"Not much of a talker, are you, kid?" The surprising twist on the Wasteland standard, the black sheen of chitin marked the exoskeleton of the grizzled Changeling. His face obscured by a dark hood, leaving only the hiss in his accent and the wide, pupilless eyes filled with a bright, mint green tint, matching his concealed, transparent wings and tail. Broker clicked his tongue. "Or is this the sssilent treatment?"

The mare gave it some thought, shaking her head. "I'm told my words cause more harm than good, so being not very talkative helps keep bullets from hitting me... or so I've seen," She replied earnestly, gauging the throaty chuckle from the insect, his black hooves punctured like cheese. "Mm, cheese..."

"Tell it like it is, sssister," His hoof patted her shoulder while he leaned back to brush the caps into a bag behind the makeshift counter. It too was grimy, simply scrapped together from surrounding junk scattered by the hot wind, left to rust and weather in the sun. Broker did this often, setting up shop only to vanish like smoke not long after, he was always where you wanted him unless that concerned a shallow grave. "Heard you ruffled the feathers of those ssstuck-up sssnobs in the NLR, that true?" She swore his eyes glow brighter at the visualization of her troubles

Her face was masked but Broker could picture the strong distaste on her face, coupled with a pout. "They started it, just because 'we have guns, we have lots of guns, that means what we say goes', tch, assholes," It grated her, they weren't helping the Wasteland just enforcing a law no pony asked for.

"Preach, sssista," With that, he gave a wave, slouching back on his chair as the mare wandered back to the road with a wave of her own, the tarmac hot to the touch due to the rising sun bearing down on her. So, with her magical fingers, she pulled off the cap and took a sip of her trusty Stable 13 canteen.

Traveling the Mojave Desert is a taxing journey if you don't prepare for the harsh shift of scorching heat during the day to frigid winds at night. That, coupled with the irradiated creatures mutated due to the Mega Spells releasing the metric ton of Balefire Radiation, and Luna help you if you stumbled across the nightmares that slept in the slag known as Taint. The mare had even heard of something called 'Flux' that was rumored to turn creatures into walking abominations of fused animals; Though she wasn't concerned for whatever Hoofington was going through right now with some massive bounty on another maare's head for some program. The fact it even reached as far as Los Pegasus was astounding.

"-Hey, I'm talking to you!" Snapping out of her daydream of the dramas of the cracked world, the mare spun around to find... another mare! Only this was didn't spell anything good, her barding marked by the same symbol of the NLR. She had to resist rolling her eyes at their arrival being awfully convenient given her last crossing with the militaristic ponies.

She was an auburn pegasus with autumn eyes that lacked any warmth or concern, even from over the rim of her stupid shades. Her mane scruffy and a dark-brown tied back with a belt. The two behind her were more-or-less the last thing the mare had the care to notice. All three were Rangers, that much her Pip-Buck told her after a quick glance at the amber dots on the map. Not good.

"Judging by how you haven't pissed yourself I'll assume you don't know who we are-" That was one of many questions the mare was thinking, yes. "-Next time I'll bring my sickle and wear my black cloak." The two officers behind her chuckled at her joke, though the mare tilted her head.

"Isn't it a scythe...?" She murmured under their ears, not getting what was funny about the inaccurate detailing of Death himself. Then she realized the angry mare was still talking.

"-See, the New Lunar Republic sends us to do terrible things to terrible ponies," The mare's autumn eyes hadn't left the masked mare's glowing optics, not realizing her mind had wandered not more than five seconds ago, merely catching the important pieces that kept her from just simply wandering back onto the road nearby. She was burning daylight.

"...can I go now?" The black-wearing mare moaned like a filly being told off. Then she pointed to the sun above. "It's getting hot and I want to find shade."

That seemed to piss the NLR Ranger off, seeing her scowl deepen with her own sense of irritation that both stallions behind her stepped a few inches back from, afraid she'd buck one of them across the face. "Listen here, girly! You've got three days to improve your attitude, both to me and with the NLR or we come for you," She stepped closer to glare through the red lenses, sharpening her pupils to the masked mare's. "And without this pleasant exchange of words."

She looked around, then leaned forward to meet the angry pegasus's gaze. "So... nothing about any... arson, right?" Her chipper voice was starting to grate the Rander's ears.

"What?" The spite was evident in her throat so the mare backed away, waving a hoof.

"Nothing, just throwing funny words," She stuck her tongue out, only to taste metal, forgetting her muzzle was still covered up.

"Just do yourself a favor and get going before I change my mind - the last thing I need to repeat myself to some walk-the-wasteland-fuck," The dismissive tone in the auburn mare's tone continuously gave off a chilling vibe, silencing the ramblings of the masked mare, her gawk hidden.

"'Walk-the-wasteland-fuck'?" Not a word was spoken after as once more her mind vanished back to something her Mom once taught her about the world outside. It wasn't always filled with bad ponies, just misguided or desperate ones. However, those with power were always tricky, some held the responsibility that came with such strength, and others merely became their own monsters. One thing remained prominent inside her own little world, 'If a pony meets another with violence you have every right to react in kind, but remember, waging war against good ponies is bad for the soul. It won't make sense now, but it's the most important thing I've said'. "Care to rephrase that?"

Sadly, by the time she focused on the world once more, the trio of Rangers were trotting off back into the desert, leaving the mare speechless at their threats, but more importantly, for not even saying 'Goodbye', manners these days were really rare it seemed. Shaking her head, she steeled her nerves and crept up on the stallion in the back, tailing the others without a care in the world. Despite the fact the mare was practically glued to his flank, magic crackling as it pulled the hammer back on her revolver, SATS lighting up to define the crown of his head in detail under a stupid Stenson hat.

One-shot and the muzzle flashed, releasing a strong kick to his crown, blood and fragments of bone and straw sent flying up and over the two Rangers, their bodies flinching downward in fright over the sudden gunshot. None could react in time, the mare moved like a shadow against the sun, slipping before the leader mare whose eyes widened under her mucky, brown bangs, shakily fumbling with her battle-saddle before the 'click' of the revolver loaded the next shot. The last thing she saw was the screen of the familiar Pip-Buck lighting up with her whole body scanned across the screen, the head icon highlighted with two lines.

She snorted at the snap of her weapon's muzzle, the first bullet piercing the Ranger's throat, the second suddenly launched her body across the sand, creating a nice, red splash on the boulder behind them, the corpse sliding down in a lifeless heap. Pulling out of SATS, the mare turned her head to find the final Ranger galloping away, his magic flickering in a feeble attempt to maintain a strong grip on his rifle.

"You know," He flinched, then screamed once blood flew past his face, dropping him into the dirt like a sack of bricks, the mare's shadow stretching over him. Enchanting his rifle he swung the barrel around, missing her helmet by a mere inch, the ringing evident in her ear, yet she remained still, pushing the muzzle away from her vital organs with a mere hoof. "Nine millimeter would kill the body, this thirty-eight-special can kill the soul," She snapped the hammer back, seeing him flinch.

With a little strain on her magic, she levitated out her large, carbon-black rifle, the mere sight an omen of death for the Ranger. "But this beautiful puddle-maker loooves twelve-point-seven," She cooed, fawning over her weapons while leaning down to look the petrified Ranger dead in the eyes. "That won't just kill you, it'll make sure that not even the Radscorpians can't even pick at what's left of you."

"You're insane!" Poor choice of words. The mare was having none of it, carefully strapping her weapons back onto her barding. "You're no better than those damn Raiders, hell, a fucking Diamond Dog has more mercy than - ack!" A hoof promptly broke a few teeth of his against the coarse dirt.

"Where was that same 'Mercy' when you lit up a small town just because they wanted to be left alone?" She pressed, stepping on the pony's chest to keep him still, malice licking every word. "When your group executed Fathers and Brothers in-front of their families when they wouldn't join your cause, was that mercy? Must be the changing times because I'm a little behind on the details - plus, not the sharpest tool or something that some ponies said to me, but I like to believe I have a steady head on my shoulders when it counts," Her muzzle leaned down, and the Ranger swore the tinted goggles glowed brighter with rage. "So don't talk to me about mercy when there's not a shred left in walk-the-wasteland-fucks like you."

"No-"

*Blam!*

Her revolver slid under her coat again, the blood dripping out from the pierced eye-socket with a few audible squelches and spits of crimson. "Jerk,"

The rest of the blood merry she cooked up would probably be swept under the preverbal rug by the desert or the aforementioned Radscorpions would munch on the remains later, whatever came first. Rubbing her foot against the dirt slightly, she sighed and shook her head clear of the pesky thoughts, if the NLR caught wind of this she'd certainly have bigger issues in the future.

How did she remedy this along with her return to the dirt-ridden road? She took a sip from her trusty Stable 13 canteen.

Author's Note

Okay, wrote this again in the early hours of the morning, I think I have a problem. But seriously, fuck the NCR (Or in Fallout Equestria's case, the NLR). I've had to put up with their condescending and pedantic attitudes, I honestly put a bullet in all their heads personally. So our nameless mare happily does the same upon behind threatened just because she doesn't play nice with their bullshit ideals.

So yeah, while I have no intention of making a Fallout: Equestria story as that would lead to a mental breakdown, these little shorts are more than enough for me. Gotta thank the original Fallout fic and Project Horizons for this. I hope you enjoyed, appreciate the support as always, seeya next time Wastelanders.

P.S. For those who know the quote mentioned prior to the bloodshed, remember, we cannot expect God to do all the work. So let's leave it to the mare with a rifle capable of killing the soul. Also, why is it that the message about you taking a sip of water always appears after I've done something inhumane? Perhaps to wash away my sins? Pfft, yeah, sure...