Fallout Equestria: Fallen Fortress

Chaos, Magic...

Medic awoke to a scream and several gunshots. It was early, and Medic put his glasses back on. Pyro started with a jump, breathing heavy, flamethrower in hoof in an instant. Medic ran upstairs to the Foal’s room, and saw, or rather didn’t see, what Blackout was so worried about. Ruby was gone, and in her place, a Datacard. Blackout opened fire again, though the kidnapper had clearly been gone for some time. Blackout then slumped to the floor and started crying quietly. It had been too much for his mind in so little time.

Medic walked up to the data card on the ground and examined it, “Zis looks oddly familiar.” He lifts it up and examines his Pip-Buck trying to find a point he could plug it in, “How does zis work?” Blackout stomped over,

“HOW ARE YOU NOT PANICKING?” He shouts at Medic,

“Because zis is no time to panic. Bloody Ruby is in danger and it’s best if we do not lose our heads. The perpetrator left a clue, best to indulge them und find out vat zey vant… For now.” Medic continued to fumble with the data card, “Seriously! Vat do I need to do here!?” Pyro laughed at Medic’s attempt to swipe the card across the screen of the Pip-Buck. She assisted him, and finally, the Pip-buck showed a loading screen with a green outline of a generic Stable pony. It winked when it finally loaded. The administrator showed up on the screen.

“Mr. Heisenburger. So good to see you again.” It was a live feed. Medic was linked to one of her cameras. His heart fell into his stomach.

“I do quite believe zis is ze time to panic.” Pyro shoved her leg towards and shouted,

“Mean lady! I’m going to come find you! I’m going to cut off your head and leave the blood to splatter on the ground! Then I’m going to-” Medic cut her off.

“Firefly, now is not ze time for threats. We are at ze disadvantage here…” The administrator laughed.

“Finally, some sense from you. I suppose I should put your mind at rest. No, I did not kill the little child. Her talents go beyond the scope of even her over-active imagination. I will have you know that she made some very colorful remarks…” Blackout stood up and put himself into the already small camera-view.

“Yeah, that sounds like her.” He said, wiping away the wet streaks beginning to clump in his coat. “What do you want from us in exchange for her?” The administrator laughed. “No, no. You have to earn that. First I have a… task for you.” Pyro chimed in.

“We wouldn’t take anything from you, witch.” The administrator took a long, deep puff of her cigarette.

“And what makes you think you have a choice? I have what you want, I want something from you, we can all walk away from this… what’s the word for it… happy? Yes. But for you, your prize will simply be still breathing. I have spies everywhere already, Mr. Heisenburger. You cannot hide.” Medic’s already pale complexion went paler. Blackout suddenly looked around the room. “By the way, your all showing to me nothing but flanks. Turn around…” Medic realized he didn’t have a camera on his Pip-buck.

“She’s spying on us from inside ze room!” The Administrator’s laughter filled the room. “Medic. Is that what your team called you? I am willing to think about burning our old contract… if you kill Merasmus.” Medic shuddered. Remergus Exmortis briefly came to mind, a resurrection spell. Blackout came to the real camera. “Over here. Witch, whoever this Merasmus is, his head will be on a stake.” He said.

“O-on one condition! I get my medical gear back!” Pyro raised a singed eyebrow. Blackout turned, confused.

“I thought that was some sort of honorary title.” Medic shook his head.

“I had a set of equipment that allowed me to heal even the gravest of wounds. If we’re going to see Merasmus, we’ll need it.” The Administrator’s figure went stock still for a moment. The image shuttered with interference.

“You’ll have your equipment, Mr. Heisenburger. But you must accept a synth with your party to ensure your dutiful cooperation. I expect you to complete this, or I will kill you.” The image went dark. The Pip-buck returned to a health screen, beeping about abnormally high blood pressure and anxiety.

Blackout smashed the camera. He went into a rage. Pyro raged with him. Medic slumped down onto a chair in shock. Kill Merasmus? They’ve tried. So many, many times. And he wanted his help, not another enemy. The other team members in Medic’s head were quiet too. All trying to think of a way out of this without endangering Bloody Ruby. Nothing came to mind. Medic sighed,

“Told jou she vas evil…” He mutters and Blackout turns his head away from the dead camera. He grabbed his helmet and slipped it on,

“She’s a bastard. But why did she keep calling you Mr. Heisenburger?” Blackout asked

“She knows my real name. Heisenburger is my last name, but I honestly can’t remember my first.” Blackout nods slowly as he began to understand, “I say ve head for the Casino coordinates that vere given to me by one of Engineer’s robots. Administrative Gambling, I zink it vas.”

“Lame name.” Blackout commented,

“I agree,” Pyro said with her mouth full of a snack cake she had found in the mostly intact pantry. Medic shook his head and loaded the coordinates up on his Pip-Buck,

“It’s not too far from here. It’s in ze ruins of Dodge City. If we just follow ze railroads east, we’ll get zhere in no time.” Blackout spread his wings,

“Then what are we waiting for? Let’s eat breakfast then get a move on!”