Total Wasteland
Episode 3
“Relics”
by
DarkMalcontent
Proofs and Polish by Alisia

Exterior of Vault 88, Quincy Quarry - 2287

Popping open a small plastic pouch from his belt pouch, Knight pulled out a single pill with the word “RADX” written on it’s side. Looking it over for half a second for damage, he popped it into his mouth and dry swallowed it with a distasteful grumble coming from him as he did. “Never get used to these things.”

“They are pretty vital.” Sunset, or S-537, said in response. “Thankfully I don’t have to use any myself.” She walked with him, hauling her own small bag of supplies on her right shoulder, the re-enforced lab coat fluttering as they walked.

“Must be nice.” Knight responded, stepping over a series of destroyed blocks of quartz that had been weathered with age. “Not having to worry about radiation. It was the first and most important thing I was taught in survival classes.” He offered a hand to help her over the debris.

“No doubt. Radiation is very dangerous to a fully organic life form.” Sunset smiled as she leapt down from the long drop, landing with ease and no apparent need for his help. “But I was referring to the fact it’s better for YOU that I don’t. I’m not good as a burden and less RADX for you makes our chances of success drop.” She kept walking, somewhat indifferent to his offer.

“Right.” He adjusted his shoulder sling on his rifle and stepped to catch up, the Geiger counter on his Pipboy ticking a bit more persistently. “Seems like we’re getting close. Intel said Vault 88 was built into the side of a rock quarry, but the rock quarry…” he said, looking up and sighing at the landscape. Littered with orange and white barrels all with the hazardous material warning on them lay strewn about, some even still leaking and broken. “...Was also like so many other places...a waste dump towards the end of the war.”

“Strange.” Sunset widened her eyes. “Why would a world that needed basic building materials like one would get from a quarry contaminate their own supplies like this?” she jumped down a dangerous distance and landed easily again, her exterior shell much more durable despite it’s seemingly normal skin.

“Towards the end, if I remember correctly...” Knight leapt down and grunted, falling forward into her arms as he lost his footing. Surprised but thankful he stood up, using her as a steady point. “Thanks.” He dusted himself off. “Towards the end, they were running out of places to store the stuff. The side effect of using nothing BUT nuclear power.”

“I’ll say.” Sunset replied bluntly. “The byproduct of all the extraordinary energy had to be stored somewhere. It makes--” she turned her head towards a distant doorway built into the rocks.

“Yeah,” he simply responded, the plasma rifle on his back coming to bear as he crouched down and stared at the same place. Having both heard the movement, their weapons were already primed, her Institute laser pistol ready.

Knight didn’t have the same systems at his disposal as his teammate did. He was flesh and bone for the most part save a cybernetic right arm. The old training from his military service never really went away. Despite being seen as a lesser soldier being an engineer, he still had the training to keep himself alive if need be, and it had kicked in just as his companions sensors had.

A battle cry that sounded like a guttural growl came from the doorway. At the same time a grenade came flying from up apong on the rocks. Several raiders, all dressed in mismatched and scavenged clothing, popped from the doorways along the side and began firing at the two travelers.

“Grenade!” Knight shouted, racing forward and diving behind a set of rattling catwalk railing for cover. At the same time he glanced back to see Sunset moving the opposite way, out of instinct no doubt, and into the line of fire. She paid little mind to the several shots on the ground in front of her as they were both firing wildly towards the raiders. “Down, get behind something!” he shouted, pulling up the smart sight on his rifle.

Sighting several up top on the ridge of the rocks, he tagged two of them with bursts of fire, the plasma rounds hitting them in the chest and shoulder. The burning continued and sent them to the ground howling in pain before they fully expired. The third one he shot exploded in a flash as the round hit dead on and the attacker turned to a bubbling pile of green plasma residue.

Several rounds hit near Knight’s shoulder, making him recoil for cover, giving him a moment to check on Sunset again. She was firing wildly, which wasn’t very helpful from her place behind a abandoned trailer. Peeking from behind his rocky cover, he spied a set of four, including one in power armor, or what passed for it in raider terms. Welded plates and rigged up armor sheets covered the apparent leader’s chassis.

“Look out, that one’s the problem you morons!” she yelled, coming to the same conclusion Knight had of her, the voice emitting from a crackling speaker. A long armor plated finger pointed at his location as she shouted new orders. “Kill that fucker, NOW!”

Knight narrowed his eyes as he saw the remaining gang turn their attention towards him. Ducking back as a new salvo of pipe rifle and rifle rounds glanced off the rocks, kicking up dust and knocking off more and more rocks from his cover. Turning his plasma rifle’s dial to full auto, he leaned the barrel out and started firing suppression fire at the main cluster of his attackers. Most shots went wild and hit nothing but the ground or remaining structures, but one shot as luck would have it rang true and struck a support strut on the last few sets of catwalks above two of the raiders. Before they could react, the heavy barrels of radioactive material crushed them both, their cries cut short as the entire overhang went down.

“Starky and Bill are--” the last girl said, her leader cutting her short with a shove towards Knight’s location.

“Shut up and flush him out, but don’t kill him. He’ll be useful.” The raider in power armor chuckled deviously, her intentions clear with her tone.

“Oh good, that’s what I need.” Knight leaned back in and spoke under his breath while reloading a new plasma cartridge into the butt of his rifle. Pulling the slide back the main receiver whined back to life as he turned back, sighting down his rifle to the pair of now vanished attackers. “Shit.”

“Aww what’s the matter, lost me?” a taunting voice said, the sound of approaching footfalls above him sending his glance upwards. The non armored girl dropped down on him, barely missing his neck with her handmade blade, sparks flying as it connected to the rocks. “Hold still you piece of meat!”

Knight moved quickly to keep alive, ducking back from another slice from the girl, letting out a grunt of his own. Backhanding her with his real hand, his rifle went flying behind her, leaving him with just close quarters combat. Glancing toward Sunset, he couldn’t see her, but those were the least of his worries as the raider engaged again, her blade missing his side and grazing his fake arm, sounding a dull metal on metal echo.

“Some sorta freak show, ain’t ya?” she grinned widely. “That's ok, meat don’t need to have all it’s parts, just what's between those legs.” She slashed and then tackled him into the rocky cliff, knocking the wind out of him nearly. “GOT YA!”

Knight grunted and tried to recover, his footing failing him and sending him sliding down to the ground. Looking up he groaned as the girl hit him square in the chest, stunning him. Coughing in response, he kicked her own legs down and her body twisted midfail. The sickening sound of her own blade impaling her in the chest brought her sounds to an end. “I've heard of aggressive come ons but that's a bit too much.” He sat up and dusted himself off.

Rolling to stand up properly he reached his plasma rifle, stopping short of picking it up as a shotgun cocked loudly above him. The leader held a modified combat shotgun, aimed down on him from an elevated position just to his left.

“Dont worry handsome. I'll be gentle.” Her voice crackled and then she chuckled. Her loud steps in the power armor echoing on the catwalk. Moving towards him she trained her sights carefully, the gridiron improvised shielding she’d welded to the chest barely giving anyone a fair shot at her face from below. “Now that you finished off my girls, seems it's only fair I take their fair share of your ass for myself.”

“Ya think that's entirely smart?” Knight raised his hands and stared up at her. “Males must really be useful if you could lose a whole squad and still only worry about me.” He kept her talking as he eyed up the catwalk supports. They looked as decrepit as the rest but he would need his rifle.

“You should really shut up.” The power armor creaked a moment as she changed her position. “I'm going to take my time with you. Really enjoy myself. Been too long since I've had a good-” A series of three shots rang from behind the leader, causing her to freeze in place.

“Fuck!” she cursed as her power armor whined in protest. The fusion core Sunset had shot free falling to the ground and leaving her almost entirely immobile. She still had enough energy to open fire at Knight however. The first shot hit him square in the real shoulder, sending him spinning and out of the rest of her few desperate shots. The helmet of the armor popped open as a safety precaution and the alarms alerted the raider her armor was on empty now.

“Told ya you shouldn’t have been focusing on me.” Knight grunted, his roll to his rifle causing him untold amounts of pain with the buckshot in his shoulder. Despite the anguish, he lined up a sloppy shot and fired at the support struts of the catwalk sending the last threat into the radioactive water.

“You fucking asshole. I'll kill you I’ll-” was all her final screams could muster as the catwalk pinned her exit valves on her armor and drug her beneath the water. A maelstrom of displacement bubbles surfaced as the useless armor that was the raiders tomb sunk out of sight.

Knight relaxed and grunted as he tried to stand, surprised at how quickly Sunset had made it to him to help. “Easy, Knight. I've got ya,” she said, helping him hobble to the edge of the water.

The bubbles lessened and finally a few final ones were all that came up as the raider inevitably drowned in her suit. Knight pulled out a stimpak and shoved it into his arm that had taken the hit, the healing slow but steady as it knotted back together. “Nice shot.” He smiled at her.

“Thank you. I was waiting for the perfect moment.” Sunset responded as she helped him into the doorway they originally stopped at. “Looks like some raiders had made camp before we arrived.”

“No kidding.” He chuckled at her statement. “Nothing we couldn’t handle.”

“Nah.” She smiled at him and kept holding him up with remarkable strength. “Nothing at all.”

Holstering his rifle a bit more securely, Knight walked straight passed the walled single makeshift rooms and into the back where a community room made by the raider’s sat, then he checked the map on his Pipboy. Looking around to oriente himself, he finally turned sharply left and stared at a bookcase. “There. Behind that.”

Sunset reluctantly let him walk towards the hidden entrance, his stimpak working the wonder it was supposed to on his injuries, and began to help him move the shelve. Heavier than it looked, the two grunted while the wood strained as it shoved aside and revealed a large open cavern entrance. Dusting off his hands, Knight pushed a button on the side of his Pipboy. A shoulder mounted flashlight rose, coming to life and lighting up the way in front of him. “Stay behind me. Any other crazed rapists come at us, it’ll be me they come after.”

“You mean raiders?”

“Same difference it seems,” he said gruffly, aiming his rifle in front of him with the green piping on the side flashing ready.

“Are you alright?” she hesitantly asked as interaction with humans clearly was not her forte. She received nothing but silence as his figure disappeared into the shadow of the cave. The uncertainty of human interaction was one of the few handicaps Sunset had. Searching her database of information, she noticed her companion leave her sight and quickly moved to catch up as the darkness overtook Sunset’s figure as well.

The footsteps were their only company for the moment until the two came to a halt as the catwalk they were on creaked and strained with age.”Uh oh.” Knight said softly.

“Corrosive agents present, coupled with decades of wear. We need to watch our step. You especially.” Sunset commented, stepping more precisely on the flooring. “I could take a fall. You might be able to.”

“Noted.” Knight said, replacing his bold steps with delicate motions as his destination came to within reach: A mounted door control console with a security plate over the main coupler firing switch. Layers of dust pushed aside to reveal a link port to open it. “Ah ha. Here we go,” he said softly, his shoulder lighting moving a bit erratic as he shifted in place to unlock an analog linking wire from his pipboys rear panel. Tugging the cord out for some slack, he blew another puff of dust from the port and finally linked in.

“Universal interfaces.” Sunset mentioned, looking around the cavern slowly. “Handy and quaint.” she slowly opened her own light around, a simple hand tool with the institute logo. “These look like weapons fire. Looks like someone tried to open this door before.”

Knight’s face was glued to his Pipboy display as she spoke to him. “No doubt the automated defenses cut them down. Thankfully I'm bypassing those now. No doubt the synth scouts had a similar bypass or we’d not have got any info--” a massive set of gears and motors began moving in the distance finally. “-at all.”

Several more jarring sounds filled the rocky cavern, each louder and more complex in their interaction. The massive inner workings of the vault’s door was coming back to life with the motors of the main interlocking arm gripping the door, echoing in their ears. Finally with a groan of metal on metal, the huge cog like door pulled itself free and slid to the side, bathing the two in yellow flashing lights from inside. The final crunch of the door sang as it came into its final resting place, fading from Knight’s ears signaled him to start his decent down from the ledge. “Alright, let's get down there.”

“Already on it. Reading radiation levels higher than normal but not life threatening, Knight.” Sunset already had her counter out and its needle twitched ever so slowly as she said that. “Recon reported same levels. No apparent changes.” She continued as the catwalk up to the massive entryway groaned under her movement. Several sets of footprints in ages worth of dust were the only signs of life. “No one but the recon team has been through here,” she informed in a manner-of-fact tone as she stared down at the dust.

“Why do you say that?” Knight asked as he hurried in behind her, his shoulder light beam dancing around carelessly as he navigated the catwalks. “Can you tell shoe size?” he joked.

“Yes.” Sunset replied and stared a moment longer, a subtle twisting in her irises gave the slightest hint of her internal processors working. “Not to mention depth of dust and the slight stagger XJ-71 has.” She stood up straight and continued through to the main lobby and screening area.

Knight silently gave a wider eyed expression as she continued to impress him. “Makes me wonder why I'm even here,” he said softly, his boots kicking up dust bunnies as he looked around the ceiling. “Structural damage is...damn near zero,” he commented, the engineer in him coming to the surface.

“For all my database and software, the one thing I lack is the more chaotic nature of the human brain.” Sunset answered as she kept moving forward, picking up a overturned table and setting it straight. “I could easily clean this place up. But I couldn’t do what needs to be done with it without your expertise.”

“Not sure why not. I learned from teachers who learned from books.” He twisted in place and checked the wiring that was hanging loosely from a ceiling panel. “Hmm. May need new conduit in some places. Something's been chewing on that.” He made mention offhand, startled as he turned to face Sunset who had silently returned to mere inches from him.

“Books and technical manuals can have uses.” The light in her hand disappearing as she conserved its powercell. “But no one still alive has had any field experience in over two hundred years. For you, it was days ago, perception wise.”

Knight felt a chill run down his spine as she reminded him of the utterly incredible situation he was in. He was, for all intents and purposes, the last engineer upward and mobile for a hundred miles. Based on what Dr. Shimmer had said he was the only intelligent male for hundreds of miles too. He shook off that creeping lonely feeling and went back to assessing. “Well let's get to the power room. Fusion generator should be hot still.” Knight cleared his throat and walked down a hallway to the left of the screening room they were in. “Be careful. Who knows what sort of ghosts are still here,” he said jokingly.

***

Appalachia Commonwealth, Vault 76 - 2102

“Well this is a bust.” Mal commented, kicking the remains of a skeleton, a long lost soul trying to get into the vault during the war no doubt. “I was hoping for something more grand.”

“What were you expecting? A parade? It was a war. A big war.” Sigma, a fellow vault dweller and brilliant ecologist asked as he adjusted his own vault suit. Checking over his Pipboy he stared at the readings. “Looks like the radiation played havoc on the landscape and the weather. More so than we were thinking.”

Mal knelt down at a fresher corpse and looked it over. “Not looking good. This one's fresher.” He stripped the girls corpse of a machete, the deathgrip on it snapping a few fingers. “Not ballistic. But not plasma. Looks laser based,” he commented on her wounds, covering his nose. “But still quite a while ago.”

“Must you field strip the dead?” a third voice asked, a female and almost aristocratic tone in her voice. A pale pink colored girl adjusted her own Pipboy, the suit she was in was identical to their own. The blue fabric and gold piping gave any casual observer evidence they were brand new, and completely out of place.

“Yes, Puffy. I must.” Mal answered, collecting a handgun from the corpse as well and a crumpled up letter. “This isn’t going to be easy on anyone whose prepared for the cut-throat nature were about to meet. Let alone the more, shall we say, delicate experts from our vault.” He latched the machete to his back and pulled the dead girls clothes off, rummaging through them. “Besides, with that fashion eye that you've got you surely need a new outfit.” He snickered and stood up, offering the clothing.

“Ugh. Please. Someone died in those.” Puffy scoffed and walked off towards a set of stairs heading down from the platform they were on. “I wouldn't be caught dead in--” Her voice cut short as several red laser blasts hit her in the shoulder, chest and temple. The last shot ended her life without a further word, sending her body ragdoll and rolling down the stairs.

“Down!” Mal yelled and pushed Sigma to the concrete while drawing the newly discovered pistol to a readied stance. “Looks like we were expected!”

“Puffy! Puffy!” Sigma shouted and looked at her rolling corpse, the last throes of post mortem twitching shaking out of her. “She's dead! She's dead!”

“I know Sig!” Mal knocked his companion in the back of the head. “This wasn't going to be pretty we all knew that. Now stay down and shut up!” he changed his position and peeked over at the source of the shots. “This is why they put people like me with you eggheads.”

2287

Mal snapped his eyes open from his meditation. The reality of his here and now swept back to his brain and his mutated features lit up with a sudden surge of awareness. Looking over at his sleeping companion, he checked his Pipboy and looked back to the sunrise. He admired it for half a moment before standing up and picking up his clothing from the nights activities. He wouldn't call it love making, more of a business exchange.

“Sun always rises.” He muttered softly. “You were right Sig. Sun always comes back.” He put his shirt on and tightened his belt after he tucked it into his waistband. “Should have learned to duck though.” He chuckled as he walked over to Dash and nudged her semi nude form.

The companion he kept for several years now stirred and a groan of protest came out of her crumpled form. Another shove from his boot woke her up more. “Aww come on. What time is it?” she checked the horizon. “Not even sunrise? Fuck me.” She flopped her head back down.

“Already did that. Let's go. We have to get to the Nuka World parking lot today,” he said as he began gathering his items and breaking camp quickly. “Come on. No time for breakfast or any other pleasantries.”

“Oh for cripes sake, Mal. I'm not even awake.” Dash began to haphazardly assemble her clothing and rebuckle her harness straps.

“Here,” he pulled a vial from his pocket on his jacket and tossed it: Daybreaker written across it. “This should get you going.”

Dash's bloodshot eyes lit up as if she'd been given a piece of candy as she examined it. Pushing the end of the vial a small needle popped out, causing her to grin in anticipation.”Who needs breakfest when I've got this.” She jammed the needle into the crook of her elbow and the chemical cocktail emptied into her.

A shiver ran through the girl's entire body as she lost hold of the empty vial. It clattered to the ground harmlessly as the euphoria washed over her and brought her senses back. Lazy eyes gazed forward as the rush peeked and sent another wave up through her in reverse, sending her up to her bare feet. She stretched and flexed her muscles in a state of invincibility that she felt. “Fuckin’ awesome!” she almost growled in pleasure.

“Yes. It is.” Mal smirked as his remark no doubt missed her senses completely in it's TRUE meaning. He finished packing as his half naked companion did the same at a faster pace.

She gave his body a few extra squeezes and kisses as she raced to ready herself, the chemical doing its job. “Alright let's get this shit going! Ain't nothing going to stop us, Mal!” she hoisted her backpack and walked ahead of him briefly as the surplus energy she had burned away.

Taking a white box from his shoulder pack, the ancient survivor of vault 76 peered in with his equally ancient eyes. Noticing he had 4 left, he took a cigarette and chewed the filter a bit before lighting it. Snapping the brass lighter shut like clockwork, he turned to face his hyper strung out lover, chasing after her direction.

***

The final ghoul dropped dead to the floor of the reactor room, the sickening thud of its squishy flesh signaling its departure. Knight ejected an empty chrome canister from his plasma accelerator, the hollow metal echoing in his ear softly.

“Well.” Sunset said, standing up from her hiding spot near the entrance of the room. “I have to hand it to you, you're much better at combat than I could ever hope to be.” The leather holster she slid her sidearm into latched shut as she turned to him. “That's not a standard plasma weapon is it?”

Knight pulled an identical plasma cartridge from his side pouch, inserting it slickly into the top loading port of his rifle. “No. It's a custom build. I had the lab whip it up from what little I could remember.” He cocked the side and his weapon whined to life with a full charge again. He looked over the small panel on the side for a moment and then slung it to his shoulder by its strap. “As much as I enjoyed the civil engineering elements of my life, everyone should have a hobby.”

Sunset nodded gradually as he said that, slowly comprehending its meaning. “You, as a non-combat zone engineer, enjoyed lethal weaponry?” she asked finally, walking with him towards a massive power unit that took up half the room they were in. Her eyes darted to the left to a small table a ghoul wearing a vault suit had fallen. She knelt down and picked up the item, a rectangular keycard with the vault tec on it.

“Ironically, yes.” He chuckled as his hands explored the dusty keyboard and monitors on the fusion reactor. Dials and readouts long since forgotten still danced with life, carefully re-adjusting themselves and staying shy of a meltdown. “I enjoyed building, but I always wanted to know more about what destroyed the things I built.” He finished as he threw a large knife switch from the up to the down position on the unit. “There we go.”

The groan of several small turbines spun to life inside the unit before them. Slowly gaining momentum as decades if not centuries of dust and lack of upkeep was whisked away from inside. The lights in the room flickered and began to glow brighter with full power reaching them. The whining of the reactor coincided with several arcing bolts of electrical power now visible inside the machines viewing screen. “Hey, we may have gotten--”

“WARNING. CRYOGENIC STASIS FAILURE. ALL MAINTENANCE AND RESPONSE TEAMS TO SECTION PCS-1 IMMEDIATELY.” a crackling yet absurdly loud computer voice shouted through the loudspeakers of the room they stood in. “Failure in pods 1, 2, 4. Pod 2 holding at status yellow. Warning. Pod 2 has sustained significant structural damage.”

“Well that's not promising.” Knight shouldered his rifle and brought the sight to his eye level. “Come on, let's go see who's left alive.”

“Alive? I don't understand there are no records indicating any life pods or storage containers for this vault!” Sunset gave an alarmed response as she stumbled up the stairs with her escort directly in front of her.

“Clearly recon didn't do all their homework.” He answered back, eyes front and following his gun sight and light beams as he secured the tight hallways of the deserted vault. “Clear so far. Move up. Follow the arrows.” He motioned his head to a sequence of lit arrows indicating where the alarm was coming from. “This place is user friendly at least.”

“Maybe we should not be running into an unknown room with unknown variables?” Sunset offered as they rounded a corner and stopped at a large sealed door.

“Terminals locked. Can you do anything with it?” Knight scouted forwards and back behind the way they came. “We’re clear for now.”

“Maybe we don't want to open this door just yet. Ever think of that?” Sunset offered again, her tone more aggressive but mildly frightened. Still, she began to type away at the terminal and ran a bypass program.

“We need to shut that alarm off or it'll attract something more unpleasant than an automated recording.” He replied and leaned closer. “Wait can't you just plug in?”

Sunset scoffed. “That's not how a synth works.” She balled her fists up a moment in frustration. “I am made of mainly organic parts. I eat. I sleep. I don't plug in like a toaster!” she crossed her arms and stared at him, the alarm still sounding.

Knight smiled and nodded to her. “I apologize. Please see if you can open the door so we can turn the alarm off?” he smiled more at the end of his request. “Before a deathclaw or worse comes wandering in?”

Sunset redoubled her efforts at that previously unthought scenario he presented and within 4 tries she'd opened the door for them. The seal broke on the door and cobwebs wisp away as it did.

Knight walked in first and secured the room, motioning for her to enter as well. He looked to the left side of the room and saw four cyropods, each with a different colored plaque on the front, all seemingly sealed. The other side housed the computer terminal making so much noise, several lines of errors on its flickering screen. “I'm assuming that's it?”

“WARNING. BREACH OF PCS-1 BY UNAUTHORIZED PERSONS. ENACT LEVEL 1 RESPONSE.”

“Oh we so need to shut that down.” Sunset worriedly pointed out as she typed away at the controls. Navigating through sub menus and different options, several keywords seemed encrypted or corrupted. “Half of this isn’t workable. I think I can turn this off though.”

“Level 1 gas canisters primed. Releasing in 20 seconds.” the computer warned.

“Oh you realllly need to turn that off now, Sunset!” Knight glanced around the ceiling and noticed several turrets ready to fire their payload at them.

“Almost got it.” Sunset answered back, her eyes scanning back and forth as she found the menu she needed and hit abort. “Got it!”

“STANDING DOWN. WELCOME. THIS IS YOUR AUTOMATED OVERSEER PROGRAM. NO ALL CLEAR HAS BEEN RECEIVED FROM VAULT TEC HQ. PLEASE ENTER YOUR KEYCARD FOR RELEASE SEQUENCE.”

“We're good for now according to this.” Sunset typed casually as she sat down at the monitor. Peering at the lines of words, she began to assess the situation. “Looks like a long term sleep study maybe? Hard to tell. Most of the data is corrupted.” She continued typing. “Pod one is labeled “C”...and the rest I can't make out.

Knight walked over to the first pod and brushed the window clean, startling at the skeleton inside with several broken seals on the side of the unit. “In this case, C is for Corpse.” He sighed.

“L and C, pods 2 and 4 are offline too.” She sighed and ran a hand through her hair. “They at least died in their sleep.”

“All of’em?” he tapped the third pods window softly, trying to peer in.

“No.” she paused and typed a few more keys. “Pod 3 is a student of some sort. Life signs stable.”

“This student got a name?” he squinted and brushed more frost from the glass, barely making out a lavender toned woman of 30 years in a peaceful dream state.

“Twilight.” Sunset responded. “Twilight Sparkle.” She turned back as she answered. “She's been asleep for at least 220 years.”

[Hard cut to Black]
[End of episode]
[Instrumental version of Virtual Insanity]

Author's Note

Well that was certainly a good place to cut to black! ;)

Stay tuned for more! Let us know what you think, what you hate, what you like, what you wanta know more about! Keep in mind this is an Alternate Universe NOT connected to Equestria Girls, but uses many elements of both the Pony World and the EG world.

I wanted to make a melding of the two, and didn't want to step on the folks at Fallout Equestria's toes..er..hooves?

Thanks!