Fallout:Equestria - A Former Slave's Story

by The Dark Soul

Rating: mature
Tags: Romance, Adventure, Crossover, Alternate Universe, Sad
Length: 1157

Siege, a Mercenary turned Slave finds freedom from his masters after a daring escape that took 4 years to plan, begins to rebuild his life, but fate has other plans...

Rated Mature for Heavy Violence, Blood and Gore, Sexual Themes, Use of Alcohol, and Heavy Language

Audio Log Begin Recording. Hello, Im Siege, a mercenary turned slave, I have been a slave for four years now and im finally free, but now I have met these Outcasts, whom claims to be at war with the Steel Rangers. Now I must figure out if helping these guys is really worth my life. End Recording.

(My First, and possibly my last, Fallout:Equestria storie… Hope y'all like it.)

(MY LAST STORY TILL MY THIEF CROSSOVER, DARK SOULS CROSSOVER, AND PORT ROYALE 3 CROSSOVER ARE COMPLETE)

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2014-10-21 20:10:03 UTC

Chapter 1: Escape

I just sat there, looking at what I did, a slaver dead, I went rambo on him, tearing his throat out and beating him to death with it. I never did anything like that before, even as a mercenary I had standards. But I had just done it.

"I cant stick around, I have to get out of here before they find me..."

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Ten Minutes Earlier....

"I hope he will come through with the plan...." I say to my fellow slave.

"Don't worry, he is trustworthy, he will come through for us." She said. "She" is Light Fixture, a slave that has been here longer than me and has suffered more abuse than me, she was rather pretty but not my type.

"Wouldn't he just take the opportunity to escape rather than help us?" I retort.

"No, It took a lot of effort to hide the body and convince the slavers that he is one of them." Light Fixture counters.

Ever since I was taken into slavery, I have been planning an escape, but not just for me, but for every slave in the camp. It involved a slave dressing up as a slaver and freeing us, the chosen pony you might ask? A particular coward named Tough Shield. The name is a play on his personality as I said before, he is a coward. But he also happens to be Light Fixtures brother, she is more brave than he is too, I've seen her take beatings and she got back up and as if asking for another. 'Hold on a second, what was that noise?' I thought. The gate is making a strange noise, and our collars feel...lighter than before. The gates open and I hear a thousand battle cries. Bloodlust roars and gunfire fill the camp real fast as a voice on the camp speakers sounds off.

"MY FELLOW SLAVES! TODAY IS OUR VICTORY DAY! TODAY WE ARE FREE! FIGHT TILL YOUR LAST BREATH! FIGHT OR YOU DIE! KILL EVERY LAST SLAVER! REMEMBER THAT EVERY SINGLE SLAVE THAT DIES TODAY, AND REJOICE TO YOUR FREEDOM AFTER WE WIN, THEY HAVE GUNS BUT WE HAVE NUMBERS! NOW FIGHT!" The voice of a rather bravely sounding stallion rallies.

I jumped out of the pen and ran, I followed a secret pathway that I found when my slave pen is (rarely) let out into our courtyard, I followed it only to find that I reached the outside world, the only thing keeping me from escaping that day was the damn collar. Knowing that the collar is deactivated, I run down the pathway only to get ambushed by a slaver wielding a 10mm pistol. He knocks me to the ground and proceeds to try kill me out with the pistol. I head-butt him, knocking him off me and the pistol out of his mouth.

"Aghh! Damn you!" He yells as he gets back up on his hooves. He swings his hooves at me, but misses. Terribly.

After he notices that he no longer has the pistol, he looks at it, and then looks back at me, I look at him when he looks at me, then back at the pistol. This goes on for a few more seconds before I lunge at him as he makes for the pistol, grabbing him by the throat, I sink my teeth in his neck as he grabs the pistol. Survival was on my mind, it was all that was on my mind. Hearing his screams as I rip his throat out with my teeth, now bloody and gored up. Without thinking, I start beating him with the fleshy red throat. Until his screams stop. I drop his throat. I just sat there, looking at what I did, a slaver dead, I went rambo on him, tearing his throat out and beating him to death with it. I never did anything like that before, even as a mercenary I had standards. But I had just done it.

"I cant stick around, I have to get out of here before they find me..." I mumble to myself

Battle cries and gunfire continue to fill the camp, Tough Shield is not on the camp speakers anymore, but instead, I believe, dead.  But I couldn't be sure, but I also didn't care. Violence begins to rise as the battle cries become more and more prevalent. I continue to run down the alleyway, as I get closer to the exit, voices are becoming more clear, as I round the corner, 10mm pistol in mouth I see two slavers, trying to tear off a few boards that led to the wasteland.

"Come on you runt! We need to get out of here! The slaves will be here any minute!!!" A unicorn in a metal suit yells at a mare earth pony clad in leather armor.

"Im tryin! Cant you use you damn unicorn magic?!" She asks.

"Im YOUR boss, I tell you what to do! Now hurry!" He shoots back.

I line up my sights on the earth pony, I should feel bad about killing a mare, but she is a dirty slaver, they deserve death. I hold my breath as I bite down on the trigger. She falls to the ground dead and unicorn next to her reaches for his hunting rifle, I charge him, knocking him down and kicking away his rifle.

"You... Take the boards off now..." I order, holding him at gunpoint.

"Ok...Ok this could go a couple ways, lets just calm down and-" He begins.

"NOW!" I yell, firing a round into his leg. He screams in agony, while I chuckle, slavers don't deserve any mercy.

"Ok...Ok! Don't hurt me!" He panics as he uses his magic to tear off the boards covering the exit, it takes a few impatient minutes, but it was finally worth it when the way is clear.

"Ok, ok there you go, I can go now right?" He asks, with a hopeful smile.

"See you in Tartarus." I say coldy, biting down on the trigger. He falls to ground, gurgling as blood runs down his neck. I grab his rifle and loot the ammo on his dying body, not even bothering with the battle saddle or their armor. I take off into the wastes, leaving the riot to contend with itself.

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Audio Log of Siege the Mercenary. Recorded log 43. Begin recording. I just finished the job, roughing up that asshole down at Smalltown. Got paid the 250 caps and a few magic crystals for my Laser Pistol. Don't have much to put into this log though, 'cept the fact that I found my camp in disarray, somepony has been snooping around, as if looking for me, nothing has been taken though that's the odd thing. My caps were all there, no ammo missing so that proves my theory that somepony was looking for me... I have to watch my back. End Recording.