Fallout: Equestria: Counting Stars

Holly.

Holy shit, just... Holly. What a fuckin' mare.

A short, yet extremely muscular pony, she barely looked into my eyes at full height. However, even a stout one would tremble whilst doing so. The combination of her fierce white coloring, and her steely gaze made her extremely hard to talk to. Trying to get results out of her was like trying to pop a balloon by throwing glitter at it.

Currently, she was engaged in a heated discussion with her second-in-command, the exact one that had apprehended me during my escape attempt. Needless to say, there was a bit of resentment towards me, and the feeling was mutual if not completely lopsided. He took my only chance of freedom, and throttled it until it asphyxiated.

The discussion was one of my loyal validity.

"Just show Im' the manual, wind him up, and let him loose. Hope for the best." She turned from the subcommander, and looked at me. "Or on the far more likely scenario that you're here trying to get out of this, Let me make it plain for you: You're not getting off the hook. Answer any questions?"

"Actually, sir, that's not... err exactly my question." I mumbled meekly. Fuck, she was onto me.

The subcommander spared me one sideways glance, making his distaste of my presence as blatant as possible. Or more likely as if he didn't believe in me at all. As for me, I was wondering just how many hours he passed practicing on the mirror to be able to make such a snide face - while keeping an eye out on where his next steps were taking him. I snickered.

"What was that, signie? The commander asked.

"Nothing at all, sir."

"Good."

It struck me as slightly ironic that the subcommander's suspicions of me were, and would probably remain, justified. My recent financial windfall and my sketchy arrival with two friends who were assumed to both be highly dangerous only served to undercut my point. But there was no proof, nevertheless. I was untouchable.

Holly spoke. "You got a commission, private. Due to the lack of ANY knowledge of your origins or motivation. You start tommorow."

I saluted and began to turn. Now was the hard part. I let my knife slip out of it's sheath.

As I was walking to the door, the knife buried itself in the frame next to my head. "I think I'll leave that there. Nice decor." Said Holly.

I smiled to myself. The bug would work. We had eyes on the inside.