*Several Years later*
*Human Equestria*

After the whole fiasco the gang has been through. Today is the end of their high school adventures, that means the one and only bacon haired girl said goodbyes to the gang as she's going back to the pony Equestria to visit her old former mentor and that one lavender alicorn. So that she can 'begin again' her actual normal life there.

Staring at the Wondercolt statue, is Sunset Shimmer, her cyan eyes wandered between the statue and the school as she then straighten her outfit, adjusts her shoulders and gripping the bag tightly. She then closes her eyes and sighs "Okay, let's do this." she then walked through the statue to return back to Equestria.

Except, some random magical interference scrambled the portal as she walks through, giving her an unfortunate adventure ahead of her lifetime.

As soon as she goes through the portal, a speeding object flies overhead. Upon close inspection, it actually resembles a satellite used by those crazy scientists.

*Onto The Think Tank Buddies*

"NOW WHERE DID THE SECOND SATELLITE GO, DOCTOR O?" A thundering, volume knob-broked voice boomed.

"Based on my calculations, it's somewhere in another dimension, Dr. Klein." a sarcastic voice replied.

...

"Um... Dr.Klein, are you there?"

...

"BULLSH-"

*Mojave Wasteland*

*Whistling* "Because I'm the wanderer, dun-dun-dun, the wanderer" *Hum*

A lone equine figure clad in armor humming the tune with the radio in his little computer attached to his left fetlock as he scans the empty desert with the scope of his gauss rifle to search for those retribution screaming assholes so that he can blast their latin butts back to Caesar. After a few moments of nothing, he sighs in boredom. So, he holstered his YCS/186 to his back as he then walk towards his duffle bag.

The burning heat of the sun making his helmet hot. He then removed his helmet to reveal himself as a silver-furred stallion with a black and yellow trimmed mane. His hazy-green eyes squints to adjust the sudden brightness change. He have a shallow scar at his left cheek and two bullet scars onto of his forehead. He then wipes off his sweat with his bandaged right hoof and begin searching through his bag.

After a few moments of rummaging his large bag filled with ammo, weapons, a crapton of stimpaks, radaways and Pre-war Books. He found his prize; a fresh, cold Sunset Sarsaparilla being held by his hoof.

"Yes!" the armored stallion quietly cheers as he then ripped-off the cap with his left hoof and shoves the cap into his caps sack and then begin chugging down the whole bottle in one go.

After he emptied the bottle and a belch afterwards, he carelessly throw it behind his back. Causing the bottle to fly into the distance, never to being seen again. He then wears his helmet back on and he packs up the place and then he disturbs the sleeping cyborg canine and a mutated Jackson Chameleon that was behind him when he was scanning the wastelands.

"Rex, Little Ripper come on, let's go!" he wakes them up from their slumber as the former wakes up and re-activates his cybernetics and yawns. After that, he looks at the pony and barks happily while the latter...

"Is it time now, Alpha?" a talking, groggy deathclaw asks his master, which the stallion nods. As the small deathclaw then slowly rises from his slumber... of boredom and he then sharpens his claws to make sure they're in a razor-sharp condition. With a confirming nod, he then stares intently at his alpha, waiting for further orders.

He motions them to follow and they complied as they begin traveling at a steady pace to their hideout. As they were walking, the stallion then strikes up the conversation with a deathclaw.

"Little Rip," the deathclaw then heard his name as he looks at his alpha "do you remember that time when you were eyeing my stealth boy yesterday? What happened to it?" the stallion questioned. The deathclaw shrugs.

"I ate it, Alpha." the deathclaw male bluntly answered. Thus ending the conversation entirely as the only sounds at the canyon are sand-crunching steps, metallic paws scratching the dirt and a heavy breathing of a deathclaw. The sun then starting to set as the group noticed it and started to pace faster.

"Come on guys, lets get back to our place to set up toooo" the stallion's voice died down as they noticed a group of incoming crimson clad jackasses heading straight for them "Fuck." he cursed under his breath.

As the legionary assassins getting closer. They suddenly stopped as the one at the front rushes towards the pony to... strap a party hat on top of his helmet much to the annoyance from the stallion. The lead assassin then returns to his group for them to send their TERRIFYING message from Caesar himself.

"Oh, it's your birthday! Happy birthday! It's your birthday! Happy birthday! Whose birthday is it? Ooo, it's your birthday! Happy birthday to you!" the assassins celebrating the annoyed pony's missed birthday. After their celebration, they immediately draw their weapons at the trio. The stallion and his companions noticed it at the last second and immediately take cover behind the rocks as a hail of lead passes by them.

*Pony's POV*

"Dammit Caesar, it's not my birthday!" I yelled at the sky in frustration as I whipped out my Gauss Rifle and I cranked the side of it to charge a slug while I whistled at Ripper. He looks at me for orders and I motioned him to cloak and wait for my command and he complies as he disappeared from view. I then peeked out from the rock only to retreat back in as the incoming fire ricochets off my cover and some grazed my helmet while some of the stray bullets just knock off the party hat on top of my helmet, riddled it with holes. And also still hearing those terrifying words the Assassins blurted out while happily still endlessly firing their guns.

"Happy Birthday!" says the one with a assault carbine. The fore-sight have a miniature party hat sit on top of it.

"Cake and Juice!" says the one with the LMG.

"It's your Birthday, Hoo!" says the one with a thermic lance at the distance...

"JUICE!" one of the assassin threw a grenade towards me. I noticed it and activated my V.A.T.S towards the explosive pineapple and with a 95% chance of hitting that, I immediately peeked out of my cover and started to fire my electromagnetic slug at it and it impacts the grenade. Causing the grenade to explode in front of them, forcing the assassins to take cover from the incoming shrapnel while coughing from the smoke while still happily celebrating my birthday.

While they're distracted, I holstered my rifle and began pulling out my neon guitar and I activate my stealth field while Rex does the same. The reason he cloaks is because I installed the nano-bots implant into Rex so that he can active camouflage like me during my free time a few days ago.

As we are cloaking, we spied them cautiously walking towards my former position with weapons at the ready. Then one of the assassin starts to leap on top of the rock to try to jump my last position.

"HAPPY Birth... day?" he says in confusion as he looks around to try to find me while his buddies do the same as he trying to find where I am, until he suddenly stops and stares at where I am right now. Unfortunately, he actually saw my distortion as he then slowly walk towards me with machete in hand. As he gets closer, I then raised my guitar above my head and began motioned it like those pre-war golf I read about.

*TWANG!*

I then swung my guitar at him so hard that he flew into the atmosphere. His buddies got distracted as they started to observe their flying friend until I whistled, gaining their attention as they then look towards my general direction. Causing Little Ripper to deactivate his cloaking behind them in time as he then starts shredding the surprised legionaries to colorful gibs. I then also decloaked, whipping out my Gauss Rifle and began to open fire at the remaining stragglers. And then the last legionary starts to book it, I aimed my rifle at him and fired my last magnetic slug round from the magazine towards him and then the round penetrates his cardboard armor and through his torso while making him fall flat to his front by his carried momentum.

My Gauss Rifle's barrel started to faintly glowed red after firing multiple shots as I got the last one. With a pausing moment of silence, I powered down my heated gauss rifle and holstered it as I begin trotting towards the last fallen assassin. I began strapping my wrist mounted shotgun on my right fetlock half-way through while also avoiding to damage my damaged right hoof as I'm carefully applying the pressure plate on it.

As I reached where the assassin was. He drag his body towards his side so that he can look at me approaching. He stares at me was not hate, but with sadness, "Happy. Birthday... friend." he weakly croaked while also coughing out copious amount of blood.

I abruptly stopped dead on my tracks as he said that word as I raised my eyebrow in confusion as I slowly leaned towards his face. When we were face to face, the wounded legionary then slowly raises his hand and clenched his fingers except his index finger while slowly moving towards my filtration mask. When he touched towards where my nose is supposed to be, he then weakly says "Boop." before his body went limp as his bloodied finger slowly dragged downwards from my mask, smearing it with his blood.

I stood there in shock and with wide eyes about what happened there. 'He... just wanted to be my friend. But his affiliation with Legion forces him to kill me' I thought to myself as I then looked at the lifeless body of the assassin with remorse.

A few minutes later, I dug the bodies into their makeshift graves while I also pay my respects. If I can do it without this floating 'F' hovering in front of my face. After the birthday incident a while ago. Me, Rex and Ripper then move on to continue our trek towards our hideout and hopefully without any obstacles in the way.

Until we stopped again as I saw a downed figure. I instantly pulled out my Foam Finger from it's holster as I cautiously trot towards it. When I took a good look at the lying figure. My eyes widen in surprise as I immediately holstered my 'pistol' as the 'person' I see was actually a pony.

An actual, fucking pony, and it's a unicorn based by the horn. And its a she if the cartoon-y eyelashes and the feminine features made an obvious sign that she's a mare. She has a tan-ish orange coat while her wavy mane and tail which looks like bacon with the fiery yellow and red. She also have a butt mark of a... sun? Huh, I thought my butt mark of a med-kit is odd, she has a mark of a certain celestial body.

After I finished inspecting the downed unicorn, I then saw blood leaking out from the back of her head, I decided to look around to find out who hits her and leave her there. Until I saw who caused it, it is the shattered remains of my Sunset Sarsaparilla bottle that I threw earlier. I sheepishly chuckled at my own careless stupidity as I then called my companions here.

When they're arrived, I let Little Ripper hold my bag and weapons, much to the unamused glare the deathclaw gave to me as I ignore him. I then carry the unconscious mare behind my back while also grabbing a bag which maybe belongs to her that I almost missed, after watching my perimeter for anything missing I then nod and started to heft the unicorn on my back as we walk towards our hideout and started to clean that wound up and maybe talk to her tomorrow if she wakes up.

Seems like the Mojave is going to get their 'nuclear winter' here.

Somewhere, at the compound of the Mojave Outpost

Within the barracks of the NCR Outpost, multiple soldiers then simultaneously sit up from their bunks and made a thousand-yard stare at the wall with a blank look.

"Someone has prophesied our philosophy of Nuclear Winter. And it's coming." they said in monotoned unison before going back to sleep.

Oblivious towards the awkward and creep-ed out stares coming from the Bartender, a Caravan Drunk and the radio.

The Bartender then looks at the drunk with a confused expression "Hey Cass, may I join with you? I need to forget these shit happens since that weird brahmin talked to me that day."

The drunken redhead shrugs "Sure, but don't complain to me that we have done something tomorrow morning. If you swing that way of course."

Author's Note

Constructive Criticisms required.