Fallout Equestria: Portal Problems

Prologue 2: KMS Viper
“Only force rules. Force is the first law”

As we waited for hours for the ship, that my dear aunt had apparently conscripted to help me, Aryanne continued to try and send her message to the crowd. Now, she wasn't being as crude as before, instead using insidious methods. Specifically, she was going down the blood purity route of things. What she was doing was simply handing out fliers that described the dangers of inter-species relations. Specifically, the subsequent lower magical potential, and the possibilities of infertility.

Unlike some of the 'facts' we would spew on the trail, her fliers here actually did contain a good amount of information. We had no need to exaggerate because, unlike mixing cultures, the mixing of bloods was a messy business at best. These were no mere fabrications, there were actual studies of Zonys and Mules and how the majority of them couldn't use either races magic sufficiently. And that wasn't even going down the path of if they could have children themselves.

Of course, what we refrained to mention was that the ministry of peace had, for years, been working on several drugs and treatments that can make future children fertile. I had no idea if they had been successful statistically, but I knew that at least some trials had turned up some positive results. This infuriated my aunt, so I tried to avoid the subject around her.

As I pondered these things, a heavy thump sounded beside me as someone sat. "Look there, aye? This bitch is fucking riling things up, it's giving me a headache. We're doing as much as we can here, as much as Staliongrad, but none of the credit." Slowly I turned my head to look at him, and took in the sight. He was massive, twice the size of the largest pony I had ever seen, and he had long fur and antlers. "Oh, sorry ma'am, did I intrude?"

I sighed, calming myself... I could smell him from feet away. But I simply couldn't go off on him now, not in this town. This was not truly pony country. "Look, I'd really like to sit here alone thankyouverymuch." I tried not to wrinkle my nose, but he got my message from my glare. After grabbing my crutches I walked up to my aunt, guiding her away from some Pony-moose hybrids, the thought made me shudder with disgust just judging the situation.

"Look, auntie, can you do this later? I think it'd be best if we get off and get me on that ship. I need to be on my way after all, and this is... not good country for your message. I need to see my father." I sighed, looking into her pretty blue eyes for a second before continuing. "You do want me to spread your words don't you?"

"Of... Course dear." She said, immediately smiling and moving on with me... not hiding the fact that she flicked her tail at the half-breeds. I hobbled after her, and eventually we got to the shipyard. It was filled with heavy oak vessels from before the terminological revolution, and I seemed to be getting on the only close to modern one. It was iron-clad and had the words KMS Viper written on the side.

***

As it turned out, the ship was owned by a close 'friend' of my Aunt. His flag was her cutiemark, for all to see. Honestly, I didn't care for his type, but he did have a way south. And there was this cute little Earth Pony cabin boy who played with me sometimes. Sure, I didn't get out much, but that was hard for someone like me. I had so many issues, especially with my legs, that no one ever wanted to let me wander.

So what I did was stay in my cabin, a well appointed guest room with red velvet wall coverings and carpets and pitifully warm bedding. There wasn't too much to do on the way but read and play with that shy little cabin boy. Neither of us had cutie marks, so during out months-long trip we played lots of little games, trying to get our marks.

I never really cared, but he stopped playing with me at some point. After we spent a time in a Northern Island on the chain in which my papa was on. The captain told me he had stayed ashore, and I didn't blame him. I left that ship the next day, and I didn't look back at the big iron lug. I still don't know what happened to him.

My Father stood on the docks waiting for me, his Brown Fur complimenting my blue as he hugged me, his labcoat open and his glasses pushed back. "Sweetie! I have missed you." He said, smiling at me, before starting to walk me up to the large facility. "I'm so glad you came, we're doing resurch here that you just might be able to help with!" He pointed at the labs, who's giant apple shaped logo seemed to take up the entire front of the building above it's unassuming front door.

"We're working on a couple projects, but mainly for the ministry of peace, and I'm actually working on a project for disabled veterans. I just know that you'll love it." He said, as I stayed quiet, fascinated as I saw glimpses of everything from net-based weaponry to some sort of magically charged substance they were testing on surfaces. But I never got the chance to check them out as he ushered me into a small lab.

"See, Vets are getting crippled all the time, but the MOP doesn't want to wait for natural recovery. With our MWT funding we've been working on tons of things, but this one special peice of equipment has had me interested for the last few months." He ushered me to a table in the center of the lab, and removed a cloth from over some equipment. "I give you the Cast, Appleture Tech. The name might be a bit clunky, but I decided to call it Cat for it's Ability."