Fallout Equestria: Legends from the Wasteland

by PeskyJewel

Rating: teen
Tags: Adventure, Science Fiction, Fallout, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 1621

Throughout the years, many ponies have lived and died in the wasteland. These stories are hardly ever complete, but they show the wasteland in it's every light.

Here is a collection of stories from all kinds of ponies and from all over the wasteland. Some are so old that they've become mythological tales, while some still remain fresh in the minds of the ponies that first witnessed them.

Published 2018-06-03 20:20:06 UTC
Last updated 2018-06-03 20:20:06 UTC

These Guy's Again?

Fallout Equestria: Legends from the Wasteland
These Guy's Again?
By: PeskyJewel

I walked into the command cent and looked around at the ponies already working away on account of the large object we'd picked up on radar. "Can somepony please tell me what we're dealing with?" I asked the room generally.

One of the ponies call back. "Sir, we've identified the craft as an old Enclave Raptor."

"Enclave?" I asked back, just a tad bit confused, "Are you sure? We haven't seen the Enclave in years."

"We've confirmed it sir. Do we continue with protocol?"

I thought for a moment, considering our options. "Prepare Archers One through Nine and Megaspell Chamber Seven. Try and Alert them. Tell them if they do not remove themselves from our airspace they will be shot down."

The ponies around the room nodded and set about doing what they had been told. One leaned into a microphone and spoke. "Enclave Raptor, you are entering into the airspace of the New Equestrian Empire. You are hereby ordered to divert your course or you will be shot down."

I waited a few minutes before asking. "Is there any response?"

"Negative Sir."

"Try them again."

"Enclave Raptor, you are entering into the airspace of the New Equestrian Empire. You are hereby ordered to divert your course or you will be shot down."

The monitor stayed quiet as I was alerted that the Archers and the Megaspell chamber were ready. "Prepare strike teams for flight." I waited a few more moments to make sure the Enclave Raptor wouldn't respond. "Fire Archers One through Three."

"Yes sir, Archers One through Three firing. Archers away."

I looked out the large window at one end of the command center and watched as three red lights streaked away into the night sky. I then turned to the situation screen and watched as the Archers approached and collided with the Raptor. "Fire Archers Four through Six."

"Archers Four through Six firing. Archers away."

Three more lights soared away into the dark. One of the ponies turned to me. "Target down sir."

I nodded slowly. "Good, send in the strike teams, make sure they understand procedure. And get them a fighter escort, I don't want the strike teams getting shot by flying pegasi."

"Yes sir."

"Actually, Tell them they are to bring back one prisoner. I want to know what the Enclave is doing out here after so long."

"Yes sir."

I walked around and sat down in my chair looking out the window to see several Nightingales take off and fly out to the crash site, being followed by several Sparrows as escort. If only the Enclave knew to turn around, I could have gotten back to working on our invasion of Acadia. I watched the aircraft approach the wreck of the Raptor and let out a sigh. Knowing the old stories of the Enclave, this was going to be a long night.

Author's Note

So... I've been having trouble working on my main fanfic, but I have been writing a whole bunch of small little stories and decided to post them here. These little stories vary from several hundred words to a couple of thousand words and have never been seen by an editor. I hope you enjoy them as they build a world without following any particular story line.

Pesky

An Old Mare's Tale

Fallout Equestria: Legends from the Wasteland
An Old Mare's Tale
By: PeskyJewel

A mare sat next to a fire in an old snow covered home, lights flickered softly in the various other houses in the small town. Fillies and colts gathered around the old mare and the fire as she spoke to them, her voice grating in the young night. "Wark stood above his people on the tallest hill in the fields of tents."

The little foals looked on in excitement as they imagined the scenes the old mare spoke of. She continued, "The tents rested on the ancient battlefield for challenges and duels and, in a cave below Wark's hooves, the birthplace of the yaks. He looked out and saw yaks, from all thirteen clans, looking up at him, their leader, waiting for him to deliver their salvation. Wark remembered back to where this all started. His banishment, and his wanderings off into the Northern Ice Fields. If you remember, he expected to die, but he found a mad old yak in a large wooden boat stuck into the ice. The old yak had told Wark about a great freeze that would cover the thirteen tribes in impenetrable ice. Wark was told that the gods had imbued him with great power, and that he would unite and save the yaks."

One of the foals interrupted the old mare, "But if he saved the yaks, where are they all?"

The old mare smiled at the foal. "Well dear, if you remember, this happened a very long time. Long before ponies had even met the yaks. Now, no more interruptions until the stories over."

All the foals nodded and the old mare continued, "With this knowledge, Wark returned to the yaks and united the clans. And now, there he stood, looking out at the yaks as they begged for him to save them. Wark reached out and pleaded with his gods for help in this great endevour. He summoned the power he had and grabbed the rock below his hooves, pulling with all his strength and all his might. And as the Yaks watched him, the stone beneath him began to rise. Slowly, Wark raised the great plateaus from the ground. All around their lands, the yaks watched these massive rocks climb into the sky, and once their leader was done, they ascended the plateaus and built stone fortresses on them. And in them, they were safe when the Ice came and engulfed the land around them."

The little foals gasped in wonder and astonishment as they thought of so much ice, but the old mare continued on. "And now, we call those fortresses Bulwarks after the great Yak bull named Wark, who raised them from the earth."

The old mare pointed out an old broken window to a stone fortress that sat on a plateau around a ruined city, the moon shining brightly above it. "And ponies still say today, that those Bulwarks will come to be the salvation of the yaks during the end of the world."

The foals looked off in wonder. "Miss Blizzard? If the Bulwarks are going to save the yaks, then why aren't there any yaks?"

The mare smiled back at the foal and patted him on the head with her wing. "That's just the thing my dear. Nopony knows where the yaks have gone, but the world hasn't ended yet. So who knows, they may still be out there."

One of the colts stood up confidently. "Then I'm going to find them!" He proclaimed boldly.

The old mare chuckled. "Maybe you will dear, but I suggest you all run back home, you aren't supposed to be out this late."

All the foals ran out of the old house playing with eachother, chatting excitedly about yaks, kings, magic powers, and fortresses.

Author's Note

Here's the last little story for this batch, and this one is probably my favorite so far! I hope you all enjoy these and are looking out for the next few stories!
- Pesky

The Lost Doctor

Fallout Equestria: Legends from the Wasteland
The Lost Doctor
By: PeskyJewel

Steelback sat on a hill, his warband behind him, overlooking the Red Hoofs stronghold. He could hear the cries of pain coming from the ponies held within. The Red Hoofs were detestable, honor-less creatures who would raid towns and villages just to kill the ponies who lived there. They had been useful as dumb fodder for his conquests, but they had finally crossed a line. His doctor had disappeared a few weeks ago, and while technically she was a freelancer, she was a nice, almost innocent mare. Mare's like her were hard to come by these days. So when he had found her little hospital broken in and raided, and her robot going on about how she left, he decided to save her. He had already invaded and conquered five other raider gangs in search of her, and if she wasn't here, then he would probably never find her.

Steelback let out a sigh as his son stepped up and sat beside him. He silently worried about his son, about the doctor, about his ponies, and his legacy. His son was strong, and made a fine general, but he feared that without a cooler head to temper him, he would allow the kingdom to fall into ruin. He wouldn't be around much longer to teach his son, the doctor told him as much. And these things only made it more important to find the doctor that much more important.

Both him and his son rose and descended the hill to their warband, the importance of the coming battle weighing heavily upon their shoulders. This battle needed to be won, and the doctor found, before Steelback died. Because without a ruler who cares more about the kingdom than themselves, the kingdom would fall to the savagery and greed of the wasteland without anypony to stop it. And as Steelback readied his warband, he truly understood, just how much the coming months were going to shape this wasteland.

Author's Note

So, the way fimfiction works to start a new story, I'm going to have to release a few stories together at once. But that's fine, and I don't really mind.
- Pesky