INTRODUCTION

“You never saw this. This didn't happen. You tell anyone, and you're a dead pony!”

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War...

“Delegates and Representatives of Equestria. It is my distinguished honor, to present The Princess of Equestria!”

“Once upon a time, in the magical land of Equestria…”

“My little ponies... I ask you to place your trust in this nation, and your Princess. I am here today to declare a state of war, against a nation that we were at peace with, but no longer, the tribal empire of The Zebra Lands.”

Zebra Caesar demands withdrawal of Equestrians from coal trade...

“Damnit! Stop arguing! This isn’t just a test! Do you understand me!? WE are going to die, if we don’t get to the stable right now!"

Equestria signs gem embargo, to cut supply to The Zebra Lands.

“We... we do have coming in... that’s um... confirmed reports of... balefire detonations... My Celestia…”

“You and your daughter qualified goddess damn you! If you’re not coming... then SHE is without you! Now hand her over!”

Zebras lose 90% gem supply due to embargo.

“Sir! We just lost contact with Canterlot! Permission to launch our payloads!?”

Littlehorn Attacked: Princesses address nation today. War is declared. Equestria enters national war production drive.

“TELL THEM TO FIRE EVERYTHING!”

“There can be no peace in the world, until the military power of The Zebra Lands is destroyed. To do that, we are now in the process of arming our nation with the basic power of the universe. The force from which the sun itself draws its power, will be loosed against the Zebras who brought war to Equestria. It is called the Megaspell.”

“Clear the way! They’re here! Clear the stable door!”

“Its firepower will be unequaled in all of history. War has forever been changed!”

“Ssshhh Ssshhh… Mommy... Mommy is gone now sweetie... You’ll be staying here from now on...”

But war... war never changes...

Static”...-nd it looks like the fire is out everypony. A record breaking number of buildings have been destroyed due to the inferno that blazed through downtown Dynasty last night. I’ll tell you, our neighbors up above are not giving us any breaks. We’re being told that the fire may have been possible to contain, if we had not had the unfortunate experience of high winds in the area. We encourage everypony who resides in Dynasty to contact local authorities if they have any information on who this suspected arsonist might be. Be on the look out for anypony who might associate themselves with groups that include, but are not limited to: The Ste-...”Static

I growled as my magic rotated the radio’s dial, tuning it off so to shut myself away from the world around me. For Celestia’s sake, how many times are they going to broadcast that? I looked down at my Pipbuck, anxiously tapping my forehoof against the counter. Not quite time yet...

Knock Knock Knock Knock

My head jerked towards the screen that separated me from the adjacent room, startled by the quick and heavy knocks on its door. Repetitive and loud. My reaction was fast, quickly levitating a magazine into my .45. Earlier than what I expected... Damnit! I swear, if this isn't timed right... Slowly, I levitated the gun in front of me, pointing the end of the barrel toward the screen.

Knock Knock Knock Knock

My eye twitched, blood dripping down my muzzle from my stinging forehead, every knock echoing around my mind.

"H-hello!? Is uh... is anypony in there?"

I pulled the slide of my gun back with a satisfying click-clack.

"I... I just... I really need to talk to somepony..."

I sighed, focusing my magic on the trigger. "Come in..." The door opened, and a young mare -a unicorn by the look of it- trotted inside of the booth behind the screen. “Close the door behind you and have a seat.” I cleared my throat, trying to sound as comforting as possible. “Unburden yourself, Miss.”

Desperate times I guess...

She did as I told her to, closing the door before sitting in front of the mesh screen that separated us.

To be honest, I can’t even tell if this is the mare. Her voice sounded similar at least.

“I-I-... I’m not being a bother or nothin’, am I?” She asked, timidly.

I shook my head slowly. The corner of my mouth twitched from the sound of her innocence before I answered. “Of course not...” I kept my voice low and soft, almost like a whisper, my mind breaking down every syllable that flowed from her mouth.

“A-are you sure?” She fumbled with her forehooves in front of her. Even with our faces obscured, she avoided eye contact. Her shyness penetrated every corner of the booth. “I... I can come back later, if now isn’t a good time...”

“I always have time for ponies such as yourself, Miss...”

“O-okay... Well, uh...” She chuckled nervously. “Can uh, can you believe what happened with that fire? A-and with Mr. Mani--”

“Was it you?” I interrupted. “Are you the arsonist they are looking for?”

“What? N-no! I’d never do--” She cut herself short. “No it wasn’t me. But, I hope they catch him... A-a lot of ponies were hurt because of that.”

“Hmm...” I shrugged behind the screen. “What is it that is troubling you, Miss?”

“Well, it... it’s about my past, father.” She shuddered, obviously hesitant to tell me what was on her mind. “I...” She sighed. “I ran with a group of ponies out West..." Her breath rang hallow with fear... or perhaps guilt. "We... we did bad things... evil things... unspeakable... we... we were not good ponies."

I grimaced to myself as I turned away, lowering the gun in my magic. "Were you a raider?"

"No..." She sniffled, her voice cracking with emotion. "No, we weren't raiders. We were hunters. We had each others backs and...” Her eyes lowered to her hooves. “It’s hard to make friends out here, you know? The wasteland... This... this might sound silly, but... do you have any friends? Friends that... You’d want to do anything for?”

Now it was my turn to lower my eyes to my hooves. “...Yes... ahem Yes, of course!” I shook my head into focus. “These bad things that you did... were they for your friends then? You may have sacrificed being a good pony, but you did it to be a good friend. Yes, they may have led you astray, but if used righteously you can accomplish righteous things... You shall accomplish harmony.”

She clenched her eyes shut before shaking her head. “No... No, it wasn’t just that. W-we followed a dark pony. With dark magic. A dark goddess...”

“You said that you were hunters...”

I could feel her hesitation through the screen, before finally clarifying, “Folly’s Hunters”.

I arched my brow. “I believe I am aware of this group... However, I recall that they are like a religion, as you said... that has priests of its own, does it not?”

“B-BUT--!" She stammered as if needing to clarify further before my judgement. "I don't want that anymore! I can't... I can't take it anymore! I want to be forgiven for what we’ve done... For what I’ve done..."

I gave a deep sigh before nodding. "I understand... but, the only way to be forgiven... is to confess to Celestia and Luna. What is it that you have done?"

"I-... We-... N-no..." I heard her give a whimper before beginning to sob. Even through the screen, I could see tears roll down her cheeks as she turned away from me, ears folded back in horror. "No! No, I can't tell you father... Not anypony! Never..."

My eye twitched as I heard her break down. "Very well..." I croaked, giving another restrained nod before tilting my head back towards the screen. "Tell me about your stable."

Her crying was suddenly and immediately cut off by a shallow gasp. Slowly, her head pivoted back to stare at me through the screen in disbelief. "W-wha--? But I never-... H-how..?" She gulped before letting another whimper sputter from her lips. I could almost hear the sound of her heart break out of tempo and beat in panic. "How did you know I was from a stable?"

3...

I furrowed my brow, grabbing the edge of the screen with my hoof, moving it away before my magic shoved the barrel of my .45 pistol into her panicking face. I narrowed my eyes in anger, as hers widened in shock.

2...

I squeezed the trigger, inching the slide backwards along the barrel, until it finally snapped forward.

1...

BONG

The bell in the tower above began to ring its long and dreary bongs throughout the smoldering city.

No second chances...

BONG

I watched as the mare’s blood and brain matter sprayed over the bullet hole in the wooden wall. A sloppy stream of red, only finding itself returned to its body as it slowly dripped back down over the mare's braindead, cross-eyed expression, stiff under her entry wound, while forever scared and lifeless. The smell of gunpowder wafted into my nostrils. I holstered my smoldering pistol back under my foreleg, before kicking the stall door open and cantering out to stretch my legs. Was I happy with myself?

BONG

My imminent smirk soon found itself turning to a disgusted frown, my eyes landing on the thick red splatter over the yellow ‘17’ on my stable jacket’s collar. I couldn’t tell if it was her blood... or my own. “Son of a bitch...” I groaned.

BONG

oooOOOooo

“No No NO! That’s the wrong one. Quick, find the first one.”

“I can’t! These things aren't labeled!”

“Hurry, they’ll be back any minute now!”

“Okay okay! How about this one?”

oooOOOooo

*BLAST*

I jumped back in annoyance as yet another large bolt of magic struck the ground in front of me.

"Damnit! I said stop with the magic bolts! Can't you things talk!?" I yelled, standing below the perpetrator. My eyes widened, however, after seeing -or more like not seeing- the source of the powerful magic vanish.

The other creature, the quiet one, just stood there, once again ignoring my presence.

“Alright I’m telling you for the last goddamn time! Open the goddamn door! You mutated, long-horned donkeys!” I was not in the mood for this... Coming out here in this dust bowl. As if the wasteland wasn’t depressing enough. I couldn’t believe anything out here would be worth defending, let alone expanding settlements into. There’s nothing but dust, dead trees and rocks. I’m pretty sure this place was a desert even before it was a wasteland. Who the hell would ever mark this place on their map?

The only thing that stood above the desolate landscape around me was the lone structure I was currently yelling at. Yet, as hardened as a pony has to be to live on a frontier like this, this band of misfits had been tormenting whatever innocence there was to torment. If they didn’t brutally kill the ponies around the area, they took them. And, unfortunately, I was cursed with the knowledge of what shit goes down when they’d take them.

Seriously... why would anypony come out here? Why would I agree to this?

I sighed, looking back up at the motionless dark green creature, seemingly unaffected by my demand. I didn’t know what I was expecting. All these ones do is stare out into nothing until you say 'hi' to it, before the other comes along and tries to disintegrate you with its magic. A horn, two wings, and the power of ten unicorns, yet they just sit there like gargoyles, and mutter to themselves over and over.

Okay, maybe pissing off Alicorns is the wrong approach here.

She sat on the upper floor of the stone structure towering over me, staring out of its bombed-out window. Below her was a steel door, locked tight from the inside. I was pretty sure this place was once some rich pony's mansion... although the police barricades around it told me it was restructured as a military fortress of some kind before the war, probably the first line of defense against the zebras. It didn’t take an architect to tell me just how unimpressive the site was. The walls were made up of rotting wood and crumbling concrete. It might have been easy to attack with explosives. Given the current occupants, however, I knew the green Alicorn’s magical ability was the true source of defense. Theory tested and approved by a magical bolt of energy from her sister.

“Hey! Are you listening! Hello!?” My voice echoed off the fortress’ walls. This place was so void, that echo was the only thing capable of eliminating the silence. “Aww forget it... Stem! Stem Root!” I hollered again. “Doctor Stem Root! Listen to me jackass! I know you’re up there! Get down here right now!”

After what seemed like an eternity of shouting at a braindead Alicorn, I finally heard the response I was hoping for.

“Mr. Sparky!? What in Tartarus are you doing out here!? I thought you were up North!” The voice of the young stallion was muffled as he made his way to the window where the Alicorn suddenly stepped aside. He frowned, peering down at me. “Well!? I don’t know what you were hoping to see! But I’m going to have to ask you to reconsider this... don’t make me kill you... don’t make us kill you.”

“Who said anything about killing!? I just want to talk!” Okay... me just wanting to ‘talk’ might have been an exaggeration.

He shook his head in disappointment. “You’re not fooling anypony Mr. Sparky!” He growled. “I know why you’re here! Everypony knows why you’re here!” He raised a hoof to the side of his head and tapped his temple several times. “And SHE knows! She doesn’t lie!”

“Come on Doc! This isn’t you! They’re going to kill us all! They have everypony from the Stable. I can help you! Then maybe you can help me!”

Three more Alicorns appeared. All were side by side, surrounding the former stable doctor. Their eyes were glued to the spot I currently occupied. Damnit, I already knew this was a long shot... But this was not going to end well...

“You don’t get it! I am saved! Or... I will be...” He looked away, eying the Alicorns that were guarding him before looking back down at me. “You’re a liar Mr. Sparky! You’ve always been a self-centered piece of shit!”

That was uncalled for. I could just shoot him. He’s lost it anyways, what use is he to anypony? It took all my might to contain my rage from his assault on my character, letting the insult slide. Alright Sparky... don’t do anything stupid...

If he even suspected what I was thinking about doing, I’m a dead pony. Even if I surprised him, the glow from my horn would alert the Alicorns... They’d know what my magic would be grasping for. “...Doc!”

“NO! No... This... This is my true purpose now, Sparky!” He opened his forelegs and gestured to the surrounding Alicorns. “No more Overmare! No more pretending to like assholes like you!”

I tilted my head to the side until I felt a satisfying pop of one of the ligaments in my neck. And I thought I was a risky gambler. I looked back at him and his Alicorn companions. “And you think what's left of these guys is going to save you, is that it!? Unity's been dead for a while now!”

He fell silent for a few seconds and took a step back from the window. “W-well...” The doubt in his voice triggered the Alicorns beside him to slowly pivot their heads. They stared at him with emptiness. But it was all it took to strengthen his faith. “It’s my only hope!” His voice cracked with emotion. “It’s everypony’s last hope! But they listen to me! SHE listens to me!” He hyperventilated, before he gave a sigh of containment. “As for you... Go back to those ‘tyrants of the sky’ or Enclave or whatever is left of who you're working for... and tell them... to send somepony who we can actually trust!”

I finally realized my time had run out too late.

That settles it then. There’s no convincing him the easy way. My eyes narrowed at the four adversaries. All it would take is for me to enter SATS and... gamble my accuracy.

“There’s nopony else Doc...” I said, trying to look as benign as possible. “Just me and--” I impulsively cut my sentence short for a last-minute decision.

Shit... I guess I was going to surprise him.

I charged my horn with a quick surge of magic, entering the time slowing Pip-Buck ability of SATS. I was able to tag three targets, but before my magic could even raise my gun, the movement of the Alicorns matched my own speed. My EFS suddenly flashed their blips as red, one by one. I barely had time to react as their own horns glowed. Time hit me like a train, smashing me out of SATS.

Whatever they did, they somehow were able to pull me out... and painfully.

I dropped my gun as their magic pushed me backwards with a deafening ‘blast!’ and a loud crunch of bone and tissue. My nerves were shocked, feeling as if my senses were ripped from my body all at once.

Right. Alicorn magic. Ten times more powerful than a Unicorn, means ten times more deadly.

I dropped to my haunches with a grunt. My lungs emptied the last of whatever air they held after the explosive bolt of magic hit me. My vision faded to black and white, the irony taste of copper flowing over my tongue. Blood slowly expanded in a puddle around me, turning the dirt wet and red.

...what was I thinking coming out here?

oooOOOooo

“AAAAAHHHHH!!!!”

“Damnit! What’s wrong with him!?”

“I’m guessing that’s not it!?”

“I forgot how dangerous these things can be...”

“Shit, the guards are coming! Just grab the whole thing and let’s get out of here!”

FALLOUT: EQUESTRIA
CLASSIFIED

Some Time Earlier

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”Civilization... I'll stay right heeeaaaaarrr~”

“Ah~ 'Civilization‘. What savage pony would stay away from it? I’ll tell you mares and gentlestallions, we've got some great tunes lined up for you this evening... just like last evening... and before that... and... ahem! You’re tuned to the Stable Broadcast Station. This is Melody Charm~. Who needs anything but civilization when we've got it and a pocketful of dreams?”

”I’m no millionaire, but I’m not the type to care. ‘Cause I’ve got a pocketful of dreams...”

This... This right here. This is the life...

”It’s my universe, even with an empty purse. ‘Cause I’ve got a pocketful of dreams...”

I’m not talking about sleep, warmth, cleanliness, or safety. I'm talking about work. Yeah... maybe not the most unique thing in the world, especially for a pony. Ponies who base their whole lives on what makes them unique. To ponies, our unique talents highlighted our jobs... But there was not uniqueness about me... The job is what made me unique.

”I wouldn’t take the wealth of Wall Street, for a road where nature trods. And I calculate that I’m worth my weight... in goldenrods.”

Listening to the Stable radio, my office terminal buzzing, the satisfying scent of tobacco from the smoldering pipe between my lips, and a fake pleasant face hiding a range of intimidated expressions on the pony sitting across from me.

”Lucky, lucky me, I can live in luxury...”

"Suspected grand larceny..." I muttered, my eyes scanning the document through my reading lenses.

”‘Cause I’ve got a pocketful of dreams...”

"Grand-... What!?" The mare in front of me gasped. "W-what do you mean, I-...” She scratched the back of her mane. “Grand Larceny?”

"Grand Larceny...” I sighed, satirically raising my eyebrows. “See, now it's your turn to say it again." I peered down at her over the rims of my glasses before rolling my eyes and returning to the mare's file.

Her brow furrowed as she sat back on her haunches, her expression now looking extremely worried... or, at least more worried than before. She bit her lip as I continued.

"Mrs. Berryrise," I began, setting my pipe down on my desk as I puffed a cloud of tobacco around us. "...you do know the rules here, don't you?" I sighed again, removing my glasses. I held the document up to her face in my magic. "For the stable to provide a loan with a charge of this magnitude on your file, the fine is pretty steep." I counted the numbers in my head, before nodding. "You owe an extra... one thousand ration slips before we can free your stable aptitude credits. That's before taxes of course."

"One... THOUSAND!?" She looked about as crushed as a tin can. "N-no... No! That's not fair! How... How did you even know that from--!"

"I know it because I wrote it." I floated the document back into her file, giving her a smirk. "Next time, you should find a better place for your supervisor's gold necklace than your..." I paused to think of the word, "...your, 'special' drawer."

The earth pony mare stammered, her cheeks turning the same color of her sunset colored mane while her pupils turned to pinpricks in embarrassment. "Y-you..! I..!" She gulped. "B-but--! I... I don't have those kinds of funds! I just had a foal, a-and... w-we need that ration slip loan! I’m just an Orange clearance nutritionist, I’ll never come up with that much! If I don’t take this now... the stable will haul away everything I own!"

I shook my head with a grimace. "Sorry..." I picked up the red stamp in my magic and hovered it over her request contract.

"W-wait!" She blurted; her cream-colored cheeks tinted with a deeper red than before. "I... I'll do anything! Please Inspector... It'd mean a lot to me and my family, and..." She leaned forward against my desk and casually placed her forehoof over mine, gently rubbing my fur. My eyes narrowed as her own were suddenly half-lidded, letting her bangs droop over one side of her face. "...and, I can make it worth your while~"

Her offer gave me pause. I leaned in toward my hoof she was so professionally caressing, giving her what was left of my attention. "And uh... how do you propose to do that, Berry?"

She brushed her bangs away with her other hoof. "Well... was there anything else in particular you saw to your liking in my..." She gave a surprisingly genuine and playful giggle. "...'special' drawer?~” The cherry on top was when she batted her eyelashes, seemingly able to penetrate deep into my soul.

I blinked at her in surprise. I'd be lying if that wasn't the most tempting thing I've heard all week, but... damnit. Last thing I need is for the Overmare to come beating down my door over this...

I saw her eyes begin to water as I lowered the stamp closer to the paper. “I... I can try some on! I can try all of them on for you. I-I can, while my husband’s not home... With you, and... and... You’ll approve my loan, won’t you? Nopony will ever kno--”

My magic pressed the stamp firmly over her contract, leaving the red mark over her signature. “Sorry...” I sighed, sliding the paper back to her. “But, look on the bright side. You’ll be able to try again after next year’s aptitude cycle.”

She stared solemnly down at her denied loan. “O-oh...” She whimpered with a sigh, her ears drooping, before taking the document into her hooves. “A year..? B-but... My bills for Orange level are all due now. Me and my family will have to move to Brown level if I can’t pay it off...”

“Yeah... real sorry about that...” I said insincerely as I concluded her file on my terminal. "But, you know what they say? Some ponies are lucky, and some ain't." A thought flashed through my mind, giving pause before turning to the mare with dirty curiosity. “But uh... if you’d like comfort during these troubling times, when your husband isn’t home... Maybe I can see you open that drawer of yours...” I gave her a charming smile before her jaw-dropped several inches.

”Oh, I’m no millionaire, but I’m not the type to care. ‘Cause I’ve got a pocketful of dreams...”

“Jerk!” The mare growled, storming out of my office, so offended that she shouldered the security pony trying to enter, shoving her back out of the doorway before galloping down the hall.

If it were anypony else, she would have been arrested right there.

“Oh yeah!?” I shouted after her, standing up behind my desk. “Well, purple isn’t your color anyway!”

The security mare gave me a concerning look as she trotted in. “Do I even want to know what that was about?”

I nickered, waving her off with my hoof. “Depends on what you think about me reallocating a nutritionist to the orphanage, instead of the psychiatrist they asked for. They kinda sound the same. You think anypony would notice?”

She raised her eyebrow as she sat across from me. “I take it this... 'eye-catching' nutritionist in question is Berryrise?”

“'Eye-catching'? Who said anything about that?" I gave her a look as if to say. Yeah, you would know, wouldn’t you... “And hey, we only need one of us to cheapen the situation here and I've got that covered. I just had to deny her loan contract.”

“Right...” She said, giving me a doubtful look. “So, Berryrise storming out of your office, calling you a jerk, has nothing to do with ‘purple’ not being her color?”

I grimaced as I opened a drawer behind my desk, pulling out a half bottle of whiskey in my magic, along with two drinking glasses. “Seriously... Purple!? I mean, come on..." I sighed, shaking my head before thinking. "Eh... it might have been worth taking her offer just to see...”

She shook her head. “It’s a shame you can’t just be nice to ponies. You might actually be able to get a real relationship again, instead of...” She waved her hoof in front of my lost expression. "...whatever this is."

I deadpanned. “If I wanted to experience that again, I’d just look deep into any mare’s eyes and act like you.” I gave an exaggerated pout and mocked her. “Oh, I’m so sorry that you can't afford your new foal. It wasn’t your fault that you stole your boss’ expensive jewelry. Of course, I'll take your offer. Why not? Moron...” I arched my brow. "Though with you, I'm sure a supply closet and a security baton would be involved somehow..."

“O-okay, okay! Sheesh! You didn't have to go there...” She looked away in embarrassment, her cheeks burning adorably against her tomboy appearance. “You’d just wind up insulting her anyway.”

I poured my whiskey into the glasses, levitating one over to her as I tilted my head in thought. “Why does everypony automatically assume that I’m incapable of being nice?” I levitated my own glass toward my lips. My terminal suddenly blinked, turning my attention to the screen.

“Well...” She continued. “...there’s also the ‘do unto others’ thingy.”

“You always did take Sister Cross too seriously...” I nickered, peeking over my terminal. “You never run out of ‘thingies’ to drool over. Just like that ‘blonde thingy’ you were chatting up the other day.”

For the second time of the hour, I saw the same face of embarrassment sitting across from me. She stammered, face red as Berryrise's mane. “T-that wasn’t--! Ugh! She’s Stable security, like me! We were talking about... Security things!”

“Oh yeah." I chuckled, "I'm sure security baton practice was the primary focus."

She lowered her head with a groan, letting the bangs of her sea-green mane fall over her face. “You’re never going to let me live that down, are you?”

I chuckled as I quickly switched over to the mare’s file on my terminal. “Well, that depends, Officer Wave.” I arched a brow, my playful smirk slowly morphing into a skeptical one. "Have uh... have you been taking your 'prescription'?"

“O-oh...” She stammered, obviously caught off guard by my question. Her ears flattened against her head as she gave a guilty wince. Don’t get me wrong, this mare is probably my best friend. Which is at least half of the reason why I’m concerned about her ‘routine’. She awkwardly rubbed her foreleg with her other hoof before finally meeting my judgmental look. "I... I haven't for a while... Besides, I don't need t--"

"Aqua..." I gave her a warning look.

She sighed. "I'll take it tomorrow morning. I promise."

I held the look for a few more seconds, before finally shrugging in satisfaction. “Then I’d say that’s good enough for the records. Until next year’s aptitude cycle, that information is now...” I slammed my hoof over my terminal’s enter key. “...redacted.”

She gave a half relieved and half defeated sigh, quietly picking up the glass I'd poured for her with her hoof. “You’re all heart, ‘Loyalty Inspector’."

I smiled as I watched her finish the rest of her drink, myself following her shortly after. I hummed at the burn down my throat, savoring the taste, before putting the bottle and glasses away with my magic. “Alright... I’ve got work I need to be doing.”

She rolled her eyes before standing and turning toward the exit. “I’ll bet... I guess I’ll see you at the cards tournament tomorrow...”

“I guess so... And, hey! Tell Glitter I said ‘hi’.” My eyes traced her movements until she left the room. I activated the door panel, locking it behind her in my magic, before looking back over the new message. “Alright Diamond... What have you got for me tonight?”

*** *** ***

”...‘Cause I’ve got a pocketful of dreams.”

Footnote: Introduction

“The name’s Spark Charger. What, do you want my Stable Security Number too?"

S.P.E.C.I.A.L
S - 6
P - 8
E - 5
C - 4
I - 6
A - 7
L - 4

Tagged Skills:
Small Guns
Sneak
Speech

Base Traits Discovered:
Bloody Mess - By some strange twist of fate, ponies around you die violently. You always see the worst way a pony can die...
Blueblood - You are as handsome as Prince Blueblood, but you are a lot less resilient than a "normal" pony. You gain +1 Charisma, but you lose -50 to your Carry Weight.

Author's Note

Alright. So, really quick. Obviously, this was probably a confusing chapter. It’s kind of risky putting it up, but it will... maybe make sense later on? I’ll try to make it that way anyway.

This is the first story that I’ve ever posted. I’ve always been a fan of Fallout Equestria, so I figured I’d give my own story a shot. It probably won’t be, nor do I believe I could make it, completely canonical with the original Fallout: Equestria by Kkat. That doesn’t mean I’m not going to try my hardest to do so though. I’ve got the FoE wiki and all that to reference as much as I can. But, other than following Fallout: Equestria lore, canon factions and references to a few canon characters, this will just be a fun little project I plan to work on.

Alright, now who’s ready to take on The Wasteland!?

Without further ado, here’s my first Fallout: Equestria story...