Fallout Equestria: Protocol 14

by friendly100

First published April 30th, 2012 07:34

NOTE: The reason this is on hiatus is because I won't be updating it until i'm a fair way into chapter 3. I'm also dealing with some stuff with graduation at the moment so that might not be happening anytime soon.

After a mare opens the door of Stable 14, Midnight Scotch and "Ghost Shot" Gideon have to traverse the Equestrian Wasteland in an attempt to completely erase all records of Stable 14's existence. They meet a few interesting cards along the way and have to learn just what it means to survive.

This doesn't yet have an element of comedy to it, at least none intended. But it will later. I'll likely be updating this more on whims than anything else.

This is meant to tell the story of Stable 14 that is alluded to in the main story written by Kkat!

Chapters

Introduction/Prologue thing
Chapter One: Protocol (IC)

Introduction/Prologue thing
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Fallout Equestria: Protocol 14

Introduction/Prologue thing

Hey there. The name‘s Midnight Scotch. I’d like to say that I’m just a regular unicorn stallion, but I’m not. You see, there are a few things that aren’t exactly…normal about me. Well, if anything is ever normal.

I guess I should start off with the fact that I never got my cutie mark. Had to grow up with all the other colts and fillies making fun of me; in the end, they all had it shoved right back in their smug faces when I woke up one day feeling so mad at my little world, here in “GLORIOUS” Stable 14, that I didn’t realize I’d burst out in song. Turns out I’m pretty good at singing. Although I still didn’t get my cutie mark I did land a job as an entertainer.

What’s left? Oh, right. There’s the little fact that I’ve never really felt comfortable in my own skin; well, that’s almost true, but you’ll find out why later. Lastly there's the icing on the cupcake: I’m one of the few privileged ponies in stable 14 to be orphaned.

Now that you know a little about me I want to tell you a little about Stable 14. You see it’s one of the few stables built to accommodate griffons as well as ponies. Most of Equestria’s griffon population went there before the megaspells dropped, as a matter of fact. They even have their own separate section in the stable. It’ll make more sense once you know how the whole thing is laid out.

You see, there are seven levels to Stable 14. In order from bottom-up they list: maintenance , crops, livestock (because griffons ain’t exactly herbivores), the “Pony floors”, the Celestia Garden, the Luna Garden, and then the “Griffon floors” at top. Remember how I called them levels not floors? There are more floors to Stable 14 than levels.

Let me break it down for you. Starting with, there are two floors for both ponies and griffons; one used as living quarters, eateries, etc. and another (below for ponies and above for griffons) for security purposes. I suppose that Stable-Tec thought it might cause dissension if ponies and griffons were to collaborate on policing methods, and they were probably right.

Anyhow, like the “Living levels” there is more than one floor dedicated to the growing of crops and livestock. If I remember correctly, on the lower floors are the apple and orange orchards and above are the corn fields and berry groves. I must admit I don’t know much about the livestock level, but my friend Gideon told me they have pigs, chickens, and the likes down there. I’ve never really cared for meat, myself.

I’ve heard that the maintenance is just one floor built like a maze, only all the rooms down there hold generators, talismans, and other things like that. It’s nothing too special in stable 14.

There you have it, all you need to know about me and stable 14. Now let’s get this shit started!

Chapter One: Protocol (IC)
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Fallout Equestria: Protocol 14

Chapter One: Protocol (IC)

Chapter One: Protocol
“I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought, but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones.”-Albert Einstein
Counter quote “What about bones good sir?”-friendly100

BZZT! BZZT! BZZ-Was all I heard as I sent my hoof, faster and harder than I intended, onto the damn alarm clock. With my eyes bleary, and my body and head screaming at me to go back to sleep, I looked at the horrible creation. Apparently I’d hit it hard enough to dent the big ‘SLEEP’ button on top, stupid things were made of such thin metal this was almost a daily occurrence with me.

With a deep sigh I thought aloud, “damn maintenance is gonna have a field day when they find out I almost broke another clock.” As I swung my hind legs off the bed I noticed a slight crack on the face of the clock, which now read 10:01 P.M. “Oh well. Those assholes will have to wait their turn,” once again stating my thoughts to nopony.

I wandered over to the mirror in my room and looked into it to confirm that I still have no cutie mark. I lingered a little longer to straighten my mane a little. Mostly trying to make the parallel streaks of dirty gold, with a sun yellow streak splitting them, move to the right side of my face, effectively covering my right eye. Luckily for me the most part of my mane is jet black so it pretty much matches my attitude, especially in the mornings; or whatever qualifies for morning when you live in a stable.

Once again my eyes floated down my garnet red coat to my blank flank. Stifling my self-disgust I tugged on my issued stable 14 barding that was lying on my dresser. I stole another quick glance into the mirror as I canted to the door. It opened before I got there to reveal the Overmare. She quickly placed herself into the center of my room. As she swept her eyes over it she noted the newly dented alarm clock. “I see you have decided to start the day off with your usual habit of breaking things,” the snide little bitch commented.

“Oh yes, it goes ever so well with my sense of style and grace doesn’t it?” I quipped as I tried to focus instead on the gentle hum of the lights overhead.

“Cut the act Scotch and answer me this. Are you still ready for the Harvest Moon Festival later?” she asked trying to get down to business as usual.

“Of course, but that’s not what you’re here for now is it?”

“No, I’m here abo-“

“Save it. I know why you’re here.”

“Oh really now?”

“Yeah. Yur here about that Pegasus bitch that opened the stable door the other day.”

“Wait. How do you know about that?”

“This is a stable dumbshit, there’s practically no way to stop word from spreading. And I’m gonna go out on a limb and guess that you were worried that I was going to be like every other imbecile in this stable and be too filled with worry to actually be able to perform tonight.”

Bearing her muzzle and gritting her teeth, it so cute when she does that, she admitted with difficulty, “Yes, that’s what I was thinking, but it doesn’t make it any less possible that you know it.”

“Oh? And what about the fact that I simply don’t give two shits?” I questioned feeling the corners of my lips pull back into a sneer.

After she gave a heavy sigh she stated, "as much as I despise talking to you, you are like a breath of fresh air. Oh, and after your 'performance' I want you to step by my office. There's a little matter I'd like to discuss with you." As she trotted out the door she tossed over her shoulder, as if it were an afterthought, "In private."

What does she want this time? Whatever it is there's sure to be yelling. I could a frown slowly creeping across my muzzle. Oh well, might as well get to the stage and prepare the performance, I thought as I headed out the door. It opened with a slight hiss each half going their own way horizontally; as all doors in stable 14 do. I sauntered down through the corridors while focusing on the gentle hum of the lights.

I soon found myself at the stairs and began to wind my way up the two flights leading to Luna's Garden. The dim lights were a welcome sight as my eyes adjusted, relaxing slightly. This really is my favorite place to be out of all the stable. As I passed by the, supposedly, life-size statue of Princess Luna I dipped my head in respected to the mare of the night. As I raised my head and began to walk along the winding path through the many plants, I noticed "Backstage pony #1" preparing the stage for my performance.

The single bead of sweat rolling down my face. The warmth of the black fire as it forms at the base of my horn, forming a halo around my head telling me it's ready to go. The lights from the host as he introduced me slowly fading. The feeling in the pit of my stomach that screams to run in the opposite direction. The itch all over my body that's followed me, seemingly, ever since birth making me feel uncomfortable in my own skin. I hate this.

With a sigh I trotted up to center of the stage and released the halo of black fire from the base of my horn. It collapses in on itself and I feel it travel up my horn. It fires off the tip of my horn to create a giant grey ball of fire above me, to any that didn't stop and stare it would seem a miniature moon.

My horn began to glow its soft black color as I performed the spell that would allow me to project my voice and start up the music. I noticed that most of the ponies eyes were still transfixed on the mini-moon above me and let the beat play a few seconds before starting up.

And then I started:

"V is for vain
'Cause my life was on the edge
Now it’s arranged, inane
Got plucked out like a cabbage
H is for honesty
I'm not gonna hide it
The doc gave me some Knowzac
'Cause my life is undecided
R is for relationships
And mine are non-existent
‘cause I have no friends and my women,
heh
I like to keep them distant
S is for solitude
I want to live in isolation
building beats, cooking treats
Making waves like radiation
My sound travels through walls
Beats drop-

((Lyrics based off of this masterpiece))

This is still an incomplete chapter. The only reason I'm putting this up now is so that I can get an idea of what people think about it before I head off further into the story. This means I want you, yes you, to comment.