Fallout Equestria: What We've Lost (Original Version)

“Lieutenant Stonefeather? Ah good, you’re awake.”

The doctor says, my eyes fluttering open. “How are you feeling? Your operation went well.” He continues as I slowly regain consciousness.

“W-what? Operation? What the fuck are you talking about?” I respond. My voice is shaky and panicked as I start looking around.

“You were wounded in combat, one of the soldiers in your command was a test subject for the Mark I Phoenix Talisman. She sacrificed herself to save you. Your operation was for mechanical prosthesis for you to return to the field. You’re in the Canterlot Interministry Hospital and I am Doctor Scalpel.” He counters. I lift my left arm, seeing the gunmetal grey appendage. It’s a relatively simple thing, a skeletal design with a talisman provides it with energy for it to move, my mechanical wing was designed in the same general manner. I start to move the talons on the claw, each digit moving exactly as it would. “Doctor, how long have I been out?” I say, the doctor quickly responding, “Six months. Not including the five weeks reported in a field hospital. Don’t worry, two or three weeks of therapy and you’ll be back before you know it.” He then turns and trots off, leaving me to slip back into unconsiousness.

I can feel the wind rushing through my feathers and through my fur, reminding me of a time long past. I was young then. Since I had learned to fly at a very early age I had a lot more freedom than most other Griffons at that point in their lives, usually because they themselves were still learning. It's been three months since my encounter with that mare, I'm pretty sure she's dead. I set down about five hundred feet from the settlement, two other Griffons and a Pegasus soon land behind me.

“Alright guys we’re only here for what we need, you understand?” I say as I turn around, facing the other three. The two Griffons are “Goldie” Goldwing and Butch Grimstone, who everyone calls “Butcher.” The Pegasus is a mare named Cloudy Skies.

“I’ll get ammunition” Butcher drawled.

Cloudy Skies quickly pitches in “I’ll get parts for our guns!”

Goldie soon follows, “I’m getting explosives, if you need anything of the sort, let me know now.”

“Alright, well that leaves me, I’m getting supplies and selling some of our haul. Don’t buy anything you won’t need.” I say as I turn towards the settlement. As the four of us make our way to the main gate, two guards armed with hunting rifles step in our path.

“Now y'all need to check yer iron before we letcha in there, ya hear? We can’t have you runnin’ ‘round causin’ trouble.” One of the guards drone. I open the bolt on my rifle and eject the only round in there, quickly catching the bullet and placing it in a pocket. The others soon follow suit and we’re let through. Everypony goes their separate ways in the lines of shops, leaving me by myself. I soon find the general store and enter, being greeted by an old buck.

“Welcome to Supplies and Such. Name’s Ol’ Brass. So whatcha need?"