Fallout Equestria: Nearly Civilized

Year 1438  …Many years have elapsed and corroded over the mainland of Equestria.  The inhabitants struggling to survive the average day have created their own inventions.  These adaptions to helped them live through the fires of war and megaspell radiation.  Many of these adaptions included technology for  advantages.  Such weapons have only become more efficient and deadlier over the years.  Some of the survivors have hid in the shadows, stayed underground, and created their own means of a community in the wasteland. They would soon burst out and thrive with their own line of advantages, or even their own civilization.  So much has changed, yet at the same time, so little.

400 years after the Megaspell Detonation, welcome to what's supposed to be the future...

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A mare paces around, her details hidden in the room that is only lit by rows of cylinder-shaped chambers of glass.  The cylinders each containing a foal that's suspended in the fluids inside of it.   Row after row of these cylinders stretch down the hallway, every one of them containing a foal identical to the others within. The mare studies each one in pride, despite there being no differences.

“Ma’am! I’ve got something you would like to hear.” a Unicorn stallion wearing the usual white lab coat trots up to the mare.

“What is it that you wish to tell me?  Is Project S.E.R.A.P.H going as planned?  Or are you hear just to squall over a pay check?” the mare spat out, showing signs of irritation by the sudden interruption of the stallion.

“This is about Project S.E.R.A.P.H, yes.”

“Well then, spit it out already.”

“Right then…  Hold on.” the stallion flipped through some data files on his electronic notepad.  “Yes… Um…  Project S.E.R.A.P.H should be able to launch in about a month.  Once the foals are completely developed and ready to live in the real world…  That will be it.  Though, there’s some bad news to this…” the stallion rushed over the files suspended in front of him with his magic.

“Bad news…?” the mare hesitated to say.

“Sadly, yes…  We did some scans on the clones...and...  Well, Approximately only seventy percent of all clones would be completely stable. That seventy-percent will be the only ones compatible for super-soldier training…”

“Seventy…  That’s close…  But it isn't good enough for what we need in an army.  What Parasol needs…  What the Wasteland needs…”

“I’ll gather up the research team and scientists…  We’ll see what we can do before the month ends to help the clones.” The stallion said as he trotted out of the room.

The mare looked back at the chambers.  “Damn.  Diamond Crosshair sure lacked the expansive personalities to support an army of… Well…himself…” the mare joked to herself.  "Well, we got this far.  Might as well do what we can."

The stallion nodded in agreement, "Any other plans?"

"Make a note for me."

"Alright," the stallion pulled the documents in front of him closely, "...continue"

"S.E.R.A.P.H. will deploy in 150 days...no delays.  Understand?"