Fallout Equestria: Paradise Lost

Alright, this damn thing should be saving properly now. I've wasted enough time trying to type on this, if it fails this time, I'm calling it quits.

Now for a brief dossier on Stable 46, my former home, before I begin.

The 46th Stable was all about augmentations. You know, making ponies better. We did this with robotic parts. We could give a pony a new leg. We could give them fingers. We could do so much. However, augmentations only enhanced, not create, so food was always an issue. Now, you're, at this moment, likely thinking 'Wait, what about artificial sunlight and all that good stuff?' Allow me to explain.

Our previous Overmare was a stuck-up bitch, if you'll pardon my language. She had incredibly high standards, and ended up dying without passing on her genes. Ergo, we had to hire a new Overmare, but none of the Unicorns had the capabilities. There was, however, an Earth Pony who could do the job, so we hired her. Because we were now unable to grow apples, we had to ration what we had. This lasted a number of years, thankfully, given how focused the last Overmare was on her job. Yet, we'd run out eventually, given the lack of artificial sunlight to grow the apples.

Then, one day, we were almost out, and had to explore the Wasteland to find supplies, despite the fact that we were nearly shot when we had first attempted to explore it. Since we waited a few centuries to perfect our augmentations before exploring, Raiders had managed to set up camp around the Stable. It ended poorly, and our up and coming Overmare was nearly shot.

That is where my story begins, when we were low on supplies and had to find more in the Wasteland. It's not a pretty story by any means, so I'll put in warnings where they are due.

Anyway, before I begin, I should introduce myself. My name is Fallen Star, a Unicorn stallion. I have a cyan coat and my mane is two shades of honeydew. My eyes are yellow. The only augmentation I have is on my right forehoof, which gives me a hand. If I had to state three major points about myself, I'm a pessimist, I dislike augmentations despite the fact I had no choice in the matter of receiving mine, and I enjoy walking and exploring in general. Ok, that's technically four, but you get the idea.

I was a Peacekeeper in the Stable. A terrible one, at that. The job of a Peacekeeper was to keep the peace, in a brutal way. For example, if somepony stole from another, I would have to confiscate property from them. If a pony injured another pony, I'd deal an equal amount of damage to them. If a pony killed another...you get the idea. The exception was rape, which would be punishable by death. While I was on board with the entire 'eye for an eye' system, I lacked the killer instinct. It was one of my many flaws.

Now, I know what you're thinking. 'Fallen Star, aren't Stables peaceful?' For the most part, yes. However, as a wise stallion once said: 'If you truly wish to test a pony's character, give them power.' Turns out, a lot of us had poor character. I remember learning this long ago, from my teacher, Harbinger. He had more augmentations than I could count on one hoof, or hand as the case would be. Despite how much he pretended, I knew he thought I was a terrible apprentice. Once, when we caught a rapist, he turned to me, and said "Star Junior,(my mother was Bright Star, a seamstress) I think you should do this." He handed me a knife, and I realized that I couldn't run this time. I took it, and muttered an apology before slitting his throat. I felt a tingle, and next thing I knew I had a shooting star for a Cutie Mark. As irrelevant as it was, I realized it was destiny. Needless to say, I cried myself to sleep that night.

Then, came my C.A.T(Cutie Mark Aptitude Test), and it confirmed what I had already figured: I was born to be a Peacekeeper. It sounded like a curse. Being a justified killer? What sick and twisted Goddess of fate planned this for me? At least I'd be respected.

Turns out, you're not really liked at all. Ponies fear you, avoid you, and generally try to make sure you're never around them in case they have a slip. In fact, the only ponies I ever talked to were Bronze Scales, who is my apprentice, and the Overmare. They get old after a while, really. I consider myself a fair pony, but I guess not everyone would agree with me there.

That said, I think that's enough about me. I feel like I've droned on long enough. I'd say we should move on to my tale, a work in progress.