Fallout Equestria: Nora the Griffin pornstar (Charisma build)

by starwars90001

Rating: teen
Tags: Adventure, Violence, Fallout, Profanity, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe, Original Character
Length: 6054

If looks could kill Nora the Griffin actress would be an assassin, she follow her as fights Wasteland scum through charm and good looks

In the wasteland, it is often the toughest meanest creature with the biggest stick that rules. That in order for you to get your way strength and arms was the song of the day. I find this uncreative, the way of fools. For a Griffin my weapons are simple, charm is my guns, lies are my bombs, stealth is my poison, and scheming was my claws.

Words are more deadly than bullets, looks are more dangerous armor, and speech can kill more than any bomb. Follow me as I show how the skills of an actress, and how to apply them like a weapon.

Art by mysticalpha
mysticalpha

Published 2021-04-24 17:00:01 UTC
Last updated 2021-04-24 17:00:01 UTC

Words and lies are deadier than guns and bombs.

Fallout Equestria Special:

Nora The Pornstar

They always told me I was a mankiller, that if looks could kill I’d be the deadliest Griffin you could find. I always disagreed but it was a nice compliment. Killing was a side job for me, fighting wasn’t in my nature. I mean I could, I was a soldier after all. No, my real love lay in more intimate matters, I’m more a girl who likes getting results through flowery words and physical contact than through force.

Some look down on me for this, I heard the jealous words they said behind my back. But did I let it get to me? no, I let it be my inspiration to show them just how dangerous I can be. Lust is deadlier than wrath. And I was its master.

When I first arrived at the compound it didn’t take long for my magic to start working. I’d taken the gust of a new recruit into their little merc operation here quite well, I had been convinced in my words that I was a stray little Griffin merc in need of a job. My alluring form and smooth voice made any bullshit I created about myself seem reasonable.

These guys weren’t anything special, two merc companies, the Talons, and the Bloody Herd had been contracted by some big shot warlord up north to start setting up slavery operations in the Baltimare region.

I took that personally and made it my job to make their existence a living hell. This job was just another in a series of bad days for them, a gift from her friendly neighborhood Nora the Pornstar.

“Yo Meggie, when your shift is up do you want to go get a beer with me?” I looked up from my book to a slim navy blue pony who was giving me a sheepish smile. He wasn’t that tough looking for a pony, he looked like they had hired him out of a slum yet she heard he was a crack shot so she accepted it.

“Sorry Day Sky, the boss wants me to pull double shifts tonight.” I fake sighed in annoyance.

The stallion had a look I knew well, ‘damn it, the boss wants you all to himself.’ It was a thought I knew was right, every male in this place seemed to be eyeing her on some level. I didn’t mind, they were all lambs to the slaughter for my plan. “But I will be opened tomorrow.” I flirted with him softly. “I will buy you a drink when I get the time.”

He stomped happily. “I wil- I mean me and the boys will be waiting.” With that he galloped out of the fort I watched the wasteland from. It was set atop the hotel these mercs called home, with makeshift forts that held turret emplacement surrounded the building like it was a fortress.

I had been in the Wasteland for three years and the newly made structures Wastelanders often created, well, left much to be desired. When I unfroze my friend Photo Flash the mare nearly had a panic attack at the unfashionable looks of it all.

I looked at the ruins of Baltimare around me. The city was once a beauty to see, hub of culture, skyscrapers for miles, boasted a population of 9 million, and a breathtaking view of the sea. Now it was a shadow of it, balefires haven’t spared it anymore than anywhere else in the world. It was now a hub of tribes fighting each other, it’s skyscrapers blown down or wrecked, and it’s population barely rose above 3 million.

I sighed as I left the fort, over the last year I’d made a promise to myself. I use the army I was building to bring this city back to its former glory, my Golden Girls would restore this dead city one settlement at a time. And this job will be a step on the road to that goal!

I may made my way down the dust hallways, chanting with ponies and griffins as they pass by me. Most were welcoming, telling me about their day, their lives, and trying to spend time with me. But there was one person who wasn’t happy I was there at all.

“Still sucking everyone’s love knob Meggie?” When I first met Faris I was taken back by just how tough looking she was. The griffon had scars all over her body like someone had put her through a blender, she wore an eyepatch to cover her left were a particularly bad scar that ran down her neck lay. She almost never smiled, just glared at everything.

Ever since I got here she’s had nothing but sheer destain for me. I guess my fresh scent, well kept looks, and calming voice really hit a sore spot in her. She looked older than me, maybe it was an age thing. Hating the youth for stealing the spotlight. “Hello Faris, coming to wish me well? Want to join me for a drink?”

She snarled at the suggestion. “The day I drink with you is the day I swallow nails.” She pointed a claw at me. “No I came to tell you the boss wants to see you in his office, he has an offer for you.” I could hear the contempt in her voice, I was the boss’s favorite even though I was new around here, another reason to hate me.

“No rest for the wicked it seems. Boss is always riding my ass.”

She took my bait and answered that comment with the expected humor. “He and everybody else with a sausage, it’s what you're good at.”

She smirked like that was clever, I’d heard it a hundred times before, and I knew how to respond. “Well Faris when you clean yourself up, get rip of that old hag attitude, take a bath, and maybe boys would notice you more.”

That hit a sore spot in her but she tried her best to keep it under wraps. “If I wanted to be a prettied up little doll like you I'd work at a brothel.” She started walking past me, not noticing as I swiped a keycard from her and left a little present. “Don’t know where you came from doll face but around here sucking up only gets you so far. Your sweet words ain’t help out there in a real fight, so don’t drag us down.”

She’d be surprised, in my experience words are more deadly than bullets. Any fool can pick up a gun, shoot it, and kill someone. But the charismatic tricks I did require a certain style to pull off, why fight your enemy when you could plant yourself in their ranks, become their favorite, then destroy them from the inside. The dagger to the back is more deadly than the one in front, and she was about to get a taste of what I can do.

Step one in my plan needed a little bit of sabotage, which meant a little trip to the building’s lowest level, the parking garage. What was once a rest stop for pony carriages and wagons had been converted into a storage house for this operation’s main export, slaves.

When I first woke up to this new world I didn’t know what to make of it all, the world wasn't in a perfect place when it ended but this Wasteland was something else. Just another thing I would have to correct, and this could only be solved with fire.

I came out onto a platform overlooking the garage lot below, littering the floor below were the most desperate looking ponies I ever saw. They were filthy with a smell that almost made me vomit, one corner of the garage seemed to be where they relieved themselves. Some looked scarred, while she could play that off as usual wasteland roughness others bore the marks of fresh whip marks. All of them wore the trademark tools of the slavers, bomb collars, a pony tries to run away and pop goes their head.

“Meggie?” The squawking voice of a pony broke me away from the horror below. “What are you doing down here?” A skinny light purple earth pony stallion ran up to me. He was a harmless looking pony compared to everyone else here. When I first met him I hardly believed he willy work for these ponies but he told me he'd joined for the barrels of caps. I guess the wasteland turned even the kindness looking creature into a bastard.

“Hey Crowbar, just taking a smoke break before my next shift.” I took out my lighter and a pack of cigarettes, lighting one up as I kept him talking. “Watching a bunch of empty ruins gets boring after a while.” After bellowing a puff of smoke I looked at him. “This is a nice and quiet place you know?”

“Really here?” He stared at me like had grown a second head. “Smells like shit in here. The break room too full?”

I gave an answer he would understand. “Too full of lonely males and lesbians.”

“Oh.” He seemed to get it. “Well you can stay down here, ain’t like I got any pony to talk to.” He had the easiest job in the building. Since the slaves wore bomb collars they couldn’t get very far without popping their heads off, some did try of course but they just served as results for trying to escape, all he had to do was watch the large garage door, making sure no third parties got in and stole the stock. “Well eh, your welcome down here.” He was blushing a bit.

I decided this was my chance to lay on my charm. “Too bad there are no drinks down here. A girl needs a nice cold one after a long day, could lighten my head up.” I said in a saltier voice. I knew he had a secret stash down here, everybody in this building did, this would be his chance to impress me, and my chance to follow through on my plan.

If on time his face lit at that. “Actually Nora I have goodies down here if you're staying here.” He was flubbing a bit at the suggestion. “I don’t have anything better to do so would you drink with me?” He gave a weak smile.

“That would be wonderful.” like a moth flying into a spider's web.

An hour later and the fool could barely keep himself standing up straight as we sat and talked in the corner of the room. He fought to stay awake as he fumbled his speech, his head swaying in every direction. “And sooo I Said. Blow it out your ass.” Crowbar was known as a light drinker, that fact usually making him the jokester at a party, and my perfect target when he got picked for guard duty down here. I still spiked his drink as an added measure just in case he was cautious tonight.

“I think you had a little too much Crowbar.” I famed worry as I tried to stand him up.

“I’m fine Meeegie, just fine.” He tried pushing me away but failed pathetically. “I just need to sleep it off a bit.”

“Here let me just get you to the beds, can’t have you passing out on the floor.” I took him to a side room across the balcony, there lay a small waiting room refitted into a barracks. This was for slavers who had traveled a long away and couldn’t find enough rooms upstairs. “If someone catches you blackout drunk that’s going to alert them to your stash.” I winked at him as I laid him on a bed. “Can’t have ponies stealing from you.”

He hiccuped as he lay on a pillow. “Thanks Norra, your a lifesaveer.”

“Don’t mention it.”

Within a minute he was out cold, making me free to do my job. After looking around to make sure no one else was coming, I flew down to the lower floor, making a few of the slaves cowarer away from me. “Don’t be scared, my little ponies.” I put on my best softest voice to calm their nerves. “I’m here to get you out of here.” I got mixed reactions ranging from surprise, disbelief, and utter defeat. It broke my heart to know some had just given up like this. “But I need a volunteer first. Which one of you can help me?”

Not one looked at me, most looked too scared to try escaping. Clearly, by the looks of some of the scars, the slaves bore the slavers had been very efficient in making sure rebellious ideas weren’t a thing. But I had considered this would happen, I knew the solution to this problem. Find either the leader of the group or the strongest pony ever one would follow.

My eyes fell upon a pale white unicorn sitting next to a pillar, a lot of foals nested under her. Unlike everyone else she seemed to be eyeing me with curiosity rather than fear or defeat. Some ponies were looking to her for answers making probably the de facto leader around here.

I flew over to her, making the mare guard the children around her, her curious gaze turning into a glare. “Hello Miss?”

She looked over for a minute before answering. “My name’s Light Rays.” Her speech seemed more well then most people I came across in the wasteland. “Are you… really going to save us? Who are you?” This mare had every right to doubt me, the world had become so cruel that believing anyone was capable of heroism seemed impossible. But part of my job is bringing happiness back to people.

“Just your friendly neighborhood Nora, and I’m here to rescue you.” That put a small smile on her face. “But I need some help if I’m going to pull this off. Can you help me Ms. Rays?”

I saw the spark of confidence in her eyes, she knew this was her best shot at saving these ponies. “Don't know how much I can help, but I’ll do anything I can.”

“Simple, I’m shutting off all your bomb collars from the boss’s command terminal.” I held out Faris's keycard to her then pointed to a tunnel leading downstairs blocked off by an iron gate. “When you hear a click that means your collar is off, use this keycard to unlock the doors to the metro.” This hotel was built along with a large metro system that ran across the entire city. Since the end of the world, the tunnels had become home to every mutant spawn or wasteland scum you could think of. The slavers saw no use in it so they just locked it up and placed a few turrets down there. They didn’t count on a little birdie clearing a path through there though.

She took the keycard into her mouth, seeing ponies using their mouths always made me glad I had hands. “What do we once we're down there” Did she really have to speak through her teeth? “The turrets will shoot us to pieces and we have foals with us!”

“Oh don’t worry, let’s just say I plan to turn their greatest defense against them. You just need to lead these ponies out of here when the shooting starts.” I could see the hope returning to these ponies, even the most defeated looking slave was looking at me like I was their only hope. “Once you all escape, run north of here until you reach Luna’s center park metro. my girls are waiting there to provide medical treatment and shelter to those who need it.”

Ponies from all around stared at me, looks of unbelief shared among them, Even Light Rays could hardly believe her luck. “Thank you.” was all she said.

I winked at her. “Don’t think of me yet cute stuff, when this is all over, come and see me, I might have a job offering for a mare as beautiful as you.” She did the cutest blush as I blew her kiss while flying off, it was time to put step two into action.

When I arrived at the Boss's office, I was hit by a sight I’d missed ever since waking up, a nice clean room with no dirt anywhere. It was an old VIP room restored back to its former glory, red carpet, nice grapes, a bed that didn’t make me question who last used it, and a fresh scent that smelled like pine trees, the only thing that stood out was the turrets embedded in the ceiling. If I wasn’t planning on destroying this place I would love to take over this room.

No, this place had to go along with its residents, and my plan for doing that sat right in the corner. He was a large stallion, brown fur, black mane, worn dense looking metal armor, typical wasteland merc. He was looking over my secondary objective, the terminal.

“So glad you made it Meggie.” He turned away from the terminal to greet me with the same smile every male did. “You're looking like a beautiful burning phoenix.”

God the lines these guys sometimes came up with. “Oh, you charmer” I put on my best fake smile. “You had an offer for me boss?” I knew what he wanted, it’s what all males wanted.

“Well, I’ve been reviewing your performance with us for the last month. And may I say I’m impressed.” Just as plan, step one to being a good spy is to make the enemy think you're their best operative. “Decided to make you a proposition.” He got up from his chair, trotting over to me with a grin. “I want you to join the Bloody Herd as a Captain, more importantly as the second in command around here, you leave the Talons.” So this wasn’t about getting me as a mistress, it was just office politics.

The Bloody Herd and Talon companies usually budded heads over merc jobs and this one was no different. When I got here there was a sense of rivalry with half the building split between them, it took some time but I was able to make both groups warm up to me, but all that did was turn me into the unofficial golden girl that both sides wanted.

“Oh, boss I don’t think I’m that special.” Not special enough to be used as your bargaining tool. “I haven’t even done anything to deserve it.”

“Oh but Miss Meggie I insist. Many among the Bloody Herd would love to have you among our ranks. Even if you are a Griffin.” I mentally scratched his eyes out but kept any disdain bottled up. For this, to work I needed to lure him into a false sense of security, and I knew the perfect way to do that.

“Boss, I can’t think you enough for giving me this opportunity.” I moved in a little closer, making the tough looking buck blush a little. “You have no idea how hard it is for a girl like me to make it out in the wasteland.” I got closer and closer to him, he was starting to breathe heavily. “Even among the Talons, I’m looked at as nothing but eye candy.” I placed my claws on his shoulders, leaning in real close to his ears. “I feel I should find a special way to thank you.”

He back up a bit from me, even these hardened wasteland badasses couldn’t handle themselves when I worked my magic. “Well eh, I eh.” He was trying his best to regain his rugged composure but failing. “I will take that offer! Let this be your welcoming party into the Bloody Herd.” He put on fake confidence that made me giggle inside. Clearly he wasn't expecting to get this lucky tonight, unfortunately for him, his luck was about to run out.

“Just let me get ready first.” I said as smoothly as I could manage. “I just need to freshen up for a special occasion like this.”

“Eh sure, use my bathroom.” He pointed nervously to a room to the left of his bed. “Take as long as you need baby.”

I blew him a kiss as I walked off, I could see the building excitement in his eyes. He really believed he’d hit the jackpot today, didn’t he? The bathroom itself was clean as the rest of the VIP room, for that I was thankful, too many horrible restroom memories since I woke up. I turned my attention to the mirror, looking myself over and getting my girls out of my pack. A little make-up here, a little brushed feathers there, and my trump card, Zebra sleeping powder in lipstick form.

When I got out of the bathroom I saw him laying on his bed facing me, legs crossed with a smirk written on his face. He really thought he was wooing me like some type of mare killer, didn’t he? Never the less I played along. “Aren’t you the Kama Sutra Master?” I trotted over to the bed and sled myself under the sheets next to him. “Come here mister mare killer.”

“Oh, now you're talking my language.” He boasted as we both leaned in.

It took a minute for the powder’s effect to catch on, a minute I won’t say was a glorious one for me. I’d dealt with bad kissers before, it came with my former job profession. The smell and sloppiest of it all left a sour taste in my mouth, literally. Like what the fuck did this pony eat. Well, at least he fell out cold.

I got up from the bed walking over to the terminal. The idiot didn’t even lock it before he got off making my job easier. After looking through his more critical files I fell upon my two objectives: deactivate collars, and turret controls. For my next trick, it required me to get a little technical as I pulled a boxed-shaped device from my purse, a Pocketbuck, a small mini terminal designed for spies to carry back during the war. It was the Pipbuck’s lesser brother missing a lot of features like the targeting spell but still came with the essentials like data storage and hacking.

Connecting a wire in its side to a port I waited until the screen on the box flashed ‘Connected’. Most ponies didn’t understand the skill one needs to reprogram a defense system, whether it was turning off alarms or readjusting turrets. Sure you could reprogram the turrets to fire on your enemies but they still shoot at you. To truly turn the tables against them you needed to change its setting with another terminal’s settings, few could do this in the wasteland as it required a Pipbuck or a terminal connection to do so. But that was one of the perks of being pre-war, I got goodies these fools don’t.

With the press of a button, I let my little gift to the slavers play out as the turrets in the ceiling came to life, sprung around until they faced the bed and opened fire. The poor fool didn’t even wake up as he was filled with bullets. I could hear down the hall ponies and griffins screaming as similar events played out as the sound of gunfire came from everywhere.

I know it sounds wrong but I laughed a bit. These idiots had filled the entire hotel with turrets, from the outside to the hallways, to try and make this place into a fortress, that it never crossed their minds what happens if some little birdie turns them on you. The boss was the biggest fool for building them in his damn room.

Maybe he thought since controls to the turrets were in his room he was completely safe. But he forgot the old dragon proverb. “Never put a weapon of dragon slaying inside your own cave.”

With the mayhem I created playing out everywhere I focus on my next objective. Deactivating the slaves' collars was easy enough but the real challenge was getting out of here without being noticed.

Just flying out was out of the question. Some Griffin would spot me flying off, probably put two and two together then give chase. The only way out for me was through the metro.

It was hell trying to get through the building, almost every hall became a battleground between the mercs and turrets. I barely escaped getting into the crossfire a few times. These fools really did go overboard with the turrets like damn. Took nearly an hour but I finally was able to reach the parking garage, where slaves were once kept as cattle to be sold was now just an empty lot. I would be lying if I didn't say I took pride in my handy work

I flew down to the lot below and started walking to the now open metro tunnel when I heard a familiar voice behind me. “Well now look at the bird trying to make a getaway.” I turned to see the lovely form of Faris glaring at me, a .44 magnum pointing at me. Beside her stood a skinny light purple earth pony stallion holding a pistol in his mouth. Crowbar still looked half dazed and confused at what was happening but kept his gun firm to me all the same. “I knew there was something off about you. Since the day you arrived you carried the air from a bird out of time, the way you acted, how you talked, how you looked at things. No, you're not from around here, your from a different era altogether.” Her glare turned to a wicked smile as she said my name. “Isn’t that right, Nora the angel of Baltimare!”

Not the title I’d give myself but hey it’s what the ponies around here chose, guess they didn’t like my old profession. “Faris, what the hell are you talking about?” Time to play face until I see an opening. “I came down here to see if Crowbar was alright since he blacked out earlier. What, What is this nonsense about being someone called Nora.” I could see I was making Crowbar a little confused, just needed to push him a little more.

“Don’t play dumb bitch! You don’t think I didn’t notice my keys missing, or the fact the turrets went wild after you went to see the Boss! Do you think I’m stupid!” Considering how long it took you to pick up on my little game, yes. “That fake nice bird attitude was a dead give away something was off about you.”

Crowbar looked like he was starting to sway to her side, I needed to act and fast. “Wow really? You hate me that much you're going to pin all this on me?” Almost everybody in the building knew about me and Faris’s little rivalry, this is the perfect time to use that against her. “I see what this is, trying to use me as a scapegoat so you can remove me huh? Tell me what was it a political move?”

“What are you babbling about?” I needed to be careful with my words, upset her too much and she will just shoot me on the spot. The only reason she hadn’t already was probably that she needed some proof I was behind it, I was still the golden girl around here, few would believe I was a turncoat without proof.

“Only two people can access the Boss’s terminal, him and you. This operation is split between the Bloody Herd and the Talons, the boss was offering me a job as his second in command, giving the Herd more control. This chaos would be an easy way to eliminate two birds with one stone, reduce the Herd’s control of this place and make me the mark getting rid of your most hated rival here.” She was giving me shooty looks but she wasn’t the one I was trying to convince, I could see Crowbar’s doubts starting to grow, I just needed to foster it more.

“The slaves getting free makes the old Boss look inept so no one would question your take over of this operation.” I could see Crowbar was looking at her with more distrust than before, now this was my chance to spring my little gift to Faris. “Someone snuck into the boss's office when I was talking to him and activated the turrets, I couldn’t see them but I saw the boss’s door swung open. Check her saddle pack Crowbar, see if she’s hiding any Stealth Bucks.”

The stallion was eyeing her more and more until finally, he swung his gun at her. “What the fuck are you doing?” She redirected her magnum in his direction taking her attention away from me.

“Empty your saddle packs, Faris.” Even half dazed and speaking with a mouth full of the gun his tone bore no arguments.

“I DON’T HAVE TO DO SHIT!” She hissed while holding her magnum tightly. “I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING!”

“Empty your saddle packs, NOW!”

“Get that gun out of my face!” Now was my chance. “Get that gun out of my face you fucking!”

She didn’t finish that threat as four bullets found their way into her throat. I looked down on guns, they were things for uncreative creatures. But even now and then I had to wipe out the old girl for problematic situations.

Faris fell limp to the ground as Crowbar backed up a bit. He looked at me for a moment before holstering his gun then trotting over to her body. Looking through her saddle pack he came across my little evidence, a stealth Buck.

When I started drawing up this plan all the strategies I came up with always had one problem, Faris. She was the only person who never brought into my charm, always suspicious of me at every turn. She would always be the one to put two and two together in every outcome I came up with.

So the plan changed to making her the fall girl. “This isn’t good, Talons and Bloody Herd were already on bad terms before, this is going to lead to all-out war. Even if Faris caused this no pony in the Bloody herd will trust any Talon after this.” Crowbar's expression turned to dread as the full realization of what happened hit him.

I walked over to him, cuddling the pony into an embrace. “It’s okay Crowbar, it’s okay.” I crest him a bit to calm him down. It seemed to work as he relaxed a bit.

“Thanks, eh Meggie I-” He didn’t finish his thought as I embraced him in a big kiss. His eyes went wide as I held him for a solid minute. Finally, when we broke off he stared at me as if I asked him to marry me. “I, I don’t.”

I just winked at him, making him blush more. “That’s for saving me, big boy. Faris would have gotten away with it for sure if you weren’t here.” And I just needed to wait another few seconds for the powder to kick in.

“Oh eh. It was nothing. Just doing my job, and eh, eh.” And then he fell to the ground, knocked out cold.

“Bingo.” Oh, Sleeping Powder lipstick you are my best friend.

Tracking it through the metro tunnel wasn’t my ideal way to travel but it beat traveling on the surface when things were hot. When we reached the outpost my Golden Girls had set up I let out a sigh of relief. Missions like this are were a hard thing, all the planning, scheming, and information gathering could wear you out for a lifetime.

As I exited the metro into Luna's center park I was greeted with the fruits of my labor. My girls had set this park as a base camp with makeshift walls and tents to protect travelers moving through the city, and now I saw it being transformed into a shelter for the slaves. The injured were getting their wounds treated, the lost were being given a home. Just another step in restoring Baltimare.

“You're here!” Hearing a familiar voice I turned to see the white slave mare from earlier galloping up to me. “You, you saved us.” Her joy at seeing me was infectious, I got to admit it was cute. “Thank you, thank you so much. Every pony here owes you a great debt. You're a blessing from the goddesses.” She started bowing to me as other ponies started crowding around me, giving me thanks or praising the Goddesses for a hero like me.

“Calm down ponies I haven’t even finished my job yet, you're still in danger.” That got confused looks from the lot of them. “I still need to have that operation shut down for good. Baltimore ain’t save until those slavers are gone.”

“Well took you long enough.” As if on queue I heard the familiar raspy voice of an old friend. Looking to the back of the crowd I saw a zombie-like pony wearing combat armor pushing her away through the freed slaves, getting annoyed looks from everyone she shoved. “This spy shit sucks Nora! I’ve been waiting all month for your ass!”

I chuckled as I waved her off. “Penny quit complaining. All you’ve done all month is sit on your ass, I did the actual work.” Me and Penny disagree a lot over tactics, she was a more lead and fire pony, I was a cloak and dagger Griffin. “Besides we get to do your part of the plan now.”

She lit up at that. “Finally! We get to just below that sucker off the face of the map.” She put her left hoof to her earpiece and began speaking loudly. “Come in all batteries, come in. Mission complete, begin bombardment on the compound.” She repeated that a few times, the ponies around giving the ghoul weird looks.

I turned my sights south to the looming tower the slavers called home, minutes later the old skyscraper suffered an attack it hadn't seen since the great war, multiple explosions ripped apart huge chunks of the building as its foundation slowly gave way.

The bombardment continued for a solid while until the building collapsed into a giant mushroom cloud of dust and rubble. All thanks to your local Golden Girls artillery pieces, newly built by your local crazy mare Penny.

I sighed loudly, the feeling of exhaustion hitting me like a ton of bricks. The freed slaves were staring at their former prison’s destruction in shock either muttering to themselves or crying in tears of joy. I took that surprise as my chance to escape.

Moving my way through the crowd, Penny followed closely behind. “Well, that takes care of the slaver problem. Outside a few holdouts, we can mop up in a month their basically done in this city.”

One step forward to healing this city. “One fire out, a hundred more to go. We still got our work cut out for us Penny if we want to restore Baltimare. But mark my words we’re going to do it!” I wasn’t boasting or being overconfident, that was a promise I sought to keep.

Penny just shook her head. “Jeez, do you always gotta be so dramatic?”

“Hey! I was an actor you know.”

She rolled her eyes. “Porn ain’t acting Nora.”

“Well if it wasn’t acting then I don't know what I’ve been doing with the slavers for the past month.” I looked at my 200-year-old zombie friend smugly. “I don’t proudly call myself Nora the Pornstar for nothing.”

Character Sheet: Nora

Sex: female

Age: 35

Race: Griffin

S. P. E. C. I. A. L.: 2, 4, 1, 10, 9, 5, 6.

Level: 25

Traits: Good Nature, Sex Appeal.

Tagged skills: Speech, Sneak, Science

Perks: Cult of Personality, Bringer of Justice, Foal at Heart, Team Player, Leader, Finesse, Chem Resistant, Bluff Master, Angel Of Deception, Luna’s Ruse, Rapid Reload, Tail trick, Thief, Fast Pack Buckles, Mare-do-Ill, Quick Recovery.