Fallout Equestria New Horizons: Demon Mares

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No matter what I do I'm labelled as a bad character

Dawn looked over the audience in front of her, standing on a metal circular stage she overlooked a large theater, in front of her stood hundreds of ponies sitting in rows of six with four sets of balconies holding even more ponies. Behind her, a large white screen, a static image of the Harbingers’s symbol, three towers over a green background, projected from a boot plaster at the highest balcony.

Looking to her sides Dawn waved a black hoof to unicorn ponies dressed in sickly green robes. Their horns lit up in a rainbow formation around the mare. Cleaning her throat Dawn spoke with a gentle yet commanding voice. “Welcome all who come to be saved by our great city, for only the faithful and the just will find salvation in this dark era.” She said as her voice boomed.

“For 200 years our great nation of Equestria has been reduced to a blasted balefire hell escape. For 200 years our children have suffered at the horrors of the Equestrian wasteland, Raiders, Slavers, Steel Rangers, and so much more.” Her voice became more firm and more intense as she spoke. “Well not anymore!” the screen behind her flash and the image of two letters and four numbers formed. “With this code, our Goddess can restore our great nation back to the former glory that was taken from us so long ago! She can reopen the city of Hoofington and use its bounty to rebuild our nation!” the loud roar hoof stumps cheering filled the theater as if the second coming of Celestia was happening. Dawn raised her hoof to silence the crowd, her tone changing to a more dyer one.

“But there are those who stand in our way, those who would stop our right to take our future into our hooves. No, my little ponies it’s not the savages of the Reapers and the gangs of the Hoof, nor are they the metallic monks of the Steel Rangers. No, it is instead a pair of four mares that stand in our way, who not only seek to prevent us from greatness but to destroy us.”

She paused dramatically letting her words sink in. “The Demons that call themselves the SECURITY MARES.”

The name got lots of muttering and chatter from the crowd, some wore worried looks, while others talked in confusion. Some wore the face of ponies who knew exactly what Dawn talked about, those ponies preview to the actions of the mares.

“I know that some of you that seem unfamiliar with them or you’ve only known of such mares from rumors and radio. But make no mistake these mares are real, and their actions cost our noble quest halt.” With a click the screen flicker to one of Blackjack, Lacunae, Rampage, and Charity. All standing over a yellow mare that resembled Charity a bit, the small filly held a gun to the older mare’s head with a wicked grin no filly should have on her face. Behind the mares was a scene of death and destruction only a large force could cause, an entire town was set ablaze, buildings burned or were completely destroyed, bodies of dozens of ponies lay everywhere tore or shot apart. It was as if Celestia herself had smitten the town

“Here my little ponies is what the security mares wish to do to us!” That got horrid looks out of dozens of ponies in the audience, some even reconsidering joining this cult, to begin with. “This is our greatest threat, four demon mares who seek to bring our holy cause to a violent end. And they will stop at nothing to see that happen.”

“These mares have many names across the Hoof, and some of them are considered heroes to this area, but they are helots! Do not fall for their tricker.” With another click, the screen change to a film of Blackjack ducking behind the cover of a mailbox as a crowd of ponies fired upon her, to her side a blue stallion was shouting something that the mare just nodded at. The stallion hoofed over four apple shaped metal devices, the mare’s horn flared up, in a flash she disappeared only to reappear behind the crowd, dropping the apple looking devices and flashing away before any of them could react. The apples exploded blowing apart ponies in a colorful haze.

“This is Blackjack,” Dawn said with poison in her voice as if the name was cursed. “First Security Mare.” Dawn stumped a hoof cracking the wooded stage under her a little. “Born out of those cursed Stables, she has walked the Hoof causing death where she goes. It was she who started the war between the Steel Rangers and Reapers four years ago, it was she who is responsible for Sanguine’s rampage, she who has hounded us for over a year now.”

“killer of Deus EX Machina” Another image showed a large cyber pony whose entire body was cybernetic with two cannons stripped to his side that looked like they could tear tanks apart. He looked like death in the flesh if it wasn’t for the scene that was actually playing out, Blackjack stood pin under the mechanical pony pointing a small silver gun to the metallic pony’s chest. From the other side, a beam of heavenly looking light tore the metallic pony body like paper. Blood, oil, and metal pieces flow outward as metal the pony scream.

“Slayer of Sanguine the mad scientist pony” Another image showed Blackjack shooting a ghoulish white stallion in the face with magical energy from her horn, around her monstrous pony-like creatures rushed toward her.

“Daemonium et Stellas And the holder of the last piece of EC-1101!” Next image was Blackjack the cyber mare killing dozens of robe Harbingers with a mad glee on her face. “She has sworn a blood feud with us over the right to simply owe my daughter.

Another click and an image of Rampage appear, the striped mare looked on in cruel glee at sight before her. Mutated bodies surrounded her in a maze of slaughter, some had their torse caved in, others tore to hell, organs were ripped from their bodies and spread around the landscape, heads and hooves were everywhere. All the carnage led back to one source, Rampage was covered in gore looking less pony and more like a beast.

“But the Demonium is not alone, she is followed by Red Death of the Reapers. The Rampage.” quite a few ponies gasp at the sight of the mare, the idea one pony could cause such carnage seemed unreal. “She is a cruel spawn of the old world, given the power of a healing talisman this mare has slaughtered across our land for 70 years now. It was she who wiped out the Collegiate, robbing the wasteland of medical knowledge from 200 years ago, she who helped create the Reapers, bringing forth a gang to terror the wastes. She created the new drug Red Berry creating a new generation of addicts. She is a vile creature whose savage nature knows no bounds. she has the deaths of hundreds and yet even that can’t end her bloodlust. But she is a saint compared to the next mare.”

The image flip to one of Lacunae looking over a gathering of ponies, looking eerie similar to Dawn’s own gathering “Do not let the form of this “angel” fool you, she will tell you that her “Goddess” is the true savior of the wasteland, that you only be saved by joining the Unity and becoming a part of their “Goddess” and be given a form of an Alicorn. Do not believe her lies! She is a false angel of a Devil that seeks nothing but the death of ponykind! Our goddess is true and she provides for all, one does not even have to join our cause to be given the gift of hope. We serve all comers whereas the “Goddess” and her flock serve only themselves.”

With another click, the set of images of became Lacunae towering over several unicorns encased in a bubble while two identical-looking ponies like her looking down at the unicorns. Looks of dread were shared among the gather normal ponies. “They seek to turn all unicorns into their dreaded kind, whether they want to or not. And for the rest of us, death.”

The next image got weirds look from the crowd, some even asking who and why this pony was considered a threat. Behind Dawn stood the image of Charity shaking hooves with an older grayish-white stallion, the Security Mares stood watching the dealing with looks of amusement or interest. “One would think this child this Filly would be the least dangerous of the bunch but in fact she is our greatest foe.”

The confused talking and looks Dawn got made it seem like she was a crazy mare talking about aliens planning their downfall. “This “Filly” is in charge of the rest of these hellmares, she controls them with an iron hoof using a Servant spell, those ponies of death have no free will, they are completely and utterly under her control. But this is not what makes her our greatest enemy, no. It’s the fact that she has access to the entire Hoof tunnels system, she knows where to access them, what areas are safe, and how to prevent others from entering. On top of this she can somehow take control of any system, with it she has gained access to places no pony in 200 years has.” The audience didn’t even know how to respond to that, if it wasn’t their own Prophet saying it they would probably laugh it off.

“Make no mistake this Filly is ruthless, she wishes to take control of the city for herself and deprive the wasteland it’s salvation! I see the doubt in all your eyes, I see the fear in your eyes and I understand it! More than any other foe these four “Mares” are our greatest enemies. And they are formidable, murderous, and driven by bloodlust to destroy our holy quest!”

The sounds of large hoof steps built up and built up. “But we are not without hope my little ponies, Our goddess has sent her angel.” As the steps got closer things began to vibrate with increase fiction. “They were struck down by the Hellmare but our goddess gave them new life, stronger bodies, more power than any pony could have. Yes, we the faithful have an angel of holy steel that will strike down these demonic mares!” from behind the screen the shadow figure could be seen.

Dawn raised her forehooves dramatically in the air as talons came forth, metallic black wings with a greenish glow sprout out her back and she began flying into the air. “With this blessing, we will destroy those who seek denial us. We will take the city of Hoofington as ours, we will save the future for our children.” Then with a loud booming voice. “HOOFINGTON RISES!”

The crowd was joyous at the display, hoof stomping and cheering came from all sides with thunderous appulse. All repeated the same phrase “Hoofington rises.”

Dawn landed back on the ground, her “wings” reseeding. She looked over the gathering with a wicked smile. “Now let’s prepare for battle.”