Chapter 1: What's Old is New
WRAAAWWN! WRAAAAWWN! WRAAAWWN!
I jump awake and almost fall out of my bed. The siren in my house screaming, warning me that the house is being raided by the police. Looking around in a small panic I grab my 12.7mm pistol, Vigilance, from the bedside table and straps the holster around my leg. Getting up with a huff I trot over to the closet and goes to open the door. But first I look in the mirror, My white coat with my navy blue and black mane with lighter blue highlights and dark crimson eyes. Sighing. Looking through the mirror at the pistol holster and my black faded hooves. “Here goes nothing Solitare...” I mutter to myself. I then continue to open the door, looking at the modified New Canterlot Republic Veteran armor. I try to shake the feeling of shock and the rapid fire gunshots are the front door helps me considerably. Uh, I knew it was a good idea to install those... But, they won’t last long so I quickly get the armor on, putting the pistol in it’s holster.
Sliding into the hall way and into the wall may not be that elegant but I just heard one of my turrets go up and honestly don’t give a shit about how elegant I am. I bullet flies down the hall and hits the wall near my head as some NCR MP make it past the turrets, making a much more successful slide around a corner I run to the Bathroom at the end of the hallway. Charging right through the door and throwing aside the rug. I open the trap door hidden beneath it and I climb down into the foundation of the house. Looking around the small lab and at the mirror I look at my face hidden beneath the Silvery Blue NCR Veteran armor. The dark blue visor and the silver lines on the helmet. I shake my head, getting the thought out of my mind as I go to a large glass containment tube.
There is more Gunfire in the hallway as my 2nd set of defenses deploy. 8 more turrets popping up and keeping the NCR at bay as I push a button next to the containment tube, getting the object inside. A rifle made and designed by Griffins. A short and thin barrel on the rifle as it goes into a receiver and stock designed much like the L115 AWM. A sniper used by Spec. Ops. In the far old days 400 years ago. Before the Balefires dropped. Hardly even know into the republic. The receiver it’s self a bit beefier around the barrel where it holds the Rails. The rifle is made to be shot by Griffins and was a prototype made to cut through Zebra tanks and Pony Power Armor. Made to use Griffin-made Gruff .88 bullets. The griffin version of a .308. Charged by rails to make this a Advanced Rail-gun. A long and sleek scope is mounted on top what has a 4x40 range on it. The whole stock being more stream-lined than the L115. Carbon fiber stock with black steel barrel, Receiver, and Scope.
The 3rd turret being blown up in the hallway tempts me to stop marveling over the gun I am likely to be using for a long while. I go to the other marvel in the room which looks like one of those old world Balefire Preservation tubes. I press a button on the side and put in a code, SF43B29, which opens the Tube. The Tube of which is supposed to be a Time Machine. I get in the tight space and close the door behind me. Pressing the enter key on a terminal set in the wall of the camouflaged tube. Made to look like a barren wasteland. I type on the Terminal quickly,
*///Set_Position_Equestria_Luna.School/Time_2267_August_15/Dimension_935/Initiate_Squence_FastTravel\*
Hitting enter the Terminal sends the code and the Tube sparks a little, lines of code scroll down the terminal quickly as everything starts to spark and I start to feel woozy to the head, shaking slightly I stumble to the floor as there’s a burst of pain in my head and everything goes black as I pass out.
Groaning softly from the splitting pain in my head a put a hoof down next to me. Lifting myself to my hooves I open the Tube’s door and stumble out, quickly taking off my helmet as I vomit suddenly, stumbling back and sitting hard on my ass I look at my Tube.
“Your helpful but really, really fucking painful...” I say, looking at my own invention in distaste. I hear a gun get cocked in front of me and I turn my head quickly to see who it is, the sudden movement makes me throw up again. I pant a look up, just in time to see the butt of an old rifle get slammed into my forehead. I fall back once again unconscious.
An absolutely horrid stench hits my muzzle as I start to regain consciousness. I lift my head and feel a weight around my neck, feeling it there is a heavy metal collar around it. I look at my body and witness that I am no-longer in my armor but now in old rags. Basically a blouse and a skirt that a blind man could see up. Nothing of the underwear sort under it. The collar, which is arguably the 2nd most worrying thing but the one I might be able to do something about, is connected to the rusty bars of a cage i’m in. I scratch at my body as I look around. It appears i’m in a cage in the eating area of a school. Luna’s School for Gifted Students. I put this location in because I knew it was still here back in the 2200s. Dumb fucking luck it happened to be a huge raider encampment. The eating area has isles of the cages. The one I happened to be in is a hanging. I scoot closer to the bar that my chain is connected to. Looks like the chain would be rusty enough to break. I look out from the cage looking at the raiders that are around. Low caliber pipe guns. Though some raiders have assault rifles and a few even have Low Quality scoped hunting rifles.
I check the lock on the cage as some raiders come in. 4 raiders escorting a stallion in a suit. I jump slightly as my cage gets lowered to the floor. 2 of the raiders have Assault Rifles and better looking armor than the rest. Both unicorns. Same as mister Suit. Making me assume that they are body guards. I back up from the door as the raider unlocks it.
“Just as promised. A healthy mare. Virgin. Had some nice guns on her but seemed weak. You should be able to control her no problem.” The raider says. Looking at Mr. Suit.
“What is her price?” Mr. Suit asks. Looking at the raider. My tail fluffing up as they talk about selling me. “1,000 caps. Up front.” Responds the raider. Mr. Suit looks surprised and offended. “Excuse me? You said a max of 500.” States Mr. Suit. Returning to a calm expression. “It was hard to control all these barbarians not to use her vagina as a restroom. 1,000 caps or the deal is off.” The raider says. Not looking deadly. But stern. Mr. Suit looks at me. “Can I inspect her?” Mr. Suit asks.
The raider nods, “Not too thoroughly though.” Mr. Suit nods and walks into the cage. Inspecting me closely, getting behind me. “Raise your tail.” He says. I don’t. Not letting this dick cont--Fuck! The raider kicks my front hooves from under me and my face slams into the cage. “He said raise your tail bitch. Listen to him.” Says the raider. Venom drips from his voice and I raise my tail. I gasp and turn bright red as I feel his muzzle touch my vagina’s lips as he takes in a deep sniff. A cloth wraps around the base of my tail and I notice that it will no longer lower. “This one will do perfectly.” Mr. Suit says, “Worth the caps.” He gives a bag of what i’m guessing are caps to the raider and he drags me to my hooves and takes off my collar.
Now walking down the decrepit hallways of the school I realize just how bad of a condition this place is. I now wear another collar. This one smaller and made of leather. Mr. Suit has a leash connected to it and has the leash tied around his hoof as he walks. The cloth still preventing my tail from lowering I shiver at the air I can feel back there. Mr. Suit walks out of the school and down the long front path. “So, slave, what is your name?” Mr. Suit asks me. I look at him and I try not to remember what happened last time I didn’t do something for him. “My name is Solitary Grace. Or just Solitare.” I responds. He nods, “Pretty name. You have some nice flanks on you. How about i call you... Ace Deck. Yes. That will work.” I sigh, looking down as we walk. We don’t walk for long as we get to a Camper SkyCart crashed on the highway still in pretty good condition. He walks me in and the guards follow. He takes a glass from a working fridge and gives it to me, “Water?” He asks. I accept it and drinks the small glass like a shot. “Thank yo--” I try to thank him but my vision goes blurry, just as I pass out I realize the fucker just drugged me.
There is a strange pain on my flank, when I wake up I instantly look at the pain. I gasp as I see chains were tattoo’d over my Spade symbol cutiemark. Tears coming to my eyes. Then I notice above my tail it says “Ace Deck” tattoo’d in the kind of font you would see in a brothel. “Glad your awake.” Says the voice or Mr. Suit. “I was waiting for you to wake up.” I look at the fucker himself no-longer in his suit. “I tried to wait to tomorrow but I just couldn’t.” My eyes can’t help but be dawn to his dick, which is hard and throbbing. He seems to of been rubbing it in anticipation. Eww... He stands up. “I want to see just how good my Card Selection is~” He says as he starts walking towards me. I see that the leash is sitting on the counter next to the couch I am laying on. I quickly grab it and wrap it around my hoof, slapping him in the eye with it, putting a hoof on his mouth before he makes a noise I wrap the other end around my hoof too and gets on his back, putting the leash under his neck and pulling. He struggles violently but finally suffocates.
Motion in the corner of my eye catches my attention and jump off the side of Mr. Suit as one of his guards shoots at me with a pistol. I untangle one of my hooves and jumps over the cadaver of Mr. Suit, using the leash like a whip I whip the mare’s horn, causing her to yelp in pain and drop the gun, I then whip her in the rear causing her to sit and wraps the leash around her neck, choking her to death too. I relax a little and pant for breath just as another pistol gets pressed against my head. My breathing stops for a second as the other guard stands up.
“Don’t move, slave... Killing your owner is a big no-no..” He says, I glance at him then at the 9mm pistol against my temple, gauging the distance I spin around and, with a snap of the leash, wraps it around his left fore-leg. Flipping him over me and grabbing the Mare’s gun. Plugging a bullet into the stallions head. “F-fuck.. Fuck... F-first time I ever actually personally killed anypony...” I shake my head violently. Getting the cloth off my tail and taking the black collar off. Though keeping it. I get the mare’s poor condition combat armor on and inspects the two assault rifles. Switching out parts to get one improved one then I do the same with the 9mm pistols. I search the camper, not turning up much but some food, water, and ammo which is good for me. I exit the camper and look around. Unsure where to go. I start heading east along the high-way. Heading for what the sign says is Hoofington.
Author's Note
I am going to try to get another chapter of this story up every 4 days maybe.. This is the first time I actually tried doing an ongoing story for I normally just make one short story in one sitting. Normally taking about 15 minutes this chapter took around an hour. I don't have a genuine plan on where this is going and i'm still not that good at writing in 1st pony so.. Expect it to not be of the highest quality.
