn’t collapsed.

This building had seen better days. I immediately did what I was trained to do, and quickly checked my EF’s for red lights. … Nothing. Being momentarily safe, I sat down and took stock of everything I had with me. As I scrolled through my pipbuck’s sort menu, I heard a rustling sound behind me. Instantly, I put my gun in my mouth, slid back the slide, and turned to face…a radroach. It had scurried into the room and through some papers. I put my gun back in the holster and calmly stepped on it. In Luna’s name was I jumpy… Then came a louder crash, followed by a pony shouting ‘Damn It’! I knew not to investigate, but they weren’t red on EFs, just little green blips along the compass. Most likely the scavengers my mom told me about.

As I walked towards the marks on my EFs, I wondered what kind of ponies they’d be like; odds are worn down, beaten and probably happy to see a face that wasn’t interested in their stuff. As I approached the room I heard rummaging sounds, followed by swears and insults to the goddesses. Just before I rounded the corner I realized that she didn’t have the luxury of EFs. So I did the cordial thing, and announced myself before entering.

“Friendly, don’t shoot.” I didn’t draw my gun, thinking ‘how friendly would that show me to be?’ As I walked through the doorway there was a click and I found myself looking down a not-so-friendly gun barrel. I followed my first reflex and found cover.

Three shots banged against the metal desk I dove behind. Somehow that still hadn’t shifted her to red on my pipbuck’s radar. I had literally just walked in the room didn’t do anything to hide or appear threatening this aqua unicorn just pulled a gun and started shooting.

“Those were the only warning shots I’m gonna give you.” Well that may have explained why she wasn’t red. “I don’t want any trouble, but if you so much as poke your head out again I’m going to blast it the fuck off.”
I believed her.

“Well, can you tell me how long you’re going to be?” Another shot went into the desk by my head.
Apparently, this was not the time for stupid questions.

“As long as it takes for my siblings to scavenge this place,” Her glowing gun slipped around the corner, followed by a grenade floating over the top of the desk and levitating in front of my face. I could have pissed myself.

I was being robbed by a pissed off unicorn mare. Her mane was purple with gold highlights, and it seemed to float there on its own. Her coat was the same shade of grape juice purple as her mane. She would have been cute if she wasn’t holding me at gun point. I couldn’t make out her cutie mark beneath her cape, but I had a feeling it was somehow very unscrupulous. She was levitating two guns to the back of my head, and a third in my face. She showed no problem reminding me of that by occasionally pressing the barrel of any one of them against my skull. And she still was not a red dot on my EF’s. What the hell was wrong with this stupid thing?
I was very glad I thought ahead and left my saddle bags under the desk in the office. So she was really getting nothing from…and here comes a little foal with saddle bags that look suspiciously like mine…they even have a 74 on them and everything,. Damn!

“Big sis! Look-it what I found!” He yelled running into the room, giving me a passing glance. “Is he a bad pony like the ones who took mommy and daddy?”

“I think he’s a little bit bad Stormy, but not that bad.” She said, adding a hard look of ‘why-don’t-I-just-blow-you-away-for-hiding-shit?’

“Okie Dokey. I’mma go find Buck Shot and Sure Shot so we can get dinner going.” He trotted off, singing some little song about how he had found my bags.

I waited until after he left to start conversation involving morals and such. It ended with her saying something about how glad I should be that I get to keep my gun, ammo, and armor, then went into a rant involving me being a spoiled stable pony not having to deal with this shit and responsibilities of all the rest of the world and yeah she slept pretty damn good knowing her siblings were fed. On a side note, I don’t think anypony could slip that many variations of the word ‘fuck’ into a single rant. If I wasn’t in mortal terror, I would’ve taken notes.

I trotted out of the building, bags empty, and with an odd feeling that right now I was being watched by her other sister Sure Shot, which sounded like the name of a sniper. I didn’t look back, or stop or make any sudden moves that would let me find out if this hunch was right. I was just robbed. I hadn’t even been out of the stable for an hour, and I was robbed. Was I really supposed to make it three months when I got robbed in ten minutes?

I found a nice abandoned house to take shelter in; it was out of site and safely nestled in a small canyon. My pipbuck automatically labeled it ‘Hidey House’. I knew one of the things my mom told me is not to be surprised by my pipbuck’s penchant for tracking and naming software, but still, what the Hell.

“Hey, Omega, are you receiving?” FM’s voice crackled to life on my pipbuck. It had been 12 hours since I left the stable.

“Yes, I’m hearing you.” I was following my mom’s advice and checking every drawer in the house for bottle caps, bullets, weapons, and most importantly at this juncture, food. “So what do you think my mom will say when you ask where I am?”

“Why would I do that?” Her voice was stern. I didn’t like where this was going. “Do you have any idea what she is going through, knowing that she just threw you, her only son whom she had raised, into a proverbial meat grinder?”

Could I not catch a break from being chewed out today?

“Yeah…you’re right.” I felt like crap. So far I had found some 200 year old cake, some radaway, and about 50 caps.

“Is everything alright?” She was really worried, and I could tell it was not just about me. She was also worried about my mom. I know that going through my head for a month would likely let her see my mom in a way that would surprise her. Most just expected to see a tough pillar of strength that helped the stable run smoothly. Yeah, she was strict and demanding, but she was still my mom.

“You mean aside from the obvious?” I chuckled to give her some feeling of comfort. “No it’s all good, I found an out of the way house to sleep in and I’ll make a fresh start to Trainyard tomorrow.”
The nearest settlement my mom told me about; a semi-lawless barbaric trading town.
“Yes, aside from the obvious.” She teased.
“Well other than a strong lack of unified government and me not being treated like an honored guest, nothing.” We both laughed, then there was a silence which felt as though it went on forever. “I’ll be fine.”
“I know you will be. I’m sorry but this spell is very taxing, I have to go.”

“Okay, I’ll see you in 3 months.” There was a crackle and my pipbuck went silent. “Hopefully.”

I was awoken by a loud crash from the vase I put in front of the door in case somepony walked in the house. There were five green lights drifting across my EF’s. I was wary after my experience earlier today.

“Scars, check the fridge. See if there is anything worth taking.” There was the sound of glass breaking, followed by a shriek. “The rest of you set up in the living room.”

Going through my mental list, they sounded somewhat organized, not insanely psychotic, and didn’t smell of three flavors of rot. So, that made them slavers or a gang.

“We are going to Thatches tomorrow; hopefully we don’t have to fight them.” A new location pinged on my pipbuck: ‘Thatches’.

“Why Thatches?” A mare asked. “Bit out of the way isn’t it?”

“It’s where He started and if He’s injured they’d be the first to shelter him.” There was a decisive sound in his voice.

“And if He’s not?” A stallion asked. There was a pause. “He’s been gone for three years, what are the odds he’d still be there?”

“We do our job.” His tone lightened and he started laughing, the rest of the group followed in.
So they were slavers. A small part of me wanted to go and save the town; however, another part of me said it’s been like this for 200 years, is killing them going to change it when all it will do is endanger me. Why should I risk my life for strangers? I mean really, not like I’d gain anything from it, what would I do, say ‘Hey, overheard some slavers were coming to your town so I killed them for you, what’s the reward?’ Not likely. My best bet was to wait in the room and hope they didn’t find me.
There was a knock at the door. A silence covered the once laughing group. There was another from the window, the wall, the ceiling. I heard guns cock, one kept saying ‘not again’ and was doing his best to not cry.
“Cuz, this isn’t funny.” The knocks kept happening, nopony said a word. “SYPH! Stop It!”
They stopped. I heard the front door creak open as another dot entered the roo. This one was green as well. Then the gunfire started, then the swearing and screaming and begging for mercy, then slow choking gurgling noises as one dot after another disappeared off my EF’s. I heard the last one begging for their attacker to kill him this time, not to make him go through this again. The dot disappeared. The last dot on my EF’s vanished from view as the door shut behind it. Hours had passed on my pipbuck’s clock.

I don’t know how long I waited before leaving the room; it felt like it took me hours to walk down the hallway. On the table in the kitchen, stacked in a neat pile, was all of what I assumed was the slaver’s gear; two hundred fifty three caps, some drugs, a few healing potions, food, water, a shot gun, an assault rifle, and an 9mm, a few clips of ammo for each. I stuffed everything into my bags and at the bottom of the pile I saw a note. with trembling jaws I opened it:

“Good luck and look behind you. 

Angelo' Death”

I grabbed my gun and turned around, expecting to see some sort of horrible monster pony staring me back in the face. Instead, I was greeted with a sight from my deepest nightmares. All five slavers, or at least what was left of them. I vomited.

Every inch of the room was coated in blood. All of their bodies were mutilated in some horrible fashion. One had all of his skin ripped from his body; another had his heart and lungs torn from his chest and shoved down his throat; another, her intestines wrapped around her throat, her uterus covering the top of her head. It took me a moment to find the fourth one, then I realized he was everywhere; he had been dragged across the entire room until all that was left were his bare splintered bones. These couldn’t compare to the last one. He hung from the ceiling, barbed wire coming out of every orifice. With a barbed wire noose around his neck, his eyes fixated on me, he was smiling; his lips silently mouthed “kill me…” Between words, I saw his tongue was wrapped in barbed wire as well and his teeth had been ripped out and put in a necklace around his neck. The monster had left him alive, hanging there, blood dripping out of his neck and mouth, as the barbed wire clung to him, slowly strangling him.

I ran out of the house away from the slowly dying pony, despite him begging, I couldn’t kill him… I ran. I ran along the other side of the canyon as what I assumed was the rest of their group came in. One of them had what my mom told me was a battle saddle with a rocket launcher mounted on one side, and beautiful minigun mounted on the other. I think. I couldn’t tell. My eyes were too full of tears to make out the rest. Same outfit as the ponies from the house though; so maybe they’d be able to put their slowly dying friend out of his misery. Glad I got out when I did. They didn’t seem to pay me any attention. My mom was right, if I resemble a big tough pony, the slavers will leave me alone if I look like too much trouble.

The sun had come up I think, the clouds still had a dark overcast, and the light that filtered through filled the world with a dull grey, but I could see. I collapsed and vomited again, even though there was nothing to vomit up. After thirty minutes of sobbing, I finally gained the strength to get a move on to Trainwreck. I kept telling myself this is the Wasteland, it happens all the time. They have no morals, no sanity, and they have no rules.
One of the best features of the Pipbuck is its mapping function; it always tells you where to go. My pipbuck’s only problem was that it showed me the straight direction in which to go, not the twists and turns that the Wasteland would throw at me, so unorganized and chaotic that I had no idea what path would be behind the next rock. The thrill was exhilarating.

Make that annoyingly frustrating. The thrill of exploration lost its charm after a pack of wild dogs made me waste a potion and 2 clips. To add insult to injury, it had been hours and I’d only made it ten miles. This terrain was hell; deep crags and fissures dotted the wasteland. Sometimes, you didn’t know about them until they were inches in front of you. The only usable paths were the paths on the bottoms of crags; the walls were too steep to walk up. Then I spotted it like an oasis in the desert, a simple round hill that was above the immediate terrain, and easy to climb up. What more could a pony ask for?

As I got to the top of the hill I realized I could ask for a lot more. Off in the distance I could see the town and the arrow on my pipbuck’s compass identified it as Trainyard. This was my first real good look at the Hub and it was depressing, even if the clouds were gone and the Pegasus made it a clear sunny day, it would still be depressing as hell. Dunes made of glass still stood in the distant desert from when the balefire bombs detonated. The landscape was a desolate grey and brown; train wrecks littered the landscape. Even though their tracks had long been carted, they remained once beautiful Pegasus sky chariots that had fallen from the sky in the zebra’s blind shots at the city above, and now they lay desolate and ruined. Except the massive white towers that reached to the clouds, my mom mentioned them but couldn’t tell me what they were for, neither could anypony else.
Then I saw a small caravan heading up what appeared to be a road to the town. A two headed cow, Brahmin my mother said they were called, lumbered with a full pack, surrounded by five ponies.

“Thank you Celestia, the provider of-“ My praise of the princess/goddess was interrupted.

“There he is!” A mare shouted from below as a bullet hit the ground beneath me. I recognized them as the slavers heading to the shack, which had paid close enough attention to me running past them to realize I’m probably the only pony who saw anything. “Kill that Fucker!” She shouted,and the gears in my brain slowly turned as I realized why she said that. Then I did what any brave pony faced with ten slavers who think you slowly tortured and murdered their friends would do at this time.
I ran for my life.

“Kill That Monster!” Another mare shouted, “Show him what happens to ponies who imitate Angelo’ Death!”

There was a fwoom, followed by a hiss that was getting louder, and louder like it was gaining on me. I looked back just in time to realize that I needed to duck, like, NOW. The rocket sailed over my head and detonated in the dirt ahead of me, blasting a relatively large hole in the ground. I leapt over it guided by adrenaline and mortal terror, a feeling I had become quite used to in the past 36 hours. I heard the ricochets of bullets as they tried to take shots at me. Rocket pony was running, trying to get closer. For his minigun, or for a more accurate shot with the rocket, I didn’t want to find out.

“I’d kill to have some of that cheating unicorn magic.” I mumbled angrily as I pushed my legs harder than I thought possible. My lungs burned, and it felt as though my heart was going to explode out of my chest. I had been playing cat and mouse for about half an hour. Another Fwoom, and I dove to the side, which made five. How many rockets was this pony packing?

Too many, was the answer. Another rocket overshot me, and detonated the ground on a particularly narrow pass. Fueled by adrenaline and mortal terror, I leapt over the crater and dropped the landmine behind me. They jumped over the crater, and the landmine activated. There was a beep, followed by an ‘OH FU-‘, then a satisfying explosion. I glanced back as rocket stallion, and three or four others fell off the ledge and into the mess of rocks below. After another ten minutes, I saw the red dots on my EF’s fade away, likely trying to find a way around the hole I blasted.

I rounded another corner on the winding road over the canyon, and on the other side I saw in all its tarnished, run-down glory, the town of Trainyard.

It was built overlooking a cliff with an extremely rickety looking train bridge going down the side of the cliff. There were two grizzled ponies, a mare and stallion, standing guard in front of the gates while numerous others walked along the wall built overlooking the road. Multiple rifles were mounted on swivels for the non-unicorns.

“Hey, stable pony.”
This mare was big, and wearing leather armor with Kevlar pads over her vitals and spikes on her shoulders. She was covered in burns and battle scars, and missing her right eye. I had never been so fearful of any other mare except my mom. “Read the rules before you enter.”

Mounted above the door were a set of rules:
1) If somepony shoots you, shoot back.
2) If you were robbed, it’s your problem, don’t try to file a report.
3) Same thing with rapes.
4) You break it, buy it.
5) Don’t make a scene.
6) There are no rules in Trainyard.
Well that’s comforting, I thought to myself.
“I personally think they are dumb to put them up, but apparently some stable unicorn from a long time ago made a fuss about rules, and order and shit to Biggon, and he put them up there.” She spat out some tobacco. “Now, you aren’t going to be a whiney stable pony and give us some shit to do, are you?”

Dear goddesses, she was intimidating. All I could free myself up to do was nod my head no.

“That’s what I thought.” She glared at me as I walked into the town. My mind kept trying to pin down which was scarier, the attitude that she would eat me alive, or the empty eye socket.

“Hey?” I asked in my meekest please-don’t-squash-me-I’m-just-a-stable-pony voice. “I’m looking for a pony, or help finding them…Any idea where to start?”

“Trench’s Tavern,” She answered. “Don’t get mugged.”

“I won’t.” I said confidently. I was just chased for over half an hour by ten slavers and killed at least four of them. What did the wasteland have on me?

I walked into the tavern. It was nothing more than a few wrecked train cars, and a dug out hole in the ground. The air was a mixture of sweat, smoke, alcohol, and several other smells that had summed up as… I don’t want to know.

Though the guard had pointed me in the right direction, I had no idea where to start. Personally, I think my mind was still trying to figure out the nature of rule 6. I sat at the counter and tried to look tough; I didn’t think it would be that difficult with 2 pistols, a rifle, a shotgun, and a big-ass knife.

“YOU CAN’T FUCKING DO THIS!” A mare screamed from across the tavern, she was wearing an extremely skimpy outfit that would make the most pious pony think impure thoughts, because she was HOT!
I almost forgot about FM.

“In case you forgot, Princess,” sneered the orange earth pony buck with a cutie mark resembling a very long and very sharp knife, similar to the one he had tucked away in the scarf around his neck, “you are still in debt to Trench. You paid the 750 you owed her, now you have to pay the interest, which adds up to another 750 caps.”

“Shanks, You Fucking Bastard!” Princess was in tears now. She tried to buck him, but he was faster and kicked her against the wall behind him.

“Big mistake.” His sick smile had turned into an extremely pissed off look. “I’d cut right here to teach you a lesson, but Trench would be pissed, so why don’t you make like a good little whore and sell your fucking ass.”

Somepony needed to do something. She was in trouble, and all these scumbags were just watching… hell, waiting… for this desperate mare to come to them so they could pay her for a few minutes of sex. What the fuck was wrong with this place? Why wouldn’t anypony help her? Not that it was any of my business; still it was wrong, and starting to get on my nerves.

“How much did you say she owed you?” a voice said from right behind me. I hadn’t even noticed the pony sitting there, amid the pile of shot glasses, in his black trench coat, and matching fedora. Judging from the looks on all the other ponies faces, they hadn’t seen him, either.

“750 caps.” He said confidently, as the coated pony walked towards them. “She ran up her tab.”

“Princess, how about a kiss?” he asked. I activated SATS. This bastard was going to die, and as the time-stopping spell activated, I swear he froze glancing back at me. I deactivated it and reactivated it again, just to be sure, then stared in disbelief at the percentages of hitting him. He couldn’t be more than 10 feet away. I had a clear line of fire, I had full view of his body, so how is it possible that I’m only getting 25%?!

The mare looked broken now, like she had given up all hope as she moved to kiss him on his mouth. He turned his head on the last second, and it landed on his cheek. He then grinned at Shanks. He calmly dug into his coat and pulled out bag of caps, and let her grab it with her magic.

“It was wonderful. Seven hundred fifty caps, easily.” He left the money in her magical grasp as she levitated the bag, and then untied the top. I had never imagined such joy in a pony’s face as I had seen then, and the look of pure disbelief on all the other attendees faces as he casually walked back to the table, sat back down, and took another shot.

“Shanks,” She smiled, “Fuck Off.” She levitated the bag to his feet and started to walk out of the tavern. The stranger stopped her for a second, and handed her what I think were more caps. He whispered something to her and she ran out with a look of adrenaline-filled joy on her face. The tavern was still sitting stunned in disbelief as drinks floated in mid-air.

Shanks walked over to the coated pony’s table.

“Are sure you have enough to pay for all that?” This was one extremely pissed pony.

“Can’t be more than 80 caps worth of booze.” He glanced at the half full bottle of jager then at another shot glass. He shrugged, and started to chug the bottle.

“80’s the base fee, then you have the taking-up-space fee, then you have the flaunting-caps-around-like-you’ve-just-robbed-a-tenpony-caravan fee, and you have the you-just-lost-me-the-best-hooker-here fee.” He roared and flipped the table. “Not to mention the fucking damages!”

“What can I say. I’m always getting into trouble.” He chuckled as the big pony pulled his knife out of the scarf and made a lunge for him. Shanks stopped inches from the coated pony, a dirt brown glow engulfing him.

“Son!” A mare’s voice, so sharp you could replace Shanks’ knife with it, yelled. “What Did I Tell You About Harming The Customers?”

“But maw, he freed Princess.” Two things: First, how was his speech so eloquent with a knife handle in his mouth, two was that how I looked when my mother was chewing me out?

“I know that, and will take care of it.” He rotated his son to meet him dead in the eyes. “Now go to your room.”

Shanks did what he was told, and it seemed half the tavern agreed to follow suit and left. The other half stayed to see what was about to happen, or they were too drunk to leave.

“Now I hope you understand how many caps you just lost me, I put a lot of effort into coming up with ways to keep Princess here,” the pony, whom I was guessing was Trench, said to the stranger as he finished chugging (?!) his jager. Trench seemed slightly disconcerted about this fact, too. “I would like to know how you plan to reimburse me. I am reasonable mare, and I’m sure we can come to some arrangement.”

“How much?” Was all he said. With a hiss through his teeth, “Sorry, how much were planning to get out of her?”

“At least two thousand more caps.” She smiled like it was nothing.

“I see,” He sighed, “well I’m terribly sorry but I can’t pay you.”

“How long before you have the money?”

“I mean I’m not going to pay you. I’ll pay for my jager, however after that I’m leaving. I got what I came here for and have no intentions of coming back.”

“I see,” She sighed as well, but she followed hers with a chuckle. “Guess I’m going to call Thunderstomp in to to collect from you, then.”

“Thunderstomp?” For the first time throughout the conversation he actually looked at her.

“Our collector.”

“Is he strong?”

“Yes he kicked a bum like you over that wall out there.”

“Is he fast?”

“Yes, he can run circles around a train.”

“He tough?”

“I’ve seen him shrug off rockets.”

“Well then, what are you waiting for, bring him in here!” He was disturbingly excited about this. “If he’s half as good as you say he is, I’m going to have a good time! Now, if you only had some shit that could get me drunk.“

The mare was in complete shock, as were the ponies that had paid and started to leave leave at the mention of Thunderstomp’s name.

“THUNDERSTOMP! TIME TO EARN YOUR KEEP!” Trench shouted. There was a pause, then hoofsteps shaking the drinks in the tavern. The rest of the ponies sobered up and filed out, except for me. What the hell was compelling me to stay and watch this poor coated pony get pummeled? I knew I couldn’t be that drunk yet.
He seemed to barely contain his excitement as the stomps grew closer.

At the entrance, all the ponies parted except for one unfortunate unicorn that was kicked with enough force to dent the train car’s ceiling. The mare coughed, and just managed to roll out of the way before he walked in.

A big black buffalo, with three white feathers above his right ear, stood silently in the doorway.

Level Up-Dangerous When Cornered-When being chased you get +5 to explosives

(I'd like to say Thank you to kkat for creating FoE, and my friend Sara, and my sister Adri for making it grammatically correct also should have chapters out once a week)