Chapter 1

War, war never changes... The Equestria Wasteland... colorless, dirty, cruel, and chaotic... This was the world 200 years in the future. And war is still ongoing despite the apocalypse happening, the great war, like that of Red Eye, The Enclave, and the Brotherhood of Steel rage against each other. As well as the smaller ones, raiders attacking other raiders and other wastelanders for supplies... These are the tales of such wars...

Underneath an old, broken bridge was a peculiar pony. A yellow stallion, pegasus to be exact, far from his homeland up in the sky... He had been an enclave scout, assigned to float down to the barren surface and report if things were still too dangerous for the rest of the world above to join those below. War was brought upon this pegasus' squad, raiders shooting at them from below, and making him separate from the rest of his team. Unable to return to the skies without proper clearance, he is stranded down here and now makes due.

This pony is Silver Lining, who had traded in his Enclave uniform for something more casual, wanting to blend in to society down here. It had been three months since his separation, and is living comfortably with the career of a bounty hunter... At least, as comfortable as one CAN be in the Wasteland... He is currently holding fort in his makeshift home under this broken bridge, having one of his last MREs for supper.

The Wasteland was certainly deserving of its name. As far as a pony could see, there was nothing but death and desolation. Buildings that once stood proud and tall now sagged and creaked weakly. The world, it seemed, was blanketed in a dreary cloak of cloud cover. Years ago, the pegasus race decided the rest of Equestria was undeserving of the sun's love, and tucked it away behind their artificial clouds. With no sun, the grass, trees, and flowers all withered to match the decrepit cityscapes around them. Years passed, and the plants adapted to live off of the radioactive rainwater, but grew in dreary shades of gray and dull green.

Not unlike the plants, ponies have learned to survive in this sullen landscape. Most have retired to safe havens around Equestria, where they can live and die comfortably. Others refuse to trust that there is such thing as sanctuary in the Wasteland, and endlessly wander, scavenging for supplies to make ends meet.

The latter would most accurately describe the two mares trotting side by side towards a sagging city bridge, laden with supplies dangling from their rucksacks.

The larger one, carrying most of the weight, is a unicorn, lean and muscular from her life in the Wasteland, constantly having to carry weeks' worth of supplies. Her light grey coat, where not covered in ragged wanderer armor, glistens with sweat in the glow of the evening sun, the last of two appearances from the star each day. In a glowing purple field next to her, a .50 bolt action sniper rifle aims where her violet eyes scan, checking building tops and alleyways. As she walks, she blows a lock of her dirty brown mane out of her face. It had been done up in a ponytail, but a short squall with a couple of Raiders had put her hair into disarray. She steals a quick glance to make sure her smaller companion is still at her side.

The white-coated mare, nearly a head shorter than her companion, and nowhere near a match to her build, takes quiet, long steps in order to keep up with the other mare. Her icy, gray-blue eyes constantly flicker up and over to her companion, nervously anticipating gunshots to begin ringing again. Her flanks are sore, struggling to keep moving under the weight she carries. Along with the bag on her back filled with scavenged supplies, she carries two yellow containers on either flank, adorned with small pink butterflies. She is the more armored of the two, wearing black combat armor that looks as though it had to have been sized down in order to fit her.

The tense silence finally breaks as the two near the bridge.

"Essie..?" the smaller one whispers, pointing towards the light of a campfire.

"Ah see it, Star." the mare with the rifle replies. "Hide." she says quietly, swinging the rifle around, towards the fire. The mare shakes her blue mane out of her eyes and quietly scurries off to cover, behind a pile of rubble and bricks.

The mare very slowly steps towards the fire and chambers her rifle.

"Talon Company. Yer surrounded. Give up quietly, an' ya live." she bluffs, easing her pistol out of her saddlebag for reassurance.

The silhouette of a pony on the bridge's underside casted by the fire showed the figure flinching before rolling backwards in an unseen part of the camp, blocked by a row of scavenged shelves. The sound of a rifle loaded was followed shortly after, along with the reply of a clear voice of a stallion. "I'm registered back in Appleloosa's Hunter licenses; Talons should have no quarrel with me. Either y'all are new or yer raiders..!"

Essie spit on the ground at the mention of Raiders, scowling in the direction of the stallion's voice. "Cawl me a Raider, an' see how quick Ah split yer skull open! Come out if y'all ain't got no quarrel." Against her better judgment, she lowered her rifle and took a tentative step towards the stallion's encampment. "Muh gun's down, an' Ah expect yers t' be too!" she called out, stealing a quick glance back at Star, who was still quivering behind cover.

After a pause, a reply was given back. I'm comin' out!" The sound of trotting could be heard as the pony slowly turned around the corner, a battle saddle on his back with a lone rifle perched under his wing. The stallion was wearing a peculiar set of goggles that were connected via wire to the saddle. "What's your business here, trying to attempt a surge with...?” The stallion blinked for a moment, having an odd expression. "...Only two of you..? Wait, where's your Talon armor??" His gun swiveled on its own towards them.

The mare smirked, leveling her rifle again, aiming at the buck. Though her tense muscles betrayed her calm expression, she spoke unnervingly evenly. "Easy now, buck... So Ah ain't a Talon, but Ah ain't no Raider neither. Jus' stand down, an' ever'pony gets t' save some ammo." she said, bringing the tip of her gun to point at the buck's hooves. "C'mon, Ah don't want t' bring any unwanted attention over here. We're lookin' fer a spot t' settle fer the night. Tha's all."

The stallion just narrowed his gaze at her. "So you decide to try and run me out of my own camp first by 'pretending' to be Talons, and when that fails you try to ask nicely with me at gunpoint in my own home? You ain't helpin' your case at all, gal. You've got 5 seconds to either stand down or leave, or I start getting twitchy with the trigger here."

"Awright, awright...” the mare's grin faded, and she levitated the rifle onto her back. The pistol still floated though, hidden behind a small pile of bricks. "Look, we ain't lookin' t' run you out. That routine's just t' make sure we ain't stumbled on a Raider camp, an' y'all don't look like much of a Raider t' me. Jus' point that gun someplace else, an' we can come t' an agreement, awright?"

The corner of his mouth twisted slightly in thought, looking back and forth between the first mare and the one currently hiding behind a rock too small to cover her properly, sighing and shaking his head before lifting his goggles up to his forehead. When he did that, the rifle on his side lowered down. "Very well.... Step on in, why don't ya? Was attempting to make supper earlier..." He back trotted into the cover of the dresser wall he had set up.

The mare nodded and turned around, whistling a mock bird song. A second later, the smaller pony came trotting to Essie's side. After sharing a brief hug, the mares trotted into the stallion's camp. Essie found a seat near the fire, while Star stayed near the spot they'd come in from. Both mares were relieved to shrug off their rucksacks, and Star wasted no time beginning to nurse her aching legs.

"Ah'm Essie. Short fer Sureshot Everheart... Ah figger tha's too much a mouthful, so Ah made it shorter. This here's Starsong. An' before ya ask, no, She ain't muh filly." Starsong perked her ears at the mention of her name, but her focus never wavered from her legs. "Anyhow, Ah suppose that's our innerductions, how about yerself?"

The stallion raised an eyebrow when Essie was quick to comment about her not being her daughter, shrugging before passing them his last MRE, much to his disappointment as he grabbed a case of Sugar Bombs for himself. "Silver Lining, buuut just Silver is preferable... So what are you two then? Friends..? Lovers..? Disgruntled partners in crime?"
"Friends, o' course... Lovers, only when th' absolutely insatiable need arises." Essie explained, chuckling as Starsong's face grew a shade of crimson. "But more th'n anythin' else, scavengers... Survivors... We do what we need t', an' hope we stay on the Goddesses' good sides." She levitated the MRE to Star, and smiled weakly at her. "Ah ain't hungry dear. Besides, you need t' eat more 'n Ah do."

The smaller pony took the meal and nodded, then slowly began to levitate bits of the food up to her muzzle. As she went on, she rapidly gained speed, hungrily eating up every last crumb.

"Thank ya, Silver." Essie said quietly, glancing at Star as she pulled out a bottle of water from their bags. "Y'all didn't have t' do that."

Silver’s eyebrows rose when he heard her explain their relation to another, scratching the back of his mane. "Huh....Well, it's a free world I suppose, not like anypony is around to stop anything anymore. And don't worry about the food; I was planning on scouting out this old market I found South of our location tomorrow. Perhaps you can repay me for the food and shelter by helping me search it?"

Essie leaned back, ears perked as she considered his offer. She glanced at Starsong for a bit more clarity, but the smaller mare was massaging her legs once again, facing away. The sniper finally smirked, and offered her hoof to the stallion... "Awright, Ah'm in. Hell, jus' the thought of it sounds fun!" she chuckled, which prompted a worrisome interjection from the smaller mare.

"Essie...” she said pleadingly, shooting nervous glances at the pegasus stallion. Star's voice was quiet, but the sniper latched to every word in spite of her giddiness to go scavenging.

"We've never been around here... We know what the Raiders are like, back near Ponyville... Not here." she said, taking a seat near the fire, but nearer to Essie.

"Don' worry, Star.’s jus' a quick scavengin' trip t' thank the nice buck here fer not shootin' us. Ain't that right, uh...? Silver, ya said it was?"

Silver leaned forward towards the sniper pony to shake her hoof, shrugging slightly. "Well, nothin's ever that easy. I only saw the place from a distance through a scope.... It looks 'mostly' untouched. I dunno if anypony has noticed that either, but let's just hope we get there first. Heh, don't know why you're gettin' so excited over it though."

"Ah love awl the shit folks left jus' layin' round when the bombs started droppin'...” Essie replied, leaning back in her seat. She glanced at Starsong, who was facehoofing. "Reminds me that shit used to actually be nice, y'know? Folks used t' be able t' go swimmin' and not have t' take RadAway, or pass other folks on th' street and not shoot 'em." The mare sighed, shaking her head and smiling. "Goddesses know... Ah'd love t' see that someday... But, so long as Raiders an' the like roam around, that ain't gonna be easy. So a scavengin' trip, hell yeah. If the Goddesses smile on us... We'll be able t' erase a few a' the scum too."

Starsong stood up about halfway through Essie's little reverie, and made her way back to the bags. Despite her protest, her mind had been made up for her. She opened the smaller bag and fished out an oversized watch, carrying it in her teeth to Essie's hooves. "Read the weight limit, Essie...” Starsong said, tapping the device. "Four more pounds and you're liable to snap your spine. You need to get rid of a few of those broken guns...”

The stallion raised an eyebrow as he looked to the strange device Starsong had pulled out curiously. "Well, we'll see what we can find when we get there... What is that thing? Haven't seen anything like it before... And what are you doing walking around with broken guns?"

Both the mares looked a little strangely at the buck when he didn't immediately recognize the device. Starsong lifted it up and showed it to Silver, tilting her head a little. "It's... A PipBuck... You've never seen one of these before?" she asked, offering it to the buck. Rather than offer a better explanation, Essie shook her head and chuckled.

"Leave it t' a featherbrain t' not know what a PipBuck is." she chided. "An' Ah keep the guns fer parts. Jus' never got 'round t' takin' 'em apart t' get the good shit out. We won't be leavin' t' go t' that market 'till tomorrow, right?"

Silver scratched the back of his mane curiously, still looking at the PipBuck as he picked it up. "A PipBuck..? Ain't this something those stable technicians use for their work? Used to see those unicorns use 'em all the time... Course they were slimmer than this thing... And yeah, we're not going till tomorrow morning, it's late already."

Starsong sighed a little, looking a little miffed as she trotted away from the buck. "Fuck the Stables." she said angrily, sitting near Essie again. "I'd have smashed that thing a long time ago, if it weren't so goddess-damned useful...”

Essie stood, patting Star's back as she sat, trotting over to her bag and opening it up. Letting Starsong chat with the buck, the sniper busied herself with removing all the guns from her bag and beginning to strip them down.
He winced a bit hearing the smaller of the two curse for once, compared to the foul-mouthed sniper. "I take it that you once came from a Stable and that it wasn't pleasant?"

Starsong's ears fell flat as she realized what she'd said. "Oh no... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to...” she apologized, covering her mouth. "It's just... The Stables make me so angry...”

"Yes, I was born in a Stable. Stable 44, near New Pegasus... To make a long story short, the Overmare wasn't anything like what she made herself out to be, and Stable-Tec, if any of those ponies are still alive, are nothing but cruel, heartless monsters...”
"I'm sorry to hear that. I've never been in a Stable myself, just heard rumors about them from everypony else... "Some are supposed to be fairly okay, like this Stable Dweller they keep talking about on the radio, along with another named Security." He continued to look at the PipBuck. "How do you put one of these on? The fastenings look a bit weird for any tool I know of."
"We had the tool, and then it broke. Before that, I used it to monitor internal injuries, which requires the pony to wear the PipBuck." Starsong said, stepping close and tapping the device. "One day, I unhooked it from myself, heard a small pop, and didn’t pay it any mind. Then I checked Essie, unhooked it, and the stupid thing snaps in half." The mare sighed, then shook her head and glanced at Essie. "We need to find a Stable to pick supplies up from." she said firmly, to which the sniper chuckled.

"Didn't ya jus' say somethin' about not knowin' what shit was like 'round here?" Essie asked, grinning.

"Well... This is different." The small voice faltered.

Essie shrugged and returned to her work, disassembling the weapons. "Whatever ya say, kiddo... Long as Ah get t' shoot somethin'!"

The stallion tapped a hoof to his chin. "Hmm... Lemme check the map I've got for the closest known Stable..." Silver got up from the spot near the campfire and went towards one of his bookshelves. As he approached a set of folders, he picked one out and unfolded it to reveal a mouth-written map of the Wasteland. But before returning to the fire, he tapped another bookshelf that had plastic containers.

"These are filled with spare parts for weapons if ya need some Essie. I've got a surplus of junk I collected over time. Just basic tools though, nothing from a Stable..." After taking care of that, he went back to the campfire and laid the map out, studying it. ".......Well, from what I can tell, the closest Stable would be number 24, back in New Appleloosa. It's a day and a half's journey from our location".

"So when we scavenge that market tomorrow morning, make sure you try and grab a balance of food and tradable items. I'm registered at New Appleloosa, so they know who I am; we won't have to expect any surprises.

Essie's ear perked and she stood to investigate the bins of parts. As she did, various excited noises floated from her direction, and the sounds of metal being rifled through constantly pervaded the area. Starsong couldn't help but chuckle and shake her head. "Typical Essie...” She said, stepping close to the stallion with the map. "I want to talk about this, and she gets distracted by some crazy gun obsession... As long as it can blow somebody's head off, it's more important."

Silver smirked as he watched the gun nut go... nuts over the guns. "Guess I'm glad I didn't have to get into a shootout with her earlier... So what's your thoughts on this?"

Starsong's ears fell, and she shook her head as she stared in Essie's direction. She hesitated a moment, then looked at Silver.

"If both the market and the Stable are empty of things that want to shoot at us, I think it's all a very good idea...” the mare said, sighing.”Of course, things just aren't ever that simple, are they?"

Silver smirked as he rolled up the map, putting it into a pocket of his security barding. "Wouldn't be exciting if it was... Anyway, we should probably get some rest if we want to get there early enough to beat whatever crowd shows up."
The mare bent down and picked up the PipBuck, then nodded to the stallion as she stepped towards the entrance to the camp. "You go ahead, I'm just gonna tune into DJ Pon3's broadcast for a bit and keep an eye on Essie. Who knows, he might have some news about... Wherever we're at..."

Silver raised an eyebrow curiously. "That thing has a radio built into it? Mind if you let me listen in too?"
With a shrug, Starsong nodded and took a seat near the door. She clopped the ground next to her and started fiddling with the device. "The signal's a bit choppy up here in the north recently... He's asked for some help with restoring it, but nopony can find what's messing it up. Should be strong enough to make out what he's saying though." she rambled, then as if on cue, a stallion's voice, veiled by static and signal wash, burst from the speaker.

"..llo Wasteland! ....ur very own DJ Pon3, bringing you some news! Now, first.....Brahmin going missing, and disrupting sales for these kind.....keep an eye out for Raiders hauling cattle and the occasional merchant...."

Silver listened in, curious about the news on the radio. "Hm, Wouldn't hurt to see if we run into those raiders as well as the Brahmin. They might be wanted, which could rack us in some caps. And you said that the signal's not that strong? I suppose it wouldn't hurt if we found old radio towers along the way to the Stable after the market... Two days travel is plenty of distance to run into any of those."

While the DJ rambled on amidst the veil of static, Starsong's attention shifted to Silver and his proposal. She thought for a moment, rubbing her forehead, and then chuckled. Shaking her head, she shrugged and turned the volume of the broadcast down. "If you can get Essie on board with it, I'm all in." she said.

"Well I'm sure that we won't have to tell her right away, just a quick mention of something that we'll look out for during our travels, and that a reward would be given for those that take care of this business."

Starsong nodded, and then with another chuckle, she raised the volume of the radio again. "I'm sure a promise of caps will have her happily on our side." She said, before the DJ's staticky voice floated in.

".. and that's all the news I've got for ya this evenin'! Everypony keep safe out there, and now... Some music..." He closed, and a centuries-old big band struck up a joyful tune, starkly contrasting the bleak Wasteland.
Hearing that the music was beginning to play, he simply nodded his head to Star and then got up to join the other mare in the group, seeing what she was up to at the moment. When he reached Essie, he sat down and watched her repair work. "So what's going on over here?"

Starsong leaned back, nodding her head to the beat of the jazzy song and closing her eyes. She chuckled a little, once Silver was by Essie, and turned the volume of the PipBuck up a few notches.

Essie glanced up at the stallion as he approached, smiling as he sat and observed. She was busy replacing the bolt of her rifle, with several other parts lying to the side, waiting their turn to become a part of Essie's 'Frankengun'. It was a blacked out .50 sniper, modified by the mare for both mid and long range combat, as it sported a high power scope on the rail, and iron sights to the side. Tilting the weapon to the side provided an much easier way to pick out targets that were too close for the scope. On the metallic, scratched butt of the weapon, carved into the metal were two things. One was the word 'Sureshot', the other a rather imposing griffon's claw.

"Y'all got some nice parts; Sureshot here sure needed a good fixin' up... Thanks fer lettin' me use yer spares." She said, wearing a smile as she busily replaced the broken bits inside the weapon.

The stallion's eyes widened as he took in the different components that made up her unique weapon, letting out a whistle. "Yeah, definitely glad I didn't get in a shootout with you today... This thing looks like it could easily shoot through a wall, let alone my little bookcase guards. And I'm just glad that those things are finally put to use really."

The mare giggled, sounding almost too feminine for a second, before giving the stallion's arm a playful punch. "Shit... If Sureshot had fired atcha... Ah think about seven'y five percent a' that bookcase’d be missin'... She packs a punch." The mare gloated her weapon, shooting a wink at Silver. "Ah've taken out Raiders behind six er eight inches a' walls before."
Silver smiled nervously back to her, rubbing his arm slightly. "Good thing I'm on your good side then... But try not to blast every raider you see. In my profession, most of them are worth more alive than an unrecognizable corpse."

Essie smirked and went back to working on the gun, her tail swaying idly behind her. She huffed, glancing back at the stallion as he mentioned his profession. "Yer perfession..? An' jus' what might that be?" She asked while screwing in one of the last parts to be replaced. "Raiders 'r scum, simple’s that. Not worth a cap, if ya ask me."

Silver smirked. "Not unless they're bad enough scum for somepony to want to take them to justice personally, or see to it that it happens. In other words, these guys have a bounty on their heads. And that's where my profession comes in, as a Hunter: I try and find the raiders with bounties on their heads and capture them, bringing them to the ponies that want them either arrested or dead. So the next time you spot a raider in your sights, you could be staring at your next meal ticket, and worth plenty of extra caps as well."

"Bounty hunt'r, huh..?" Essie leaned back, eyeing the stallion very intently. She put the gun next to her, leaning it against the bookcase. "Well, if tha's so... Ah'm sure you've seen Starsong's face 'round a few places." The mare raised an eyebrow expectantly at Silver, and leaned against the bookcase. "Her parents put a reward out fer her safe return... Jus' about three years ago."
Silver blinked in surprise, looking over to the petite mare now sleeping with ear buds on, listening to the radio. "...Wait, what? You're kidding? ....How big of a bounty we talking about, and who are her parents?"

Essie shrugged, following the stallion's gaze to Starsong. With a heavy sigh, she shook her head and looked back at Silver. "No clue. When Ah first found 'er, she was starvin' t' death in a Slaver camp. Muhself an' a bunch 'a other Talons liberated th' camp, an' Ah took her, since Ah'd seen her pitcher around New Pegasus. She tol' me this big story 'bout how her Stable'd opened up, an' she got snatched up when she was explorin'. Ah decided t' take 'er home, since Ah'd heard 'a th' Stable openin', Ah figgered Ah'd make a good image 'a the Talons for 'em. We got there, an' the whole place had been sacked. Overmare made a deal with some shady fuckers, who turned out t' be runnin' a Slaver train. Guess it goes without sayin', the deal fell through." The mare took a breath leaned back, stealing another sad look at Starsong. "Never found her mother. Her dad took a bullet. Ah asked 'round town, an' they told me that the day before the sack, her dad had been takin' the posters down. Ah ain't sure what t' think about it."
Silver grit his teeth as he heard the story, narrowing his eyebrows. "...Damn, so she just happened to be born in the wrong Stable then? And if I can piece things together.... The bounty placed on her by her parents is what made the deal fall through. Slavers didn't like the idea of Mom and Dad looking for what they believe is their property and went in to tear it down. In the end, her parents' concern is what got 'em killed...?"

Essie leaned back against the cabinet and shook her head. "Ah don't think so. Ah think the deal, whatever it was, wasn't ever supposed t' go through. Slavers just needed a way in, while keepin' most 'a the ponies alive." She said, narrowing her eyebrows in thought. After a second, she looked Silver in the eye and tilted her head warningly. "She don't know her dad's dead. She's believin' real hard that she's gonna find Mom and Dad one 'a these days, an' that's what drives her."

Silver blinked in surprise, and then took a look of concern as he glanced back to Star. "...You kept the truth from her? She's got no idea what happened? ....You won't be able to hide that forever you know, if she's that persistent...”

The mare nodded, looking at the ground around her hooves. Her expression plummeted, and the sniper rubbed her eyes. "She thinks both her parents were kidnapped, an' we're lookin' for 'em. That's what keeps her strong. Ah know its wrong t' lie t' her, but... Am Ah wrong for not wantin' t' hurt her..?"

Silver bit his lip nervously as he noticed her mood dropping. "Well... This isn't exactly my business to meddle in... But just remember, the longer that it takes for her to find the truth, the more upset she would be with you for not revealing it. I'll leave that up to your discretion, but I'll keep quiet for now."

Essie looked at the ground for a moment more, then took a breath and steeled herself against the contrasting emotions tugging at her. With a little mist in her eyes, she shook her head and chuckled. "If ya hadn't been so kind t' us earlier, Ah prob'ly woulda shot ya fer makin' me think about all that...” she said, rubbing the bridge of her nose.”It's tough, keepin' her from wantin' t' go t' New Pegasus... Maybe things would be easier if she knew. She's stronger than she looks, after all."

Silver noticed her eyes and nodded his head. "Well, how bout this? Since that's what's driving her to keep pressing on, just try and find her something else to strive for when she does learn the truth, and make sure it involves you too, otherwise she might run off on ya if she learns from means other than yourself." He then scratched the back of his mane nervously. "And it's a good thing I'm on your good side then, I can sleep without new holes in me, eh heh... Speaking of sleep, we ought to get started on that, we got a lot of travelin' ahead."

With a short nod, Essie shouldered her rifle and stood up. "Thanks fer listenin', Silver... G'night." she said simply, and then quietly trotted to where Starsong lay sprawled out on the ground. She didn't bother to turn off the radio, since the gentle music was so soothing. The mare lied down next to the smaller pony, curling her hooves around her to warm her. Once she was comfortable, she nestled her muzzle into the crook of Starsong's neck. On the radio played a gentle, lulling tune, a down tempo version of a pre-war favorite. Essie kissed Starsong's cheek and quietly sang along to it, matching the voice on the radio surprisingly well, for a gun-toting wastelander.

"I want to calm the storm, but the war is in your eyes... How can I shield you from the horror and the lies?"
Silver raised an eyebrow as he listened to Essie singing rather well for somepony that talked so crass-like. Regardless, He stretched out his limbs, wings and all, and started to pack away the armor and weapon that he had next to a small makeshift bed. He trotted over to one of the bookshelf barricades where a small bobblehead clock was sitting, setting an alarm for the morning. Silver then turned back to the bed and pulled out blankets that he had stored underneath the mattress. Getting a thought, he took some of the spare blankets and gently laid them over the two 'guests', then took the second for himself back to the bed before getting shut-eye.

Author's Note

So then, here's the first chapter. I have no clue how everyone will react to this story as it isn't your regular, completely-planned-out-from-beginning-to-end Fallout story. In truth, I'm just posting these here for shits and giggles. Now, not every one of these chapters are gonna have super intense moments where it's a struggle to survive. And as I put in the description that it's an RP of a couple of pals shooting back and forth. Currently in this part there's only two 'writers', the mod for Silver, and the mod for Essie and Starsong. Our third guy didn't jump in until later on. Anyhoo, love this or hate it, do as you please, pony community.