Fallout Equestria: A Wastelander Tale

Fallout Equestria: A Wastelander Tale, Chapter Thirty Four

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It turned out to have been a good idea to bring the ghouls with me, as doctor Coriander insisted I keep drinking the Radaway. I had no appetite after the chems wore off, and had been light headed. Seems that even thought I was immune to dying of radiation poisoning while in that trance, it didn't mean I was not soaking up rads.

Rattlebones and I were going to need a talk.

But I followed through with the plan; pouring a bit of the ghoul bile wine along my way back. In the faint moonlight I could even see the horde in the distance, a trickle at first, but every time I checked, there were more. The pegasus among them were going to be a real surprise, and something to watch out for myself.

Along the way the still sane ghouls explained to me why they were there. As it turned out the four of them were from the war, and had ghoulified inside the shelter, then later returned to Happyville. "Well as part of the Ministry of Peace, we tried to understand and cure the ghoulification." Mint explained. "But the radiation had damaged almost all our equipment, and with ponies going feral by the day, things became… difficult. We kept those who lost their minds in the shelter, as well as any feral we managed to find, hoping that one day they could be cured. Then and refocused on keeping the others from becoming lost. I don't know how long it was like that, or what was happening outside, as healthy ponies tended to run away as soon as they saw us. Well that was until those… raiders you called them, showed up and started killing everypony. Though a lot of us managed to escape, the stress proved too much for most of us, and they too quickly turned feral."

"I'm sorry for your loss. And I wish I didn't need to use them like this." I told mint.

"Thanks, and it's fine." Mint said, as she looked up at the dark sky. "It's not like we've done anything good for them, keeping them locked up for so long. I'm sure 8f we did manage to cure them, all they would want is to die, or not enough of them would be left to be considered a full pony. At least this plan will make good use of them, and rid Equestria of those evil ponies. But still, sending in a ghoul instead of you would have been smarter, who knows what kind of mutation you might have gotten in there."

I smiled at Mint, who was genuinely worried about me. But with the chem having run its course, both her beautiful form and lovely voice had vanished, and a worn down ghoul remained. It made me sympathize with her more, as not a hair of her mane had survived the last two hundred years, and I don't know I could be so strong to keep on living if that happened to me.

"Well there weren't any ghouls available." I told her.

Mint sighed, "Still, having a young mare like you do all this has to be stressful. You look like some of the soldiers we've had to help. Back during the war I mean. Every pony part of the M.o.P. had to be able to deal with Wartime Stress Disorder victims."

Aloe then spoke up. "Oh yes, I remember. Miss Fluttershy had all of us undergo that training. And doctors had to take advice training. It was sadly useful in the last few years."

Basile then trotted up next to me, the only one who still had a mane and tail, though just barely. "You should let the doctor look you over, if you let something like Wartime Stress Disorder, W.S.D. in short, go on untreated, other disorders can develop."

I looked back at Coriander, and he shrugged before saying. "Professionally speaking, it's best to not speculate until you've had a chance to get examined. And since its a bad idea to get close to me for an examination, I'll refer to the girls on this. They have had years of experience with ponies suffering from W.S.D., and years after with helping ponies dealing with their ghoulification. If they think you have W.S.D. you probably do. Is there any traumatic event you have had, or long periods of stress?"

"Have you been through any traumatic events 8n your life, maybe recently?" Mint asked.

I don't know why, but I felt like being honest. "Been raped three times now, two of them happed just yesterday" My voice seethed with anger as I said it.

I felt a squishy hug as Aloe held me. "Oh, it will be alright."

I wanted to sake her off me, but she held me tight, quivering.

Mint and Basil both carefully peeled Aloe off me. The Mint said to me. "Sorry about that. Aloe means well, and… lets just say she understands your pain."

Nothing more needed to be said about that. "Mint, Basil, Aloe and Coriander. I'm going to try and rescue some of the ponies captured by the raiders. They are going to need all your help once they're safe."

Mint nodded, then looked back at the other ghouls following us. "Alright, but their safety comes first. If somepony starts yelling zombie pony and grabbing their guns, were out of here."

"Fair enough." I told her as we trotted over a hill, and the raider base came into sight. Even from here the fires they had lit showed their cruelty and madness. Several corpses had been hung up by chains in a way so that a lone fire barrel lit them up.

There were several gasps from the ghouls, but Mint just clicked her tongue. "I know my house is still there, but with those… things, there. I don't want to know what they did to it." She then turned to me, sorrow in her milky white eyes. "Once the raiders are gone, I think it be best if we had this place burned down.

I nodded.

A piece of me saw it as a waste, that so much could be salvaged. The rest of me didn't care, and if possible, have it burn with the raiders inside.

As we got close, I saw two ponies trot to me; Molo and Cauterize. They both drew their weapons as we got closer, and the nurses hid behind me.

"Don't shoot, they're friendly." I told them.

They both relaxed, and Molo trotted over, a nervous smile on her face. "You okay, and what's with the crew of ghouls?"

"Aside from a bad chem trip and radiation poisoning, I'll recover. And as for the ghouls, they're from this town, found them taking shelter in the… shelter. Anyways, the four right behind me are medical ponies, so we're going to need them in case anypony gets seriously hurt."

Molo eyed the four medical ghouls, then shrugged. "Right, if you say so, but I hope they're not coming into the town with us." I shook my head. "Okay, then if everything is going to the plan, how long until the shitshow starts?"

I glanced back, but was not in the best position to see the hoard of feral ghouls, but I had a good guess on where they were. "Their slow moving, so it may be an hour, maybe a bit more before the first few trickle in. Then things might quickly speed up. There are hundreds of them, maybe over a thousand, so once the bulk of them hit, well… you'll know."

"Good, that should be enough time. " Molo said as she passed me a gas mask. It was painted to look like some neon colored monstrosity. "Low Pressure is waiting for us, and can get us in the estate house. Not sure how, likely sucked a few dicks, but he just needs two guards to make him look the part of an important pony. He seemed quite confident, but it doesn't smell right."

"How so?" I asked.

Molo rolled her eyes. "The idiot was just given a pass in, and told to bring two female guards. From what the other raiders have said, you don't just get a pass."

"Bandsaw." I said with a sigh, then put on the mask.

Molo also put on a mask. "She'd know who Low is, so it's possible, but why?"

"It's the Baelfire Friends, they don't intend on sharing the power." I explained.

A chuckle came from Molo. "Ya, that sounds like raiders. Well, let's not disappoint the bitch shall we."

I then turned to Cauterize. "Can you take these ghouls to a safe hiding spot. Some place where we can bring other ponies as well, we're going to try and save any captives we can after we get the info."

The big stallion huffed in annoyance. "I ain't a foal sitter for zombie ponies."

Molo then butted in, telling him. "Just do it, not like you can go in. If Short Fuse is there, she's going to sniff you out right away. Anyways, you can come back to join us once the fighting starts. So just find a place for us to gather before we head back to Ursa's Rest."

"Right, right. You two really get the bitch part down, you know that." Cauterize said mockingly.

I didn't give into the taunt, we were already losing time.

As we separated from the group, Molo got closer and whispered to me. "Are you, you know, still holding up?"

I let out a huff, "no, far from it. But I'll get through this, so stop worrying."

"Alright, but let me know if you need some time alone." She told me.

I nodded, but then had to ask. "How did you deal with it?"

Molo sighed. "Lots of chems and then just taking things day by day. When you come to understand that it's just something that happens out in the wasteland, you learn to just deal with it. The worst thing you can do is let them know you're hurt by it, otherwise it becomes their main form of torment. It also helps to become something that they see as too much trouble to mess with. Ya they get their rocks off, but ain't worth it if the bitch sets their shaft on fire the next day."

"Or an axe to the head." I added.

A chuckle came from Molo. "That's the spirit. Now let's get some old fashioned, cold hearted revenge."

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As Molo said, Low Pressure had been waiting for us, looking rather worried as several raiders eyed him from all sides. Upon seeing Molo and I, he let out a long breath and trotted to us.

"Oh thank goodness. If you were any longer, I feared I was going to become the roast part of a surprise spitroast." I physically shivered at his familiar and all to true worry. Low then looked at me, an eyebrow raised. "I know my auditory skills are quite magnificent, but to make you quiver amaze even myself.

Molo then kicked him in The fenlock. "No, you're just an idiot who needs to shut up. Now let's get moving, or I'll pay those raider assholes to spitroast you aggressively."

Low looked insulted as he pivoted around, and weekly stomped his hoof. "Fine, as I do have a dinner date to be very fashionably late to."

Following the self-important ass, we trotted up to the estate. It was a rather large building that was half boarded up, and half rotting, but managed to maintain a feeling of importance. Mainly the walls with guards at the gate, and that from where we were, I could see that it had electric lights on inside.

Before the guards even got a chance to stop us, Low got to work. "Unless you like the idea of eating your own balls, choose your next words carefully. I am an expected guess after all. By Celestia having to be around so many unwashed invalids has my mainline receding, I even saw a gray hair the other day, and my mane is my life."

The two guards looked rather confused for a moment, then asked. "Got a pass?"

Low shoved a ratty piece of paper at them. "Ya, ya, I got the stupid pass, since your incapable of recognizing important unless written down."

After a short moment one of the guards rolled their eyes and let us pass, and we entered. The ground inside of the estate walls were rather clean, where some effort had gone into even cutting the browned grass. There were a few more ponies on guard, their eyes on us as we trotted to the large building, each armed with a Redeye rifle.

"What's with the attitude?" I asked Low.

"Just keeping up the act, and to make sure they don't look closer at us." Was his response.

It made enough sense to me, so I didn't press any further.

Standing at the front door was a rather well dressed stallion sporting a long pencil mustache and a slave collar around his neck. The slave gave us a bow and stepped aside before informing us. "The mistress is in the ballroom, entertaining guests."

Low didn't even acknowledge the pony as he trotted by, and Molo and I simply followed. We couldn't save him just yet.

Inside was a rather clean building for a place that was rotting and threatening to fall over in some places. There were a few guards, but most were placed near the entrance, leaving the rest of the estate free for us to roam.

Molo was first to quietly speak up. "Right, knowing how these assholes work, anything important will be kept in some office, behind a safe or some shit. Their bedrooms are for some other weird shit, so we can write that off. But where is this office?"

Low surprisingly had an answer. "Passed the ballroom. From what the priest told me, Onyx keeps everything close to where she can keep an eye on things. That and half of the estate is unlivable due to rot."

I sighed. "So into the mole rat nest then."

The sound of music greeted us as we got closer to the ballroom, it was not hard to find, with most other ways blocked. I was rather displeased to see a somewhat sizable crowd as we entered the ballroom, they all bunched up as they watched a stage.

"It's still a work in progress, but given time, Tripwire will have the spell perfected. Then never again will some upstart threaten our rightful place." Onyx spoke to the crowd, dressed up in her red dress and holding a mezmetron.

Next to her were two bodies and one rather beaten pony. One body was missing a head, where the other had several stab wounds. The third pony looked catatonic as she looked at their blood covered hooves, tears rolling down their faces.

One pony in the crowed spoke up. "And how long until it stops blowing up a ponies head, a dead slave has no value other then as feed for other slaves."

"Soon." Onyx said confidently. "The exploding head problem is just a side effect of the imperfect spell, and too much power being used. Tripwire had informed me that he has reduced the risk, though it comes at the effectiveness of the spell. But by the time you get your own mezmetron, this issue will be a non issue."

Another pony in the crowd then asked another question. "And the time limit, any way to make it more… permanent?"

Onyx smiled. "Unfortunately the mezmetron is not capable of permanent mind domination. But there is a method in which to do so, though it requires the use of more tools and spells which are limited in supplies and knowledge. But we have developed an alternative solution to this, and once we have a fair supply of slaves available, we will start processing truly loyal slaves who obey only to ones who hold their leach. It is a time consuming process, but Tripwire is quite sure that everypony that joins him will be satisfied with the results."

A third pony spoke up. "This includes combat capable slaves?"

"Those are the first we are producing, after all, our enemies surround us.." Onyx answered, then turned her attention to the weeping pony on stage. "We already have a few prototypes among the smelters, and they have proven most satisfying as loyal guard dogs." She then pointed the mezmetron at the weeping mare and fired it. The mare fell silent as her eyes became empty. "We have, after all, already solved the self preservation problem. They will die on command if you so choose. Now observe; you, bitch, slit your throat."

We watched as the mind controlled pony then pulled a knife from one of the corpses, then proceeded to saw at her own neck, blood spurting from the cutting. Even as the mare fell over, even with her last strength, she continued to cut at her neck until she went limp.

I wanted to rush right up there and beat Onyx's face in until it was mush. No, I wanted to make her feel the same pain I felt, but worse. To drag her into a pen of ravenous raider and have them rape her for days until she died, but even that would be too good for her.

"Easy, Lottery, you will get your chance." Molo whispered. Her words settling me down.

Onyx was just one pony among many that needed to die, and I could not risk it all on my first opportunity. Right now we just had to focus on getting any info on where Tripwire's operations are in the wasteland. Then I can get some revenge. Though if possible, killing the rest of the ponies here would be a great consolation prize.

That then got me to quietly ask, "Low, who are those ponies Onyx is talking too?"

"From what I've been told. Plantation owners and other pro slaver ponies with some power. I think it has something to do with the NCR's rise to power, and their anti-slave policy, that this ponies are here." He told me before straightening up.

One of the ponies from the crowd had trotted over, a rather portly stallion that was far out of place among all the raiders. "Ahh… Low was it? Lovely show, though a bit too on the messy side if you ask me. But it will help keep the lesser in line, don't you think?

"Most certainly." Low responded without missing a beat. "It would put an end to all the chattering behind my back, always conniving and complaining."

"Oh yes. Not to mention the filthy raiders. Maybe some real use can be made from them now." The stallion continues.

"Yes, like getting them to bathe for once in their life." Low joked and the both of them shared a laugh. Fortunately the portly stallion got distracted by another pony and finally moved on.

The door to the other side was just in reach, and we had managed to stay under Onyx's attention. But we were stopped by the priest from before, he trotted over with a pony I recognized, a pegasus. "Ahh, mister Pressure, glad you have finally made it. It is the providence of the great and powerful Goddess that we arrived when the demonstration was happening. I was afraid that they would have already moved to visit New Unity."

"And a most interesting display, something the Enclave could have made great use of if we knew of its existence." Colonel Flyright said with a chilling tone. "Isn't that right, Counter Sedition Deputy, Low Pressure."

Molo and I became on edge, ready for trouble

Low Pressure smiled with pride. "There is no doubt about that. It would have made a lot of ponies lives so much easier. Maybe even helped keep the fall from being as bad as it had."

The older pegasus mare paused for a moment, looking confused, but then sighed. "Right, all beauty and no brains." Flyright then eyed Molo and I, asking us, "which of you two are the brains? And before you do anything rash, I have several of my ponies keeping an eye on things." She motions up, and through a broken window was an Enclave pony armed with a magical energy rifle. "Their trained professional snipers, far superior to any dirt kickers like you two."

"Oh major!" Onyx called out cheerfully, and flanking her was Pink Haze and Short Fuse. "I see you've made a new friend here. And it's somepony I don't know."

"Indeed. Somehow one of the less than favorable sons of an esteemed family of the Enclave has found his way here. I'm sure you're acquainted with his sister, the angry one." Flyright said flatly.

Onyx raised an eyebrow as she said " High Pressure?" She then chuckled. "Ahh, so this is Low Pressure. I must say, beauty really does run in your family. Now before I shoot you, tell me, how'd you get in here?"

Again Low smiled. "I'm just that important of a pony."

"He's an idiot, best ask the two mares behind him." Flyright told Onyx.

A loud sigh came from Molotov and then she pulled off her gas mask, letting her mane fall free. She then made a kissy face at Smelter boss. "Hay Short Fuse, you heard you're going to be an aunt."

The Smelter leader growled out, "Molotov!"

All eyes were on my friend, so I took the opportunity and grabbed Mire Frost from thin air and swung her at Onyx. But a pink blur stopped me, and a big smiling face was all I could see.

"No no, you can have fun with me first!" Pink Haze giggled out, then kicked me in the gut.

I flew back several hoof steps, my mask flying off as I hit a table. Getting up, I saw that Low had run off to hide, and Molo was squaring off with Short Fuse. My eyes then locked onto Onyx one eye, and oh did it become wide as she looked back at me.

"Lottery!" Onyx said in shock.

I snarled at her as I reached for my gun. "I'm going to kill you and make it painful!"

Pink Haze blocked my vision again, forcing me to jump back as her hooves hit the ground in front of me hard. "Only one dance partner at a time, silly."

I squared up with the raider, and fortunately both of us hadn't drawn any weapons, so it was hoof to hoof fighting. Though I knew I was still at a disadvantage, pink Haze was too fast to let me draw a gun on her. Molo on the other hoof looked to me holding her own against Short Fuse, the two giving and taking blows.

I wasn't given any more time to think as Pink Haze charged in. Her first jab connected to the side of my face, but I managed to block the second. Something had come loose inside my jaw, and upon spitting it out, I saw a bloody tooth. "You bitch!" I growled out and swung my own hoof.

"Too slow!" Pink Haze mocked me as she easily dogged my attack, and then quickly hit me in the gut as she did a cartwheel. I stumbled back, unable to even hit the violently zippy mare. "You know you can just give up and let me have some fun with you."

"Rather die." I told her as I prepared for the next attack, hoping Mire Frost had already moved to me.

"Oh too bad." Pink Haze said as she picked up Mire Frost. "After watching Spine Breaker make you his bitch, I wanted to do the same. Make an even better show of it too." She then smiled wide. "Ya I'll, have you dragged before every pony in this town, and let every one of them have a turn with you. Probably need to cut off your legs for easier access."

Heat filled my head and I charged. First I was going to strangle this bitch, then Onyx. Kill every damn one of these raiders.

Before I could hit Pink Haze, my world was spinning. Hitting the ground with a heavy thud, the air was knocked out of my lungs. But a friendly hoof had reached out to me, pulling me up. Molo looked as though she had a marginally better time than me, spotting only a few welts on her face.

"Well this went to shit and fast." Molo said with a chuckle.

Getting ready for another attack, we were surrounded by ponies with guns, all aimed at us. I chuckled back. "You think the ghouls will cause enough trouble to save us."

Molo shook her head. "No, but I have a plan."

With a gasp, Molo quickly pointed at the above window. "By Celestia! What's that!

None of the ponies ready to shoot us even looked and I just face hoofed. Was this how I was going to die?

A loud crash caught everypony by surprise as one of the power armored pegasus guards hit the floor, cracking the floor in a graceful landing. His two energy weapons glowed with power before spitting out green globs that sent everypony ducking for cover. One raider got hit in the face and I watched as he writhed in pain as he melted into a green goo covered skeleton.

Flyright then tossed two metal cylinders out as she snarled out, "traitor!" and with a bright flash and a loud bang, I became blind and deaf for a few seconds. By the time I could see again, Onyx, Flyright, and Branding were gone.

"Well it's too bad, but I can at least let some pony skull fuck you're rotting head." Pink Haze said as she put a knife to my neck.

*BANG*

Pink Haze rolled away, blood trailing from a hole in her leg, the knife falling to the floor, and landing blade first.

Pink Haze hissed, her smile all gone. "Danm fucking party crashers, I'll skin you and make flesh confetti!"

"Redeye was too lenient in letting your kind run away." My eyes widened as Spell Circuit trotted forward, a revolver pointed at the raider boss.

The smile on Pink Haze's face returned. "Oh, Mystic Whips failure of crotch fruit returns, dig the unkempt look, really jives with the fuck all you accomplished."

Spell fired five more shots at Pink, but she managed to dodge both them and several shots from the power armored pegasus. She then vanished through the window, laughing maniacally.

With a sigh, Spell Circuit holstered his gun and addressed the Pegasus, "Cold Trails, we need to move, Pink Haze is likely to return with her Forty Two Smiles, and soon. We need to locate the captives before they burn this place down trying to kill us." He then turned to me and offered a hoof. "Good to see others aren't playing Tripwire's game, miss… wait, Lottery?"

I looked at his cybernetic hoof, and chose to get myself up without help. "Hay Spell, good to see you're alive. And thanks for the save."

Cold Trails trotted over, the pegasus was quite intimidating in his armor. "You know this mare?"

Spell nodded. "She was hired by my brother as a scout, and…" he looked at me for a moment, pain in his eyes. "She turned down his offer to join all this."

The pegasus paused for a moment, looking at me. "Wait, I remember, she was there when those raiders were exterminated."

Molo then pushed her way into the group, dragging Low over by his tail. "Yes, big reunion, much joy. Now can we get moving before the bullets start flying. The Smiles love their automatics, and they have lots of ammo they love to waste!" She then turned to the stallions, ready to quit something, but she then seemed to turn pale when her eyes fell onto spell.

Not having the time to ask questions, I refocused on the mission at hoof. "Let's continue this outside, when we both get what we came for."

I got a nod from Spell. "Yes, we can talk after this is over."

We then rushed in different directions, I kicked the doors open to the next room.

There we saw piles of junk and several headless bodies, but passed all that was another room with a rather big desk in it. "That must be the office." Molo pointed out, and ran past me, still dragging Low.

Inside was a heavy looming safe next to the desk. Fortunately Low didn't need to be told, and he got right to cracking the safe. Molo and I jumped to the desk, pulling open drawers and taking out papers. Other objects were tossed aside, such as knives, guns, a rather large dildo, and so many photos of Tripwire that it disturbed me.

Molo quickly scanned the documents, looking quite annoyed. "Her sending a complaint, more complaints, bitching, moaning, oh this one is different… and it's poorly written porn of her and that Tripwire's jackass. This bitch has problems, serious problems."

I pulled out another photo, this one of Onyx with Tripwire and what I guess was their foal. I remembered when Grizzly said that she and Tripwire likely had a kid together. I decided to keep the photo just in case.

Molo looked at the photo as well, an eyebrow raised. "Wow, he looks a lot like Wiretap."

I cocked an eyebrow at Molo. But before I could say anything, a scream came running from the ballroom. It was a raider that was charging in at us, pulling out a pipe revolver.

Molo and I pulled out our guns and fired, turning the raider unto mist.

A click then came from the safe, and Low said, "open sesame seed."

Molo quickly rushed over, pulling out a few papers. "Let's see… Inventory reports, delivery logs, smuggler routes, and bingo, location to three places in which must not be revealed. This is what we're looking for, Lottery!"

A bullet then whizzed over Molo's head, and we all ducked behind the desk. Two more raiders had joined, and fired wildly at us, but thankfully the desk was thick, and their guns weak. Pulling on the lever of my shotgun to rack the next shell, I then peeked out from the side and aimed. With a blast, one raider fell over, one leg getting peppered with a shot. Molo then popped up to finish them off with a hail of bullets.

"C… can we go now?" Low Pressures asked, in his hooves a tin that rattled with caps, clearly taken from the safes.

I nodded. "Ya, let's get the fuck out of here."

As we then galloped out, the three of us skidded to a stop. In the middle of the ballroom was a Forty Two Smiles, the overly pink unicorn stallion had a battle saddle that held two pipe SMG's, and in his magic, two more.

"Well... fuck that's cool." Molo said flatly.

The Smiles, smiled wide. "Well fuck indeed!"

We prepared to dodge what was to be a hailstorm of lead being sent at us this time, only for everypony to freeze as we heard a screeching from above. Everypony looked up, including the raider, and saw a light from above getting brighter and brighter. A flaming pegasus then crashed through the ceiling above, and then plummeted to the ground. The clearly dead pegasus then slowly got up, still on fire.

"Hey now, wait your turn to die." The Smile raider said, then chuckled to himself.

The now, clearly a ghoul, snapped its head to the raider and dashed at him. We all dove to the ground as he screamed and fired wildly, ventilating the ghoul with everything he had. The ghoul was ripped to pieces, its flaming flesh sent everywhere.

With that distraction thoroughly destroyed, the raider turned his attention back to us, and pulled his triggers. All four SMG's clicked.

"Oh… give me a moment." He asked.

Molo and I looked at eachother, then drew our guns at him and fired.

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Exiting the Estate, the sounds of gunfire and screams played out as fires erupted in the distance. The feral ghouls had arrived on time, and from the looks of it, were already getting in deep.

Molo then gave a mildly surprised sounding whistle "Well color me surprised, it's actually working. If we get out of this, I'm sucking Hogan Highborn's withered dick."

I scanned for where I saw the fires, and fortunately they had not reached the market or bar yet, so the slave's were likely still safe. Now the problem of finding out where Onyx went, and watching out for a pissed off Pink Haze.

A raider then when flying passed the front gate, limply rolling along the ground as Cauterize trotted into view. "Looks like I'm just in time for the party. Did you get what you're looking for?"

"Ya, it's mission successful, now it's time to get those secondary objectives." Molo said joyfully.

"Care if we join you?" Spell said as he trotted out with Cold Trails, two more pegasus in Enclave uniforms and five foals. "We're going to need a place to take these foals."

I looked at Cauterize, and he scowled at me. "Hay, I already moved those ghouls, I'm not sitting out this bash for some foals too."

"Just tell them where to go, okay." I told him,.

Cauterize rolled his eyes at me. "Alright."

Turning my attention back to Spell and Cold Trails, I then told them, "Right, were going to save who we can, and kill any raider that gets in our way. Also keep an eye out for Onyx or Pink Haze, they need to die too."

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