Fallout Equestria: New Horizons

Blackjack: Hell Riders

We were the goddesses of the road, the Hellmares to all who travel the 75. We are the wind of death, striking down all who do not pay our tribute to move across our great land. Raiders, Slavers, Mercs, Traders, Travelers. Their reasoning does not matter, only the fact they pay us the proper respect!

We are the Hell’s Nightmares! The Deadliest tribe to master the Motorcycles of the dead world. And we'll burn that name into all who ride the road! And now was the perfect time to prove our words.

Below us trotted a herd of dozens of travelers, all standing around or riding in caravans pulled by their cows, brahmin. Mercenaries wearing well-crafted armor, showing off their softness, guarded their clients with bored expressions. Their weapons, a mix of SMGs and rifles fused to battle saddles hungered for combat. We will not disappoint them, no instead we will make them part of the 75 forever!

I looked at my mares, they bore our tribe's wears proudly. Iron armor with leather worn over it, painted with burning flames with Luna’s eyes in the center. They all gripped the handles of their cycles with an eagerness that made me smile, their weapons equipped to their rides hunger for battle.

“BRING THEM HELL LIKE THE DEVIL MARES YOU ARE! BE THE WIND OF DEATH!” I shouted the warcry as our cycles roared to life. “BRING HELL!”

We rode down the canyon hills like mad mares at blinding speeds. Our prey had already heard our war cries and was preparing a hasty defense. They tried to turned their wagons into a makeshift circle to take pot shots from. Big mistake, for they didn’t know our main weapon. A spell passed down in our tribe for generations.

My horn lit up, magical energy engulfing my mane as it flowed more and more freely. Its energy flowed through it like lightning until my mane turned into a burning inferno. My eyes spit fire as I took on the form of the Hellmare, the flaming rider of the 75.

With a shout I sent a ball of flames soaring into one of their wagons setting it ablaze. The defenders did not know how to react to this sudden change, screams of fear and confusion being music to my ears. As I rain down more hell fire on them my herd took to this opening to deliver quick strikes upon our foes. Riding through the flames, shooting, throwing explosives, or running ponies down in their path. Some didn’t return, some returned with battle scars to prove their valor, and some returned with trophies of their victories. It was a slaughter fest Goddess Luna would take great joy in seeing.

As our prey began to thin out, some waved the white flag wishing for mercy while their friends were fleeing. There was no mercy, no forgiveness, no heaven. All those who disrespected the 75 were to be buried under it! With the roar of my engine, I blaze a trail of pure fire as I hunted the survivors, burning each under my wheels so that their ashes would become part of the pavement.

When it was done all that remained of the travelers was burned corpses, the Wasteland would consume what was left. This would be another story engraved with the tales of Hell’s Nightmares.

None would stop us, none could challenge us.

That night in the hidden valley we called home we celebrated with the spoils of our victory. I sat upon my throne of iron watching as my mares drank, sang, and ate on the fruits of our victory. I saw young riders who had proved themselves telling tales of their heroic actions. I saw older mares talking about how this raid will benefit the tribe for a while, thinking of the future and what it holds for us. I sat there as their Hellmare, their leader and priestess of the road.

I was the strongest Unicorn of this tribe, I would stand as an unstoppable force to any who dare threaten us.

All was good along the 75 until she came, we heard rumors of her, her feats were treated like myth around the Wasteland, a monster spawn of old world technology. I chose to believe in them partially, so when I heard the Demon Mare was coming along the 75 I had to greet her.

We stood atop our hill slope watching the road for any signs of the so-called Demon Mare. That’s when in the horizon appeared, a dot that sped across the 75 like one of our motorcycles. We were shocked by this, few in the Wasteland knew how to restore the cycles of old.

As the dot came more into view we saw her. The black metal limbs, her barding bearing the number 99, her helmet that glowed red from it’s visor. She was the image all the rumors had built her up to be.

I was so struck by her existence that I didn’t notice some of our younger, more eager mares driving down to greet her. They shouted our battle cry as they sped down the slope towards they ill fated ‘Demon Mare’. Four of them drove with fury of the wind in their hearts, they saw this kill as their chance to gain legendary status.

That’s when to my horror I saw the deadly skills of the Demon Mare. She jolted to a stop, pulling out a large rifle and fired it rapidly at my approaching mares. One by one my fillies fell, being consumed by flames as their rides exploded.

Flaming bullets, this bastard dared use flames against us!

With the loudest warcry I could muster I shouted. “BRING THE WIND OF DEATH!”

My mane turned to flames as my eyes bellowed fire. I would show this Demon Mare that she was nothing to the Hellmare of the 75.

I blazed fire in my wake as my herd descended the slopes like a landslide. The Cybermare still took shots at us, picking us off one by one but she could not stop the inferno of death running towards her. She knew this and drove off down the road, we gave chase knowing she would soon become part of the pavement of the 75!

As we chased her down the road, the distance between us shrunk until we had almost surrounded her. That’s when she tricked us, she stopped full force causing us to dodge out of the way to avoid crashing. That’s when she went on the attack, pulling out two different pistols from hosters around her waist and firing them at us as we tried to dodge, with scary accuracy she downed five more of us.

I reared around ready to blast hellfire into her but the mare had quickly driven off before we could attack. We gave chase again, this time taking shots at her with our guns equipped to the bikes. I blasted balls of flame that she weaved and dodge out of the way of. Some of the more vengeful of my mares put their engines to speed to break formation and face our enemy on their own.

They all met violent ends. The Demon Mare upholstered a broadsword and slashed at any who tried to attack her, one mare lost her left forehoof, another her head, one was simply impaled by the weapon. All of them fell to the road becoming part of the 75 forever.

I’d had enough of this Demon Mare! She spilled the blood of too many of my tribe.

I grabbed the chain wrapped around my waist in my teeth. Magical energy flowed through it as the same fire that bellowed from me consumed the chains. Putting my ride to full speed I focus all my energy on doing one thing, destroying this monster.

Zigzagging towards the mare as I whipped the flaming chains about, I was rewarded with it wrapping around the Demon’s exhaust pipe. “GOT YOU!” The chain in my mouth burned so brightly they became blinding. “DIE!” her cycle was engulfed in fire that burned as hot as the sun.

But much to my horror I saw she had leaped off her cycle, and was falling towards me. Before I could react she delivered a kick that sent me flying off my bike onto the road. I tumbled around my vision becoming a spinning haze as I landed. As the rolling stopped I coughed without end, the world around me became a blur.

All the sounds I heard were white noise, I must have sat there for minutes as the pain finally caught up with my body. My right forehoof felt wrong, I could feel blood coming out of my flank, I must have scraped it in the fall. I tried to get on my good hooves but my body protested. I could only pray my riders were dealing with the Demon Mare.

But as my hearing returned I noticed that the sounds of battle were wearing down, and more frighteningly the sounds of Motor hums. Then I heard it, the slow approach of metal hooves.

She appeared upside down to me, staring at me with that black void she called a visor. She pointed one of those pistols she used to burn my mares with intent to do the same to me. That’s not how it works! You don’t burn the Hellmare, she burns you!

My magic spur to life as my mane became fire again. I roared flames at the Demon Mare causing her to jump back. Against the protest of my body I got on my hooves, my hate for her being my driving force to keep fighting

She holstered her pistol and took a fighting stance. I unleashed a cloud of fire at her which she rolled out of the way of. She tried to rush me but I created a wall of fire that stopped her. I created a circle of flames around me only for her to leap above them and land beside me. She swung at me but I bucked her back, countering with more of my fire breath. The circle around us closed as the flames grew. I didn’t have to hit her, just close her in.

Finally, I tried to blast her with another fireball only for her to power through it and charge me head-on. Before I could react she was on me. And that’s when I felt it, the most extreme pain I felt in my life. With one slash she had destroyed me, with one slash she had taken off my fucking horn!

I screamed as I had never screamed before, but even in pain, I wasn’t spared her brutality, as she unleashed a series of punches that knocked me unconscious.

When I woke up, the extreme pain was gone, replaced with an annoying headache. My eyes opened to a familiar sight, the hidden valley of Hell’s Nightmares. I was looking down upon it from the highest point in the village, my house. That’s when I noticed I was tied to the metal railing on my balcony, I looked to see what was happening only for my gaze to fall upon the Demon Mare as she talked with my tribe.

They looked sad, angry, defeated. Those were not the faces Nightmares should have, then I saw it, the smoke and corpses that littered the town. She had come to my town and torched it!

My attention snapped back to her as she spoke. “As of today you have two options, open up the 75 for every pony and stop raiding or leave! There is no in between.”

Who the fuck was she to come to our home and make these demands! Does she not know who she’s dealing with? We would rather die than surrender to any pony!

But I watched something in my herd I never wanted to see, submissiveness. My tribe talked among themselves for a while, and they came to a decision. Half would stay half would leave, they would open the 75 to all that came.

My heart broke, my tribe was defeated. Our century-long reign over the 75 was gone like that by one mare. I couldn’t stay here, I couldn’t accept this. When my followers untied me I told them I wish to be anywhere but here.

So it was like that I saddled up with those who were leaving and bid farewell to my former home. As we were leaving I caught sight of the mare who had brought us down.

She stood upon the cliffside watching as we left, her pure white coat contrasting her red glowing judging eyes. She was the monster the myths led you to believe.

She was the Demon Mare, the one who can break the Hellmare.