Author's Note

This is a crossover between Mad Max and mlp.
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Ch 1; A Long Road Ahead.

The Wasteland, a scorching hot desert that crushes your soul. A place where ponies snap against the weight of the wastes. a weight that builds over time that can even snap the nicest pony. From bandits to the east, to old shipwrecks in the west. This used to be a wonderful place full of friendship....so I have been told.

Until Balefire bombs scorched the whole planet leaving only a dry desert in its wake. Only scattered groups of ponies managed to survive. Nowadays Equestria is a long empty desert wasteland with ponies like me, scavenging scrap metal to add new modifications to their cars to take on the wasteland and those who inhabit it. Or maybe you come across the very few who only scavenge for more valuable items. Like gasoline, guns and ammo, food, water, and most importantly cap’s.

It’s all for survival and out here it's survival of the fittest….

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A warm wind blew across the landscape, kicking up sand as it went.
A single pony out in the wasteland all alone with just sand for miles and no settlements in sight.

“Come on! Work you piece of shit!”

I turn the key furiously in the keyhole to start it up. The buggy only sputtered, then died shortly after. She’s broken down out in the middle of nowhere an easy target for bandits.
I slammed my hoof on the dashboard frustrated.
Looks like I’ll have to push…

I hopped out of the buggy feeling the hot sand under my hooves. The blistering sun shining down on the only pony for miles, just pushing his broken down buggy through the desert.
On and on I pushed leaving tire tracks in the sand as I went.

Sweat drenched my face, dripping off my mane and bandana from the blistering sun’s ray’s. I muttered some colorful words up to the goddesses and quickly wiped it away continuing to push the metal machine forward. It seemed like there were no buildings in sight except until something caught my eyes underneath my goggle’s.

An old garage

Pushing faster with all my strength I could. It came closer and closer into view an old brown garage, The brown paint fading from the scorching heat. The metal door was opened inviting me inside. With one last push with my aching hoofs and strained muscles.

the buggy rolls inside.

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In the shade inside of a gloomy looking garage. It looked like somepony lived here with tools strewn all over along with parts of cars from old tires in the corner to rusty brown engine blocks accompanied by Scraps of metal lay to rest scattered around, which I happily picked up and placed in a saddlebag steady filling with metal scrap.
Thump, Thump, clink!

What was that…? I looked up, about to pick up more sheet metal until startled from the noise. Wildly backing up to the safety of the buggy reaching for the holster where a double barreled shotgun rested. Scanning around with my eyes, which were still adjusting to the darkness.

“How convenient for a bandit to trot in here nonchalantly…”

A deep voice rumbled through the darkness. I could've sworn I heard another machine startup whirring softly slowly getting louder.
BLAM! BLAM!

Quick drawing my double barreled and fired two bursts in the strangers direction. But the voice was heard on the other side of where I once heard it.

“Heheh...cute…”
The pony spoke mockingly in a deep voice.

Two more shells levitated out of my pack enveloped in a soft white hue. I stuffed the shells in and closed the gun rather quickly as it loudly snapped shut in my haste.

A loud whirring assaulted my ears feeling the tip of it chipped off. I ducked, falling to the floor as I aimed the shotgun up at my attacker. A large pony stood where I once did. Wearing little armor on his body. His underbelly exposed. The whirring noise was a saw blade connected to a robotic looking hoof.

Most noticeably the pony wore a welding mask over his face and part of his yellow muzzle, and he thought I was the bandit….

Snapping out of my thoughts the whirling blade landed closely to my head. Spark’s flying as the blade cut through the floor burning my hoofs. My attacker raised the blade again, this time coming down towards my face!

Using my shotgun to deflect the blade by holding out in between my face and the blade.

More spark’s flew as loud a screeching noise filled the room as my shotgun was sawed in half.
Once the screeching stopped, the larger pony knocked the shotgun away with a swipe of his hoof.

I panicked.
Scrambling to my hoofs to try to fight back I got in a ready stance and thrusted my hoof forward....

The pain was indescribable, it was like punching a brick wall! I could hear a crunch as a cry escaped my lips holding my hoof in pain.
The taller pony didn't seem to flinch as he struck my cheek sending me hurling back and slamming into the side of my buggy.

The taller pony approached.

Grabbing a rusty pipe in his hoof letting it grind against the wall with a metal
tink tink tink
every time it hit something.
My back pressed up against the side of the buggy flailing my hoofs,

“Wait!”

The mysterious pony stopped…tilting his head to one side, the black visor staring straight into my soul. He watched as I reached into my leather jacket and pulled out...

A bottle cap.

This bottlecap is special to me, I hated to get rid of my lucky bottlecap to this Goliath.
I held it out for the pony to see. A bright blue star was imprinted on the bottom of it. The pony swiped the bottle cap from my hoof, holding it up to the dimming light from the outside.

“T-that’s a very rare bottle cap that I can give you. If, you help me repair my vehicle.”

The pony looked at the cap then down at me seemingly thinking about his options.
Finally he nods, pocketing the cap in his armor.

“So, What seems to be the problem with your hunk of junk.

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Things seemed to turn out better than I thought. The pony let me stay in his garage, and offered me a Sparkle-cola and bandages for my hoof as an added bonus then began fixing up my wasteland buggy.

I’m not gonna lie it was awkward. Me the pony that barged into this ponies home, attacked him, just offers him a rare bottle cap and is now watching him work on your vehicle that got you here in the first place.
Not the most craziest day out here in the wastes….

The vehicle was raised off the floor using a rusty old jack. The mechanic pony laid underneath it his hoof saw blade doing its work. A radio blasted old wasteland tunes, tunes from an old radio station in the background.
I leaned up against the wall, ice cold Sparkle-Cola in hoof.

“Hey, I never asked what’s your name?” I had to yell over the loud saxophone playing from the radio.
He didn’t hear me, I crouch underneath to get at the same level as him.

“Wrench?”
Was his only response.
I roll my eyes using my magic to slide a wrench over to him.
The mechanic pony caught it with his opposite hoof and started working.

“What’s your name?”

“Why do you want to know? Is it because we’re now ‘friends’ so we have to share names?”
The mechanic asked in a joking tone, continuing his work.
He’s probably smirking under that mask of his.

“I did want to ask you though; What the hell did you do? You trying to be like the road warrior? The whole engine is fried and riddled with bullet holes!”

He was right, what did I do. It’s my fault cockily fighting off bandit’s when I was the one intruding. As a shortcut to my destination.

“Well, it’s a long complicated story that’s also quite funny…”
I stated, smiling the most convincing smile I could.
The mechanic raised an eyebrow at that statement.

“I….drove through bandit territory near the highway. Off I-85, as a shortcut to my destination, I’m just a merchant trying to get to the greatest city in the wasteland!
Las Pegasus.”

I said the cities name with emithy. Is really is the greatest city, where it’s said you can both earn and lose your caps from the large casino built there.
It’s my type of heaven.

But surely that gave the mechanic just met more ammunition to make fun of me.
“Las Pegasus?!?!”
He quickly burst out into a fit of laughter.

“A kid like you aren’t going to survive five minutes!”

“I’ll show you! Soon after your done with my buggy I’m heading there now! It’s a four day drive from here, not to mention the dangerous terrain on the way..”
I shot back, whispering the last part hoping he wouldn’t hear.

“Well...your out of luck there.”

He rolled out from underneath the vehicle and stood up, covered head to hoof in oil.

“Your buggy is a piece of junk that's falling apart at the seams. The engine is fried the axle is cracked, and the tires are almost deflated. Your going to be here for awhile.”
That’s what did it, I sat on my haunches and sigh.

“Is there something we can do?”

He tapped his metal hoof to his chin ruffling up his chin hair, then sighed defeatedly.

”There’s The Junkyard it’s near here. It’s just down the road, a pitstop off the highway. Maybe that’ll work. We’ll head there tomorrow to gather part’s.”

“T-tomorrow? Yeah, that works. Sounds like a deal.”

I tried smiling at him again, which only made the mechanic shake his head then roll back under the vehicle. I finished my Sparkle-cola, keeping the bottle cap and throwing the bottle out into the sandy desert.

Curiously poking around the garage some more on the metal workbench lay a pre-war postcard. A postcard that was badly faded out due to age.
I barely could make out the picture;

It showed another mechanic pony wearing a blue jacket with a tool belt, smiling proudly next to a really classy sports car. If only those cars were salvageable.
At least if somepony ever found one. I took the postcard for safekeeping.

After all the excitement from today all I wanted to do was relax, The mechanic pony luckily had a spare old mattress. He let me rest in the garage, and that’s what I did.

I rested my head down on the mattress not bothering taking off my goggles and bandana, setting them on the nearby workbench, even with how noisy it was inside the garage I fell asleep..

It’s going to be a long road ahead...