Fallout Equestria: A Pinch of Raider Influence

Being tied up wasn’t fun in the slightest. It was always annoying to get “tied up” into these kinds of situations ‘ha ha!’

Some surviving raiders, and I were lined up neatly; side by side shoulder to shoulder. There were four of us Raiders facing a knocked out Wish View, a fire pit, and last but not fucking least two of our captors.

Both were unicorns with matching dirt brown coats. They were stallions, each having a hunting rifle strapped to their backs. The duo sat behind the prone form that was Wish View, who had a bit of slobber leaking out of his mouth. The fire pit separated us raiders from the three “Civilized” pony folk.

“This is complete B.S!” A fellow raider mare beside me growled at our captors aggressively. Shaking with uncontrollable rage, vibrating in her spot; unable to lash out against them. We all had our forelegs bound together by a thick rope, that would start chafing if I moved around. So I sat still staring straight ahead, with a stoic expression. I had to be patient, one rash move and I was as good as dead.

The raider mare continued moving her lips, assaulting my ears with her banter. “You two are dead when I get free!” She cackled angrily towards our two captors. I was just glad her threats were directed towards me, that would have sucked if they were; she was annoying. Her threats were a bit empty and cliche for my taste. A subtle approach is an “almost” always good choice when getting out of a situation like this.

“Keep talking and I’ll have your tongue, raider scum!” One of the “non-raider” stallions barked, using his horn to levitate his gun off of his back. Pointing the barrel right between her eyes. The Wasteland green colored mare went cross-eyed, examining the barrel. ‘If you threaten her tongue. . . why pull out the rifle? Shouldn’t it be a like. . . oh, I don’t know. . . a knife? Maybe some pliers?’

Before he could splatter her lovely brain matter, his calm rational friend spoke up. “Hey come on now,” He put a comforting hoof on his friend’s shoulder. “We don’t kill, somepony who isn’t armed. . . that would just be murder. . . and you don’t want to be a murder. Please, Subject this isn’t right.” He spoke in a soft level voice shaking his head.

As if to challenge, the trigger-happy stallion, the Wasteland green colored mare beside me spoke up. “Ooohhh, I get it!” She chuckled humorlessly, looking straight into the blood boiling stallion’s eyes. I knew what she was trying to do. I knew what she was trying to do, she was trying to get inside his head. But the reason on “why” was unclear to me. Us “Raiders” aren’t all dumb, that is just merely a stereotype. “You two are gay lovers!” She cackled loudly; only to have a bullet shoot through her skull, blood leaking out of her new hole in her head. She fell backward with a thud. A puddle of blood began to form behind her head.

My ears slammed back against my head, Leaving my right ear ringing. ‘Fucker gave me a concussion!’ Brain damage uses up more magic to heal, you know! ‘You Fucking TWAT!’ But then again, my mind was already fucked, to begin with. . . I’ve seen some shit. . .

Subject, the now murder blinked with a look of shock washing over his features. “Subject, what have you done!?” His friend cried out in shock. His hunting rifle shook in place, before he lost all of his concentration having the gun fall, clattering loudly against the dirt.

His mouth opened and closed repeatedly. “I-I-I,” Subject stuttered out. “Shit-shit-shit! I can’t believe I did that!” Subject blurted sounding scared for some reason, that I had no clue to as why. His friend put a hoof on his shoulder, but Subject slapped his hoof away. “Fuck off! I’m good!” He lied, we all knew he did. Because he wasn’t “good” in the slightest. His “good” friend looked generally concerned for him. They both began to argue saying, what I would consider cringe-worthy material. The two raiders and I tuned their boring moral conversation. Besides. . . who needs morals anymore? Am I right?

After a while of sitting on my tush, I started to lean forward, zoning in and out of consciousness. Just like how I would in school. The good old days, staying up late playing video games. Not giving a shit about what I said, having little to no responsibility all. . . The good old time of my youth. . . being young and free to do whatever whenever I wanted too. . .

“HOLY SHIT! WHAT THE HELL IS THAT!” I jumped in surprise, from the sudden outburst. Sitting straight up, I blinked my eyes trying to get the sleep out of my eyes. I quickly turned my head, left to right alarmed.

Seeing how everyone was looking up, I looked up as well. Something had fallen through the mysterious cloud cover. It was late at night now. The only reason why we could see the object is that, the object was sparking with electricity. And the crazy part was that it was heading straight for a MOUNTAIN!!!

Just as it was about to collide with the mountain. The object lit up for a brief moment, changing its trajectory. Just barely missing the dirt green colored mountain. The electrified object went down a slope full of trees, crashing down with a loud screech; when the unknown object skid on the ground until it came to a gradual stop. It was funny in a way. . . it kind of reminded me of me, getting my first taste of the Wasteland.

***16 Years Earlier***

Falling through the soft plush cloud cover "FUUUUCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!" I screamed loudly falling to my not so sudden demise.

***Memory Over***

My memory was fuzzy, and I wasn't even sure if most of that even happened. It just sort of. . . popped up in my head.

"Subject, I say we search that fallen object! Maybe the darn Enclave dropped something valuable!"

'Life doesn't last long here in the Wasteland. . . one minute you're alive. . . and the next second you're dead.'

*****

A raider to my left begins squirming, trying to get free to escape. I laughed at his futile struggle. He just didn’t know when to give up or had patients like me.

"Hey!" the stallion named Subject barked, at the raider smacking him with the butt of his hunting rifle. Dazing the raider with a bit of blood flying from his mouth.

‘You’re one of us. . . killer. . .’ I thought snorting in laughter getting a dark harsh glare from Subject "You too stupid raider!" He snapped at me, but the raider he smacked growled at him menacingly. "We murders gotta stick together!" I chirped enthusiastically making Subject’s rifle start to shake in his levitation. He has morals like the, so-called "good guys" it makes me laugh!

"Subject come on, bring the prisoners along, we shouldn't stay here for too long." Subject’s friend said urgently. “Besides we don’t know when the Enclave might send out a search party to reclaim their stuff.” He said rather urgently, it only made me smile more. I really wanted to see what cool loot that electrified rock disk thing must have!

Our two captors worked together to change our binds that were holding our forelegs against our back tied, to now having our forelegs tied in front of us. So, now basically we had to hobble around. Not lucky enough be chained up by a slaver. Who at least gave us more mobility when chained with the con being the weight, that would be holding us, weak folks, down. Which wouldn’t have been good for me. Oh, and not to mention the explosive slave collars.

The raider to my left growled at both, Subject and his friend. Like a feral dog not liking to get poked by a hunting rifle. They quickly ushered the three of us raiders, to the crash site. "Just put me down. This stinks." The new raider to my right said with a bored expression only to get yelled at. Leaving the dead wasteland green colored mare that Subject killed earlier behind, but not before giving her a parting gift.

"Bye dead gal." I chirped slapping her dead flank with my tail. We walked to the closer to the crash site that took us about an hour long trek. It would have been faster for me if I would have flown, but I was currently tied up into my predicament, no pun intended. . . yeah, it was fucking intended. Seeing trees torn to shreds where the object had crashed.

"What in the world is happening?" Subject's friend 'let's just call him Delta' Delta said in awe, seeing streaks of fire where the object had burned through. The streaks of fire kinda reminded me of “Back to the future”. The dead Wasteland trees that were now splinters of charred wood. With some still burning from the friction or something.

I wasn’t a scientist with a real degree because my periodic table was not widely known. . . it was full of idiocy. I made it work mostly by trial and error to make my own. . . The reason being. . . that I couldn’t seem to learn much from my old teachings. So I started my own equations that I sort of remembered from my school days. . . that I didn’t really fully understand, scraping most of it. Then restarting from scratch finding out my own way to calculate, to calibrate my abilities. I was my own scientist, my own person, my own. . .GOD. . .

I looked around excitedly seeing the destruction, eyes sparkling enthusiastically. 'Space Blaster here I come!' I mentally cheered. We could now all see the object, that was in fact not a rock. . . but a spaceship. . . well, it looked like one anyway. The back even had glowing lights like a mini DJ booth. It kind of also reminded me of- there was a loud hiss like sound. A bright blue light came from the object that crashed that looked like a- Delta turned into a pile of bright glowing blue goop.

I stopped dropped and rolled behind a boulder. The other raider that seemed a bit normal dropped into a prone, but instead of hiding, he stayed out in the open. While we both hid, the feral one that acted like a dog with all his growling stood before Subject. Growling menacingly towards him getting low bearing his teeth, that were yellowed and dirty, some food was even stuck to his teeth! One bite from him and your wound would be severely infected.

"What do you want!?" Subject screamed starting to hyperventilate seeing his friend die before his eyes. He seemed to snap grabbing the feral raider roughly by the neck with his magic, shoving the growling raider to the ground. Having his face slap the floor bruising his cheek. "I could kill you right here, right now!" Subject yelled kicking the dog like raider in the gut knocking his wind out.

I looked up over my boulder that I was currently using as makeshift cover to see what was happening being curious as always. Though my curiosity always got me into rewarding and troublesome places. "Shit what kind of thing is that!?" the prone raider shouted seeing the spacecraft start to leak a strange thick yellow fluid. That what I would assume was its fuel source. With the disk-shaped object continued to shoot out flashes of blue light that had hit Delta. The blue light’s looked to be the engines misfiring busted horribly from the crash, I think. I watched with giant pupils having puppy dog eyes, huge in curiosity.

The feral raider showed his sharp teeth making Subject scared. Subject took an involuntary step back. Only for the savage to jump up like a scary jumpscare mauling his face. Subject screamed dropping his hunting rifle to the floor with a metallic clatter, rolling around punching the raider fruitlessly trying to shake him off desperately crying out for help. Who wouldn’t?

Finally, the strange disk shaped object stopped its light show, emitting a low steady hum. Then what sounded like music, that was being played by a violin. "I wonder if it's a spaceship!" I cheered thinking about the endless possibilities really wanting an alien gun to go with my gun collection. The spacecraft was like an addicting loot box.

"It looks like Enclave to me!" the other raider shouted back, while us two raiders ignored the stallion getting attacked. He wronged us by tying us up and calling us “scum”, we were don’t get me wrong. . . but that was just disrespectful , especially from a hypocrite; such as himself. He killed that Wasteland green colored mare, who was, in fact, defenseless; in cold blood.

Like if I and the other raider were having a casual debate "You know what. . . let's crack this nut!" I declared wanting to find a way inside. I was practically bouncing in excitement. "Let's see what's behind door number one!” I cheered, rushing out of cover to the strange craft of sorts quickly falling on my face. Forgetting that my front hooves were bound together tightly.

Pain soared through my face as I did a small roll. Now on my back with my hooves sticking up into the air. I went cross-eyed, seeing the blood dripping out my muzzle. I grimaced in pain licking some of the blood with my tongue prodding my nose with it.

While I was occupied licking up my own blood, Subject continued to scream having his face destroyed, by the feral raider. "Off, off! You savage freak!" the stallion squealed like a filly punching the raider who only sank his teeth deeper. Me and the other raider paid no mind, focused on our own devices.

The more civilized raider started sawing his rope binds with a sharp rock, that he held tightly in his mouth moving his head in a sawing motion. I sat up with my still bleeding nose. "Fuck. . ." I groaned hobbling over to the supposed "alien spacecraft". But, only less enthusiastic this time. Now having my nose bleeding wasn’t very fun. . .

Getting close enough to the U.F.O which was an acronym for “Unidentified.Flying.Object”. It was funny how cliche and stereotypical the ship looked being disk shaped and all. The only thing I got wrong when assuming an alien spacecraft or Enclave, was when I noticed the charred black ship was actually supposed to be “white”. From my view of the bottom, only the bottom and the sides were black. The top still had a bit of white left. Though it was dirty now, because of the rough landing it had just been in.

After I was done inspecting the ship, I turned my head back with my eyes still glued to the “killer ship”. That killed one of our captors. I was quite grateful actually, as a matter of fact, it was as if someone was looking out for me. "Are you done fucking up his face sweety?" I called over my shoulder to the bloodthirsty raider. Not getting a response I turned fully to see a chunk of Subject’s face hanging out of the crazy raider’s mouth standing over the dead stallion. Who he skinned with his teeth. It was a very disturbing image that was going to take awhile to get out of my head. . . "Erm… okay then. . . do you mind eating my binds?" I asked politely looking down poking my muzzle against the binds that held my forelegs tightly together, trying to get him to get the hint. "Our chewing through them? You know. . . because rope might not taste so good." I continued with a sheepish smile, I really didn’t want to be eaten right now. "I seem to lack the proper necessities that you possess right now." I licked my nervous dry lips cautiously beginning to spread my wings, only too feel something tight holding my wings in place. Looking back, I saw my wings bound together with a rope as well. ‘I forgot it seems. . .’

Before anything could escalate between me and crazy raider. The more civilized raider interjected: "Just use a rock, you idiot." After his insulting comment, I scoffed loudly pissed off. I was disgusted at his disrespectfulness, more than the raider with a face hanging out of his mouth. Which was ironic.

"Eell, ecuse m~e fer nut wanhing toousea stuhid rock!" He said with a rock in his mouth. I only growled at him which sounded stupid compared to the feral raider’s growl. I didn’t want a dirty rock in my mouth! You never know where it has been! I looked back over at the "savage" giving him pleading puppy dog eyes with my bottom lip quivering in a hopeless gesture. Having someone else do it would be easier than doing it myself, that was for certain.

But the civilized asshole had to cut in. . . again. . . "Leafe her be’, to her do if herfelf. Wf shoulfv reafy be’ helfing her. Befidef, fhe'f nof frrm rur band of raiders." He said shaking his head spitting out the rock. "She's probably an Enclave scout." He spat in disgust glaring at my wings.

"I don't think he understands anyway." I rolled my eyes at him talking to an idiot raider. Turning my head back to face the idiot raider in question, as if he could read my mind. The crazy raider pinned me against the charred ship growling in my face. With bits of saliva raining onto my face. His own binds were thrust in my face. Tilting my head in confusion I looked up at him then back at the binds. "You want me. . . to chew through it?" I asked him with a raised brow giving him a confused look. "Like biting. . . the rope?" I asked him for confirmation as he glared down at me, making me start to sweat bullets.

The other raider just stood off the side, blinking at our exchange taking place. The savage raider stared deeply into my blue eyes. My mouth began to quiver in fear, my brain screaming at me to get chewing! I started to chew the binds in trepidation.I chewed on the binds like an eager mouse trying to escape a trap. Tearing through the binds at record time. Having the rope drop to the floor with a soft.

*thud*

The savage raider roared loudly upon being free, letting me go. Which scared the crap out of me. I was low on magic, and now this! But, I laughed mentally at how ridiculous it looked. Seeing the stallion roar like a lion.

"Hey enough fooling around! And let's loot the two dead idiots and that weird saucer thingie!" The other raider called out to both of me and Savage.

"Free me Mr.Savage please!" I begged the crazy raider only for him to take another lunge at me. I shut my eyes closed squeaking loudly, feeling my binds fall. I opened one eye looking down to see my binds clean cut through, as if someone used, some magic giant scissors to do so. I stared down in amazement at such swiftness. . . such power. . . ‘I wish I was that strong.’ Doing this kind of damage without any magic at all. . . "Thank you kindly!" I cheered patting him on the head, like if he was my dog.

After that, all of us moved over to examine the strange liquid, that the crashed craft was currently leaking. Being a Scientist!: without a degree. . . I pulled out some test vials and test tubes out from my mane like a magician. Carefully collecting the strange glowing yellow liquid. That didn’t irradiate me in the slightest surprisingly enough. I was going to study it later when I had some time to rest. Without having impending doom looming over my head.

I started knocking on the metal wall urgently calling out loudly, "Is anyone fucking home!?" Pressing my ear against the metal wall hearing nothing in response. "Huh, maybe their dea-" I was caught completely off guard when I was lifted up squawking like a surprised bird flapping my wings in a panicked frenzy. The door made an audible hiss whilefresh airexited the strange craft. Making me and the other raiders crazy, trying to desperately suck in such pure air that was quickly tainted by the Wasteland’s own air. Making us all frown in disappointment.

I lowered my head down below the hatch, that I was standing upon. Perched on top the like if it was a bird post. Standing upon the lifted hatch of the ship. I peeked down into the hatch, peering deeply into the eerie darkness, seeing nothing. Looking down at my pip-fuck checking my E.I. which was again. . . “Enemy. Indicator.” Seeing that there was one friendly rectangular blue bar inside the ship, or my E.I. might have been picking up something under or over the ship. This stupid thing didn’t distinguish between floors. Making me cautious whenever seeing a any bar on my E.I.

"We’ve got ourselves a Frenchy!" Joking for my own happiness because clearly no one got it. I hated it when that happened. It just made things awkward in public, but with raiders, it was like talking to your huge crazy family. You hate your brothers and sisters for something so trivial. . . but after a while of being split apart. You gradually come back together as a family. Maybe even laughing over it, as something silly. But no matter what you will always love them. They can hurt you, just like how you can hurt them.

"What?" The mostly civil raider stallion gawked at me confused.

I did an awkward dip forward, falling off the hatch doing a complete circle vertical 360 flip. Successfully landing on all four hooves with a dumbfounded expression on my face. Shaking my head from my stupor, I did a slow 180. Peering into the darkness of the alien spacecraft, with the civilized raider right beside me "So. . . what do we got?" I asked him with a tilt of my head.

"A dog, a dumb blonde, and a stallion with 2 hunting rifles," he listed off with a straight face.

"I could also go on, and on about how much you’re lacking," I snapped smacking his face with my tail, leaving a red mark on his cheek. He rubbed his abused cheek, while I went down into the hatch before he could retort. Or, hit me back. The inside was completely dark, well it would have been if I didn’t use my pip-fucks light, to see the interior of the small ship. The only room is. . . uh. . . I really don’t watch Si-Fi movies to know. . . you know because of the war pretty much fucked everything up. The sparking control panels lit up small parts of the ship. Lines of circuitry hung in front of the master control panel that was damaged during the crash. Well, that's what I assumed anyway.

Seeing about five chairs in total. Two chairs facing the left wall with smaller control panels, and two chairs facing the right wall that had control panels as well. Except that one glass screen was still intact. And last there was what I would think would be the pilot’s seat, that was situated right in front of a giant windshield. Or would it be a space shield? The master control panel that was situated in front of the pilot’s chair or captain, was now a smoldering wreckage. "Interesting. . ."

Out of nowhere 'like most of my life', I mused quietly to myself. Getting grabbed in a choke hold
gaging in surprise, my eyes widening prompting me to buck wildly. The feeling of soft fingers wrapping around my throat sent shivers down my spine. Prompting me to flap my wings recklessly like a surprised bird, slapping my attacker with my wings who reluctantly let me go.

Flying up once set free, only to slam my head into the ceiling knocking myself on the head. Making a wailing cry, like an old world war II plane that was going down. Crashing to the floor with a sickening thud. Groaning while I stayed down dazed, feeling warm liquid drip down my forehead. My vision was blurry disorientated from the bump to the head and my nasty fall.

The savage raider carried me by the scruff with his mouth, tossing me out roughly. I rolled around like a rag doll.

"What the fuck are you things!?" Someone that I couldn’t currently see cried out, firing out the hatch as the civilized raider dove out the way. But not fast enough, having his tail turned into a blue pile of goop.

"My tail!" The raider exclaimed holding a hunting rifle oddly in his mouth firing back into the ship hearing a startled yelp in pain. Another blue concentrated haze of blue energy was sent flying through the air in his direction. Hitting him successfully on the face, turning him into a neat blue pile of goop.

I looked around not really all there, still very much dazed, "Wha? What's happening?" I asked as little yellow birds appeared above my head circling around, as my eyes rolled around having trouble focusing on the trouble at hoof.

"You little monsters can speak as well!?" The owner of the ship cried out from within. The crazy psychotic raider growled charging into the ship, letting out a feral cry for blood.

"Hey get off! I heard from inside the ship, shaking my head stood back up on all four. I guess that was the killer pilot, who has killed one our captors and one of us murdering raiders. "I'm sorry alright!" He shouted while I heard the feral raider gagging being choked out. "Truce? Do you even know what that means!? Because, truce!"

Shaking my head, now being able to see clearly. "What the buck? Doggie stop! It's a friend!" I called out to the savage pony not really knowing his name. Not taking a second thought I tackled the savage, hugging him tightly burying my face into his neck. Just in case he tried biting my face off.

The bipedal humanoid figure cried out in pain, rolling on the floor touching it’s bloodied face.

"Doggie are we good!? I'm sorry if I hurt you! But we can't bite everyone! Even if he killed most of us!" I spoke sternly as if scolding a child, nuzzling him trying to defuse any anger, if he had any. "Are you mad Face Eater?" I asked cautiously with a hint of nervousness in my voice.

The bipedal creature stood on two legs. Slowly retrieved his gun pointing it towards the both of us while he sat on his ass leaning back against a white wall. He wore a white jumpsuit that was caked with red. So much, in fact, I might have mistaken it for Kool-Aid. He had the palest skin I had ever seen, having a clean-cut mane. But I knew for certain that it was hair, he wasn’t a pony after all.

"Doggie?" he said dropping his gun at his side with a metallic clatter, his hand spasming at his side. "Why is Home still inhabited? I. . . I just can’t believe I’m actually here. . .” He spoke in heavy labored breaths, with his chest rising up and down wheezing softly. Taking me surprise how I didn’t notice it sooner. "This place really shouldn't be here any longer on the map." He spoke with a weak smile.

I was only guessing that it was a “HE” because of the deep voice. . . well deep as in you know. . . amalesounding voice.

"What the hell are you even doing here!? All life should be have been wiped out by now.” He stated pulling out a three-inch needle, from a white square box beside him. Stabbing himself in the leg with it, gritting his clean white teeth. Judging by his dental work, this boy was an omnivore. With his canine teeth and the flat once in the back, that I had observed when he relaxed opening his mouth back up, Gulping in heavy amounts of air.

“Now. . . I think. . .” The human began relaxing with his back still pressed against the wall. We all sat in his ship awkwardly, while he let out a nasty cough. Some blood leaking out the corners of his mouth, with his face littered with bite marks that came from my “acquaintance”. Looking down to his stomach I could see his once white jumpsuit was soaked with blood. “What never seen blood before?” The bleeding bipedal creature asked me curiously.

This was definitely not the first time I saw blood, as a matter of fact. “No, no, I’ve seen blood,” I said pointing over to the savage raider who was sitting beside me, who had a great amount of blood dripping off his cracked lips. The crazy just gave the bloodied figure a hostile glare. “It’s just that. . . I haven’t seen a human before. . . it's just tha-.” I was cut off when he cut in.

Seeming to have found strength out of nowhere, he waved his hands frantically in front of himself. “Now just wait a minute! How do you know about humans!?” He blurted out now on his feet surprising me, prompting me to take a cautious move; now standing as well. The psycho raider beside me started growling back the creature, that I knew was human for sure.

I raised a hoof at the human, waggling it in front of him. “Hey, I’m the one asking the questions here!” I shot aggressively at him shutting him up, even seeing him lose his strength at my hostile tone. He fell back down to the floor, landing on his ass; sitting down. Groaning in pain placing both hands on his stomach. Trying to nurse his open wound, that was mighty big, mind you. “And you look. . . FUCKED!” loudly blurting out with a wide smile that could even rival Pinkie Pie’s own smile, giggling like an idiot. “Human’s might not be naive, but we’re just as stupid!” Joking hoping that he would get it, but I just got a flabbergasted look from him. “Oh. . . right. . . anyways!” Chuckling trying to steer the conversation in a whole new direction. I plopped back down, sitting down on the metal floor. “I’m,”

I pressed a hoof against my chest that swelled up with pride. “Radiant Shine!” I sat up straighter throwing my wings open, to show them in all their feathery white glory. Looking to be dirtied by the Wasteland. “The Pegasus “GOD” of all raiders!” I screamed out forcing both “savage” the raider and the human to cover their ears. (Let’s just call the crazy pony “Savage”) Savage whimpered like a dog, while the human gritted his teeth. They both worn pained expressions, only boosting my raider ego. I was in charge of this situation.

“Was that really necessary!?” The human growled at me, but not as primal as Savage. After a minute of picking at his ear with a finger, he introduced himself, “I’m, Apollo the. . .” he paused. “The human. . . uh. . .” He stopped thinking rubbing his head his labored breathing going back to normal. “Engineer, because I fix stuff.” He said plainly making me “humph” in annoyance.

I really wanted to learn more about my alien brethren, my eyes were as practically big as saucers. “S-s-so d-do you-u have any spare space blasters!?” I asked him getting in his face like a kid at a candy store. “Because I really want one!” I gushed plopping my rump down vibrating in front of him, it was hard to contain my excitement.

The human gave me a stupefied look, he then grimaced uncomfortably saying: “Look I’d be more than happy to answer some questions, but currently. . . I. . . seem. . . to be dying. . .” He dragged his words, starting to slur.

That snapped me out of my collecting induced mind. My face now turned into one of urgency, quickly checking the white square shaped box beside him. The lid was already broken off, rummaging through it was a piece of cake; or so I thought. Searching for anything that looked familiar, let’s be honest I’m not a doctor. All I know is to put pressure on a wound, and that should stop the bleeding kind of thing. For fuck's sake! I wasn’t even a *real* scientist! I was just a raider with a naive imaginative dream.

There were needles in plastic baggies varying in sizes and names. Something caught my attention that I genuinely surprised to see, it was biofoam, but if you want to get technical its biomedical foam. Now you’re probably wondering how I “knew” what it was. Well, the writing was exactly the same as pony writing. This foam could save him for now until I got him a proper doctor. ‘Si-Fi, movies do save lives!’ Now only, assuming this was what I thought it was. . .’ how knows maybe biofoam meant cell destruction or something

Aforementioned biofoam was stored in an oval-shaped air compressed metal canister, placing it on his lap. Thinking fast I reaching into my mane, digging around until feeling a handle that belonged to a kitchen knife. Pulling it out, getting to work cutting open his shirt. Currently, I did not have any scissors like some doctors, so this was the best I could do at the moment.

‘Now to examine the wound. . .’ biting my lip while I accessed the damage, it didn’t look too good. He had a large piece of metal sticking out of him, and if me and Savage were to pull it out. He would surely die. To keep him alive a bit longer, I injected the small nozzle against his disgusting wound. Pulling of the stainless steel ring pin, so that I could squeeze the trigger with my mouth. The canister looked like a miniature fire extinguisher, minus the red look. Replaced with its natural metallic color. His wound was so big in fact; that I had to use two biofoam canisters.

Having him stabilized I looted the rest of the ship. Finding a couple of unscathed large backpacks, that glowed blue like a Bluetooth speaker. So I took a couple, looking like a couple of mattresses were stacked on top my back. Surprisingly enough the bags didn’t seem to weigh a thing. But, what really made me wet. . . was when I found his alien guns. . . I squeed with sparkling eyes snatching them up happily shoving them into my “new” bags, and a few in my mane. Loot hoarding everything from his ship, I didn’t want to come back here. Just as I was reaching for a bag of food with my mouth, in its strange white packaging; a feminine monotone voice spoke.

“NO! T-t-this. Can’t. Happen-n-n-n-n!” She sounded like a broken record player. I turned to see a waveform moving in sync with the voice. “He’s s-s-su-uu- posed to die!” The computer growled angrily.

I only blinked looking facing the small screen, trotting closer to get a better look. “Are you talking about the human?” I asked meekly not suspecting a voice to be speaking. Savage stood beside me growling at the small screen.

The voice turned hostile towards me making me smile giddily. “YOU. FOOL. HE-E-E. . . T-T-TRADER!” I burst out laughing at its blunder saying “trader” instead of “traitor”. “I will kill you!” The voice screamed, the waveform waving crazily in scribbles. Smiling dumbly I pulled out a cord from my pip-buck, that I just loved to call it pip-fuck. “WHAT ARE YOU. NO!” The voice turned into hysterical screaming.

My pip-fuck bleeped, looking down to the screen I read the text that now appeared: Download Complete. I smirked pulling the cord from out of the computer. Savage tilted his head confused, just like a dog when they didn’t understand something. Petting his head I giggled, “We have a new friend! Now carry that guy.” I said pointing a hoof towards the human who had his back against the wall unconscious.