Fallout Equestria: Wasteland Guardian

At Grand Pegasus Base Aroura.

Purple looked at a photo of Lieutenant-General Cantel Walkover and Purple lit up his unicorn horn and soon Purple turned into a Davy's Grey Pegasus and his unicorn horn was missing.

Lieutenant Honey Cake poked where Purple's unicorn horn was for it to still be there. But it's just invisible.

"We better move," Purple said, "It only lasts for several days. I don't want to be sitting there and turn back into me."

Lieutenant Honey Cake nodded in agreement and hoofed over a duffle bag that was full of stuff.

"What's in it?" asked Purple, "Better not be full of sex stuff. You got the wrong pony the world is bad enough with Raiders, Slavers, and my brother Base. I'm not going to have sex for a good long time."

Lieutenant Honey Cake replied, "Just open the damn thing,"

Purple unzipped the duffle bag just to see some formal clothing to wear to the Gala. He kept searching for something and soon found a machine pistol with a thirty-two round magazine and a wireframe folding stock. There was also an M727 which was a commercial copy of the Equestrian XM235 Assault Carbine.

"Alright let's go," said Purple, "Let's give them a Gala they'll never forget."

Lieutenant Honey Cake replied, "Whoa, whoa whoa! Hold it, Calamity Jane. We're not going to walk up and gun down every motherfucker up there. We'll be dead in ten. Now if you want to kill every Enclave councilpony up there and face super heavy security we'll need more firepower and heavy backup. Your friends won't do. If you want to do the Shock and Awe way."

There was a blank piece of paper which Purple forged Lt-Gen Cantle's writing and sent it to Colonel Autumn saying he has to amend the Gala if he hates it or not. Purple even threatens to have him branded as a Dashite if he doesn't show.

Lieutenant Honey Cake lost Purple and her office door was wide opened and she didn't know where Purple was.

***
Over in the armory.

"I'm sorry Lieutenant-General," said the armorer, "Due to we're at war you'll need written permission from either a General, a Field Marshal, or a Councilpony. To access the armory. I'm sorry Lieutenant-General I'm just doing my job."

Purple replied in his southern accent which Lt-Gen Canter speaks, "Son. Ahm leadin' an investigation. Whoever helps will git rewarded fancy. Anythin' yawl want name it an Ahl make shore you'll git it. Name it?"

Purple then looked down and saw some porn magazines just with stallions.

"Want uh stallion tuh bay with?" asked Purple impersonating Lt-Gen Canter.

The stallion replied, "Yes sir I also want two cartons of cigars. You won't find any here. I already searched every inch even sucked off a majority of the stallions here. But in the pre-war military training city of Empire where you'll find some. But I'm not permitted to leave."

Purple replied, "Wun stallion an two cartons uh cigars comin' raht up."

Purple then left.

I wasn't expecting to do a scavenger hunt, Purple thought, Fuck it. I need the hearts and minds of the Grand Pegasus Enclave and not piss them off. Need to find a stallion and two cartons of cigars for the armorer. Easier said than done. If I was bisexual or gay I would've let the armorer just suck me off and do me. But I'm straight and this won't be easy. Just breathe Purple. Just breathe. I got this.

***
Back in the command post.

Purple caught Lieutenant Honey Cake napping where he clapped his two frontal hooves which scared her.

"Damn it Purple!" said Lt Honey Cake, "You nearly made me pee myself and give birth or pop out to our two-month-old foal in me. What do you want?"

Purple replied in his non-southern accent, "Can I borrow some of your soldiers? My friends are out doing what they're doing and they're busy."

Lieutenant Honey Cake rubbed her belly and said, "What do you think little one? Should I give daddy some of my soldiers to protect him?"

Honey Cake then burped out loud and took that as a yes. She then called her Advanced Reconnaissance team to go to a Vertibuck, An V-3 Vertibuck a tandem rotor vertibuck.

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Onboard the V-3 Vertibuck.

The Pilot said, "This is Hotel Nine-One. We are loaded and we are mission ready."

Soon the V-3 Vertibuck lifted off the ground and flew to the military training city of Empire where along the way Raiders and Slavers took potshots at them from everything they could.

***
An hour later flew by.

"Welcome to the city of Empire." said the pilot, "Don't want to forget but the Grand Pony Enclave's forces own this city. If you would like to explore freely then you'll have to deal with them."

I would rather ask a Raider mare out to dinner, Purple thought, Because high chance she would just make me her personal sex slave and just hit me for fun. But we have to deal with my brother's army here. Well that's new. I've seen the Grand Pegasus Enclave use Novasurge rifles. I guess this Recon team just use both, a combination of energy and ballistic weapons mostly ballistic. I don't have anything against mares at least I'm not Base he would've gotten them all pregnant by now.

Soon the Vertibuck landed where Purple still under the disguise of Lieutenant-General Cantel and the Advanced Recon squad piled out of the Vertibuck and soon the Vertibuck left to circle above them to provide air support if they engaged in combat with anypony from Base's Grand Pony Enclave.

***

Inside a ruined convenience store, there was a cigarette machine which Purple tried to pry open the cigarette machine. But he couldn't so he punched it and it opened so he used his magic and tore the front face off the cigarette machine and found a carton of cigars.

Bingo one down, one to go, Purple thought, Hope it'll be a challenge. It won't be fun if it'll be all easy.

"You said something?" said an Advanced Recon GPE mare, "If you don't mind me asking Lieutenant-General."

Purple replied in his southern drawl, "Ah sayud. "Bingo wun down wun tuh go. Hope it'll bay uh challenge. It won't bay fun hif it'll bay easy.". Come on let's go."

They hit the road again.

They immediately got into a firefight where they all took cover behind a few Jersey barriers.

Purple then ordered the Advanced Recon team to flank the Grand Pony Enclave soldiers where they did.

As the bullets flew Purple kept his head down not wanting to die just yet.

When I plan on dying, Purple thought, plan on having my and every single foal I help to make and their kids and my wife. I'm not planning on dying in this military urban combat training city.

Purple then jumped up with his automatic 7.62mm battle rifle and shot at the Grand Pony Enclave soldiers which lead them to jump and dive down to protect themselves.

Purple just kept them suppressed as the advanced recon team moved up to kill them and soon the Advanced Recon team soon hovered over them literally and killed them.

Purple used his wing where he removed the magazine, put it in an ammo pouch he has which there's nine on him and all of them with two 7.62x51mm magazines in each making a total of twenty magazines and with a total of 180 in reserve or 160 now.

"Alright," said Purple, "Fall in on may. Way gotta clear out thus hell hole an move on an secure at least uh part uh thuh city."

Some of the advanced recon pegasi wrote down what Purple said but in English which is "Alright. Fall in on me. We gotta clear out this hell hole and move on and secure at least a part of the city", or, "Bingo. One down one to go. Hope it'll be a challenge. It won't be fun if it'll be easy.".

The Grand Pegasus Enclave Advanced Reconnasiance wonders what's going through Lt-Gen Cantel's head unknowing it's actually Purple Artist.

I got to deal with the actual Lt-Gen Cantel, Purple thought, But his base? Guarded three hundred and sixty degrees rotation from the air, ground, and water. Well, his time is coming up.

The squad rejoined Purple.

"Alright Lieutenant-General what do we do now?" asked the squad leader, "I don't think sitting and doing nothing won't help."

"Shut up an let may fuckin' thank!" yelled Purple, "Ah thank Ah got it. We'll clear thus block an set up uh FOB hare."

A stallion wrote down, "Shut up and let me fucking think! I got it. We'll clear this block and set up a FOB here."

One of the advanced recon squad members wrote down what Purple said but in English, not a Southern accent.

"Hotel Nahn-Wun," said Purple, "Go git sum reinforcements. We're gonna secure thus city block."

A GPE Advanced Recon member wrote down, "Hotel Nine-One. Go get some reinforcements. We're gonna secure this city block."

They enjoy writing down what Lt-Gen (Purple in reality) said thinking it's fun to translate what he said onto a piece of paper.

The V-3 Vertibuck flew away back to Grand Pegasus Enclave Base Aroura to get reinforcements and come back which will take some time.

Well just sit here and wait, Purple thought, I wish I had my Pipbuck to play some tunes. But my Pipbuck 3000 would just blow a massive hole in my cover.

Purple walked into a convenience store and raided a Sparkle-Cola machine and his stomach rumbled where he's regretting eating Wasteland Chili that Paladin Sapphire made last night because beans never sat well with Purple and still don't. But he isn't Paladin Sapphire who becomes a mobile fartillery mare and is fifty times worst than Purple.

I didn't know a mare could toot so bad where you would rather be mauled by a pack of Hellhounds, Purple thought, But we're all different like how my stomach disagrees with beans. Or my sister believes her sack of crap husband over her own family. She dug her own grave.

Purple used a little bit of force to open it which he stressed his body a little bit and it made him have a little fart which made his entire face turn red where he maybe a stallion but he acts like a very sweet gentleman.

Purple started to drink a bottle of Sparkle-Cola and acted how the Lt-Gen acts and didn't share any with the recon squad.

I wonder what I should do, Purple thought, Maybe should go back to Stable 190 after this and be Overstallion when my mother passes away. I still can't believe I got my own mother pregnant, That's something I'm not going to tell anypony that. Ooh, cigars.

Purple walked over and looted a cigarette machine that had four boxes/cartons of cigars and Purple didn't waste taking them

"LIEUTENANT-GENERAL WALKOVER!" yelled an Advanced Reconniance soldier, "WE'RE OUTNUMBERED AND ABOUT A PLATOON OF GRAND PONY ENCLAVE SOLDIERS INCOMING!"

We can't fight them, Purple thought, Got it. To the old fake or old real amusement park. Alright we'll go there!

Purple grabbed the microphone from a Grand Pegasus Enclave Advanced Recon and he said, "Hotel Nahn-Wun. This is Recon Thray-Thray Alpha. We're under heavy attack. Ah repeat we're under heavy attack, now headin' tuh extraction point fower!"

Everyone galloped to the abandoned amusement park which was hard when they galloped so they decided to fly there instead.

A mare wrote down, "Hotel Nine-One this is Recon Three-Three Alpha. We're under heavy attack. I re-eat we're under heavy attack, now heading to extraction point four."

She enjoys writing down what Purple says in his Southern drawl. But they all think that it's the actual Lieutenant-General Cantel Walkover. But Purple dropped "Painting" out of his name because he's more of sketches than painting.

Another damn Radstorm, Purple thought, I would rather be raped by a pack of mares than face another fucking radstorm.

The V-3 Vertibuck pilot said into a microphone thing, "Recon Three-Three this is Hotel Nine-One we're going to be delayed severely by the Radstorm. E.T.A thirty minutes to several hours. Hotel Nine-One out."

Fuck this, Purple thought, We can hoof it back to Grand Pegasus Enclave Base Aroura within that time probably. Well, we should get going.

The squad leader has beaten Purple to it and they walked back to Grand Pegasus Enclave Base Aroura. They heard the sound of the V-3 Vertibuck and soon they were able to catch a ride back.

Before they could board they saw a pack of Hellhounds come to them coming at them at full speed ready to tear them apart. Purple was the last in and he felt the difference between the hard and very dried wasteland soil and the cold metal of the V-3 Vertibuck because it's an old military one, not one made of cloud material.

***
In the armory

"Hare yawl go," said Purple, "Two cartons uh cigars."

The armorer replied, "Thank you Lieutenant-General for the cigars. Ok, you can go in."

Purple walked into the armory where he got a duffle bag and placed in it a Counter-Terrorist 9mm Submachine Gun which was used by pre-war police forces and military special forces to fight terrorism, a 7.62x39mm assault rifle, sixteen Frag grenades, Sixteen Stun grenades, Sixteen Flashbangs, a 40mm Grenade Rifle, 25mm Grenade APW, two bundles of TNT on a timer, Grenade Rifle, twelve sticks of C4 demolition charges, eight satchel charges, Single Action Equestrian Revolver, .45-70 Guide Gun lever-action rifle, .30-30 Carbine, A flare gun M414 Flame Launched Assault Rocket Launcher, .50AE pistol, C96, a suppressed .45 Auto Pistol with HD slide, 9mm SMG, XL80E8, Roython (combination of Royal and Python), Commando .375, a combat knife with a stealth serrated blade, '97 Trench Gun/w a ten-round tube over five, Mk44 Mod 0 Special forces pistol.

Purple then took a crap ton of ammo without hesitation. He took three hundred 9x19mm rounds, 300 7.62x39mm rounds, eighty 40x46mm rounds, thirty-five 25mm grenades, one hundred and twenty .45-70 rounds, one hundred and twenty .30-30 rounds, seventy-seven .45 Auto Pistol rounds, two hundred and fifty .50 AE rounds, two hundred and ten 9mm rounds for the 9mm SMG, three hundred and ninety 5.56x45mm rounds, twelve 40mm rockets, sixty .357 magnum rounds for the Roython, and sixty for the Commando .357, one hundred and thirty-one twelve-gauge rounds, thirty rounds for the Mk44 Mod 0 pistol for a total of 2174 rounds.

***

In Lieutenant Honey Cake's office

"I'm back," Purple said in his normal voice and went back to his original appearance, "I can't play "Lieutenant-General Cantel for long. I can't play a jackass for long."

Honey Cake replied, "Check your other bag. We need to leave tonight. My contact thinks the GPE thinks she's the mole. Well, it'll just be you and me and we can make sweet, sweet love right under their noses."

I can't believe I got to play and pretend I'm Lt-Gen Cantel, Purple thought then rolled his eyes, Going to give the Grand Pegasus Enclave a big kick right in the butt and they'll be so sore they won't be able to sit down for a good while.

"You contact?" said Purple, "Can we trust her?"

Lieutenant Honey Cake replied, "Contacts. I got three who'll tell you later about. Don't worry none of them will steal your sperm to get pregnant like how I did with one hundred and four mares under my command and had sex with you while in a coma. I got my distraction force all ready and I had to use all up my favors too. I had fifteen favors I called it and I wanted to use them all for this for tonight or tomorrow night."

I would rather be out helping other ponies survive day to day and not play this dress-up bullshit, Purple thought to himself, Going to be around thousands of GPE soldiers and officers.

"Oh before I forget," said Lieutenant Honey Cake, "Here's your identification papers and I got your bag ready."

Purple took the ID papers and checked his first duffel bag again and he responded, "A box of condoms?"

"I... I don't know how that got in there," Lt Honey Cake said, "Maybe somepony put it in there accidentally."

Purple replied, "If you're going to lie. Don't lie through your teeth."

They just prepared for the Gala and Purple wished he could use his own soldiers to cause a distraction to the Grand Pegasus Enclave but not a lot of them are pegasi.