Fallout: New Pegasus

AN: A picture of most every character who is mentioned with a name can be found on my deviantart, dragoonian.

CH. 1: And so it Begins

It all started only 2 years ago. 2 years ago today, I was shot in the head, killed, revived, and started my quest for revenge. 2 years ago today. Lets go back to that fateful night shall we, as I tell you a story of revenge, survival, and even a little romance.

My name is Flare, Flare Twister. I am a pegasus and a courier for the Equestria Express. It was tasked to deliver a poker chip to the leader of New Pegasus, Mr. Stable. I was not expecting to be ambushed from the above and below. Now your probably wondering, how could a pegasus be ambushed from above. Well let me tell you how. I can't fly anymore. When I was taking my flight test as a colt, I had an accident of sorts. Both of my wings snapped off and I was given artificial wings. I cant use them to fly but I can run faster than anyone out there. Using my wings, I basically increase the distance between steps 4X. But that's not important. What is important is the fact that right now I am tied up and at the mercy of a pony that is the leader of two ponies that I'm guessing are Iron Will's based on their attire. Lets get back to business shall we. As I said earlier, I am all tied up and at the mercy of one pony, wearing a pre-war jacket and his cutie mark was a poker chip with a bullet in the middle.

“Guess who's waking up over here.” the Will on the right said.
“Hey, Benny, you got what you wanted, so deal with the kid and pay up.” the Will on the right ordered.
The one they called Benny raised his fight hoof. “Maybe Wills kill ponies without looking them in the face, but I ain't no fink, ya dig.” Benny said. “Sorry you got twisted up in this scene, from where your laying, it probably seems like you are having an 18 apple run of bad luck, but to be honest, the game was rigged from the start.”

Then, he pulled a gun out of his jacket, but it his mouth, and pulled the trigger.

All of a sudden, I see a bright light. 'Wait, how the hell am I seeing anything.' I thought to myself. 'I just got shot in the head. What the f*ck is going on here.'

“Whoa there, just take it easy kid.” An old, gray unicorn stallion who was wearing a black leather jacket and a red scarf. His mane had completely fallen out but he still had a pretty awesome mustache. His cutie mark was a yellow and pink butterfly with a needle and a stimpack over it. “You just got yourself shot in the head a couple of days ago. Now, just take a second to get your bearings.”

I looked around an took in the surroundings. I was in an old house, kind of rustic, could use a little TLC but not bad for the Middle Ground. I was on a bed that had seen better days.

“Now then, you're doin pretty good for just shot in the head. But I had to do some diggin around in your head. Now, I take pride in my hornwork but look in this mirror and tell me if I messed anything up.”

He floated a mirror up to me as I looked at myself. I had a small scar in the middle of my forehead but it was easily hidden by my mane. Other than that, I was pretty good.

“How'd I do?” he asked me.

“Not bad, you even managed to hide the scar under my mane.” I complemented him.

“Thanks. Now, since you seem good enough to talk, you must be good enough to walk. Lets get you up. My name is Doc Mitchell by the way.”

“Thanks for the patch Doc. How much do I owe you.” I asked him.

“Oh this one's on the house. It's not often that you get to bring someone back from the dead.” He told me. “Just don't make me do it again.”

“Ha ha. Will do Doc. Hey, would you mind giving me my stuff back.” I asked. “I kind of need to get back out on the road.”

“Yeah, no problem. I have it all in this box here.” He said as he levitated a metal lock box over to me. “I even managed to fix up your wings a bit. Not askin how you got them, but judgen by your wings nubs on your back, I guessing that your a pegasus and that your wings were broken off. Not askin how but if you need help putting them back on, I'd be happy to help. Also, I read the note in your pack, trying to find your next of kin, just said something about a platinum chip. If you want to know about the people who attacked you, as I'm guessing you are, I would suggest talking to the people in the saloon. Starting with Sunny Smiles. She's always with here dog Cheyenne. Then try the bartender, Trudy Serve-em-up. She's the mother figure in the town and knows everything thats anything about what happens in Good springs.

“Thanks Doc. I would appreciate the help with my wings.” I said. When I opened the box. The first thing I saw a Pip-Buck 3000. “This isn't mine. What's a Pip-Buck doing here?” I asked the Doc.

“It was mine, seein as I grew up in one of them Mark Stables, but seeing as I am getting to old for adventure, I thought that you could use it more than I could.”

“Thank you kindly doc. Ill put it to good use.”

With that, the doc helped me re-attach my wings, attack my new Pip-Buck, and gave me my clothes back. I then checked my Pip-Buck and it was open to the journal menu and showed that the last note was Doc suggesting that I go and see Sunny. I then went to the inventory sorter of my Pip-Buck

“Hey Doc?” I asked

“Yeah son.”

“Is there anything else I should do while I'm in Goodsprings?”

“You may want to thank the metal pony who dug you up. His names Appletracks. He's one of them fancy Applejack securitrons, custom model. Trust me, you'll know him when you see him.”

“Thanks Doc. See ya later.”
He's a nice, old stallion. Well, I better get out of his mane. Time for me to go back into the great outdoors.

As I went out the door of the good doctors house, I immediately felt the heat of the sun and the crackle of magic mixed with electricity as my wings powered back on, and with that, my quest had finally begun.

Level Up - LV.1
Perk Added - Cyberwings, Mark3 LV.1
You can sprint 400% faster for a limited time. You can also use the grapples in the wings to handle small weapons(Pistols, Grenades, TNT, Magic Pistols, other one handed weapons). You can use the grapples to pick locks(The higher your lock-picking skill, the less likely you are to have to repair your grapples with scrap metal).

Perk Added – Been there, Dead that.
You are 20% harder to kill. You will instead end up unconscious almost every time you would die.