Fallout Equestria: Exiles

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The crackling of the PipBuck's audio feed was accented by the steady drip of liquid and the sparking lights hanging from exposed wires. A low hum echoed from the floor, the wheels and levers of shadowy machines grinding against each other in darkness. Pushing away some rubble, a pony in barding composed of metal from many of her fallen enemies stepped forward. Her hoof glowed with the Pipbuck, casting a green light across the otherwise dark compound.

Limping forward, the click clack of her hooves echoed as she made her way to a control panel. A flurry of little lights were flashing, giving tiny, almost incoherent beeps. After spending a moment gazing at them, she lifted up her PipBuck, adjusting the dials to try and clear out some of the crackling on the audio. The feed whirled, but the microphone refused to change it's quality. With a sigh, she leaned against the control panel, slipping down and leaving a oozing trail of blood behind her as she sank into a resting position.

"Begin log-- argh," She paused, hearing the pain in her own voice as she fought back tears. "Log-- of whatever day this is. My name is White Arc, and it's been-- almost a month I guess. A month since I left home."

She closed her eyes again, feeling the shock of pain course through her. She was going numb, slipping into shock. "To my family and friends, I'm sorry. It was the only way. I know you'll understand. I had to stop them at any cost."

Turning towards the control panel, the mare pressed her hoof down on one off the buttons. Alarms began blaring all around her as she ended her PipBuck's feed, laying her head back and watching all the red lights fill her vision and the cacophony of noise overwhelm her senses.

bzzzt.