Fallout: Equestria - Reclamation Day

Fallout: Equestria - Reclamation Day

Prologue: Equestria

“Greetings everypony. We stand upon the precipice of Equestrian innovation. As one of the Founders of Stable-Tec, it is my honor to reveal to you all the completion of Stable 76.”

The orange mare at the podium lifted a hoof. A curtain dropped from behind her, revealing a massive Stable doorway set in the side of the mountain. A mountain of gasps came from the crowd before her.

“Now, I’m sure you all have questions about this project, and believe me, we’d love to answer all of them, but for now please feel free to take the tour provided of the Stable’s facility. This sprawling underground shelter may have been engineered by Stable-Tec, but it was built by you. Ponies of every walk of life put their hearts and souls into this project, so that if the megaspells do come… our way of life will be preserved.”

The Stable door began to clank loudly as it pushed out slightly and rolled away, revealing the entryway into the Stable itself. The crowd assembled clapped loudly as the orange mare returned to the microphone.

“Stable 76 is state of the art, complete with everything needed to survive a megaspell explosion and the resulting fallout. The ponies inside will be our best and brightest future, carrying the torch to what will likely be an inhospitable wasteland. But fear not, Equestrians, for they will be the light that will illuminate the darkness. For when the fighting has stopped, and the fallout has settled, you must rebuild. Not just walls or buildings, but hearts… and minds… and ultimately Equestria itself.”

The orange mare bowed to the clapping as the assemblage began to filter out of their seats to get a place in line to see the new Stable. As they did so, the orange mare retreated to a small construction trailer on the side of the build site. There she sat down at a bench and sighed loudly as two other mares joined her.

“That was a great speech, Scootaloo,” one of the mares said, her voice inflected with a twang of country.

“Yeah, very inspiring,” the other mare, soft spoken but beautiful in her brilliant white coat, said.

“Do you think they bought it?” Scootaloo replied, picking up a bottle of scotch from the table in front of her. She carefully poured a shot glass of the stuff and downed it in one gulp.

“I think they seemed very invested,” the country mare said. “Plans for the other Stables have received full funding after this little PR stunt of yours.”

“Good. Nopony can know about any of this, you girls know that,” Scootaloo said. “The entire project could be in complete danger if anypony finds out what we know.”

“The megaspells are coming,” the white mare said. “The war won’t stop until it happens. When it does, we all lose.”

“Not… not if this project succeeds, Sweetie Belle,” Scootaloo said. “You and Apple Bloom both know that if we succeed… if this project succeeds… Equestria will be preserved. We will find out where we went wrong as a society. We’ll prevent the future from having to share the burden that we all have.”

“And if it fails?” Apple Bloom said with a raise of an eyebrow.

“If it fails… then not even Celestia herself will be able to save us when the megaspells do come…”