Fallout: Equestria - Dirty Deeds

"Do I really look like a guy with a plan?"

Raiders.

Ponies who have lost themselves entirely to the wasteland. Completely devoid of any compassion and strung out on every chem imaginable. The sole purpose of raiders, it seems, would be to make the lives of the other inhabitants of the vast Equestrian Wasteland as miserable and difficult as possible. Raiders spend their time, hunting down caravan's and travelers. Once said prey is captured they are robbed of any supplies and graciously tortured. Sometimes the ponies caught become the raiders next meal. With full bellies, they then move on to the next unfortunate wanderer. At the end of the day however, even the most deranged of ponies need a place to rest and relax.

The Viper Nest was the home of the raider gang who had so appropriately named themselves, The Vipers. After a long day of committing foul, heinous crimes, The Vipers came here to have a good time, drown themselves in drink, and pump all sorts of chemicals into their veins.

The place was dressed in the finest raider decorum. Mutilated corpses were nailed to the walls and hung from the ceiling, organs still splayed with fresh blood dripping from them and down the walls. Pony bone's and skulls were used as everything from ashtrays to furniture. This particular night the tavern was filled to the brim with evil. The morally destitute ponies were indulging themselves in all manners of depravity. Fights littered the floor. Sexual misconduct happening in every corner. The raider ponies were celebrating the fact that on that day they had raised hell and tomorrow they would do the same. Every decent pony within the area knew to avoid the Viper Nest at all costs.

In spite of that fact, on this particular night, at this particular hideout, there was a knock at the door. All activity ceased. The sounds died out. Everypony stopped what they were doing. All attention was on the door. After a minute or two of silence, the raiders turned themselves back to their regular activities.

Then there was a second knock. Again silence. This time one of the raiders closest to the door walked over and opened it. Peeking his head out he spotted three equine figures, whose features he couldn't quite make out in the dark. However, he knew they weren't Vipers. Every Viper in the wasteland was currently behind him, inside of the Viper Nest.

Normally, if a pony had the misfortune of stumbling upon the Viper Nest, they would've become new decorations for the hideout. However, it was late. The raiders had spent the entire day, ravaging and killing. Right now was their time to relax and wind down. Despite what most believe, raiders do not wish to spend all their time killing and mutilating. Everyone needs a break.

So on this particular night, at this particular hideout, the raider committed a most un-raider like act. He told the ponies to leave.

"Get the fuck outta here." The raider commanded.

Before the raider could close the door and leave however, a voice called out. A mare's voice. Not just any mare's voice. It almost sounded like a filly.

"We're looking for somepony. We heard we could find him here. His name is Snake Eye and if you send him out to us, we'll be on our way."

“No one named Snake Eye here." The raider retorted. "Now leave!" With that the raider slammed the door shut and walked away to resume his previous activities.

As he was walking away, there was yet, another knock at the door. Everypony inside was tense, nervous. It takes a lot to make a raider pony nervous, but something about the ponies knocking at the door just wasn't right. The raider walked back to the door and peeked his head out once again.

"I thought I told you to get lost!"

The filly like voice called out again. "Now listen here. We know Snake Eye is in there. He's the only one we care about. The only one we want. Send him out and we'll leave. Simple as that."

"I told you, I have no idea who the fuck you're talking about. Now leave. I'm not telling you again." The irate raider slammed the door one more time.

Then, before he could even turn around, there was another knock. This was the last straw. Relaxation aside, it looked like there would be three more viper victims tonight. The raider drew his weapon and reached for the door...

...And that's when the door exploded.

The scorched raider was flung across to the far side of the room. The door way was filled with smoke. From the smoke, three silver flashes streaked through the air, embedding themselves into the skulls of three of the raider ponies. The ponies dropped down, dead, knives sticking out of their heads.

From the smoke gunfire erupted and several more raiders fell. The three attacking ponies rushed in, bringing hell with them.

The largest of the three rushed forward, skillfully evading the gunfire. She wore a cloak, hiding most of her body. She stood taller than most mares but not bulky. In fact she was rather slim. An Earth pony with a short, black mane and dark grey coat. Most ponies her size couldn't move half as fast as the grey mare.

She was not most ponies.

She held a large caliber revolver in her mouth and was firing wildly at the raiders as she swiftly approached. Before the raiders knew it, she was on them. The mare dropped the revolver, reached underneath her cloak and produced a large knife. She proceeded to hack away at the raiders. One slash and three raiders fell, missing various body parts.

One Raider, wielding a fire axe, ran towards the mare and engaged but before he could even swing the large mare flung out her rear hoof, kicking the raider in the throat. Before he had hit the ground the mare swooped down with her knife and slashed his forelegs out from underneath him. He fell, gasping, into a pool of his own blood.

Several other raiders approached. The mare stood on her hind legs revealing her full height. She towered over them. Terrified, the raiders began to flee but the massive Earth pony never gave them a chance.

She leaped forward and utilizing the massive knife in her jaws, reduced the fleeing raiders to pieces. She stood amongst the remains, completely still amongst the chaos. Slowly she turned her head and saw a single raider out of the corner of her eye.

The raider looked into her eye and saw something disturbingly familiar. You could say that raiders are experts on insanity, being quite insane themselves, but In the eyes of this mare the raider saw a kind of insanity he had never encountered before. It paralyzed him with fear.

The mare started to move towards him. She moved unlike anything he had ever seen before. Her movements were smooth, flowing, and clear, less like a pony and more like a ghost. The raider couldn't bring himself to move, and the dull blue eyes of the ghost mare was the last thing he ever saw.

While the Earth pony mare was tearing apart the raiders at close range, her two associates were dousing the place with gunfire.

Two raiders had flipped over a table and were using it as cover. Machine gun fire kept them pinned. Slowly the table was being torn apart by the suppressive fire. The two raiders laid down on their bellies and attempted to crawl away. They stopped short when two crimson hooves landed in front of their faces. Slowly they looked up to view the face of their attacker.

In front of them stood a dark red Pegasus. Her long, straight, red mane (an even darker shade of red than her coat) poked out from underneath the combat helmet she wore. A pair of mirrored sunglasses covered her eyes and a lit cigarette dangled out her mouth. She wore a battle saddle that bolstered a sub machine gun on either side.

The two raiders tried their best to get up and face her but before they had even begun to stand, she gunned them down.

From behind her, More armed raiders ran out towards the Pegasus mare and open fired. Most ponies don't possess the agility and athleticism required to avoid gunfire at such a close range.

She was not most ponies.

Not a single bullet even grazed the Pegasus as she flew into the air. She maneuvered to face her opponents and fired. She landed right where the raiders fell and turned her battle saddle to the corner of the building. She opened fired on more raiders, and began to cut a swath of gunfire across the room.

Despite the fact that she was firing her guns at maximum speed, nearly every bullet hit it's mark. With every flash of her guns muzzle another raider fell. The barrage of gunfire was so great that the raiders could barely return fire and by the time they had the chance the Pegasus had already moved. She expertly and precisely picked them off, one by one as she danced through the air and there was seemingly no way to stop her.

The remaining raiders watched in awe as the crimson Pegasus and the ghost like Earth pony, tore their comrades apart. It was hardly a battle. It was a slaughter.

Several raiders turned and bolted towards the entrance, hoping to escape the carnage only to be met with a blazing inferno. The raiders fortunate enough to not be on fire stopped and saw that the source of the flame was a third mare...but she could hardly be called that. The raiders stared in bewilderment at the little filly standing before them.

A tiny sand colored Unicorn. Her bright yellow mane long, wavy and unkempt. The end wisps of her mane curved slightly in every direction. The small filly barely looked old enough to have a cutie mark and she was barely half the height than the raiders currently facing her.

Despite this, she levitated two objects in her pink magic aura. The first object was an automatic rifle which looked as if it would have been difficult for ponies twice her age to wield. Her magic held it with, ease turning it on the raiders and releasing a hail of large caliber rounds. This snapped them out of their bewilderment but far too late. Most of the raiders were torn to pieces before they could get away.

The raiders who survived the attack ran. Their escape was cut short as the fillies release of gunfire led them straight to the far wall. The little filly approached the surviving raiders. She levitated the rifle up and pointed it at the raiders. She pulled the trigger.

There was a soft click. She pulled the trigger a second time and the weapon clicked again. The gun's ammunition was depleted. This didn't deter the filly in any way. Her pink magic pulled the second object she was carrying, even larger than the automatic rifle and the raiders knew exactly what it was.

The little filly's mouth sported a wide, manic grin. A grin that the raiders had seen a thousand times. It was the same grin they themselves had worn a thousand times.

It was the grin of a pony about to deliver somepony else an incredibly painful death. Looking into the filly’s grin they felt the fear they themselves had instilled on countless ponies and when she turned the flamer on them, they felt the same pain they had inflicted on their past victims. Most fillies didn't possess the magical strength required to wield a flamethrower. Most fillies didn't derive extreme pleasure from roasting other ponies alive. Most fillies still had a gleam of innocence in their eye.

She was not most fillies.

It was over almost as soon as it began. Within minutes the crimson Pegasus, the grey Earth pony, and the sand colored Unicorn filly had ended the lives of every raider who had once called themselves a Viper.

Almost every pony.

There was one raider still barely breathing. The trio of ponies approached the burnt remains of the pony that had first turned them away at the door. The stallion had burns from the explosion and wooden shrapnel from the door embedded into his being. He was on the very edge of death. The filly walked over to him, leaned down and spoke.

"You just had to do it the hard way, huh? Couldn't just be polite and send the one pony we asked for out? Well now all your friends are dead. What do you have to say for yourself now huh?"

Through labored breaths and the blood leaking out of his mouth the dying raider managed to say, "Wruuu gaaaaan..." Followed by a terrible gurgling sound and then the raider was dead.

"Wru gan?" The filly turned to her two companions "Either of you have an idea as to what that might mean?"

They both shook their heads.

"Well okay then. Let's check these bodies, find Snake Eye then head on back to town and collect the reward!"

The three ponies began examining the bodies. The Pegasus turned to her grey accomplice.

"Let me see the bounty notice. I can't remember what exactly we're looking for."

The Earth pony mare reached into her cloak found the parchment with the notice and gave it over to her crimson companion.

"Look's like he's a tall, slim, blue, Earth pony stallion with a dark mane, and a snake for a cutie mark." She pointed to a corpse. "Is that him?"

"I can't tell." The grey pony replied. "It's too burnt."

"Dammit!" The Pegasus turned on the filly. "Why'd you feel the need to use a fucking flame thrower huh? Not only did you burn half these fuckers beyond recognition but that thing is expensive as fuck to shoot!"

The filly turned to the older mare, "Oh bite me. That was the most fun I've had in forever. Beside, take a closer look at the bodies, you can still make out their cutie marks and that's all we need."

"That doesn't change the fact that, that thing is expensive as hell!"

"Well I paid for it with my own caps, so you can fuck off!" The filly yelled back.

"You wanna say that to me again you little brat!?"

"I sure as hell do! Fuck off!!"

With that retort, the Pegasus mare flew at the filly and the two began wrestling amongst the charred raider remains. Meanwhile the large Earth pony was studying the mass of raider's bodies. She wasn't focused on their facial features or their cutie marks though. Instead she was studying their outfits. After a minute of looking at the raiders barding she spoke.

"Hey Sugar. Hey Scar...What was the name of the gang Snake Eye Slim was part of?" She asked.

The little filly who had been attempting to remove her companions ear with her teeth and the Pegasus mare who had been trying to remove the filly from her head both paused. After a moment of contemplation the Pegasus answered.

"Ummm I don't remember specifically but it was some kind of snake. Like the Cobra's or the Anaconda's or something like that. What does the bounty notice say?"

The Unicorn filly took the parchment and studied it. "It says: Snake Eye Slim, founding member of the raider gang known as...the Pythons..."

The three looked at the mangled bodies of the dead raider gang. Each one's features had been mostly mangled but what remained discernible on each and every corpse was the uniform they all wore. Each raider wore leather barding with the words "Vipers" clearly emblazoned on it.

After a minute of staring the Earth pony finally spoke, "Wrong...gang. Girls...I think this is the wrong gang."

The three surveyed the surrounding area. It was eerily quiet. Raider bodies littered the floor. Blood dripped from the ceiling. Bullet holes covered the walls. Several bodies still smoldered. After a few moments the little filly spoke.

"Well...shit."