Fallout Equestria: Crusades

Chapter 2

Fo: E The Crusades Chapter 2

Beyond The Wall

By Quinton R. Johnson
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The outside will never be what I expected. I knew that some catastrophe occurred during my great, great grandparent's time, that caused a war between ponies and zebra. As the death toll rose, so did their ambitions towards more destructive ways of defeating the enemy. Soon, huge combat spells, known as megaspells, were cast and the world as we knew it was destroyed. I half expected everything to be a little greener after 200 years. I looked up towards the clouds and saw they engulfed the entire sky, only a few rays of light broke through. Stardust was disappointed as well. Daemon just looked around and took in the sight. Styng was finally starting to come around. He looked around. "Anyone mind telling me why I'm strapped onto you like some kinda saddlebag?" Styng said.

Daemon looked back and started to untie the straps that held Styng. "Oh, you kinda blanked out on us and got traumatized by the whole stable poison thing." Daemon said bluntly. "You wouldn't walk so I had to carry you."

"Hey guys I'm gonna go scout ahead and look for... something we can set as a waypoint." I said as I started to climb the hill surrounding the stable door. "Make sure we have enough supplies to last a few days."

I was beginning to ascend the hill and started to see a few roads in the distance. When I reached the top, the sight was breathtaking. The wasteland was a huge desert, full of sanded over streets, destroyed towns, and broken down wagons. We were right beside the ruins of an old town, there were people walking around in it. They had old wagons piled on one another to form a makeshift wall around the perimeter. The inhabitants looked to have some sort of leather barding on. Their weapons looked pretty beat up, but still working. I also saw some kind of two headed cow thing walking towards the settlement. It was pulling a cart with boxes inside, a pony was sitting atop the boxes, probably the owner of the beast and its cargo. The armed residents looked at the beast and its master and aimed their rifles, they didn't fire, they just... watched. I heard faint shouts, too far to make out, but then the gates opened and the stranger strolled inside.

I trotted back to Daemon, Styng and Stardust, they just looked at me while I came back. "What did you see up there?" Styng asked, now on all four hooves.

"There's some kind of encampment over behind the hill. The people look mean but they seem nice. Some guy with a mutant cow thing walked in without any problems." I explained. "I didn't see much else though."

"So, I guess our only option is to stop by town and check to see if we can get some directions. How far did it look?" Stardust asked as he stood beside Daemon.

"It looks a few hundred meters but it looks relatively safe. That doesn't mean it is though, so be on your guard." I said drawing a sort of map in the dirt. I looked at my pipbuck and checked out the mapping, the area around us was blank, other than the geographical lines. The only marker was a little gear labeled "Stable 68" but we knew we weren't going back in there. So we walked around to the back of the hill and went south towards the small town. We walked along the street leading towards the town and saw the gates open back up and the cow thing passed through with a few less boxes in the cart, but still carrying the pony operator. They started to walk down the road towards us. I looked to my friends. "Ok everyone don't fire unless fired upon. Got that?" I asked.

Everyone looked at me and nodded in agreement. We got within shouting distance and the stranger started to wave at us and we waved back. We walked up to the stranger and he slowed the cow thing's pace and hopped off of the cart. "You fellers looking to trade? I got plenty of stock." The old beige stallion said with a grin.

I looked at him. "Umm, I don't think we have any money but we have other supplies. So what are you selling?" I asked politely.

He looked at the little group of kids and put his hoof on his chin. "Well it depends on whacha' need. I got food, medicine, a few guns and some assorted ammunition." He said with a pat of each of the boxes in the cart. I asked about the food and he opened the crate. The crate contained some bundles of dried hay, a few stacks of daisy sandwiches, and... some kinda meat? "If it's ok to ask, what kind of meat is that?" I asked pointing out the slabs of meat.

"Well that there is some fine cuts of radigator. Acquired from the town of Arbu by yours truly. Those will be five caps a piece. The hay bundles are eight caps, and the daisy sandwiches are twelve caps." I looked over to my friends as we discussed what we would need. We bought three bundles, two sandwiches and three cuts of Radigator. We traded a 10mm pistol and twenty 10mm rounds for them. "Thank ya for yer business." He said coolly.

"And thank you mister..." I looked to the side of his cart and saw a faded logo. I couldn't make out many words but 'apples' was on there. "mister Apples." I said with a smile.

"Oh please, that's my fathers name. The name's Crabapples, nice to meet a few Crusaders out here."

"Come again. Did you say we were, Crusaders?" Daemon asked in confusion.

Crabapples looked at us again. And then hit his head with his hoof. "Aww crabapples! Sorry youngsters, since your so young I just assumed you knew of 'em, but now that I look at cha, ya'll are some stable folk. My apologies." Crabapples said, rubbing his hoof on the back of his head.

"Well, I'm Rogue, the Griffin is Daemon, the unicorn is Stardust, and the Pegasus is Styng." I said pointing to each of my friends.

"What 'is' a Crusader anyway." Stardust asked.

"Well, the Crusaders are a big group of youngins who go around the wasteland and try to help as many other kids as possible. They don't too much like adults though. Their main headquarters is up north towards Hoofington. But you won't catch ol' Crabapples up there, no sir ree. Hoofington's a death trap." He said as he shook his head.

"Are there any Crusaders around here?" Styng asked in curiosity.

"I think there are a few camps of 'em round here. The closest one is back down this road south a few miles. I'm actually heading by there right now. I can give you s ride. I don't think Hank and Daffodil would mind any." He said pointing at the cow thing.

"What is that anyway?" I asked.

"Well this here is a Brahmin. They used to be cows till the magical radiation mutated 'em up." Crabapples said matter-of-factly. I trotted over to the Brahmin to get a better look.

The left head looked at me. "Are you gettin' on or not. We got deadlines to make." Hank said in a deep voice.

"Wha! What! You can talk!" I shouted in surprise.

"Sure can, but Daffodil over here don't do much." Hank said, nodding his head over to the second. "So you riding or not" Hank said with a huff. I looked to my friends and they nodded.

"I guess we are."

"Well then hop aboard." Hank said. Everyone piled into the back of the cart and got comfortable. Daemon and Styng would fly ahead to see if

the road was safe every once and awhile. We spotted a broken down gas station up the road. "Half way there, best make a pit stop and see what we can gather here before we continue." Crabapples said before dismounting. Everyone hopped off and looked around the station.

"Daemon, can you fly me up onto the roof? I want to keep an eye out." I asked.

"Sure. Hold on." Daemon's said as he hoisted me up with his claws and started to flap his wings. He lifted and placed me onto the roof, then went back down into the store. There wasn't much up here, a chair with a table beside, it looking towards the south end of the road. A footlocker sat beside it. I trotted over to the footlocker and opened it up. Twelve caps, a few 10mm rounds and a magazine, [name of science mag.] I opened it up, sat on the chair and started to read.

A little while later I heard Crabapples call out to everyone. "Alright everyone, we're about to leave! Mount up in two minutes!"

I trotted over to where Daemon had dropped me off and called out to him. "Daemon, I'm ready to come down now." Daemon came from inside the store and flew up onto the roof.

"There was actually some pretty cool stuff in there." He said as he grabbed hold and flew me down. He held out his pipbuck and showed me a few of the things he got; Leather barding, a 10mm SMG, and some scrap metal.

"I found a magazine up there, something about terminals and stuff. I didn't learn much, but every little bit counts. Also did you find any caps." I started to whisper. "Crabapples will probably charge us for the trip."

"Oh yeah I got at least twenty in there. Hey, you want this barding I got? I'm not into the lighter stuff." Daemon asked as he pulled out the barding. I took it from him and looked it over, it was in pretty good shape. I'd probably reinforce it with some scrap or something. "Sure, thanks dude." I said as I equipped the new gear. After everyone got back onto the cart, we started to move south once again. We passed a few other wastelanders and traded with them. We were at least a third of the way there, when we were swarmed by mutated parasprites, bloatsprites, is what Crabapples called them. There were at least ten of them surrounding us. They started to shoot little stingers at us. Crabapples pulled out a lever action rifle and started to shoot off the pest's wings. Daemon grabbed some SMG's and started to fly back and forth over the bugs, he fired as he went overhead. Styng and Stardust grabbed batons and began to hit and run. I took an assault rifle and took a few well placed shots at the creatures' abdomens. One of the stingers came flying my way and stuck into my leather barding. Thank you Daemon. I pulled the stinger out with my magic and continued to shoot. Soon the bloatsprite were few in numbers and scattered. Daemon walked over to one of the downed bugs and put parts into his saddlebag.

"Hey Daemon, what are you doing?" I asked

"Oh um, Crabapples said they were edible, so I'm gonna try it." Daemon said as he stuffed another into his bag.

"That's, disgusting." I said flatly.

"Hey, don't knock it till you try it." Daemon said mockingly.

"Well, does you pipbuck say you have them?"

"Well, actually yeah, it does, says all its effects and how much it's worth."

"Wow, these things are just full off surprises aren't they." I said looking at my pipbuck. When we got onto the wagon I looked at Styng and Stardust, they had bloatsprite guts all over their faces and were trying to wipe it off. I think I saw some in their mouths. That made me cringe. We continued down the south road. I could see makeshift wall ahead about two hundred fifty meters up the road. I could hear faint gunshots. As we got closer, everyone could hear shouts and gunshots coming from the other side.

"Alright youngins stay put till ol Crabapples comes back." He said as he trotted over to the wall's side. He snuck around into a hole and crawled through. He didn't come back out till about thirty seconds later, as he trotted back out and over to us. "Ok the Crusaders are getting attacked by raiders. When we get up there I want you to shoot as many mad ponies as you can. Friendlies are anypony with little blue badges on their barding. Everypony grab a weapon and follow me quietly." Crabapples said as he loaded his lever action.

Daemon grabbed his SMG's, I grabbed a primary Assault Rifle and a secondary10mm pistol, Styng grabbed a baton, and Stardust grabbed a 10mm pistol. Everyone called out that they were ready and we set off to the wall. The shouts and gunshots muffled our approach as we squeezed through the hole. We climbed onto a roof that had a half wall around the edge that gave us some defense if we were to be seen. Crabapples crouched down by the wall and motioned for us to stay low. "Alright here's the plan. Daemon you be careful and try to draw the raiders attention. Stardust sneak around and try to take out the distracted." A bullet smashed through the wall and created a hole clean through. "Ok gotta hurry, Rogue you stay put and take out as many as you can with your rifle. Styng you fly by and hit them as hard as you can. Any questions?" He said as he peeked through the little bullet hole. No questions. So we started to move. Daemon flew off to the left and landed on a to the right of the building that the raiders were shooting at, probably holding Crusaders within. "Hey ugly!" Daemon shouted.

The raiders looked at each other. "He's obviously talking about you Jerrycan!" One of raider mares called out in a slight Manehatten accent.

"Oi! I'm not ugly! E' was 'alkin about you ugly! I'm guessing Jerrycan yelled back.

"Can somepony shoot that little

F#%K!?" One of them yelled. Daemon realized they were about to shoot and started duck back behind the building and run around the back. The raiders started to walk over to where he had been and I fired a single shell. The bullet hit a raider and tore off his jaw. He screamed through the blood starting to pour from his mouth, but he didn't go down, so I fired again and the bullet tore through his skull and blasted brains onto the ground. The other raiders heard their friend and fired were my head used to be. Daemon got into a window and started to fire at them. Bullets hit three raiders and only one wasn't fatal. They all turned and fired at where Daemon had been but he was already crawling out the back. Styng came from the sky and bashed one of the raiders heads in with a baton. The raider's face caved in as he fell and squirmed, the life leaving his body. Styng was already flying back up and out of range for any of the raider's guns. I popped back out and shot one in the leg, bringing him to his knees, then I finished him with a bullet to the head and ducked back down. Crabapples popped up and shot three rounds off into two raiders dropping both. He held his rifle so... awkwardly. Styng came in for another hit and this time hit two raiders, one in his temple, and the other in her eye. I peeked over and saw Stardust hiding behind a few stacked boxes taking out raiders as they looked the other way. We had a half a dozen left, but then I heard the loudest scream I'd ever heard coming from the other side of a wall. A giant raider, equipped with a twin minigun battle saddle, and armor at least two inches thick, came crashing through and started to shoot wildly. He shot building and raider alike, shredding uncovered flesh in a flurry of 5mm rounds. Well, that's just great. There were two more raiders and the boss raider in the courtyard now. Crabapples popped up and started to shoot the boss's torso, but the armor around him just sparked as it deflected the bullets. I looked over the lip and used SATS to slow down time and survey the area. Daemon was on top of the building, Styng up in the sky, Stardust behind the boxes, me and Apples here. I looked at the boss raider, his armor had very few openings; his eyes, backs of his legs and his... other parts, but they could be hit with a well placed shot. I checked the other two raiders and queued up two shots for their heads and set off the spell. Time sped back up and the bullets hit the raiders and they both fell. That only left the big guy. I heard more gunshots and looked over to the shot up building and saw muzzle flash and an array of red beams being fired from the windows. The boss's armor deflected a few bullets and the beams only burned a few spots. He turned to look at the building, this was our chance. I pulled up my rifle and looked down the sights, his miniguns started to spin, I aimed for the holes where his eyes should be and fired three rounds. Two sparks later a bullet hit home. He screamed in pain and looked to where the bullet had came from with his one intact eye. Another bullet hit behind his left forehoof and he dropped to his knees. The miniguns roared as they fired into the ground. Thank you Stardust. The raider tried to get up but Styng came down so fast the impact of the baton cracked the helmet and sent the baton flying out of his mouth. The raider boss stumbled over and tried to get back up again but it was too late.

"FIRE!" Was all I heard before the gunfire from the building roared just like the miniguns and tore the bottom of the raider to pieces. Crimson laser beams and hundreds of bullets were hurled into the raider's soft underbelly. His armor started to break apart and fell to the ground. The bullets ripped through flesh and bone alike. Then the roar stopped and the smoke started to clear. The raider was just a half hollow shell of armor. His organs spilled out onto the ground and blood soaked the dirt around him. He let out a moan and then his last breath. He was dead and we had won.

Cheering erupted from the building as twenty or so colts and fillies came running out. Styng had recovered the broken baton, which was bent so far it looked like it would would snap just holding it. Daemon had hopped off the building to meet some of the fillies and colts who were thanking us for the help. Stardust came from the back of the boxes and just floated the pistol into his saddlebag as some kids came over to thank him. Crabapples and I hopped off the building and joined the celebration. A blue and yellow colt trotted up to me. He kinda looked like lightening.

"Thanks for the help, I'm Flash, the leader of these crusaders; who would have died if not for you and your friends." Flash said thankfully. "You and your friends can definitely hold your own in a fight. You mind if I talk with you and your group in my office, I would like to discuss a reward for your assistance." Flash said as he pointed over to a bigger shack.

"Hey guys come here a minute!" I shouted to my friends.

They all joined me, we introduced ourselves and walked into the shack. Flash was sitting behind a slightly worn desk that reminded me of the Overstallion's. "I want to offer you safe haven here. We've lost a few of our own and now their houses are vacant. If you accept, you and your friends will become full residents of Turntable. Their is also the chance to become Crusaders, but you may decline if you wish. Any questions?"

"What does it mean to be a Crusader?" I asked.

"A Crusader is anypony, or Griffin or other, that has chosen to help other colts and fillies around the wasteland." Flash explained.

"Any pros or cons?" Styng asked.

"Well, pros are you always have support from other Crusaders, we have very few enemies, and you always have somewhere safe to go in the wasteland, since we have two other camps around the area. Cons are the Finders will always fight over scavenge grounds, and once you become eighteen years of age, I'm afraid you have to leave the Crusaders, but you all look young enough to be here for a good one to four more years." Flash explained.

I turned to my friends. "Well guys, we have a choice, stay here or leave." I turned to Flash. "You mind let us step outside to think this over for a few minutes?" I asked.

"Sure, take your time."

Everyone, but Flash, left the room and regrouped outside.

My look passed from each friend to the next. "Well guys, what do you think?" I asked my friends. We each looked around at the little encampment we were in, it wasn't the best, but it definitely was something. "If we stay, we'll be relatively safe, we'll have a new home and be able to learn more about the wasteland. My vote goes to staying." I said.

"Well, if you're staying then I

guess I'll stay too." Daemon seconded.

"I'm in too." Styng thirded.

"Same." Stardust fourthed.

"Now about this Crusader business. Anyone want to. It wouldn't be a bad choice if we're already staying here." I said matter-of-factly. Everyone nodded and I turned to the shack. "Well let's go talk to Flash and tell him were staying."

We walked in and Flash was sitting in his chair reading a Guns and Bullets magazine. He looked up at us. "Well friends what's your decision?" Flash asked.

"We're staying Flash, all of us, and we'll become Crusaders." Flash put down the magazine and stood up. He pushed a button on his desk and a novice rang out. He trotted over to a pedestal on the other side of the room and put his hooves on the top of it. A few seconds later two other ponies trotted in, the first a white unicorn filly with a curled gold mane and gold eyes, the second a citrine earth pony colt with a slick black mane and brown eyes. They both took their places beside Flash.

"Everyone ready?" Flash asked as he pulled out a sheet of paper. Everyone nodded. "Let's get started then." Flash cleared his throat. "We, the Crusader Congress, elect Rogue, Daemon, Styng and Stardust to join us as family, comrades, and fellow Crusaders! With this new title you must uphold what being a Crusader means; support fellow Crusaders, and never kill, steal from, besmirch, or betray a fellow Crusader. Breaking any of these rules will result in permanent banishment of the violator from any and all Crusader camps. Do you understand all these rules as they have been read out to you?" Flash announced.

"Yes." We said in unison.

"I would like to welcome you all to the Crusaders friends, please follow me to your new homes." Flash said as we trotted out to the courtyard. A few groups were still celebrating, others were cleaning up the mess and taking anything useful. The citrine colt and white filly followed us out and split up after we got half way. "The raiders killed a total of four. We have two homes and a workplace that need occupants. The raiders killed our scrap smith, had his soundproof helmet on, poor colt. The others were a few of our scavengers who were quite gifted in their profession. The homes are furnished and but have other decorations from the previous residents, those are now yours. Everything you find within those walls belongs to you. Make yourselves at home and if you need any help, just ask around and I'm sure you'll find what you need." Flash said as he walked back to his office. "If ur looking for work, I suggest asking around camp. There's always something somepony wants done around here."

"We'll see what we can do." I said as my friends and I made our way to the empty homes. Daemon and I got the left house while Styng and Stardust got the other. I would check out the scrap smith's place tomorrow.

The sun was setting above the top of the wall now. The clouds just made the sky turn a dull Crimson. I walked away from the window down into the living room. Daemon was sitting on the couch looking at our supplies. "Hey, we need to check out what others need done around here. I can't sit here and do nothing." Daemon said dully.

He was bored I could see it. I bet everyone was bored, but after the fight earlier; I'm not sure what could make this life more interesting. Well, unless there's some super secret organization doing some super secret operation or something.

"Hey, wanna check out the scrap smith's place? It'd give you something to do." I said nodding toward the door.

He looked at me, and then back to the supplies. "Sure, I guess." He mumbled.

We walked over to the empty shack. The outside looked barely rusted. I also saw a small symbol, painted onto the door. I turned on my pipbuck lamp to illuminate the area. The symbol was a wrench above some metal plates, gears and other scraps. Daemon and i opened the door and walked inside. In the center of the room was a rounded scrap covered table. To the left beside the door was a window with a single bullet hole in it. I lined up the bullets path and followed it to the blood splatter on the wall. I looked down and saw a small helmet with earmuffs on the sides. A bullet hole ran clean through and dried blood stained the other side. I picked up the helmet and placed it on the table. Daemon was looking at the creations that were hung in the wall. I trotted over to get a better look. We saw a set of metal plated barding, two makeshift pistols, and a incomplete rifle. I surrounded the rifle in my magic grip and carefully pulled it down. The rifle had some dust on it, that I blew and rubbed off. RG-32 was etched onto the side. The barrel had some kind of chamber towards the end and the scope looked suited for medium to long distance. I put the gun back onto the rack and looked around for a light source. I found an old prewar lantern, hanging from a pole, and lit it with the match box built into the bottom. The lantern gave off a bright yellow light around the room, much more than I anticipated. I looked at the lantern again and saw a badly weathered brand name. It read, UltraBright. Hmm guess that's some kinda enchanted lantern or something. Daemon was looking at a case, which had the same symbol from outside in place of the padlock. I trotted over and looked at it. The case was a matte black, no scratches or dents, the handle had the same finish as the rest. I picked up the case with my telekinesis and tried to open it, it didn't budge. I put my hoof onto the padlock, and a slight glow of yellow overtook the lock and I felt it heat up my hoof. I quickly pulled away and I heard a hum from the case, suddenly the padlock reshaped into a wrench with a lightning bolt behind it and popped open. Daemon and I looked at each other in surprise. He nodded for me to open it. Inside were the blueprints for the RG-32 and other various creations, and a note from somepony named Scrap n' Craft. I began to read.

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If you are reading this, then the inheritor has passed on. The case has deemed you worthy of knowing the secrets within. Inside are the belongings of me, and the past inheritors of this case. Very few are able to open it, but you have a gift, the gift of creation. You can create anything if you put you mind, body, and soul into your work. You are the new inheritor, use your gift wisely, goddesses only know what you can create. But know this, if this case may be lost, or you pass on to the afterlife, the secrets will be locked again, until the next inheritor finds it. Go forth with your gift and build to your wildest dreams.

Scrap n, Craft

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Well now I don't know what to think right now. Daemon was just as surprised as me. I looked into the case and pulled out a few blueprints, a few for some traps, armor, weapons. These would be helpful. There were also other personal belongings inside. A few pictures, maybe of the past inheritors and some other items like special tools and such. "Well this is... interesting." Daemon said hesitantly.

"Yeah it is, looks like my special talent is to make things." I said as a warm glow surged through me from horn to hoof. I turned around to look at my flank and saw it, my cutiemark! The same symbol from the case, the wrench with the lightning bolt behind it. "Daemon, I got it! I got my cutiemark! This is amazing!" I screamed in joy.

"Yeah, really happy for you, but try to keep it down. It's getting dark and I don't want anypony to think we're being attacked again." Daemon hushed.

"Oh yeah, sorry." I said as I tried to contain my excitement. "I'm gonna stay in here and look around a bit more. You can leave whenever."

"Ok, just try not to blow anything up while you're here. I don't want to come in to your guts splashed onto a wall." Daemon said playfully.

"Yeah, ok mom." I joked back. After saying that a tear came to my eye.

Daemon started to leave the shack and I began to look around through the case a bit more. I pulled out the RG-32 blueprints and gun from the wall and placed them onto the circular table. I cleared off the scrap metal and electronics and set them aside. I looked around and saw a tool rack and levitated a few of the tools off. Plasma torch, wrench, screwdriver and all the other necessary tools to complete the rifle. I took a few looks at the blueprints and trotted around the workshop to find the components. I stayed up all night working on the rifle. Some time around midnight, Daemon walked in to check on me. "Hey Rogue, you ok in... is that the railgun!?" He asked in amazement as he looked at the almost complete RG-32.

"Yeah, just need to put on some finishing touches and it will be fully operational, with a technically infinite amount of ammo. It uses scrap metal to create new railgun shells. This chamber here has a melting talisman and a recombobulator matrix inside, which makes the scrap into shells. Pretty cool huh?" I said as I pointed to the quite impressive weapon.

Daemon walked around the table gazing on the beautifully crafted gun. "This is the coolest thing I've ever seen. Were you up all night?"

"Yeah but I'm not all that tired, I guess time flies when you're having fun. I'll be back at the house after I'm finished."

"Ok, and tomorrow, when you're done, you wanna head outside the camp and fire it?

"Yeah, it'd be a great test run for it." I said excitedly.

Daemon watched me work on the gun for a few minutes, asking questions about which doohickey did what. He left about fifteen minutes later and I finished the gun around twelve thirty. I put up my tools, put the rifle back on the rack, blew out the lantern, and left for the house. As I got closer I started to realize that now that I'm away I actually do feel really tired. I walked inside the house, went to my room, and hopped onto my bed. Time for a well deserved rest. I closed my eyes and thought about tomorrow. I started to doze off and finally fell asleep. Tomorrow is a new day.

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Level Up: Rogue has acquired the Telekinetic Sonar spell!

Level Up: Styng's mental state is now unstable. -1 To all SPECIAL stats.

Level Up: Daemon

(Hope you enjoyed the first chapter of The Crusades. I'm new to writing books and if you find something wrong, don't hesitate to tell me. I want to thank Kkat for making the original Fallout Equestria series and inspiring me to write my own, Hasbro for making the MLP series, Bethesda for making Fallout, all my friends and family who encouraged me to go further and for helping me proofread this chapter. There will be more chapters to come, but each may take a few weeks or so to finish since I'm working alone. I could really use some help. Be sure to email me at :momo7759@yahoo.com: Thanks everypony!)