Fallout Equestria: Undead Reknown

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A patch of black spots could be seen flying across the clouds. A V formation of what looked to be tiny manticores. Yet as they got closer, their forms became more clear. Pegasi in heavy armor, scorpion-like tailed armor pieces, with bladed wing covers. “Violet, ready that pistol of yours, here comes the welcome party. And they brought gifts.”

Violet gripped her pistol tight, and all Night could do is stand and wait. Still...staring death down the barrel of a rifle is a hobby of his. So it's a fifty fifty chance of his survival.

The group of Pegasi swooped from below the cliff, and stood at a hover just off of the edge. The commanding officer’s armor stood out from the rest. Red stripes down the forehead part, metal plates covering the neck and legs. It looked like a set of power armor, but at the same time, it was light enough to fly in 'that armor looks almost like the power armor dashy made' Night thought to himself remembering how devastatingly powerful the armor was.

He spoke after a short pause. “In violation of the Pegasus Enclave laws, you will leave or be killed. No pony from below is allowed above the clouds unless of Enclave origins, or do. support our cause.”

The voice sounded familiar, the voice in his head was jogging his wartime memory. It was on the tip of his tongue. “Do I...know you from somewhere? Your voice sounds very familiar.”

“No, I've never seen you before in my life. I was born here in cloudsdale, my father and mother both deceased, and I am a high ranking officer of the Grand Pegasus Enclave!” His voice began to gain in aggression. “Now leave before I am forced to slaughter the both of you!”

“Burst!” The whole group staggered in their wake. The clanging of metal, and whispers of the other Pegasus. “I knew I remembered your voice!” Night said in a slightly excited tone.
“H-how do you know who I am?” The leader aimed his plasma rifle at Night, charging it up to fire. “It's me, Night walker, we’re brothers! Non-biological true, but still, brothers!”

“I don't have a brother! You're insane!” He took off his helmet for a better look at Night. A black and crimson Mohawk mane spiked up from the helmet. Every feature like Night’s brother. Just..no horn, and his eyes were deep blood red. Gaze confused, but deadly.

“Whoever you are, I still state this! Leave or die!” Night staggered at the resemblance. Had he just met his nephew? If he did, why did he not recognize him?

“Fine, we’re leaving. But we can't go back through the stable.” Violet looked off the cliff and jumped back a foot. “I don't like heights!” The four armored Pegasus laughed behind the lead. Until he gave the silence order.
“Then you can scale the mountain. There should be a path just below the clouds. But be warned, if I see you up here again, I will personally kill you, and any pony else with you.”

Night scowled at the Pegasus, and carefully made his way below the clouds, Violet close behind him. “Who was that Pegasus?” Violet said, staying behind Night, and trying her best to keep balance on the rocks.

Night took a long look over the clouds again. Multiple gigantic pylons stuck out of them. Major protrusions in randomized spots around the view. “It's Burst, and I get the feeling it's not the one I knew a long time ago...sadly.”

Violet looked at Night with a face of stricken sadness. “Well...if it's before the war, and they didn't get out in time, they’re probably-”

“Probably what?!” Night snapped back at her. “Are you just gonna stand there and tell me what I already know?! You don't have to make the pain greater than it is!”

Violet gave a hurt look, looking the tall pony up and down carefully. Night turned to see her face, and sighed in regret. “I'm sorry, Violet, I'm going through a rough time. I wake up to a dead stable, a whole new Equestria, and my brother dead. I need some time to adjust...not to mention my two hundred year coma taking away all my magical abilities, including my flight ability.”

He fully extended his bat wings for the first time, examining large rotten holes in the pelt that covered them. “I don't have much left to be honest.”

The stallion let out a sigh as he stretched his wings a bit, leaving them slightly open so they could get some air after the hundreds of years of misuse. “Come on Violet, let’s get moving, I would like to get off this mountain as soon as possible”.

The two made their way down the mountain trail cautiously, trying not to fall off. “There are service tunnels leading straight into the stable, I would advise caution. Never know if there are some kind of surprises waiting in them.” Night said as they got close to the first tunnel.

Night peeked into the first tunnel to find a pony armored in white Steel Ranger power armor, black zebra stripe decals and a brown torn and dirty cloth wrapped around its neck. Its head was down and was leaning motionless against the rusty service tunnel door of stable 220, the pony was lifeless and looked like he was laying there for a long time.

“A Steel Ranger? Up here?” Night asked puzzled as he approached it to examine it better, upon closer examination night could see that it had been there since the stable had been sealed shut.

Is...is it dead?” Violet asked shakily, moving up on the flightless alicorn.

“It’s a Steel Ranger...they were an armored military unit, and police for the ministry mares. The founding one, Applejack, was the head of the Ministry of Wartime Technology, and I had the honor to fight alongside the massive armored battalion, before I was pulled to Oversee Stable 220 sadly.” Night said as he turned to leave. “Come on, let’s let the soldier get back to his eternal rest in peace” the stallion turned to leave the tunnel, Violet close behind. “Yeah, good idea..” She took a last look at the corpse, peaceful and sad. The end of a war, the look faded, the feeling stayed.

After hours of walking, the two had finally made their way to the base of the mountain.
As midnight rolled around, the dark princes’ eyes began to glow a faint ember color, his pupils turned to slits as his vampiric night vision turned on.

“It’s getting dark, let’s look for a place to rest,” Violet said. The mare looked up at Night and jumped a bit as she saw his eyes, “Oh sweet Celestia, your eyes scared the shit out of me.” Violet said as she stared at night, a shocked and awed look on her face.

“That’s because it wasn’t dark enough for my eyes to do this. Never heard of night vision before?” night said with a chuckle, scanning the area. “Though without the moonlight, it might as well be a glorified light show, cannot see very far...or well”
night remarked.

“Only animals have night vision, you know, rawr.” Violet said with a weird and confused look on her face.
Night took offense to that, giving her a slight scowl. “Well if you're inferring that I'm a bloodthirsty animal, you're kind of right. Part vampony, part unicorn, so blood is sort of what I live off of, but I can still eat normal foods like you.”

The two scouted out for a clear spot to rest. “Oh, well that looks fine.” Night gestured towards an overturned skywagon. “Yeah, but it's gonna be confusing to sleep on the ceiling.” Violet giggled lightly.

“Well come along then, it’s most likely not dangerous.” She trotted ahead of Night, and straight towards the wagon. Night soon followed behind. Violet drew her pistol, two bullets in the mag, slowly pushing open the door with her muzzle. “I think it's clear to open.” She said, pushing open the door, putting her pistol back in its holster.

Night trotted in behind her. An old dirty mattress sat in the center of the room, the skeleton of a pony atop it. Mare from the muzzle shape. “I guess the waste wasn't good to her..” Violet said, staring at the gear on the skeleton. “Leather jacket, a metal haunch pad, and probably some more stuff in her bag.” Violet said with vigor.

Night scanned the room. “There's a radio in the corner, a couple sheets of cloth, and some crates. Wanna check those?” Violet was already in heaven. “Hell yeah I would.” She said excitedly, whilst she was looting a rotted corpse.

“Perfect, now all we need is a fire to keep us warm, we may be able to listen to music if this radio works.” night said as he started to make a fire pit with the rocks he found laying around. “We don't have any wood to burn, and I didn't see any trees.” Night thought for a moment.

“Hey Violet, you think you can help me chip some wood off one of the broken wagons outside when you're done scavving?” She gave a quick nod, checking the dead pony’s pockets.

After a few moments, Violet looked up from the corpse, eyes full of sadness. “All they have is a pair of tweezers and a fucking pocket watch. No wonder they died...I'll be taking the jacket though.” She shook the bones out of the coat, wrapping it around herself magically.

“One of us should stand watch.” she suggested, pointing to the doorway with a hoof. “Don't need any unexpected visitors in here.” Night gave a glance. “Well for one, you're helping with firewood. Two, I don't think any pony's out here.”

After violet finished scavving they both headed outside to chip off wood from the other wagons. A bit later the two returned and put the wood in a pile where Night then started the fire and turned on the radio trying to search for a good station or any station so he could clear his head.

But nothing came over the radio.
Violet turned to night with a smile.
“Better safe than sorry, am I right?” She said with a chuckle. “Yeah, true to that.”

“I will take first watch, if there is nothing I will get some rest. I will wake you if anything happens.” Violet said as she took note of the prince's wounds. Night nodded, feeling the pain from his wounded leg, which was still wrapped up in the now blood soaked bed sheet.

Night removes the bed sheet and carefully removes the bullet, he then wraps the wound up with a new sheet throwing the blood stained sheet away.

That night, Night Walker began to have dreams and flashbacks of the war, vivid images of friends who he lost in the war, the countless lives he took in his mother's secret mission assignment to take out the enemy threat from their home front. He began hearing the echoing screams of ponies and zebras alike as they die, their voices never to be heard again.

He remembers the sight as cloudsdale fell from the sky, and his mother's voice as she assigned him to oversee the stable 220.

As morning came along, Violet awoke to see Night thrashing in his sleep. “Hey, wake up” Violet said as she nudged night but no response as he was still thrashing about violently. “Night Walker!” She screamed at him and he jumped awake.

“Violet!” He woke up hyperventilating, bolting upright. But he slowly calmed to a steady breath. His heart slowly went to normal pace. “Night, what's wrong?”

“It's nothing, don't worry about it.” He assured her, but she saw through his lie. Yet she accepted he didn't want to talk. “Okay, but I'm here if you need-” She was cut off abruptly. “I said I’m fine Violet!”

This was the first he’d ever yelled at her. She didn't like it, but she had pushed too much on him. Her ears slapped to the side of her head, and she moved her gaze to the ground. “I'm...sorry Night” She said, a sad shaky tone to her voice.

Night, noticing what he’d just done to the mare, stood. He reached his arms around her and embraced her. “Celestia I'm sorry Violet, I shouldn't have yelled. I'm just...a little agitated from all this. I wake up from a two hundred year coma to find the world was set ablaze. I can’t explain why all this is happening or exactly why or how it happened and it angers me.”

Violet looked up at him, pleading for a smile. “Well, if it helps, it's not at all as bad as it looks”. Night sighed and let out a smile as he pats the mare on the head.
“Well… I suppose it’s not, Violet, you know the way around better than I do, how about we head somewhere to get some supplies,” He said with a smile.

“Besides, after waking up after 200 years I could use a shot or three of A.J Daniels” he got up and stretched his legs and wings then opened the door of the bus to look up and see the once beautiful city of Canterlot miles above them with a strange pink glow around it.

“I wonder if… either of the princesses made it out alive… or are alive..” He sighed and walked back inside the bus then slouched down in one of the benches.

Night began to mess with the radio again, soon a voice broke the static “Good morning folks! How are you all this fine morning? It's your host, Mister Caravan here! And thank you for listening in on Wails of the Wastes! Today's tip: How to craft a pipe gun! Fun right?”

Violet walked over and gave the prince a hug, “it’ll be ok Night, I promise” she smiled as he looked at her.
“Thank you, Violet,” he said, returning the hug and standing up, wearing a more confident look as he gathered his things and headed towards the bus door.

“Come on, we are burning daylight. I think there was an old military outpost not far from here, if we keep moving we should be able to reach it and if we’re lucky and it’s still there, and has not been looted, gather what supplies we need then be on our way” he said as he put out the fire.

Violet, glad she was able to help, stood up, gathered her things then walked out to join night. “Ok, so, our first main destination should be New Appleloosa, we can sell what we don’t need and then we can plan our next destination.” She said as she pulled up Night’s pip-buck’s map. “We could head for Tenpony Tower afterwards,” she added.

Night nodded and began walking, following the road and examining his surroundings. “Ok so Appleloosa then Tenpony? That sounds like a plan.” He said as he walked ahead of the mare.

An hour of walking later, the two reached the gated entrance of the old military outpost. “Awfully quiet, let’s be careful” night said cautiously as he gently pushed the gates open which screeched on their hinges. “Well, so much for being quiet,” Violet remarked as they walked inside.

As they walked in, they noticed a bloody scene, the desiccated corpses of ponies hung like decorations from the walls or ceilings, or lay in the road or on mattresses.
Words written in blood lined the walls, Night upon seeing this went into full alert wrapping his revolver and sawn-off shotgun in a red aura getting ready for a fight.

“Doesn’t look good, I have a bad feeling. Violet keep your eyes and your gun ready for anything” Night said softly as they made their way further.

Night heard a soft sound beside them, like a hoof step sneaking up on them. He stopped and cautiously approached the sound, as he got close a white unicorn pony in spiked leather armor jumped out at him swinging a pipe violently at the prince. Night quickly moved out of the way of the pipe before drawing the sword, then swung the blade catching the pony's throat and decapitating him.

“Shit, Raiders” Violet said as more ponies in spiked leather armor came out aiming their guns at them. She took her pistol and fired off a shot, hitting one in the knee, causing it to fall over in pain.

Night pulled his revolver from its holster along with the sawn off shotgun, taking cover behind a large stone piece of wall, he took aim and fired a shot at the raiders from his revolver. The bullet slammed into one nailing him in the throat, the raider fell to the ground gripping his throat as he thrashed around blood spewing from the bullet hole, he finally fell limp.

Velvet fired 3 shots from her 10mm pistol, the rounds hit a raider in the chest flooring it.

“Only four raiders left, let's end this and collect whatever supplies we need” night said after gunning down a raider who was very short and completely bald, he reminded Night of a mole rat.

“Make that three…” night said as he ducked just in time as a slug hit the wall right by his head. “Shit, that was a bit too close for comfort” he said, firing back, knocking the raider to the ground. “Gotcha bitch”

“Two..” Violet said in return as a bullet zipped past close to her eye ricocheting off a nearby stone wall before shooting back, grazing the raider who was on a building above them in the face, slicing his mouth open, the raider fell gripping his mouth in pain.

Night then leaped from cover and charged the raider, jumping into the air he unsheathed the magic infused sword before landing bringing the blade across the raiders neck, the prince spun the blade, flung the blood from it and sheathed the sword. He walked away and clicked it into the case. When he did, blood erupted from the raiders throat as its head slid off onto the ground.

“And one..” Night said as he shot the last raider who was right next to him now, in the head with the shotgun ripping its head to nothing but a bloody gutsy mess. The prince walked up to violet and smiled.

“You ok violet?” Night asked curiously
Violet nodded “yes, I’m fine. Come on let's get moving”

Violet walked ahead of the dark prince, as they searched the old ruins the two gathered what ammo and supplies there were.

Afterwards the two made their way towards the gates on the other side of the outpost. “Ok so how long will it take to get to New Appleloosa?” Night asked curiously.

“I’d say about 2 days maybe, depending on what way we go or what we run into out here” Violet said in return as she checked her map to check on distance and possible routes.

“Ok well, we do need to locate a place to sleep till we get there for the night's we are just roaming around.” *night said as he looks up at the mountain one last time wishing he didn't drink himself into a coma maybe would have saved so many ponies from death* “hey violet.. you don't think that maybe there were survivors from the vault somewhere do you?” Night said a bit anxious and hopeful*