Fallout: Equestria - The Spark of Life

Interlude 1: Forces of Evil

Trusting strangers? Big mistake.

Commander Gusty Breeze walked down the hallway towards the bridge of the airship. The ship still wasn’t ready to fly, the damage done much more extensive than the pegasi repair crew had initially estimated. It was going to take more than a few more days to get it back to being sky worthy.

Breeze remembered when he’d first seen the ship. His crew of Enclave Remnants had been scattered across Equestria after the Day of Destruction. The cloud cover had been peeled away and the pegasi had been forced to witness the Wasteland in all of its hellish glory. They could no longer turn away from it. Still, those in power like Breeze still wished to retain their power.

So it was that Breeze took it upon himself to declare himself a leader among the Remnants, gathering them amidst tense battles before retreating into areas outside of Equestria to hide. It was on one of these runs that he first encountered his benefactor. His master. Breeze scoffed at the word. No one was his true master, but the being that he served under was persuasive and seemingly powerful. He had never seen the creature face to face, only through the spell that brought its voice to him.

The Storm King, it called itself. It seemed to sympathize with Breeze and the Enclave Remnant’s plight. Equestria was a wound upon the world, and it needed to be cauterized. Brought to heel. Breeze liked that analogy quite a bit.

He did not like having to work with raiders. But the Master had claimed them as his own and he had to adhere to his orders. His eyes were everywhere, thanks to the ever present Storm Guards that the Master had supplied them with.

Extensions of his will, he had called them. Creatures so vicious and deadly that they would aid the army he was creating to cauterize Equestria for good. Breeze and his people were offered a place in this new world as masters of their own lands. The Master only wanted the ruins of Canterlot for his own.

The ship was unearthed by the raiders and Storm Guards. A relic of a bygone era of Equestria. It was magnificent. And now it was in shambles.

“Lieutenant Rolling Thunder,” Breeze said as he arrived on the bridge. “Report.”

“Sir,” the pegasi mare standing at the console said, saluting with a wing. “Repair crews have indicated three days until we can be back in the air, ahead of schedule. The army on the ground is restless. We can’t hold back the raiders any longer. There’s already reports of in-fighting between them and the mercenaries.”

“Send a squad down and keep an eye on things. Remind them of who we work for. The Storm King will not brook failure here. We must press on if we are to pave the way for him to Canterlot,” Breeze said sternly.

“Of course, sir. I’ll have it taken care of right away,” Rolling Thunder replied. “Sir… if I may speak freely?”

“You may.”

“I still don’t understand why we tolerate the raiders. The mercenaries I get… but the raiders? It just doesn’t seem natural the way that they act,” the mare asked quietly.

“The raiders are the best at shock and awe on the battlefield,” Breeze said with a sigh. “We point them at a target and they do their best to kill it. We do what we must because of the Master’s orders, that is all. Once this is all over… we can purge the filth and restore our rightful place in Equestria.”

“Of course, sir,” Thunder said.

“Now, do we have any reports from the squad sent to Klugetown after the alicorn?” Breeze said, walking past Thunder to look out at the dead town of Hope Hollow.

“Commander Swift Step reports that there was some difficulty in acquiring the mare and her friends in Klugetown. They’ve fled east, likely towards Abyssinia, likely to the capital city of Panthera,” Thunder said.

“Oh… have they now? Interesting. Inform Swift Step to pull back his forces to the border for now. I expect that the Ministry Mare and her friends will be quite surprised by what they will find there,” Breeze said. “Now then… leave me. I will be above, speaking to the Master.”

Thunder nodded, moving to make good on the items she needed to get done. Breeze stopped for a moment and grimaced. The Master would not be pleased to hear that the alicorn had not been captured, but it would be fortuitous to report where they were headed to him.

Breeze flapped his wings and made his way up top to the Captain’s Office at the very pinnacle of the airship. The two Storm Guards standing there looked on impassively as he entered. Inside, a console sat in the middle of the room. Breeze stepped forward and pressed the button on it which enacted the magical spell that contacted his Master.

A pair of glowing blue eyes appeared in the middle of the room, surrounded by smoke.

“You are interrupting me. This had better be good,” a gravelly voice emitted from out of thin air.

“Good news and bad news,” Breeze said stiffly. “The alicorn eluded our capture in Klugetown. She is still running free.”

“Unfortunate. I need that mare if I am to accomplish my plans. Killing her was a mistake before, a mistake I will not order again. Locate her and bring her to me,” the voice said.

“Therein lies the good news… she’s headed right towards your city,” Breeze said with a grin. “She’s coming to Abyssinia for the portal.”

The two eyes narrowed at the pegasus. “I see,” the voice said. “I shall make the necessary preparations then for her arrival. You have done well, Commander. When this is over, you will be rewarded greatly…”

“Thank you, Master,” Breeze said as the eyes winked out of existence. “Thank you.”

Author's Note

Our first interlude and look at the invaders from their side of things.

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