Fallout: Equestria - .50 Caliber

Buckler was let in and decided to take a seat on a hay bale, not smooth and bouncy like the mattresses in stable X50, but not as cold as one.

“You found us in the stable?”
Buckler asked the pony with the fedora who was later known to be named ‘Canyon’

“Well. Not found per say.. we had to fight off some sons o’ bitches to get ya”
another voice joined in coming from a mare walking out of a room with the sign that says ‘secondary armory’ on top of the door, she was holding a bottle of premium two hundred year old vodka and chugged it down in less than five seconds.
Out of bewilderment, buckler’s jaw was hanging loosely as the mare threw the bottle out a nearby window, followed by a shattering sound.

The mare had exotic looks, she was a fairly tall (Slightly shorter than Buckler), physically fit, and very muscular teenage female with long coal-black hair, with a pale yellow coat and woozy maroon eyes, which may not look woozy if she wasn't drunk.

“Under-aged drinking at its finest everypony, give her a round of applause. The award for the most drunken sixteen year old goes to.. Shell Shock” a sarcastic tone came from a colt with a short, straight black hair styled in an undercut, as well as narrow, intimidating dull gray eyes with dark circles under them complemented by his dark brown coat and a deceptively youthful face. He is quite short, but his physique is well-developed.

“Hey! You do you, and I do me. So me drinking nine bottles of liquor a day is none of your business mud flash”
The drunk mare named Shell shock walked towards mud flash pointing her weird gun inches from his face, this doesn't seem to faze mud at all.

Mud opened his mouth to answer but got cut off by the sound of a siren reminiscent of the ‘severe leakage alarm’ back in stable 50.

“Attackers on the outside of the wall! The Defense section needs help! Everypony get your battle saddles and report to the wall”
Canyon shouts running to the armory.

The room was immediately emptied and the alarm was finally silenced, he followed after the group and never had the chance to ask what were those guns for, but he was going to find out.

The loud sounds had filled buckler’s senses the moment he set foot on the outside of the former diner, he spotted mud flash, shell shock and canyon using the weird guns on their hooves, but he found that they don’t function as weapons, rather they were minature harpoons shooting out of the guns and cables attached to the said harpoons.

His prevously punctured gut told him to follow the trio, and indeed he followed. On the way, he passed by a pony being carried to the nearest medical bay and with his left foreleg severed by something with a ton of punch. The mere sight of this had caused buckler to feel woozy and his stomach to gurgle which had caused him to run to an alleyway and spill his lunch out his stomach.

Despite this, he pushed forward through the pain remembering what his mother said to him when he was a blank flanked colt.
“Buckler, when things get tough for you, power through the pain and don’t let the feelings get to you. Push your body to the limits, but don’t go past your limits”
The smile on his mother’s face had solidified his body and power of will. By the time he finished his flashback, he had already made it to the wall of sacks filled with Rock and dirt... the battle had already ended.

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With the battle won (again apparently), Shell shock, Mud flash and canyon had met the exhausted blue buckler on their way back and had agreed to tell buckler what was the purpose of the wierd guns strapped to their hooves.

They made it to the barracks and went to the main armory where they show a blueprint of the contraption. Apparently its called a grappling harpoon, a tool that helps the user to fly through the air. It uses a compressed air cansiter strapped to the sides of the wearer to launch the harpoon, and once the harpoon sticks to something, the anchors activate and pull the wearer of the contraption towards the hooked harpoon. once the wearer wants to move on to another position, the wearer just pulls the bottom trigger and the harpoons release and get stored back into the gun via spring pulley which gets disbled when the harpoon is fired using the top trigger.

Now that buckler had a good Idea of what those guns are (apparently named Grappling harpoon), he was now thinking of some improvements that could be made to improve the quality of use, but since buckler had no Idea what it feels to use it, he brushed off the ideas, storing them in his mental archives.

“Also next week, we’ll be going on a scavenging expedition with your wife” Canyon rolled up the blueprint and stored it in one of the lockers.

The word ‘wife’ has buckler surprised and confused at the same time which resulted in him correcting canyon
“Uhmm.. Canyon, Citrus and I aren't married”

Buckler could have sworn canyon had a devious grin when he left the room saying:
“Look under your pipbuck dimwit”

In curiosity buckler had moved his pipbuck aside only to find scar cut to look like the cutie mark of the princess of love: cadence, buckler slightly gasps to see that the scar was a few months old. He needed to talk to Rosebud when he gets home.

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3-DAYS LATER

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after days of living with Rosebud, he had been used to the daily life of crater-town. He also found that the currency in the wasteland are crowns of glass soda bottles they call 'caps'. With all this information, he could finally survive the wasteland (inside cratertown at least). Although one small thing had been bugging buckler for a quite some time now.
if this city was built in and on top of a missile crater, then how were they able to get rid of the radiation?

buckler thinks about one of the posibilities while sitting on an old and rusted office chair, staring at the dirty ceiling as Buckler fiddles with the buttons and dials of his bullet holed pipbuck. As he sits there, the squeak of the wooden door catches his attention, taking him out of his trance.

“Buckler i’m home”
The Oh-so-Familiar voice of Rosebud Citrus shouts from the door, the sound of the door closing coming after her shout.

“Let me cook dinner tonight”
Buckler offers citrus who was holding on the metal box holding what seems to be radhog meat and taking it from rosebud to put somewhere near the improvised grill.

“aww radhog? I hate meat.. A~nd i’m pretty sure rosebud does too”
He internally says to himself grabbing the metal box and firing up the improvised grill, filling it up with the branches of charred trees that are just outside of crater-town.

“I’ll call you when it’s ready okay?”
Buckler says to rosebud to which rosebud smiles and nods, although the nice feeling filled the home, the happines had not lasted when a frown stuck on rosebud’s face when she spotted buckler’s pipbuck just after buckler had turned around to tend to the meat he was cooking.