Fallout Equestria: What happens in the Past...

The wind howled. Snow obscuring all vision. Through the blizzard a group of three walked. Did they have any idea where they were going? Most likely not. What were they looking for? Scavenge most likely. Why else would someone willingly go out this far from the city?

Slowly they made their way to an old building. Stepping inside they hurriedly took off their gas masks. Gasping for breath they fell to the floor before slowly standing up again. Groaning they brushed off some snow from their persons.

“Any idea where we are?” Asked an unusually tall stallion.

“A building? How am I supposed to know?” Replied a snarky griffon female.

“Hey, was just asking.” The stallion said in return. “Well, should we see if we can find anything of use here?”

“Yeah might as well.” The griffon said.

The old decrepit building creaked and groaned. The smell of rotten flesh filled the air. The walls still had flaking paint on them. The what would have been beautiful pink walls greyed and dulled with age. The old wooden floor was covered in a fine layer of dust and debris.

The group walked slowly through the house, floor creaking with every placement of a hoof. Slowly they made their way up an old, partially broken, staircase to the second floor. The smell upstairs was worse than before. Opposite the stairs was a room with a large bay window. The group made their way into the room. They had walked into what they thought must be a study or office of some sort. An overturned bookshelf had scattered books across the floor. Rows and rows of papers sat on a shelf in the back of the room.

“Looks like the blizzard’s calming down now.” Said the large stallion as he peered out the window. “I don’t think there’s anything of use in here.” He said turning back to the other two people in the room.

“Yeah, doesn’t look like there’s much in this house.” The griffon replied.

They continued rummaging for a few more minutes before something from outside caught their attention. A large explosion. It shook the entire building. Rushing outside they searched for an explanation. They saw smoke rising from behind a nearby mountain.

“Well. Let's investigate, shall we?” The griffon asked. The other two nodded their heads in agreement and they made their way towards the giant pillar of smoke.

They walked for an hour, climbing the mountain that stood in their way. When they reached the top the saw the source of the explosion; A ship. At least it looked like it was a ship, a destroyed, burning ship, but a ship nevertheless.

“No way. Is-is that Enclave?” The griffon asked.

“Looks like it.” The tall stallion green stallion replied.

“Should have some good loot in it then.” The griffon said.

“As well as some hostile heavily armoured pegasi.” The stallion retorted.

“Well we’ll see when we get there, won’t we?” The griffon asked with a sly grin before sliding down the side of the mountain.

With a sigh the rest followed suit. They stopped and took cover behind a rock. They didn’t want to be spotted. Slowly they crept closer to the wreckage the smoke obscured their vision more and more, fogging up their masks. They found a little opening in the side of a fuselage and crept in.

The inside was bigger than it seemed. Broken pipes, bent vents and dangling wires were the main decor of the room. To the far side of the room, hunched over a desk was a pony. He was grey with a red mane. He was still breathing. The tall stallion approached him.

“What are you doing?!” Hissed the griffon. “What if he’s Enclave?!”

The taller stallion didn’t care and turned the incapacitated pegasus over. Blood was dripping out of his nose and mouth. A bone protruded from his chest and it appeared he lost an eye.

“I’ve got to help him. The stallion said.

“No, don’t do that. ‘Elp me find something then let’s fucking go!” The griffon responded angrily.

“I’m taking him back to the shop. You find whatever it is you want to find and and then meet me there.” The stallion said throwing the limp pegasus over his back. “Twig, you coming back with me or you staying here?” He asked the other stallion in the group who had remained silent this entire time. He nodded and followed the stallion.

The two slowly made their way away from the crash site. None of them even noticed the searchlights in the sky.

It took about two hours to make it back home, and many more hours were spent operating on the injured pony. A rib of his had shattered and punctured a lung, and another punctured his skin. Everything else was a simple fix; Healing potions and bandages.

The pony lay on the bed in a comatose state. Lightly breathing. The other stallion, Twig, had noticed that around his left leg was a pipbuck. After rushing for some tools, he got it off and rushed to his workstation in the other room. He brought it to a messy desk, covered in wires, metal, circuits, papers and a terminal. Hooking the device up to the computer he looked through the files to find nothing. No name, no age, nothing. The only thing that was found was a recording titled ‘0X-001R4’. The pony hit play on the file and sound came flooding out of the speaker.

“Hello dweller! It is time for your scheduled awakening. You are the 7th pony to be awakened. In the event of memory loss or homicidal thoughts, please see a Stable Tec representative post haste. Your safety is our top concern. Talk to security bot 00103 for a full debriefing of your task. Remember, the future is in your hooves!” With a click the recording ended.

Twig said nothing, but knew that there was something off about this situation. Either the stallion they helped was with the Enclave, or he was from a stable. Either option could cause concern. He reexamined the pipbuck case. On it the word ‘memory’ was etched. What could it mean? I guess he would know when the pegasus awoke. The taller stallion stepped into the room to meet Twig.

“What did you find on it?” He asked, removing bloody surgical gloves from his hooves. The smaller stallion played the recording for him. “That it? No names, next of kin, nothing?” The batpony nodded. “Well shit. Here’s hoping he doesn't have amnesia!” The stallion joked.

The stallion walked away and turned on the radio. A song came on almost immediately. It was a happy go lucky song from before the war. With a great yawn the taller stallion laid down on a couch. Hind legs dangling over the side.

“Want to join in?” He asked Twig before being interrupted by the sound of a door slamming.

“I’m home fucksticks!” The greyish brown griffon yelled at the top of her lungs.

“Find anything?” The stallion asked.

“Fire, rubble, debris.”

“Nothing else?”

“Well I found some of those Kevlar Security chucklefucks scoping the place out.”

“Kevlar? What were they doing there?”

“Same thing we were doing I guess. Except with less saving of potentially dangerous individuals. Speaking of, how is that shit head you brought in?”

“He’s doing fine. Just sleeping.”

With a huff the griffon slumped down onto an adjacent seat. She began pruning her brown feathers. She stopped and stared at the stallion half on, half off the couch.

“We really need to get a bigger couch for you, eh, Gauze?” She asked in a sarcastic fashion.

He groaned and stared at the ceiling. After a while he rolled himself onto his front and got up to grab something to eat from the fridge. He walked back into the infirmary to find the pony on the bed slowly waking up.

“Morning sunshine. Wait, yeah 3 AM counts as morning I’m pretty sure. Anyway, good to see you waking up.”

“Ugh, what the fuck is going on here?” The dozy pegasus asked.

“Well now, ain’t you pleasent. As for what happened, I don’t really know. I found you in a crashed ship and that’s all I know. Is there anything you can remember? How about your name, can you tell me your name?”

“I-I-my-name. Its. I can't remember. I can't remember my name.” The pegasus said getting more and more worried.

“It’s okay. My name is Gauze, I’m the general physician around here. I’m the one who helped you and I can try to help you with your presumed amnesia.” The tall green pony said.

“Thanks. I-I think I want to sleep a little bit more.” The pegasus said with a yawn.

“Good. You need to rest anyway.” Gauze said.

With a final yawn the pegasus curled up into the fetal position and said.

“what the fuck kind of name is Gauze?” as he drifted off to sleep.

Gauze woke up screaming. This wasn’t unusual, infact, it’s more uncommon for him to wake up normally. Nightmares were all commonplace for the stallion. But his screaming woke up the sleeping pegasus.

“What the fuck?!” He shouted as he fell out of the bed, crashing onto his wounds. “Argh, fuck!” He cried.

“Shit shit shit, sorry sorry.” Gauze hurriedly said, rushing to the pony’s side.

The other pony kicked him away as he tried to help.

“Fuck off you giant cunt!” He yelled cradling his wounded chest.

“I’m trying to help you, moron! You dislodged a bone!”

“I don’t fucking care. Don’t fucking touch me!” The pegasus screamed as he hit the other stallion square on the nose, drawing blood.

“Fine if you want to cut your lungs up from the inside, that’s your choice.” Gauze said standing up. He picked up a needle and threw it at him. “Come and find me when you want to live.” He said walking out the room, leaving the pegasus to suffer on his own.

He walked into the large room he liked to call the ‘living room’. In reality it was an old abandoned warehouse. It was buried under 20 feet of snow. It had been refurbished and turned into a rather nice house. The building had running power and working plumbing. Thanks to the working of Twig. Twig and Gauze had their own little room which was made from the old foremans office. It had a nice view of the entire workshop floor. The griffon, Gris, made her room from an old locker room. A kitchen was made at the opposite wall to Twig and Gauzes room.

When you think of it it was a perfect place to live. Uneffected by the outside, hidden, nice and warm.

“So. Screaming. Fun.” Gris said sarcastically.

“Not my fault. I screamed, then he screamed, then he hurt himself, then he screamed again and I left.”

“Sounds like a normal exchange between my parents and me.” Gris replied with a smirk.

The door to the infirmary burst open. The pegasus walked out, face filled with annoyance with a hint of confusion.

“So, ready for me to help you again? Or are you going to continue being the equivalent of a 3 year old in a fully grown stallions body?” Gauze asked the limping pony.

“I’m fine.” The pony said walking past everyone else. “Where the fuck is the exit?”

“You can’t leave.” Gauze said.

“And why not?”

“For one, you’re too injured. Secondly you don’t have the proper equipment to go out to Stalliongrad.”

“I grew up in Stalliongrad, shithead. I know the fucking city.”

“Then you should be aware that you need a gas mask. And I’m not lending you mine.”

“Gas mask? Whats wrong with the air?!”

“The atmosphere in Stalliongrad is about 3% oxygen.” The griffon interjected.

“How the fuck are we still alive then?”

“Because only areas that are exposed to the outside directly have lower oxygen. If there was a giant hole in the roof, we’d be fucked.”

“So what you’re saying is I’m stuck here?”

“Pretty much, yeah.”

“Fan fucking tastic.” The stallion grumbled before sitting down on the couch. He looked to his foreleg and noticed the lack of a pipbuck. “Which one of you guys stole my pipbuck?” He asked before having a his pipbuck thrown at his face.

“We were looking for information, but found nothing. No name, no age, nothing.” Gauze said walking over to the kitchen. “And you still can’t remember anything?”

“Nope. Blank as a foal’s ass.”

“Well aren’t you fun?” The griffon said.

“Ugh. Well if I’m going to be stuck with you wacko’s, I might as well know your names. I know the big guy is called Gauze, but what’s your name, birdbrain?” The pegasus asked.

“First off, fuck you. Secondly, my name’s Gris.” The griffon replied. She froze for a second. “Where’s Twig?” She asked Gauze. He shrugged. “Hang on. Twig we need you out here!” She shouted.

From the old foremans office emerged a bat pony stallion. He peered over a catwalk then flew down the the ground floor. He didn’t say a word but raised an eyebrow.

“This is Twig.” Gris said to the other pony. “And Twig, this is, uh, Fuckface McGee.” She said looking at Twig.

Twig gave a small smile and waved at him, before nervously walking over towards Gauze in the kitchen.

“He doesn’t talk much, does he?” The pegasus asked.

“He can’t talk, birth defect.” Gauze said walking back to the couch with a plate full of food.

“Well that sucks.”

“Not as much as him.” Gauze said in a very sultry voice. Twigs face turned a bright shade of pink from embarrassment. Gris turned her head to the two.

“What was that?” She asked.

“N-nothing!” Gauze stuttered trying to fool Gris into thinking he hadn’t made a mistake.

Luckily it worked and she turned back around. Gauze and Twig went and sat at desk and began eating their food. Whatever it was.

After a while of sitting and doing nothing the pegasus finally turned to Gris.

“So, uh, what do you do here? I know Gauze is the doctor or whatever.” He asked the greyish griffon.

“Muscle. These two are complete pushovers, they need me to protect them.” She said not lifting her gaze from a book.

“So are you a soldier or?”

“Physicist.”

“Uh huh.”

“Smartest person in the wastes.”

“Mmmhmm. Well I’ve got an IQ of 165.”

“Mines over 180.”

“Damnl. Mind if i ask how?”

“I’m a genius.”

“A genius who kills people?”

“It’s fun.”

“How about you Gauze. What’s your IQ?”

“About, uh, 140ish. It’s been a while since I checked.”

“And to think, you waste most of your intelligence on biology. Fucking biology!”

“Hey, biology is more helpful than fucking theoretical physics! I don’t need to know that not doing something creates an alternate universe where I do that thing. That’s fucking retarded anyway!”

“Fuck off. How is biology important anyway, huh? Oh cells divide through mitosis? Who fucking cares?!”

“You want me to kick your fucking ass?!”

“Bring it on!”

Gauze and Gris both stood up and gave each other angry expressions. They were ready to fight.

“I hate to break up this charming moment, but you two need to shut the fuck up for a minute. I’ve still got a few questions.” The pegasus interjected.

The stallion and griffon both sat back down. Still giving each other dirty looks.

“Okay what questions do you have?” Gauze asked.

“Well, from what I know I woke up a day ago in a stable. Apparently I’ve been asleep for about 170 years. Now if that’s true, I want you to tell me what has been happening in Stalliongrad for that time.”

“Ah, fun. Since he’s from Stalliongrad, I’ll let Gauze answer this one.” Gris said.

“Okay, everything that’s happened in Stalliongrad. Wow, thanks for choosing an easy question.” Gauze said sarcastically. “Well some of the first things you should know are, it’s always snowing. Always. And you need a gas mask, or respirator to properly walk around outside. You’re a pegasus so you should be able to handle it slightly better than earthponies and unicorns. That being said, you would still need one.”

“You told me this already.”

“I know, I know. I’m just reiterating. Anyway onto more interesting things I guess.” The pegasus’ gave him his full attention now. “So from what I know a couple decades after the bombings a group of mercs arrived in the city. They slowly over time became more advanced, eventually they became a fully fledged army. Their name is Kevlar Security.”

“Fucking tossers is what they are!” Gris yelled, interrupting Gauze.

“Anyway. Kevlar Security is now the primary force for Stalliongrad. They are a rather hostile bunch. They won’t like you unless you’ve got money. Now aside from Kevlar there are a few large raider groups; Red Robin Raiders and War Stallions. The Red Robin Raiders are.” He choked. Tears began to form slightly in the corners of his lime green eyes. “They are pretty bad. Everyone in this room, except you, has had some. Less than pleasant experiences with them.” At this point Twig had gotten up and ran to his room. “The, the other group; the War Stallions. I don’t know much about them. They drive vehicles on the White Sea, but that’s it.”

“What’s the White Sea?” The pegasus asked.

“Giant frozen lakebed.”

“Podkova lake?”

“Probably. Excuse me, I need to check on Twig.” Gauze said running up to his room after the batpony.

The pegasus waited for the taller stallion to be out of the room before he began talking again.

“What’s the deal with those guys?”

“I don’t know, but they can’t make it through a day without crying. Think Gauze said they had depression or something.” Gauze said turning her attention to the book she was previously reading.

“Wow that’s kind of, well, pathetic.”

“Welcome to the club. There’s punch and cookies near the door and they’re made of shit and piss.”

“Are you always such a pessimist?”

“Depends. Are you always a giant fucktard?”

“I think I’m done taking this negativity and will bid you farewell.” He said getting up off of the couch and walking up to old foremans office.

He knocked on the reddish door. It took a minute before it opened slightly. Gauze stood in the doorway, towering over the pegasus. His eyes were slightly bloodshot, and behind him you could hear some soft cries.

“What do you want?” He asked flatly.

“Just checking. Making sure everything’s fine.”

“Everything’s fine. Go away, we’ll be down later.”

“But I-” His sentence was cut off by the slamming of a door in his face. “Rude.” He said walking back down the staircase.

Gauze had turned back around to the crying pony on his bed. He sat down beside him and wrapped his arm around his neck. He let Twig cry into his chest while he just sat there and patted his head. By now he had done this about a thousand times, just as Twig has done for him.

It took about an hour before he was calmed down enough to walk out the room. They walked down the slightly rusted staircase and found the pegasus sprawled out on the couch. He was giving off low moans and grunts of pain.

Gris, being the ever helpful griffon she is, was sitting opposite him reading a book. She looked up for a second to notice Gauze and Twig.

“Might want to help him.” She said turning back to her book.

“What happened?” Gauze asked rushing to his side.

“Don’t know. He sat down on the couch, screamed, and is now sobbing uncontrollably. Sounds a little like you two.”

“Why didn’t you call me earlier?”

“Figured he’d be fine for another couple of minutes.”

“You are useless, you know that?”

“Guilty as charged.”

With a groan Gauze picked the stallion up and escorted him to the infirmary. He laid him down on the bed and began reexamining him. He found nothing wrong on the outside, leading him to believe that a bone fragment must have come loose inside the body.

Gauze had a concerned look on his face as he kept trying to find something on the outside of his body that was causing the pain. But alas, he found nothing. He knew the bone had shattered from the start and that it might cause problems later. He looked around for a minute before sighing. He needed to operate.

He didn’t have any anesthesia other than little doses of med-x. This was going to be painful. He swapped the pegasus from the bed to an operating table on the other side of the room. He grabbed the tools, some healing potions and med-x. He sighed as he put on his surgical gloves.

“Sorry bud. I’m going to make this as painless as possible.” He said to the half conscious pony on the table.

Injecting the med-x to the area of operation he brought the scalpel down his chest and began working.

It only lasted an hour, but felt like much more. The pony on the table nearly died of shock when Gauze began to apply healing potion to his damaged heart and lungs. The damage was greater than he had thought. About six ribs had broken. Three had shattered. The fragments hit vital organs. It wasn’t a hard fix, but it was a painful one.

When everything was all over, the pony only laid there. Wide awake. He didn’t talk. The thousand mile stare he had said everything. Gauze tore off his gloves and threw them into some sort of bin.

“I’m sorry.” He said as he handed the pegasus a healing potion.

Perk added - Malpractice: You never claimed to be the best doctor in the wastes. Your overlooking of vital things causes you to be more effective in trying to fix your mistakes.