Fallout:Equestria-Reckless

As I stood there in the middle of the town, unable to move as I watch my little sister dragged off by the mercenaries, I open my mouth to yell at the mercs but no sound came. I then heard the sound of hoof steps behind me, my heart began to race as they got louder.

“Blossom,” a growling voice called my name as the hoof steps stopped turning my head slightly I could make out Sparkler’s silver coat. It was spattered with her blood, and ridden with holes. “You did this,” she groaned before tackling me to the ground.

“I swear, I-" she bit a chunk out of my face, and I screamed shoving her off of me. I backed up away from the Zombie pony , and tripped over Cherry. “You killed us Blossom,” her corpse groaned.

“No,” I screamed, and turned to gallop only to run into Cheesecake.

“My children are gone because of you,” she wailed before throwing a kick at me. I fell, and saw the cream yellow unicorn filly with the red mane. Her stump oozed blood as she cried, and I backed away as the whole town closed in on me.

“No! Please! It’s not my fault,” I screamed, as I jolted awake in a hospital bed and began to sob as I went limp and fell back down in the bed. “Cherry,” I cried. “Cherry,” I cried again as I sobbed. I cried and cried until I was being hugged by cold steel.

“Sh sh sh, it’s ok sugarcube,” I hear a metallic female voice with a heavy southern accent say to me, turning slowly I saw a metal pony with bright green eyes and dark grey metal plating looking at me and I did what most ponies would do in a situation like this I scream and shove the Robo-pony away.

“Stay back you metal monstrosity,” I yell out of fear not thinking straight and fell out of the bed in the process.

“Hey easy now firecracker,” the Robot said raising her hooves defensively. “I ain’t gonna hurt ya,” She said calmly as she stepped away.

“Then what were you doing to me,” I shouted accusingly with an angry look on my face

“I was trying to comfort you because you were crying,” she said sheepishly before she held out her hoof, “I’m Bio Jacker 6-9,” she introduced herself.

“Well I’m Radiant Blossom,” I say as I reluctantly shook her hoof. “Do you know where I am?” I ask looking at the clean room I was in

“You're in a hospital in Manehattan,” Bio answered before adding. “I didn't catch your sniper friend before they ran off, but I did have a run in with that titan.”

“Titan?” I asked curious to find out what it was.

“It’s-" she started but was interrupted by the doctor stepping in

“Jacker, we need to talk. Alone.” she told the Metal Mare

“Ah'll be right back sugarcube,” she said before following the doctor out into the hall and closing the door. I listened, but heard nothing through the thick door. I began to wonder where my gear was when the metal mare stepped in. “Sorry ‘bout that, I just needed to handle some business,” she explained fidgeting with the dusty stetson on her head.

“What happened in your town, no matter what happens, needs to stay between us. There are some bad ponies, who wouldn't want you to survive something like that, and may kill you if they find out, okay,” she said firmly.

“Understood,” I said confused but I knew those mercs are out there and I don’t want to draw too much attention to myself just yet.

“Good, now let’s get you outta bed, you've been there for a week,” she said

“A week,” I shouted in surprise

“ah’m afraid so,” she said as she sat me up, and helped me out of bed.

“Fuck. I need a drink,” I said, choking back tears.

“There's a place down the street called Dawn of Hope, we’ll go there, but for now, we gotta go now,” she said quietly looking at the door..

“Why,” I asked as she helped me limp to the door.

She propped me against the wall, and I felt too weak to stand, so I slid to the floor as she tried to open the locked door.

“Shit,” she cursed under her breath, and raised her left hoof to the lock followed by a muffled shot and the sound to the lock breaking..

She then hoisted me onto her back, and charged out of the door, and through a pair of the red helmet wearing mercenaries. I saw a black riot armored pony poke his head, and riot shotgun, out from the door, and shot both ponies before nodding at us, and leading us down a fire escape. He was shot through an open door, but Jacker kept running downstairs.

We flew through the exit, and blended with the crowd (even though jacker sticks out like a sore hoof) and made our way to the pub.

“What the fuck was that,” I hissed angrily at the android.

We walked in, and she set me on a chair at a table by the stage. “That, was a shit show,” she answered while laughing to herself.

The pianist played an old piece from Chopin, and looked familiar in his old NCR style riot gear and navy blue overcoat, and I knew the filly with the stump left foreleg sleeping on the piano was one of the Cake kids, Sweetie Cake. I looked back to Jacker, “That filly, I know her.”

The buck, in riot armor, playing was using a strange yellow aura from his right foreleg to press keys somehow, while his left was cybernetic, and he put the sleeping filly on his back when he took his leave. I forced myself up, and Jacker looked at me in astonishment, and asked, “What're you doing Blossom?”

“That creep has a kid that's not his,” I said as I took one step, then another. I walked up to the bar, where the buck sat holding the filly to his back with his wings. He had removed his helmet to reveal his navy blue fur and spiked black mane. He had sad blue eyes and sipped a glass of bourbon.

“What do you need ma’am,” he said in a smooth Coltifornia drol.

“That's not your kid,” his eyes widened as he looked at me. He slowly grabbed the saxophone case under his wing, and stammered, “I gotta go,” and put on his helmet before booking it to the door..Only to run into Jacker who stopped the stallion.

“Is it true what she said about that filly not being your’s?” She asked her tone was serious.

He put his helmet on with a sigh and seethed, “I found her crying beside the fresh grave that was her town, unable to stand, so I decided to help her get to the crusaders and recover from her amputation. I’m not gonna let you Red Star bastards stop me!”

There was a yawn as the filly straightened and asked in disbelief, “Ms. Blossom?”

She wriggled onto her stomach, and turned on the bucks back to face me, and he held her with a wing so she wouldn't fall. “You're alive,” she squealed. She lost her balance, but the buck turned quickly, and caught her, inches from the ground. He set her down, and she crawled to me and hugged my foreleg.

“Who are you?” I ask the buck as I lifted the little filly with my magic.

“Who are you?” He asked back.

“I asked you first,” I said starting to get irritated.

“Hm, that usually works in comic books,” he thought aloud.

“He’s drunk,” Jacker said rolling her eyes.

“Come with us,” she said as he picked Sweetie from my magical grasp, and set her on his back.

“Mr. Cardshuffle, when am I gonna get my new leg,” she asked the strange stallion.

“I still gotta find parts kid,” he answered the little filly.

“Cardshuffle eh,” I say in a smug tone finally getting the stallions name.

“Foiled again,” he said as his head drooped.

We stepped outside, and began to walk to the alley before he shot a bolt of electricity at Jacker, and took off into the air in the blink of an eye, and disappeared above the cloud layer.

“Son of a bitch,” I yelled stamping my hoof on the ground.

“Ow,” Jacker said mockingly almost unfazed by the jolt.

“You ok,” I asked.

“Yeah ah’m fine,” she said before a passing mare in similar armor, but with a red cross on the helmet she wore, giggled at us.

“Reshuffle has always been a good flier, but damn, that flight training paid off if you two lost him that quickly,” she said with a grin.

“and you are,” I asked with an angry tone before her bubbly demeanor disappeared.

“You're not gonna hurt me, are you,” she asked in fear.

“What do you take us for, monsters,” Jacker asked jokingly as she cut me off to stop me from saying what I wanted to..

“I’m Aerial and I was a combat medic for the Horsigan Royal Air Force. I worked with Reshuffle, and know that you’ll find him at the Wrenchturn workshop across town to the east by the port,” she said before leaving us.

“Follow me. You have bigger things to worry about,” Jacker ordered before leading me into the alley, and withdrawing a bag from under the dumpster.

I opened it and squealed with glee as I withdrew my coat and Sparkler’s 9mm, I was happy I had it back since Sparkler wouldn’t want a merc to have it. I quickly put on my coat, put on my holster before holstering the gun and shoved the extra magazines into my coat pockets. Checking the pockets to see if my other gear was still present. I found a few empty bullet casings, some revolver rounds, a small knife, and the small bag of ‘gum’.

“Where did you get that?” Jacker asked gesturing to the ‘Gum’.

“I made it,” I answered looking at the robotic mare. “Why do you ask?” I asked Bio Jacker.

“What you have there is a chem,” she said with conviction.

“No it isn't, it's just gum,” I shot back.

“Sugar, I know what Bulk is, and that's exactly what it is,” she said with a deadpan expression.

“Come on, let's go,” she said before leading me down the street, and towards route 3 to No Zera.

We walked the cracked pavement through overpasses, and cross streets before leaving town and entering the old road past the toll booths that the remnants used as a camp.

Jacker caught me staring, and said, “Soldiers of the old Kingdom, and one of the people’s last hope. They call em Wendigo Soldiers,” and we watched as they went along, aimless.

“Tell me about yourself Jacker,” I said, causing her to stammer sheepishly before pointing to a caravan.

“We can get supplies here,” she said quickly.

“Ok,” I said.

The caravan was set up on an old bus stop, and had everything from guns to comic books. I saw a lever action repeater rifle with redwood grips, a hybrid scope, and gold engraved on the black gun.

“You should get a gun with better range, so here's five hundred caps,” Jacker said as she hoofed me a bag of caps.

I walked up to the old buck, and asked, “How much for the rifle?”

“I’ll give it to you for four hundred caps,” the brown buck said with a bored look on his face.

I hoofed him the caps, bought seven rounds of .357 ammo, as well as some 9mm ammo, and we were off after I slid the gun over my shoulder.

The gnarled trees beside the road almost looked like they were making faces, and occasionally a big cargo truck with supplies or Revolutionaries and Wendigo would pass.

“Tell me about yourself Blossom,” Jacker said suddenly.

“There’s not much to tell,” I answered.

“I grew up in No Zera. I’m educated, and a really good sniper, and combatant,” I said in annoyance.

“Did you have friends,” she asked as we followed the curved road lined with the gnarled trees.

“I was friends with Sparky for as long as I can remember, and she’s always been my side kick. I was friends with the cakes, and even my sister's goofy buck,” I said as tears began to form in my eyes.

It was breezy, and warm, but it was cloudy, and I thought it was gonna rain as we walked along.

“I wish you caught that sniper,” I seethed with hot tears.

“Why,” Jacker asked.

I broke down and cried. I cried until I didn't have a tear left, then I cried some more. I cried even as Jacker hugged me, and rain fell. I felt weak and broken, like a child after losing their dog, but this was worse. I felt empty and alone. I sobbed and cried out for my mom. I cried out for Sparky. I cried out for Cherry. I wanted to go home and have everything be fine again, and that’s all I could do. Want. So I cried as a music box of the same song in the bar played. I cried until there was a click from a slide being pulled back.

Chopin Nocturne Op. 9 No. 2

“Give us your guns and your caps,” the first buck shouted.

There were three of em in dusters, bandoleers, cow pony hats, and they carried shotguns.

“Highway ponies,” Jacker said annoyed placing her black metal hoof to her face.

“Oh, and we’ll take your robot to,” the second added gesturing to Jacker.

“I don’t have time for this shit,” I said annoyed and quicker than the three bandits could react, I drew Sparky and quickly put a round between each of their eyes in the blink of an eye as angry tears flowed.

When we finally got moving again, we walked quietly.

“Do you want to talk about it,” Jacker asked.

“No, it's fine,” she said.

“Hun, I’ve been through a lot of stuff, and met a lot of people. You're not fine. I I just want you to know that you can talk to me,” she said.

I kept walking, and as did she, in silence, only interrupted by the wind through the trees.

I saw the body of a unicorn in dark green riot armor on the side of the road with a black dragon revolver with a purple and green dragon on the barrel. Her chestplate had a .308 sized hole where her lung was. It was a point blank shot with a special round.

Jacker lowered her head as we drew closer.

“I’m sorry soldier,” Jacker said before grabbing the chain around her neck, took her dog tags, and showed them to me.

“Master Sergeant Silvia, Silly RHMC,” I repeated.

I looked at her. Her helmet said many things obscene and angry but what caught my eye was, ‘I love you Re-’, and had her hoof on a piece of paper next to a pen. I picked up the paper, and read.

I’m sorry I was too late.

I took her chestplate, bandoleer, holster, a couple envelopes, and her journal, before slipping the power shoes she had on my hind legs.

I looked at Jacker in confusion, as she held a laser pistol, and dusted the body. I quickly picked up the big pistol, and examined it. Hundreds of notches covered the gun around the purple dragon, and I decided to call it Silvia in honor of the mare who once owned it.

I holstered it, and put my coat back on over the new chestplate with the Horsigan PD markings, followed by her forehoof gauntlets over my sleeves, and i stopped to read the first letter.

12/05/399AW
Copy of Radio Transmission
Dawn Shadow, Our platoon has picked up on a battalion of the RSMCs forces moving east towards No Zera. Our team still hasn't found the “package”. I sent my lieutenant in to scout, and he hasn't come back. Should we engage? This is Colonel Silly Silvia signing off.

‘This is the copy of a radio transmission,’ I questioned, placing the document into my coat.

‘Who’s Dawn Shadow,’ I asked myself internally before I smelled fire looking back at the body of Silvia and saw Jacker burning the body.

“Why did you burn the body,” I asked confused by the act.

“Because, it’s a sign of respect to the Wendigo. There are also stories of Wendigo souls helping with sudden and deadly accuracy before being cast to the wind, only known as mysterious strangers,” she said quietly.

“That sounds stupid,” I said, annoyed giving Jacker an evil look to which she responded by shaking her head.

“Well sugar that's what you think,” She responded with a laugh. “Any way we need to get moving before the sun sets that's when the real crazies come out.”

We walked on until we reached an old refueling station where a few Revolutionaries stood guard with a single Wendigo sniper on the roof.

“Come on in ladies, Mr. Scratch has been pretty active in the area,” The first shouted to us.

“Mr. Scratch,” I asked as we got behind their makeshift barrier to find that they held flare guns.

“You don't wanna know,” Jacker said as we joined the camp at the fire. Looking around I noticed that several of the ponies here wore strange blackened scars, Jacker took notice of me looking at them. “The scars are from Mr. Scratch,”she whispered to me.

“Who the hell is Mr. Scratch?!” I yelled out of frustration I paused when I noticed the soldiers were looking at me.

“Well you must have lived under a rock if you never heard of Mr. Scratch,” one said with a gravelly voice, I looked at the soldier who spoken. She was a bulky earth pony with a mud brown coat with a short black mane on her back was a rocket launcher battle saddle.

“No it means I am not from around here you moron,” I snap at the mare whose ears flattened in embarrassment.

“um I'm sorry,” she apologized before standing up and walking off.

“Now you,” I pointed at Jacker. “tell me who this Mr. Scratch is!” I demanded in an annoyed tone. Before she could respond loud sniper shots rang outside followed by a growl by the window.

What in Equestria was that, I thought to myself as my adrenalin started to flow in anticipation, and just in time to catch a glimpse of a large black and green creature bolting across and tackling one of the soldiers before dragging them off screaming. Quickly I drew Silvia and pointed where I saw that thing disappear.

“Jacker what the hell was that thing?” I ask the Android and in the process I was hit by a large furry creature that was clearly not a pony, and I got a good look at it. It's eyes glowed like green fire with teeth that match and it's head was like that of a jaguar.

“Get down,” Jacker yelled somewhere before a loud bang and a bright flash of light. The creature on top of me screeched in pain, I quickly gave the creature a swift kick to the ribs that sent the large cat a few feet away but in the process I received a small scratch across my neck where the creature had it's paws.

With the creature off of me I tried to move to get up but to my horror I couldn't move. I heard heavy steps behind me, my heart began racing in terror, but it turned to relief as the green glowing eyes of Jacker came into view.

“Shit,” Jacker seethed in a near whisper as she grabbed me and dragged me into the garage of the refueling station.

Just as she closed the door, the sniper I had seen slid under the door and popped a road flare that lit up the room around us. She held her sniper in her telekinesis as she panted softly. Shadows seemed to drift off of her body like ink in water as she stood there. She finally lowered her rifle and I recognized her armor from the same dead mare.

“Silvia?” Jacker asked, kinda confused

“I’m...well...I guess so,” the mare said, almost as if she didn't know herself.

“Scratch got you too,” Jacker said with conviction as she watched the inky black wisp off of her body.

“It wasn't him. It was...different,” she said.

“How so,” Jacker asked as she drew a canister from somewhere.

“He doesn't seem to know that he brought me back and referred to himself as just a snippet of what once was in a cryptic way,” she said rubbing her helmet.

“Why are you here,” Jacker asked as she slowly pulled the pin of the flashbang she held.

“Find Mecha Toy in No Zera. You'll understand, general,” she chuckled at the end causing Jacker’s eyes to go wide.

There was a flash and a bang before she was gone, leaving Jacker and I in a cold silence.

Well that was strange, I thought to myself as I lay motionless and speechless on the ground.

“Well that was oddly specific,” the Android muttered to herself as she grabbed me again and placed me on her back. “Ok buddy we need to get out of here before the hunters regain their sight,” she then pushed open the door and stepped into the back office of the convenience store and through the front into the night.

Bodies littered the camp like shards of glass after a car accident. Jacker seemed grim as she walked through, holding me all the while. I wanted to talk to her and ask if she was alright, but I could only blink and breathe as we strode down the old interstate. I finally closed my eyes as the minutes turned to hours and plunged into a restless sleep full of nightmares that would jolt me awake.

When the sun began to rise I let out a yawn, which was surprising at first then I let out a sigh of relief.

“Well look who's finally awake,” I heard Jacker say behind me. Lifting myself off the ground and stretched my sore body.

“Well that was an experience,” I muttered.

“You could say that,” Jacker deadpanned.

“Where are we,” I asked.

We sat upon a mesa that overlooked my former home, No Zera. There were 50 caliber bullet casings and there was the smell of rotting flesh blown by the wind towards us. I drew my repeater and looked through the scope to see that the town was infested with ghouls. I also noticed that this vantage point would allow me to annihilate them with ease if I had enough bullets. I looked at the mound of dirt that had been freshly dug up and revealed the mass grave of my town before Jacker shook me out of my trance.

“Blossom, sugar, are you ok,” she asked worriedly.

I felt tears cascade down my cheeks as I turned to look back at the frowning android. She drew me into a tight hug.

“Get off of me,” I said in a defeated tone as I surrendered to the truth that I killed my town, cause I couldn't protect them. I felt rage beginning to build inside my chest that my blood began to boil.

I wanted to put a bullet between the eyes of every government official responsible for the end of the world. I wanted to open the dump valves on every magical waste tanker and smother all of those Prench beaches I’d never see. I wanted to breathe smoke. I wanted to destroy..something...even myself.

I popped a piece of bulk into my mouth and drew Sparky and Silvy as I charged into that now Luna forsaken place. I screamed bloody murder as my shots ripped through the first three and kicked down two more as I spun and fired upon two others and reloaded swiftly as I ran and gunned down as many as I could before running out of bullets and using my forehoof gauntlets and power shoes to buck them into oblivion.

As I bashed the rotting bastards the cold ichor began to coat my armor and soak my face, but I was beyond the point of caring. I continued to crush them with my own hooves soon I lost all sense of time as I killed one after another.

Even after they were all dead I continued to pound on their lifeless bodies. Soon I felt something hug grab me from behind it was not the familiar cold touch of Jacker grabbing me, but soft fur.

“Stop they're all dead,” a familiar sounding voice whispered to me.

“Sparkler?”

End of chapter one.