Chapter 1: On another whim.
"Two hundred years ago in a place we now call The Wasteland a bunch of jackasses, and no I ain't talkin' bout donkeys, picked a fight with another group of jackasses, still not talking about donkeys, which started THE GREAT WAR!!! Only problem is group number one was going bat-shit bucking crazy and group two was just point-blank fuckin' weird, I mean making wings grow out their backs Voodoo weird, so this weird dick measuring contest to the death ended up with group two giving the whole world a colossal FUCK YOU and blowing up every-fucker the end... Only the thing is it was ponies like most things out here are tenacious fucking cunts that refuse to fucking die. So in steps STABLE-TEC another group of cunts who promised safety and hope in their wonderful stables, points to the dick who came up with the names for originality, BUT it turns out that the first rule of the wasteland didn't exist because otherwise fuckers would have realised that shits too good to be true. And that their saviours were just a bunch of sick fucks toying with ponies lives now that they couldn't leave, which some believe to be the origin of modern day raiders, most killed the ponies they were meant to save; which brings me to now, see some didn't horrifically fuck you up in way that give raider wet dreams... Nooo some actually saved ponies who would later go out and fuck everyone shit up from bandits to warlords and every Tom, Dick and Harry in between, THAT we learned when one killed the TDH brothers, including the forth brother Steel Nerve Stan, moving from one raider group to another and all thanks to those fucking old world pieces of shit on their forelegs. So remember youngins for the best way to kill stable dwellers all you need to do is play it smart..."
Nearly thirteen years I spent believing that crap building a gang, an empire... A FUCKING LEGEND... All around that warning, the idea that if I was smart enough and planned I would be unstoppable, if prepared for anyone even a Stable dweller I was going to be untouchable... And ponies had tried I slaughtered mercenaries and bounty hunters in droves. I WAS FUCKING BLOOD-EYE THE BUTCHER! Stallions pissed themselves at the sight of my bandits, dozens of settlements bowed to my will. But all of it meant nothing now, against a Stable dweller a decade of experience with the worse the waste could throw at me, a life time of planning, all of my bandits meant nothing against some filly less than a week out of one of those Stable... Some legend all that was left was the blood in my body and that wouldn't be for much longer.
Slowly I pulled myself through the carnage one foreleg shifting me through the bodies thrown across the hall the other clenched to my side trying to plug the bullet holes. Each pull shifting me closer to the yellow medical box laying against a flipped table, each breath growing more painful; finally reaching the yellow box I twisted around resting on the cool steel of the table; I paused a moment taking in the aftermath of what should have been a second long massacre ending with a fresh head being mounted on the outer wall but somehow this bitch managed to tear through nearly a hundred of my best ponies and turn my factory into a slaughter part of me couldn't help but be proud of, (if I hadn't been on the receiving end) looking down I saw why my hind-legs were numb, all down my legs was covered in blood and only a few patches of my brown fur remained uncoated; a long bloody line marked my path. I stretched out a foreleg knocking open the box I paused as movement came from behind a office door. "Boss is that you?" A soft voice whispered as a bone white stallion crept into the hallway, despite the agonizing pain I couldn't help but smile.
"Heeeyyy... Boney how ya do- doing bud?" I looked over the stallion much like he was doing to me, only he had a few minor scrapes and bruises and he was the only one with wide eyes just beyond him was a peach mare fairing much the same as him somehow Bone-saw had managed to get both of them into safety before the firing started... Honeycomb was her name, she was Bone-saw's mate. But something was wrong she was pregnant I knew that much (not to mention the bulge makes it kinda obvious) but the way she was cradling it while crying screamed trouble. looking back at Bone his eye said everything. "Boney take it help ya mare... Help ya baby." His head snapped to me his mouth going at a mile a minute only without any words. He stood there frozen like that until my hoof connected with his face. "WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR? TAKE IT AND GO!" He didn't say anything instead just grabbed the supplies and helped Honeycomb after a few moments they were gone and all that was left was me and the sound of hoof-steps echoing ahead of me, with one last pained breath I closed my eyes and waited... If I was gonna die it was going to be for the only one that I considered family... And that ain't a bad way to go in my books.
Opening my I found myself in our clinic, or that's what Bone-saw always called it, really it was just the cleanest room in the building with hospital beds spread around. Quietly looking over myself I noticed that most of my injuries had been patched up though there was a sizeable wound running across my ribs with a mound of bloodied rags dumped on the floor. I froze when I heard a metal clank as a tray slide into view. "Come on! There has to be a potion in here somewhere, COME ON!" A mare voice boomed in the small room and I had a pretty good guess who's it was. Silently I slide of the bed and glanced around my small section there wasn't much besides a bed and a small cabinet, fortunately I knew Bone kept a scalpel in each one and with a privacy curtain blocking that mare's view I had a chance to get back at that Stable bitch.
*Click*
Fuck my luck, fuck my luck with a shotgun. "Don't move... What are you doing?" The mare voice was firm and confident. But I continued to rummage through the drawers, I smiled at the med-x slowly floating it to my wounded side. "Hey! I said DON'T MOVE!" I injected the syringe into my side and the pain smiled as the pain faded away. The gun pressed against the back of my head as the mare spoke up once again. "Bitch don't think I won't shoot you..." I couldn't help but laugh at the mare's 'threat', I turned to face her still smiling; she stood at the end of the bed, her coat was chocolate brown with vanilla patches matching her mane; her jumpsuit was covered in bloodied bandages.
"Bitch if you were going to shoot me I would already be dead. So shit or get off the motherfucking pot because thanks to you I have got a hundred fucking ponies to bury. Did you even count? or just keep blasting fuckers till nopony was moving anymore, you piece of shit. You have any idea how many families you have ruined?" She pressed the gun against the small space between my eyes, but I didn't flinch I had spent years knowing that this very moment could easily happen at anytime.
"I'm sorry, is a raider giving ME a morality lecture on killing ponies?" The mare sarcastic replied.
"FUCK OFF CUNT I AM A BANDIT NOT SOME DERANGED FREAK!!! But don't worry... Every fucker is gonna see the difference REAL soon thanks to you..." The gun pulled back the mare looked more curious than concerned "now what the fuck do you want?".
"Where is Atomic Mass?" The mare demanded.
"Who the fuck is Atomic energy?".
"Atomic MASS!!!" The mare yelled, stomping a hoof as she seemed to be losing her composure. "WHAT DID YOU DO WITH HER!?!".
"The FUCK are you talking about? Dumb fuck incase you couldn't tell by the lack of cages and the like WE DON'T TAKE FUCKING SLAVES!!" The mare froze for a moment as if she was only just realising it. With the mare's mind occupied with slowly piecing everything together I decided to to deal with the more concerning issue of the wound on my side, I focused on the wound and a familiar tingle ran through my body and the blood altered its path and started to flow back over the wound andgingerly clotting .
"Well now isn't that interesting..." A voice snapped our attentions to the door were a pegasi had appeared. "Trickster never mentioned anything about blood magic...", The stallion's mused rubbing his chin, "well I suppose given the mass underestimation of both your abilities this operation is a failure, but at least it has brought some interesting information to light... Now all that is left I suppose is to dispose of the two you. How unfortunate miss Mass will be disappointed, she saw so much use for a muscle brained idiot like yourself Fondu but I gu-" the smug bastard was cut off by the mare screaming as she charged him.
Ultimately it was a wasted effort as the stallion gave what looked to be a half-assed push the moment she was in reach, despite its appearance that half-assed push launched the mare across the room until she hit the locker with an almost deafening bang, a quick glance proved it as the mare was lying hunched up under a massive impact crater which seemed to have nearly folded the locker in half. "Well... That's a new one." I said dismissively as I turn my attention back to the station, unsurprisingly he wasn't fazed by the pathetic attempt. I looked at him something was off about him, beyond the inequine strength, he was wearing a weird full-body leather trench coat but nothing like the ones that you would find in the Wasteland... It was clean, too clean. "So I know the why but I am curious as to the what and by who..." The stallion paused, "see I KNOW that you aren't a pony, that little shove proves that... Your a Synth aren't you?" The stallion smiled and nodded, "I always wondered if you guys were real." The stallion stuck out a foreleg and a large blade shot out from his hoof as he lowered himself to charge.
His speed was impressive, moving like a blur he weaved as he flew towards me and undoubtedly a waste-lander wouldn't stand a chance... But I was not your run-of-the-mill waste-lander, quickly shifting onto my hindlegs
