Fallout Equestria | A Good Day to Die

Greetings and salutations dear reader. My name is Fireflight. And I am a ninja. Now I realize how fucking retarded that sounds, but it's true in most cases. Even though I'm only twenty-six, I am an assassin for hire. And I have never failed an assignment. But I have been caught, which led me to where I am now. Anyway, you're reading this because you've found my journal, which means that I'm either dead or dying. Which fucking sucks for me. Anyway, let me tell you how I got to where I am now.

I was brought into this world as a healthy pegasus foal by my mother, Sun Reacher, and my father, Jackknife, both of whom, I am happy to say, are still alive. I was more than healthy. So much so, that my extreme healthiness appeared as a disability, which makes absolutely no sense. I had eyesight two times better than a normal ponies, hearing was likewise. I also had what's called an eidetic memory, meaning I could very easily learn whatever I chose to learn.

By the time I was sixteen I had passed school, and two years later I passed Enclave training. Lastly, when I turned twenty, I had a kill under my saddle.

You see, a certain member of the Council was in trouble, so he needed to get rid of somepony. I won't say who, but I knew him. He was a good friend. And that didn't sit right with me. So I looked around. I learned who the Council member was. Turns out, he was not the most liked pony.

The friend however was still in the wrong. So began my first real taste at how the world worked. During those two days when I debating whether or not to kill, I learned something about myself. I hated killing. I had chosen to kill the friend. After all, how could you hide the death of somepony like a Council member? But it was strange. It was like somepony in my head was telling me I should, but I knew I shouldn't.

But I did anyway. And looking in the face of my family friend as he choked on the poison I cooked up. I was terrified. I couldn't do it. Why? Why couldn't I look in the face of the very pony whose life I had taken upon myself to take? But I didn't. I just lifted his body and hocked it through the clouds and forgot about him.

I learned that day. I learned the world was a fucked up place. And you wouldn't survive if you just tried to go along with it. You had to fight back, or the world would devour you. But I digress.

A year later, I was ready to join the Enclave. Only problem was, it was fucking stupid. The hours were bullshit, the pay was bullshit, the work was bullshit, everything about it was bullshit. So I quit. One year of my life I'll never get back. But there was one thing I got out of it. My friends.

Their names were Red Sun, Dusk, Quicksilver, and Light Feather. We worked in the same squad, so naturally, we became friends. They taught me poker, which after two lessons, I became the best player. We would patrol together, eat at the same time, hell, even slept in the same barracks. Nigh inseparable we were. But I chose to leave, and they chose to stay.

The day after I left, Dusk brought me something. He knew how much fun we'd had while we worked together, so he brought me a spare key card he had gotten from the office he worked in. So every Wednesday night, I would sneak in and we would play poker, darts, even go for a flight around the base sometimes. It was a good setup.

Then one day, I fell. Through the clouds. I hadn't even thought about it, but one day I was wondering about the world below, despite everypony in my life telling me that it was hostile and horrible. All the more reason for me to go there. If the world was so bad, then we should be down there, helping ponies. Not sitting on our asses doing fuck-all.

Now sooner did I do that, a pony tried to kill me. He had a knife. I was trained to fight against knives. Then I killed them. I was so surprised at the time, at how easy it was to snap a neck. And I hadn't even properly registered that they were dead. But this time felt different. I hadn't known the pony, but they had tried to kill me, and I felt...good. Knowing that the pony was dead, and wouldn't harm another soul. It would soon become my jump start to who I am today. But somepony else was in the room. I kicked the knife up from the corpse and readied myself to kill again.

But she wasn't trying to kill me. She was standing there, dumbfounded. I dropped the knife and looked at her. I mean really looked at her.

And reader...I had never met a mare so beautiful until that day. Her golden mane, tussled and rugged. Her dark blue coat glistening in the light, unkempt. But her eyes were the part that got me. They were impossible to describe. I guess the best way to describe them would be, imagine a sunset and the ring of blue and orangeish color that surrounds the sun. Although I guess a ground pony wouldn't have ever seen that, but just roll with it.

Her eyes were electric and blue and orange. One eye was a sharp orange and the other was sky blue. I struggled to get my words out.

Ar-are you okay? I asked. She nodded, looking at me.

What's your name? she asked.

Fireflight, I responded. An-and your's?

Name's Ginger Twilight, she said. She looked at the corpse. Thanks for saving me.

Huh? What? I asked, looking around. Ginger pointed at the body of the pony I killed. Who were they?

A slavers, she said. They cornered me and they were going to take me and enslave me.

I know what slavers are, I said, eyebrows furrowed. I'm not an idiot. Why did you feel the need to explain?

Oh, uh, sorry, she said with an embarrassed smile. I just thought because you were a pegasus, you might not have known.

Understandable.

Well, I said reaching into my saddlepack. I had brought it in case of an emergency. Inside was a long-range communication device. I brought it down just in case I needed to call for help. It was connected to a similar device in my home. Unlike most of the technology in our cloudy home, this one was mechanical rather than made from cloud.

If you ever need help, call me, I said.

Thanks, she said, putting in her own saddlepack. But maybe you could help me right now.

She led me to her house, which was situated a few miles from the slaver pony. It gave me time to observe the world around me. It was, in a word, depressing. Unlike the bright and sunny days topside, this world was gray and sad. How long had it been since the ponies of down here seen any real sunlight? Decades? Centuries? I couldn't fathom living in such a world.

Yet here I am. Writing in a journal I got from a Wastelander, spending my time killing and running and killing and running on the ground I never once believed I would walk on or fly over.

Anyway, Ginger introduce me to her family, a group of traders. They explained to me how they were scavengers, and how their scavenging grounds had been over taken by ponies working for somepony called Red Eye. If this Red Eye character was as big as they made him out to be, there would be no getting the scavenging ground back. So I proposed a different idea.

I would bring them old technology from up top, and in exchange I got to stay with them for a little while. I wanted to learn everything I could about the world below mine. I also wanted to see Ginger more. I always tried my best to hide my emotions from her, for reasons even I didn't understand.

But things started getting bad in my home. Ponies were starting to question where I was going behind my back. I had to try harder and harder to explain where I was going. I had to keep secrets from everypony. I began to get desperate. I wanted to help Ginger and her family, but I also wanted to stay with mine. All of my skill at sneaking and deceiving was starting to wear thin.

Then one day, my entire world crumbled.

The Enclave got involved. I was using my key to get in the Enclave buildings to get the supplies as well as play poker with my old Enclave buddies. They found my access card. I got home one day to see two Enclave soldiers there with my access card. They threw it on the ground and smashed it. I ran to my room behind me and grabbed my communicator. They tried their best to catch me as I flew as fast as I could around the city.

I couldn't go down because the only hole I made through the clouds was in my room, and I didn't have time to make another. I couldn't fight back because that would give them the green light to go ahead and shoot me. I only had one more option. I gave up. I couldn't fight off or outfly an entire army. I fluttered to the ground and turned myself in. They seized me and branded me a Dashite. One of the most painful experiences of my life, but one I could get over.

I didn't care. Being branded a traitor by a bunch of traitors? What did that matter to me? But my family. I would never see them again. That was what got me the most.

After they finished, they threw me through the clouds and left me for dead. Little did they know, I was alive and well.

I found Ginger Twilight and told her of my recent experiences. They were nice enough to take me in. I was lost for a few months. My world had crumbled around me. I was on the ground, never to be let back to home. My parents. My sister.

Or so I thought.

A few days later, there was a knock on the door. I got up and opened it. Standing there, her wings spread wide, was my sister. I had never been happier to see her in my life. She told me how she had argued with my parents, and the Enclave. It had not gone well. She had attempted to do what I had done. Help the ponies who needed help. Unfortunately, she was not as smart as I was, and she got caught quickly. My heart fell to the pits of my stomach. I looked around at her flank to see the Dashite brand where her cutie mark used to be.

In that moment something snapped in me. I was willing to be branded a traitor, if it meant helping ponies. But my sister? I wasn't going to take it. I couldn't kill the entire Grand Pegasus Enclave. I slammed my hoof on the ground in anger. Then I noticed what my sister was carrying. My bow.

I had never preferred guns because there were so many things that could go wrong with a gun. But a bow? Only a true marksman could have enough skill to operate one with the level of skill that I did. It was a silent weapon of death.

I turned to bounty hunting. Arguably the most dangerous job I could've taken, but it was well worth it. My sister had not only brought the bow, but the enchanted arrows and quiver. The arrows never broke and never dulled. The quiver could return my arrows once I had shot them. A truly unique weapon to be sure.

It has been exactly seven months, two weeks, and four days since then. Now I write my life since then in the form of the journal that you are about to read.

Hope and pray that you never read this, because if you do, you might have just signed your death warrant.