Fallout Equestria: Equine War

Sometime in the distant future...

It is the year 2058, beyond the mountains and trees in a faraway landscape there were miles of roads that are dividing between the two worlds, there was the pony tribe and the zebra tribe. This was the land we called Equestria. Rather big, it shares its nature and beauty for the two worlds. It would have seemed both parties were at peace, for awhile at least.

By 2062, there were an increase of population and ponies want nothing more than land. The zebra tribe, or also known as the Wanderers of Equestria, had enough of their greedy ways and must put an end to all ponies with violence. The ponies were encouraged to move into the vaults for safety but not many ponies had chosen that direction, some rather stayed home where they felt comfortable, however that didn't stop them from staying home while some had to live underground in the sewers - the zebras should not had started this war, or so it was believed that way. So they fought back.

Then the bombs fell.... destroying the buildings and structures we had spent generations keeping them standing. This was only the beginning of war.

It was dark, the sense of smoke and dust was in the air making it unpredictable to fly or breathe. The gas was corrosive and extremely dangerous to inhale that could kill anyone in a matter of minutes. Everyone else who was affected by the impact of the blast were vaporized, but the gas was beginning to reach other locations including upper areas in the Frozen North, the Mysterious South, and larger areas of the East Coast.

Meanwhile, a unicorn was running away from the gas, but reached to the end of the East Coast only to find himself unable to leave, with nowhere to go and no way of getting off the land without a boat he is completely stranded. He could only see sand and even more sand, with the sea only being in front of him. He was sweating a-lot, tired of running and just when he thought he could get away, there was nowhere to run now. His options were very limited.

When all hope was thought to be lost, the unicorn starts digging onto the sand beach expecting to find something useful. He kept digging and digging to hopefully find something but eventually didn't had any luck only to create holes in the ground, however he was running out of time. Then suddenly the unicorn thought of an idea, as he grabs all of the sand around him to cover himself into the deepest hole that he made. He then cast a spell to protect his body like a shield sphere, and creates a cloud that could produce oxygen which can allow him to breathe for up to 10 hours.

The gas had reached the East Coast, eventually floating above water and evaporating it only to produce acid rain. The liquid was highly deadly that it could melt flesh in a matter of seconds, then disintegrate metal, wood, and concrete. It was devastating.

After a few hours have passed, the unicorn who had buried himself was trying to break free from his little shelter since his spell had worn off, as he attempts to dug himself out from the dirt. Gasping for air, he struggles to get out when his horn was the only thing sticking out from the ground, he casts a spell to pull himself up with his levitation technique that he learned in Celestia's school for the gifted unicorns. His head was finally above the surface, lead by a cough grasping for more air, but it wasn't from the sand, rather coming from the filthy fog that had lifted the air. "How long have I been out?" he says.

It was quiet. The unicorn wanders around, looking for anyone that might need his help. It was yet to be silent, as Manehattan was always so loud and busy. Rather quite unusual. However, the unicorn was losing air, and his legs were unsteady, he felt a very sharp pain in them, it must have been from sleeping for too long. He falls to the floor, laying on his side against the dirt as his eyes begin to close itself, he loses consciousness and passes out.

Suddenly, a couple pegasus flew into the scene where they discovered his body. They realized it wasn't too late to save him, but in a matter of time until they could reach to safety.

"Let's take him with us back to the Vault" says the pegasus in orange hair.

One of his comrades picks him up and carries the poor unicorn. They also searched for any identifications on him that he might have, a wallet was found inside his jacket. What they found was a Governor ID that revealed his name, Black Cross an agent who worked for the city supreme counselor as their body guard personnel, but his account was dismissed recently due to unknown reasons according to the federal agents division website that they have for him on file.

While further inspecting the unicorn, his coat is rather gray almost as the same color of a dimmed fog, eyes were blue like the deep ocean, both mane and tail are black as the darkest side of night. He has a black cross for a cutie mark which for some reason matches his identification and other features.

The group takes Black Cross to their under ground facility operated and protected by the government who designed the so-called "Vaults" which only 20 of them that exist in Equestria located in only 6 different regions, while not being approved by Princess Celestia herself, however knowing that the high rulers are no longer present, that only the supreme leaders and military generals now has to take over for the princess.

Black Cross was taken inside to a safe and secured facility built as one of the toughest strongholds which is known for their highly advanced security system. This is Vault 7 holding a record of the largest facilities below Manehattan. It has over 329 rooms, with 30 clinical laboratories included, and only 8 comm rooms operated by the head administrators.

6:45 AM

This organization was founded somewhere in the middle of nowhere just 32 kilometers away from the big city of Manehattan. A large city with tall skyscrapers and markets but now the mutants are scattered all over the place. These are artificial intelligent ponies and professionals from around the world capable of healing, engineering, weaponry, and even hunting. Different classes over a variety of ranks and specialists making up a name for themselves. They call themselves the Equine Society.

While seemingly asleep, Black Cross finds himself in a room with pure brightness, in front of him there were a few empty beds, a surgical tube was implanted onto his left hoof just lower from his metacarpal into the vain. At the other end of the tube was a medical pad filled with water, probably was used to keep him hydrated. He slowly gets up, laying on his back against the bed, as he looks to his right there was a heart beat monitor beside from him at a very calm heart rate and stabilized.

Suddenly someone walks in as the door slides open from both sides then closes behind the pony that came in. He appears to have a horn - a unicorn, with an orange mane and tail, wearing a blue jacket that has a yellow streak in between where the zipper seals but wasn't too visible, rather hidden underneath the comfort zone. The unicorn gets closer to get a better inspection of Black Cross.

"Hello Black Cross, I am Spitfire, son of Spitfire and former head administrator of the Wonderbolts Corporation" he says as he got a little closer for a check up, "We found you by the beach on east coast of Manehattan, you're lucky to even be alive."

Black Cross had no words, almost as if he forgot how to introduce himself to others he had never met before, but under circumstances such as this, it is difficult to comprehend after the events of the bombs, yet is still shaken from the disaster that happened moments before he could parish prior to his own eyes.

"Speechless, huh?" he scoffs, "I understand, especially after going through enough trouble but don't worry about that now, you're safe and that's all that matters." Spitfire walks near the exit but awaits Black Cross to get out of bed.

Not sure what his intentions are but he realizes it's better to just follow his instructions in order to achieve his main objective, almost as if this reminded him of his previous occupation before he was dispatched from the company. He quickly gets up on all fours but was still feeling a little anxious.

"Go ahead move around and try to give yourself some exercise, take a look around, if you just want to get used to this place" he says before turning around and opening the door in front of him while Black Cross was following him from behind. "Let's get going, I want to show ya around." Black Cross nods and continues to follow.

Spitfire leads Black Cross to a room he will supposedly stay, as he enters they are greeted with an empty room, no one was home. While agreeing to stay, Black Cross had no idea what he was getting himself into but if it means for the sake of his kind and for others. He takes a quick look around before turning to Spitfire again. "Thank you, for all of this" he says.

Spitfire shows signs of respect and smiles at Black Cross, "We'll get through this together, I'm sure we'll make great acquaintance" he says, "You'll meet your crew by tomorrow, but for now get some rest" he closes the door behind him on the way out.

Black Cross inspects the room again, putting his coat on a dresser, but something he notice was missing. His wallet was gone, perhaps stolen but that's impossible since he last had it with him during the bombing, unless Spitfire or one of his crew took it for their own he wondered. For now it was only a matter of time until he finds it, or perhaps it was probably better to stick with being a nobody without knowing the identity of himself.

He tries to open a drawer next to him but his magic wasn't taking any affect, strange it was. Equestria we use to know and love now became a battlefield, it's possible that magic could be futile in the future, and thousands - if not, millions of lives had just went extinct. Black Cross uses his mouth to open the drawer to put his stuff down. As he closes the drawer, he goes to sleep and times goes by. Tomorrow was going to be a new day.