Fallout Metro at Dark

“I’m sorry my lady I truly am.” I apologized to the rich pony repeatedly. “But what you are wearing is just a dress.”

“This is no common dress! This was my ambassador's dress!” The mare exclaimed. “I was to represent my station and talk over future plans of unity!” She looked so mad and disgusted she wanted to cry.

“Really? It's not that bad. Here let me.” I said as I began to brush her off. “See all better.” I said accidentally smearing dirt making it look worse. “Oh, Well your coat probably still looks better underneath anyways.”

A hoof struck my face.

The fancy smancy mare glared daggers at me. “Excuse me?!”

“What I say?” I asked her but she stuck her muzzle up in the air facing away from me crossing her forelegs across her chest.

“Woman am I right?” I laughed trying to get the two other passengers to agree. Only to realize they were not laughing with me but eying me with caution. “Hey, don’t look at me like that.” I waved a hand in their direction as the stallion continued to crank the cart allowing it to continue riding along the track.

“Woman? What is that?” The mare with the shotgun asked.

“A female of my kind I guess?” I shrugged my shoulders. “Well like ‘mare’ in your speak.”

After that we fell into silence once more. All of us just looked at each other with the mare in the dress to finally come around after cooling down.

When I saw that she was not as mad as she was earlier I had to ask. “So Ms Ambassador who were you needing to speak to?”

“A station not too far from here.” She grumbled.

I nodded, “I see. But you do realize Nazis came through here and stomped out one of the stations way back.” I gestured with a thumb behind us. “And if we continue to go straight we are sure to come across them along the way. These tunnels must be infested with their kind.”

The mare’s eyes widened in surprise. All of them did as a matter of fact. “You mean you didn’t know?” I asked as I just shook my head. “Well you do now.” Reaching into my pocket I took out a lighter that was disguised as a bullet. Flicking it open and closed to keep myself doing something.

The stallion began to slow down on the crank as the cart used its momentum to continue propelling us forward. The cart too began to slow down over time without the assistance of the stallion exerting himself.

“Had we been too late?” The rich mare asked, holding her hooves to her face as tears welled up in her eyes. The two ponies in front of me also looked sorrowful.

“They came in numbers. They are bound to have access to a train.” I explained.

“Why are you telling us this? At this point there ain’t no reason either.” The old stallion sighed, sitting back down as our cart finally came to a stop.

“Why? Was your station the one that had been attacked?”

“No.” The ambassador shook her head. “But if they have access to a train its pointless. They can just raid our station next. We stand no chance. Especially after they had already plundered that station. It was the strongest of the three stations… and with it gone… we have lost. No more peace talks… their intention is clear.”

“You tried to bargain with Nazis?!” I could not believe what I was hearing. These idiots thought they could talk their way out with those monsters. So is this why I was here? To fix the mistakes of these ponies? To be the backbone in their cute and cuddly society?

Maybe this was my calling.

“We just thought we could stop the fighting from happening!” The ambassador wailed weeping openly, scared for her station's survival.

‘Don’t give up’

“I guess it's over huh.” The shotgun mare murmured holding her head in her hooves.

I could not believe my ears, nor my eyes. After this bout of information their spirits were crushed and quickly falling apart. Just like I had only for different reasons. Their homes were on the line I could relate as I’d scavenge and kill monsters just to keep the population down. Always with humanities survival in mind, wanting to do what's best for the people around me. Most of the time wishing as it was difficult to save people. In most cases we are always too late.

“It's never over. Truly.” I suddenly spoke, all eyes were suddenly on me. “Like me, I thought my road had ended. Forever trapped to roam the corridors of the metro until I came across these colorful cuddly looking creatures. I had been lost for so long that the mere sight had brought hope into my life. Like a moth to a flame I gradually gravitated towards it. Seeing you ponies gives me hope when I’m around you. Now I might just be going crazy and this may all just be in my head but you all give me hope.” I said looking between each of them.

“And yes, that might sound strange coming from this odd unknown creature.” I let out a chuckle, “But do know that seeing you all alive and well does bring a tear to my eye. You all did not dare shoot me when you could have. You could have shot me but you didn’t. You could have left me when the lurkers had attacked but you didn’t. And for that I must say something truly special had happened or it was utterly random. And for that I must say that maybe ponies are not so bad. I must be crazy to think you’re real.”

“Alright crazy creature.” The shotgun mare smiled a little.

“So what was the reason for this?” The ambassador asked, wiping her eyes dry of tears.

“I don’t know why I was sent here but I do believe it was to protect you sheep from the wolves. Because where I’m from we are supposed to be shepherds over the animals.” I said recalling some biblical text but I could have also just been putting words in the bible for all I knew.

The ponies eyed me with wonder as if I were a holy angel sent by the God’s themself. “Now maybe you can talk with them while I do all the heavy lifting aye?” I suggested. “We can take them down.”

“How are the four of us going to take down the Nazis?” The old stallion questioned. “We don’t have the firepower.”

“Well if they see this pretty little thing they won’t. They’ll stop asking out of curiosity.” I said, placing my hand on the ambassador's shoulder.

“Oh?” The mare blushed.

“She’ll continue her plans at a peaceful negotiation. You two are her guards and I’ll be as you had called me earlier. Your pack animal.” I crossed my arms across my chest with a pleased smile on my face.

This was a very crazy and stupid idea. But I really needed to get close to the enemy thinking I am some stupid animal. Gain their trust… then STRIKE! They would never have seen it coming. That is to say if they don’t gun us down first. I did not know what was up ahead but I did know that these nazis were unicorns.

This plan had less than satisfactory odds at working but we had to try…

We went over the very loose plan together with little intel on the enemy. The plan was surely to fall at any point. But as I said, we had to try. We had a trump card… me.

I tucked away the bullet lighter for later. If I could not shoot my way out maybe I could burn down the Nazi’s station?

***Later***

We could see light just ahead the cart began to slow down as we readied ourselves for a checkpoint. The closer we got the spotlight overhead was the most noticeable. It shone over us as we came to a gated off part of the tunnel our carts wheels screeched to a halt as we came to the gate.

These tunnels were always so narrow compared to the outside world making me feel home sick. The outside world might have been deadly with a toxic atmosphere and monsters at every corner but I saw the beauty of what the past had held. Every picture, every toy, every book was all memories of a world that I used to know and a wonderful world it was. People and cultures of all kinds.

It was rich and full of life.

Perhaps surviving through such harsh times was a sign of hope. Whenever there is a struggle that means a battle is still being hard fought. Which means there's still a chance no matter how small. It can be won. The war is not over as this is just the beginning of something better. A better future.

On the catwalk were two Nazis eying the group especially me.

"Voo are you ant vat you you vant?!" Someone with a German accent called out.

“We are here on political business if you would kindly let us through.” The mare in the dress whom I’d come to know was River Boat explained with a sweet smile. “I am here to negotiate peace talks. She swayed from side to side trying to seduce the guards with her luxurious hips. We had thought it better for her not to wear the dirty dress during introductions trying to make a good first impression with her spotless coat looking clean and refined.

“Ant zee rest of you?” The guards asked, sounding relaxed.

Swiftly cutting in, “These are my guards.” She pointed at the two other ponies who waved back.

“Ant zat think?” They pointed at me next.

“Oh umm.” River Boat looked flustered as I began to play my role.

On queue as if an extra chromosome was added to my DNA I began to act out like a fool. Being an utter stereotype of a fool. Sticking my tongue out and shaking my head making insufferable noises.

Cringing River Boat pointed at me, “He’s my pack animal. Yet he’s quiet when I tell him too.” She slapped me on the helmet. “Stop animal! Bad! Be nice when nice ‘Nazis’ are around.”

Instantly I went quiet bowing my head. Because really I did not want to be shot for being ‘wild’.

Now I might have been overdramatic in my display but there was a deeper meaning to it. You see, I do not do things without reason. Because really it was supposed to be symbolic. To show how superior River Boat was, compared to a monster such as myself. That way they would all be on the same page. They could both agree that I was a lowly creature and that they were clearly the better being. A pony.

Doing so, they would not feel so different from River Boat after all. Projecting her as a mare in command of this group of ours. To exude power of her authority.

The ploy seemed to work as one of the guards wandered off with the sound of grinding as he began to crank the gate open.

We waited until the gate was fully opened.

“You may enter. Zough our kommandink officer vill see to you before you enter furzer vizin our territory.”

The stallion moved the cart inside as the gate closed behind us. “You may disembark from zee vehicle now.” The soldier said standing on their hindlegs to show how much ‘bigger’ they were.

We all exited following the soldier who led us deeper into the station that had been taken over by the Nazis. Ponies who did not wear the Nazi arm sash were normal ponies who were forced too work on the Nazis behalf as slaves. Cleaning and cooking for them. The ponies looked to us for hope only to be shoved away.

My ankle screamed in protest from the weight of ammo I was carrying.

As we walked, there were several rail and train carts on the track. Explaining how they got to the station yesterday in so many numbers. Then there was as I liked to call it the cattle car as it was a boxed train car that was used for transporting luggage and military supplies. Now it was used for transporting bodies of station inhabitants.

The train cars were covered in rust making them out to look bronze in color. Some things just seemed to never change. I did not know how the legendary unicorn only to be known as legend and folklore could be so evil. Perhaps the stories of the unicorn may have been interpreted wrong as these beasts were not pure of heart and would let only pure virgin maidens ride on their back. Who knew unicorns would turn out to be Nazi fascists?

I could not wrap my head around the idea of a race enslaving their brethren. As it was a breeding ground for revolution. Hate and contempt would continue to breed until an uprising to later happen. And if they killed off all the ‘degenerates’ they would turn on themselves or be wiped out by the mutant animals.

Passing by two mare heavies play a game of chess. Listening I eavesdropped on what they were saying. To my luck they talked in their facist tongues making it impossible to listen in on their coded language..

"Was denkst du über die Vergasung der Schmutz Ponys? Scheint irgendwie barbarisch, findest du nicht?" (What do you think about the gassing of dirt ponies? Seems kind of barbaric, don’t you think?) The two ponies wore an odd metal armor that I didn't recognize before. She had a helmet resting beside her as they played their game. Her armor was gray shining metal that had a few scratches from wear.

"Nun, in meinen Augen bekommen sie das, was sie verdienen ... und verspotten unsere Vorfahren, weil sie dünn und zerbrechlich sind. Wir werden allen zeigen, wer wirklich zerbrechlich ist." (Well, in my eyes they get what they deserve ... and mock our ancestors because they are thin and fragile. We will show everyone who is really fragile) The one in the big shiny scratched armor said. She even had a huge gatling gun beside her. Levitating and moving the chess piece ending her turn.

I read books about Americans using such weapons as well as some action hero films on the side. Even with Russia being their mortal enemy which we were. It was something fascinating to see in person, to say the least. I was just observing their armor more than the conversation.

I felt a tug on my leg. Looking down I saw that Chow was looking up at me. “Come on, don’t get lost now.” She whispered to me. Pointing out that the group had gone up ahead without me. “We could get into trouble, stay with the group.” Chow scolded me.

"Wir werden es rechtzeitig herausfinden." (We will find out in time) The conversation ended as they continued their game of chess. I walked with Chow.

"Let's go pack animal vee don’t got all day." The Officer said having noticed that I was falling behind my ankle protested from the abundance of weight.

He led us to a door that was embedded into the wall in the subway. As we went inside we were greeted with a small workplace with ponies on terminals that actually worked. they seemed to have just uniforms with no armor whatsoever. I got a lot of looks from ponies. Most were curious and some sent hateful glares my way.

"Fuck you, you racist bastard." I mentally growled at the ones glaring pure hate at me.

"Jedes Pony zurück zur Arbeit!" (Every pony back to work!) The Officer walked us through another hallway that led us to "His private office" passing a patrol of Nazi troops who seemed bored out of their mind; until they set their eyes on the officer that was leading me. Instantly they returned to stoicism at once.

We passed several closed metal roller shutter doors. It was probably where they held supplies, maybe even possible prisoners. Though I really couldn't tell as they were closed at the moment. The walk was rather uneventful, sounds of typing and computer terminals echoed in my skull as I could still hear them hard at work. Clicking and clacking away on their keyboards. It's been a long time since I’ve seen and heard a functioning computer hard at work.

We finally made it to the office that was guarded by two ponies wearing the silver metal heavy armor that made them look like iron ponies. On their chest plate was a Nazi Swastika emblem. The same war criminal of World War II. The mere presence of the symbol disgusted me. Their helmets were not too bad looking. I myself would have wanted one if the helmet did not have an elongated snout. The helmets had tubes that connected to the sides of the head to the neck of their armor making me guess that they had an air tank or a filtration system of sorts. These ponies must be smart to engineer such a thing. Odd, considering they did not have fingers. I'll give them that. Then again Germans were always great at ingenuitive.

At Least that’s what I'm assuming. Since the fourth reich was full of russian neo-nazis back in the human world. If these ponies were ‘true Nazis’ would it make them ‘Germane’ coming from ‘German-neigh’. Cute.

"And here vee are." He said as his horn glowed with a red aura. The doorknob had the same color, as it enveloped the doorknob. I quickly put two and two together.

"Unicorns. are. real," I mumbled rather dumbly.

“Vat vas zat?” The officer asked, looking back at me over his shoulder at me.

“Idiot, remember?” River Boat pointed back at me trying to cover for me. “He still does not realize unicorns exist. Just a dumb animal.” She rolled her eyes as she entered the office.

“The rest can wait out here while we discuss business.” He walked into his office as the door closed behind him, leaving us in the hallway with the two guards.

All of us sat against the wall waiting for River Boat to get us the go ahead to move in deeper.

***River Boat POV***

Smiling kindly, River Boat took a seat in front of the desk the Nazi officer set his gray coat over his chair before taking a seat across from the ambassador, clasping his hooves together with a professional demenor.

“So, zis is about ‘peace talks' you say?” The Nazi officer asked.

“That would be correct.” River Boat looked around the office. “My, what a divine office.” She noticed how ‘luxurious’ the office was, furnished with a finely made mahogany desk and a polished grandfather clock behind him with pictures on the walls of himself and his unit.

Taking a picture frame from his desk the officer admired a photo. “Yes, I am quite prifileget to hafe an office of zis kaliber.” He nodded, taking his eyes off the photo. “I’m sorry, vat's your name again?”

“River Boat and you are?” The ambassador stuck her hoof out for a shake.

“Stahelm,” He shook her hoof.

“So, what will it take for us to acquire a pass at opening peace talks?”

“What station are you from?” He asked.

River Boat gulped nervously yet laughed it off trying to cover up how uncomfortable how things were going, having her station under a microscope by the intimidating Nazi. Wondering if she should give him such much information but sometimes a little bit of honesty was the way to building trust.

“RiverDale,” River Boat said. “That's where I’m from. A charming place really.”

“It's goink to take a’ lot. Because I do not really see zee higher ups takink interest in ‘peace talks’. Zey seem to hafe already made up zeir mind.”

River Boat’s heart sank fidgeting with her hooves on her lap. “I’m sorry, excuse me?”

“Do I hafe to repeat myself?” He smiled sadly.

“Your leaders are not interested in making allies? But how much better we could all work together in harmony. Helping build off each other. You give up protection and we produce clean water in our station.” River Boat desperately explained trying to weasel herself into getting a hearing from the Nazi hierarachy.

“I’m sorry but I do not beliefe zis voult be of any use for you. You schoult go home. Mofe if you kan. Our forces vill be knockink on your door soon. Go home.” He shook his head. “I’d probably pack up ant go if I vere you. It von’t be long until ve’re zere.” He grimiced. “Especially a pretty mare such as yourself, might ent up beink kapturet ant… uset for your assets…” He trailed off.

River Boat’s cheeks flushed as she understood his meaning feeling quite vulnerable alone with the stallion.

“Nov I’ll escort you back to your train kart.” He said getting up. “I’ll put a wort in for you but I don’t see it changink anyzink.”

“It’s the least you can do. Thank you.” River Boat got up from her seat as the officer led her out of the office.

“Your velcome.” The Nazi replied politely.

Once the door opened River Boat was greeted with both Chow and Ale who looked relieved to see that she was alright.

Only something was missing or someone.

“Where’s Hunter?” River Boat asked, looking around.

***Hunter POV***

Alright... I take a deep breath and let it out slowly as I slowly pull off my heavy rucksack. I got on one knee as I began to open the smallest pocket first, and I would slowly work my way up to the bigger ones. I pulled out random pieces of paper that I took during my travels in the Metro. I even pulled out another Fragmentation Grenade only this one was metro made. More of a pipe bomb really. Looking it over I was surprised it did not have a stamp of its authenticity reading “Made in Metro”.

I had snuck off from my group yet no one questioned it. Acting like a dumbass I would dig my hands in my rucksack and start tossing out bullets as if I were the flower girl during a wedding.

The Nazi’s were none the wiser laughing at how silly I looked until one of thier superiors saw what I was doing making a mess of their floor and spewing out bullets carelessly.

“Hey vat’s goink on here?!” Asked an officer appearing with an air of authority. I wasn’t surprised when I recognized the sound of his voice. When he came into view I wanted to wrap my meaty paws around his neck and ring him like a chicken.

A familiar rifle hung from a sling around his neck. “Ant vat zee hell is zat?!” He pointed a disgusted hoof towards me.

“A pack animal I think it was called.” One of the Nazi’s said speaking quite normally without the funny little german accent.

It caught me by surprise to hear the pony talk in an American accent. Most of the more ‘sane’ ponies I talked to seemed to be good as far as I knew… except for that time they shot at me out in the snow. Little bastards.

Pushing my faceplate down sealing my helmet to breathe through my helmet's filter. “I’m Hunter!” I suddenly declared as the Nazis crowded around as if I was some sort of street performer. I set my rucksack down on the ground before me because that shit was heavy. Easing my sprained ankle. “The human creature.” I said, trying to sound mysterious. Mixing my act with some circus intrigue. Honestly I was grasping at straws at this point, improvising. Doing what I do best.

“Hunter?” The crowd laughed. Even some of the non-Nazi ponies stopped working to watch.

“My yes.” My gruff sounding voice grinded like rusted steel. “Would you all like to see a magic trick?” I asked as the ponies looked between each other.

“Magic trick? You aren’t efen a unicorn? Let me guess, cheap tricks? Smoke ant mirrors?” The cowardly officer asked, putting on a smug show trying to belittle me. Speaking his Nazi speal. Which was just perfect for me.

“Then you can be my trusty assistant!” I pointed a finger at him. Afterwards pointing directly at my feet. “Come here, don’t be shy.” I taunted his ego.

“Shy?! You kiddinnk me?!” The officer’s face heated up as all eyes were now on him. “You can’t be serious?!” Grumbling, he marched towards me stopping at my feet. “Vat next?” He said, sounding like he wanted to get this over with. He adjusted his glasses waiting for me to go on.

“I reached into my rucksack grabbing another handful of bullets in my hand. “Hold this.” I said gifting him my last pipe bomb.

Confused he used his magic to grab the unlit bomb. Eyeing the string cautiously.

“Vats zis for?” He asked, confused.

“A trade.” I said in a friendly tone. “A grenade for that rifle. Don’t worry it's a temporary trade. Not like I would try anything fowl. Don’t be a scaredy cat.” I taunted him playing on his ego.

His face reddened further glaring daggers at me. “I’m not scaret kat!” He huffed sticking his muzzle in the air making it look like someone shoved something up his ass. He gave me my rifle back roughly.

“Thank you, now… is everyone ready for the magic trick?!”

The crowd cheered eagerly awaiting for entertainment.

I dropped the handful of bullets on the floor as everyone’s attention drifted to the shiny brass bullets too enthralled to notice that I kept one bullet in my hand flipping the head off as a spark was created.

“Great job for holding it steady assistant!” I cheered, lighting the fuse. “Now throw it!” I opened fire in a sweeping motion.

Everyone was in shock from the sudden change of mood.

I gunnened a number of my spectators whether they were nazi horse or not. There was no time to choose targets. I dove behind a counter where ponies were surviving some porridge of sorts. A short time later the pipe bomb went off.

Several soldiers died from the explosion as the officer cowardly threw the grenade at his own soldier to get the deadly bomb away from himself.

***

Exiting from the side of the wall River Boat and her two guards were in total shock to see the carnage that was quite peaceful moments before.

The calm officer Stahelm gently closed the door. “Let my soldiers handle that. I’ll send a telegram.” Sighing he shook his head.

***

The civilians ran around like headless chickens panicking. Getting shot by the soldiers who assumed they were the intruders as not all of them knew of my ‘trick’ which was getting my rifle back. Which begged the question of where my pistol was. If that one pony had my rifle then that means he might know where my pistol is.”

They did nicely as meat shields being decoys. I would pop out from cover and fire at the unarmored soldiers first and then make my way up to the more armored enemies. Whittling down their numbers and angles of attack. Having to keep moving between cover to make myself unpredictable. Tables, pillars, and even picking up some o the armored Nazis to use as cover. Hoisting the pony up with one arm using them as a body shield.

“Put Klaus down!”

“No.” I answered back firing into the soldier that hesitated.

His companions did not repeat his mistake firing at me. I crouched behind the iron pony using him as an armored shield. Yet with my human frame so big I could not hide the whole area of my body. A stray bullet striking my armored knee pad which caused me to fall on one knee. “God damn it!” I cried out throwing the now dead pony at his friends. “Just give up!”

Forcing myself to limp to cover to stab myself with a syringe of morphine to ignore the pain in my ankle and now knee. I shivered as I felt the numbing sensation wash over me. Before declaring, “Is that all you got tiny horses?!” I taunted jumping out of cover firing at the silver armored ponies. I charged at them, making them hesitate. Being very self destructive with my unordinary style of shock and awe. My bullets deflected off their armor ricocheting off their armor hitting everywhere from the ceiling to their ally beside them. A stray bullet got one of the silver ponies in the neck causing them to hold a hoof to their neck as they fell over bleeding.

Several of my own bullets whizzed by me yet a lucky bullet managed to dig into my shoulder. I let out a war cry shoulder bashing the unicorn in the head Using their horn as leverage to flip them onto their back. Pulling out my knife I gripped his horn pushing his head back stabbing the knife into his exposed neck. Digging around as blood spurted out of the wound and onto my helmet.

Hearing running footsteps behind me I dove into a train cart to find two ponies hiding on the floor frightened from the violence outside. Looking up at me they screamed in terror hugging each other.

“Sorry, coming through!” I reloaded, storing the empty magazine in my ammo pouch. I moved to the next train cart to see two ponies ignoring the war around them as they continued to ‘do it’ on a bed like a couple of dogs.

“Oh my gosh is it in?!”

“It’s in!”

“Is it? I’m not feeling anything?”

Shaking my head I walked past them without them noticing. Opening the door and entering another train cart. This one had several children playing with blocks. Stopping what they were doing to look up at me with wide saucer like eyes.

“Hey.” I said jumping out of the last train cart and onto the track. Sneaking on the floor as I crawled.

I listened for the Nazis as they shouted in their coded language searching for me. I waited a bit for the heat to die down before striking again.

Creeping over the edge I crawled onto the station standing up behind a cement pillar. I peaked to get a visual of my enemies movements counting my enemies as I held a hand on my wounded shoulder putting pressure. I grit my teeth wondering where the ponies I came with were. Why didn’t they regroup with me? Did something happen to them? Where were they? Shouldn’t they be fighting for their station? Everyone knows you can not reason with a Nazi. In my mental rant I was too slow to realize a weapon whipping in my direction. A couple rounds struck my armored chest causing me to stumble backwards tripping over the edge of the platform, falling onto the tracks below. I grunted from the impact.

I held a hand to my chest feeling the indents of metal. I had broken a rib it seemed. I coughed trying to regain my breath.

“I zink I got him!”

“Vat do you mean I dit!”

“Just check already!” The cowardly officer exclaimed.

“Sorry sir!” I heard the sound of metal hooves coming over to the edge ready to inspect my fallen form.

I may have overestimated them… or maybe fighting a whole unit of them was foolish. Not very much of a hunter if I am now the prey.

I sat up slowly only for a bullet to punch my helmet knocking me back down onto the track. My ears rang from a concussion. My helmet had saved my life but it had rocked my shit. I felt dizzy staying down. My rifle slackened in my grip. Where was my back up? Those cowards left me! This was not part of the plan! Where was the help?!

Peeking over the edge was a stallion who held my pistol in his hooves.

Fucking-

“To think the fool wanted to hunt you.” He grumbled. “Such a weak creature.” He raised the pistol that was still modded to be a carbine. “Guess we’ll just have to deliver you to him.” With a quick motion the pistol came down.

I knocked my head aside pretending his pistol whip had knocked me out.

My everything hurt and the bonk to my head was nothing special. He must have thought it would do the trick dumbass.

To tell you the truth, playing dead was a lot harder than it looked. Feeling them poking and prodding my body, it took a lot of willpower not to move as they hoisted me up with magic making me float feeling weightless as if an angel picked me up…

*Slam* They dropped me roughly on the station floor, having removed me from the tracks.

“Sent zis zink to zee main outpost for inspection.” The highest ranking officer Stahelm said stoically while wearing his gray rain coat. “I hafe already sent zee report. Load him onto the train. Zat veapon of his… delifer it as vell. It must be a prototype from zee Red Line.”

If I wanted to survive this then I was going to have to play along. To get deeper into their home and take out their leaders. Change the leadership. Now, some might say that only someone worse takes the spot as leader, but honestly that can be a good thing and a bad thing. It was like a dice roll fate.

I myself was not a good guy to these ponies. If you were in my way you would soon find yourself dead. You had to get your hands dirty to get the job done. Or that's what I tell myself. The mission has changed, they always do.

I felt rope bind my hands and feet together.

This was going to be uncomfortable… and I may have killed a few innocent ponies who were at the wrong place at the wrong time. And I may very well die here from bleeding out or infection from untreated wounds. Or some sick twisted experiment my fate was now only in God’s hands. That's to say if he still cared after letting the world fall apart as he did. Mutating creatures to punish us for our sins.

Once more I was lifted into an angel's embrace and dropped in a cold metal train cart. The metal door squealed as it closed with the clicks and bangs of locks being moved into place.

***River Boat POV***

The three ponies were let go and returned peacefully as the Stahelm had promised, keeping his word. Perhaps not all Nazis were ‘monsters’ she thought as they began to return home with a mix of emotions.

“I can’t believe Hunter actually did that.” Chow said in disgust as the old stallion pumped the cart moving it back to their station.

“What do you mean? We should have helped.” Ale grumbled. “Maybe if you aren’t chicken.” He said in his old pony grammar.

“Chicken? Huh.” Chow scoffed. “You’re one to talk. If you were such a big stallion then why didn’t you do something? I’m sorry but your gun isn’t going to do much against them. You see how armored those boys were?” She let out a low whistle. “Fire power like none I’ve ever seen. Looted from stations from all over I bet.”

Ale frowned going quiet knowing the girl was right. He was too scared to act.

River Boat thought over what the officer had told her. That they had to either leave the metro tunnels or find a place to hide. Because when they came knocking it would not be pretty. None of them were unicorns, which was going to be a problem. They tended to only favor unicorns. And then if you were lets say… had a couple defects from the radiation you’d be put to death almost immediately not wanting your ruined genes to spread and dilute what was still healthy.

It was not just about race it was about the health of their species and the survival of a healthy race. Because mutant ponies had lots of health problems. From extra hooves, ears, eyes, it wasn’t pretty when passing through a poppers station. Stations that had either been burnt down or abandoned claimed by the mutant beggars.

Begging for bits and food. Ponies sometimes begged out of the kindness of their hearts or too get the beggars to leave them alone.

Yet when Nazis rolled through… they’d clean the place up… thoroughly.

***Bombshell POV***

Placing a record on the record player the blond mare smiled peacefully listening to the static as the music began to play. Massaging her ear drums with instruments of beauty. Longingly the mare swayed her hips like a boat gently rocking in a gentle breeze, her perfectly blonde mane bounced respectfully on top her head.

Dancing her way back to her chair where she took a seat resting her hooves, waving her hoof around like a music conductor picturing the outside world crisp and clean with the sun shining healthy above the blue sky.

She leaned back in her chair, closing her eyes as she relaxed to the music. Listening to the mare in the song sing not understanding a word she was saying, yet vibed to the music.

Picturing all the colors dancing on the land with animals coming out looking cute and cuddly playing in the fields of green with all the flowers that had all the colors of the rainbow. She sighs longingly to see a world clean without the pollutants of the world.

Slowly she began to drift off to sleep, being pulled away from reality by the music.

The music bounced off the walls of her office. In her daydreaming like trance she pictured everything in her office to be dancing and humming along to the soothing music. The pens on her desk as well as coffee cups twirled around lightly. The calendar she used for years swayed from side to side. Music notes appeared to be emitted by the record player like a visualizer of the music being produced.

Suddenly the door to her office was busted in.

Bombshell’s eyes shot open in an instant, her expression going from 0 to 100 in an instant. Her peaceful expression shifted to one of pure contained anger. “Ja, somesink kome up?” She asked as her lovely blue eyes hardened, her heart racing from being spooked from the sudden interruption. Her horn glowed as she lifted the needle from the record silencing the music.

A private wearing a standard gray uniform with matching balck boots and metal stahlhelm on his head, he saluted sticking his arm out “Fräulein Bombshell, vee hafe acquiret a shtrange kreature… you might vant to take a look. Its quite feisty.” He added with a smug smile.

“Kreature? Zee one Jäger vantet to hunt?” Bombshell asked, her expression soured.

“Maybe! I’fe nefer seen anyzink like it! You hafe to see. And no Jäger didn’t kapture zee kreature!” The private added knowing this would please his superior, and please it did.

A smile finally graced her muzzle, Bombshell got up from her chair getting curious. “Okay zen.” She followed the private to see this ‘kreature’. And if she could she was going to try and grab credit for this. Hoping for some recognition. The icing on top was that the earth pony scum named Jäger wasn’t the one to capture the exotic creature but instead it was with the might of the Aryan unicorns.