City of gold...?

Jack was rather... Upset, if one likes to use understatements loosely.

"Oh for the love of SHIT!" Jack threw his arms into the air. "You know what?! Fuck this!" he exclaimed as he brought out his chainsaw. With a loud whirring noise, he cut through the shrubs, with his right eye twitching. Diane kept out of his way for the most part, covering Jack's back. She couldn't help but notice Jack's rather low charisma stat, and his pip-boy.

"So Jack, what part of the wastes are you from?" Diane asked, following him through a freshly cut bush.

"New Vegas, a rather trippy place. You?" Cutting into another shrub, he was beginning to calm down with the small talk, but still was developing a profound hate for bushes and mazes in general.

"D.C. Not so trippy, just big and, well... empty." She noted her tone, signifying she was fed up with the area.

"We have cazadores, deathclaws, the legion, lakelurks... You don't wanna trade for a while?" Jack peered over the shrubs once again, on his toes. "Four more walls of this shit to go by the way." He grumbled.

"What are cazadores?" She replied curiously. Jack stopped to ponder as soon as he was done cutting. Putting his hand on his chin, he pondered how to describe it.

"Well, think of a butterfly," he finally stated. Diane nodded. "Then imagine it about... say three hundred times bigger, with a solid black body, and sickly orange eyes and wings. Oh, and a stinger about as big as your forearm that injects a very volatile poison into you body that, depending on your endurance, could paralyze you and cause you a slow and agonizing death before your heart stops."

Diane blinked at that.

"I take it you're a medical expert?"

"Yes. I could've be a traveling doctor. But NO! Courier six HAD to be the one." He sawed the next barrier down, losing his patience.

"So you're a courier?" She stepped through the cut area.

"Courier six, formerly employed to the Mojave Express. Don't remember anything before that. As Doctor Mobius put it, I had a severe case of 'bullet-headitus.' But I suppose it's alright now."

"Really? Shot in the brains and you didn't die?" They paused for a moment before sawing down the last barrier, and sat down. Jack took off his helmet, tired of having it on for so long. Jack motioned her to sit down, and she complied.

"A rather intriguing case. From what I was told I was delivering a package. A platinum chip. This chip was the most powerful thing in the wasteland, and it's capabilities are still a mystery to me." Wiping off his forehead with his hand he grinned. "You know it's been a long time since someone has asked me questions about my life. What about you? Whats your story?"

Diane grimaced, and started to get unpleasant memories. Jack picked up on this, and smiled.

"You don't have to tell me anything if you don't want to. Hey, you getting thirsty? I certainly am." Jack produced a water bottle full of purified water. He undid the top and took a swig, then offered it to his companion. She obliged, and took a swig as well.

"J-J-JACK?!" both turned towards the voice's origin to a... Purple... Horse?

"What the fuck?" Diane muttered, seemingly beating Jack to it, who donned his helmet immediately.

How-Why-What-Where Twilight struggled to process the information before her. There, sat Jack, who she was observing moments ago, with a more feminine looking figure sitting across him. Jack stood up, trying to make his movements slow, to seem careful and friendly. But she knew it was Jack the ripper himself, in the flesh. She did the only logical thing she could think of.

"GUARDS! HELP! INTRUDERS IN THE MAZE! INTRUDERS IN THE-"*hurk*

"Jesus, shut up, you're giving me a migraine!" Jack was holding her in a choke hold in one of his arms, almost strangling the marshmallow-y pony in his arm. The human gave no notice in her struggles. As the other human caught up, she checked something that connected to her weapon.

"Alright, now that we got loud-mouth over here, let's go to the local authority figure. Now If I loosen up, you'll be quiet, right?" Twilight nodded as much as she could, and true to her word, she kept quiet.

"Diane could you get my chainsaw? Seemed to have left it back there." This 'Diane' nodded, and disappeared behind him. After what seemed like hours, Jack talked again.

"How did you know my name?" He asked curiously.Twilight simply whimpered, closing her eyes and starting to cry. "Oh, forget about me killing you alright? When's the last time you've seem me try to cut a kid's head off, huh?"

"Got it Jack!" He turned around, and saw Diane waving the tool.

As she got closer, she noticed Twilight crying.

"Alright, whad'ja do to it?" She asked accusingly.

"Asked her a question. She clearly understands what we are saying, so it must be in shock. Don't ask on how I know it's a girl, I just got a feeling about it..." Jack hefted his position and had twilight on his back, hooves over his shoulders.

"So, where to? How do we get out of here properly?" She stuck a shaky hoof straight ahead, and trusted her, for now of course... Until they ran into a large Guard patrol, about twenty in number, and all with golden amour, holding spears in their direction.

Jack looked over to Diane, who was checking to see if her rifle was properly loaded. She looked up, giving an affirmative. Holding twilight with his right arm, he drew his double barrel with his left.

"Just stand down Diane, I got this." A wastelander once said he had a tongue of platinum, as he had reached his maximum efficiency with his words. Here goes something...

"H-hello? Anyone h-here? I..." Celestia noticed a radio directly in front of her, on a table, shining in an overhead light fixture.

Come to the Sierra Madre, a place where wealth and prestige await around every corner!

Celestia was officially freaked out. Eerie radio broadcast, the fact that the tunnel to her right had glowing green liquid, and for some reason the place smelled like burnt flesh. She trotted slowly to the table, and immediately felt dizzy. As she fought for consciousness, her body was eventually forced to give in, what with the small amount of sleep she had before this. Her eyes finally closed, and fell to the ground with a metallic thump. From behind, she could sense a being, but was soon completely knocked out to take action, and then... Darkness.

Chrysalis was not a happy changeling. Not at all. Somehow with all the rubble she was hidden, but her magic refused to work, and that meant no invisibility, no camouflage, and no love, or at least not for a while...

The three bipeds were still looking for her, pointing their metal tools this way and that, looking to capture, or kill her. It was always the fate of a changeling.

"Come on out Diane and we'll consider giving you a painless death! You fucking coward! Come on!" Diane? Who in the buck is Diane?! Then her heart stopped. In her sights she saw two bipeds... But where was the third? She felt her tail being pulled, and snapped her head around, only to have her mouth covered by an invisible figure, surely the third biped, as she felt cold digits spread around her mouth, preventing her from screaming.

She waited for death, or a drug to set in, as she clenched her eyes shut. After about five minutes, she dared to open her eyes, only to see a slight disfiguration where she thought her future captor was. For about five minutes, she stared, awaiting the inevitable. She felt the invisible digits leave her lips, and she kept quiet, now scared out of her mind. She then felt the digits scratching her behind her ears. It thinks I'm an animal...

"Hello there, you're rather cute for a creature of the wastes... My name is Jett by the way." She heard a soft masculine voice whisper. Chrysalis blinked. Now realizing her odds of death were significantly lowered. So she did what every changeling that felt love during a companionship did. She played along, and nuzzled the limb scratching her. Besides, it felt kinda... nice...

"Hello. Might I ask who is in charge here?" Jack asked, sweating a bit under his helmet. The purple horse squirmed in his grip, trying and failing once again to get out of his hold.

Then suddenly a white horse stepped out, this one donned a purple and white helmet, sporting a levitating spear, and a deep scowl. Jack raised an eyebrow under his helmet, glad they could not see his face at the moment.

"I am going to guess you're in charge?" Looking at the equine in his hands, it looked as if it knew the white and purple clad one. The said equine doubled her efforts to escape his iron grip, but once again, to no avail.

"Shining!" It shouted. Jack squeezed her stomach a little tighter, encouraging her to quiet down.

"Twilight relax!" Twilight. It just sounds... Stupid.

"Please be quiet. This will be all over soon." Jack Looked up at the one Twilight called Shining. "Mr. Shining?"

The equine recognized his name, and turned his gaze to the giant before him.

"That is me, Shining Armour, Captain of the royal guard, prince of the crystal empire. Who and what are you, freak?" Jack's right eye twitched. Twilight audibly gulped.

"Mr. Shining I would appreciate it if we could handle this in a professional matter and refrain from using insults. As you can tell, me and my friend over there have this 'Twilight' as a hostage. Now I don't rightly know where I am but I know for sure I want to get back to where I came from and you want me out of here as soon as possible. This is an affirmative?" Jack waved his hand, gesturing to the platoon.

"Yes."

"Good. Now I propose this: I hold Twilight until we get out of the vicinity, and release her of her current imprisonment as soon as we are on the very edge of leaving. I don't know about you Mr. Shining, but that sounds like a very good proposition to me."

"I don't know if I can do that."

"For the love of Celestia, just do it Shining! You don't know what he's capable of!" Twilight's eyes started to water, and Shining gave a sympathetic look.

"...Alright. Follow me."

Celestia awoke with a start. Her eyes shot open, and her breathing quickened, bringing a strong burning smell of copper and sulfur. Her eyes watered, and her lungs felt as if they were on fire. Bringing her Left hoof to her closed, watery eyes, her snout made contact with something metal. She took a moment to compose herself. slowly adapting to her surrounding environment.

After about a good twenty minutes, she opened her eyes. She nearly choked. A giant red cloud was all she could see, and upon further adjustment, a fountain was to the front of her. She stared at a transparent blue figure atop the fountain. It was wearing a dress of some sort, favoring her left hind leg, her right foreleg was on her hip, appendages resting there. It took a second for Celestia to realize what had transpired, her pupils dilating, and ears flat against her head. Then a set of tiles slid apart and another face lit up. This one displayed only the face of an elderly-looking human.

"Welcome... To the Sierra Madre!"