Fallout Equestria: Nearly Civilized

Splatter examines the broken magnum that Topaz has left behind.  He looks closely at the inscription engraved onto the side of the chrome gun’s barrel - it reads;

‘CONSORTIUM BALLISTIC RESEARCH, CUSTOM, RADICAL STALL’

He turns on his communication device and contacts HQ, “Splatter reporting, I just found something of great interest.”

Another voice replies to Splatter from the other end, “And what interest are you mentioning here, Splatter?”

Splatter can recognize the voice from the other end as a Consortium Agent, “Yea, it’s your mommy’s.  Parasol.  What ever.”

The other end goes silent for a moment, “Give me your coordinates, I’ll be on my way A-S-A-P.” the agent hangs up in a hurry.

“Not even a ‘good-bye’?  Lame!”

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The feeling of a metallic cylinder pecks at Topaz’s right cheek, causing him to slowly awake.  He rubs his eyes for a moment before freezing in horror as his vision focuses on the objects in front of him.

“Well, well.  Look who finally woke up…” a middle aged stallion said with a smirk; the stallion wears a full suit of armor, angry bugged-eye visors and the tail piece resembling that of a scorpion’s - the other two Pegasus ponies next this stallion - both mares - also wear the same armor.

Topaz stood up hastily, completely alert now, “Who bloody hell are you…?”

“I like his accent…” one of the mares behind the stallion commented.

“Does he have an accent?  I didn’t quite hear the first time; he said it too quickly…” the other mare replied.

“No, I don’t have an accent.”

The mare answered her own question, “Yea, okay, he does have an accent…”

“Look, you still haven’t answer my question; who are you ponies?” Topaz said cautiously.

The stallion adjusted the Riot Shotgun that is kept pointed at Topaz, “Actually, you should answer my question first, it has more importance; what are you doing here?”

Topaz thought for a moment, “I’m sort-a lost…  I was abducted and left somewhere away from my home and I’m eager to return, maybe get some questions answered about why this is happening…  Good enough answer?”

“Good enough, but here’s the answer to yours, bud.  We, we are the new and better Enclave.  We get things done.”

The name ‘Enclave’ bounces around Topaz’s mind for a bit, “New Enclave?  There was an old Enclave or something?”

“Yup, and this new one is better, I mean, we just successfully liberated Ponyville of Ghouls with minimal losses.  After the recent president was assassinated, a new one took their place and she is an asshole - completely running everything wrong.  A lot of high ranking ponies left and decided to start their own group.  Lets just say that a lot of ponies left the old Enclave, so we’re the new ones.” the stallion proudly announced.

“Liberated of Ghouls?”

“Yes.  Ghouls.”

“Aren’t they just normal ponies, just a little more wrinkly?”

“Are you joking?  Have you ever seen them?  They’re nothing close to being a normal pony, they’re abominations.  The Enclave wishes to return Equestria to her former glory, and that means no Ghouls, no super mutants.”

“From what I learned, Ghouls are living pre-War fossils preserved by the radiation…  Why all of the hate?”

“They changed with Equestria, we want to revert this change, the Ghouls aren’t what they used to be.”

“The feral ones that I keep hearing about are the ones who has lost it all and need to be freed from their bodies…”

“Look, bud.  Poor-lonely-you isn’t going to change anything in the wasteland.  Shut your mouth.  Abominations are abominations and need to be cleansed from Equestria.” the stallion turns to one of the mares, “Get this guy away from the Stable.”

“Yes, sir” a mare obediently replied and gestures towards Topaz, “With me.”

Topaz, afraid to get blasted apart by their intimidating weaponry, decides that the best option is to obey.

One of the mares leads Topaz out of the shallow cave and further north through the forest.

“Hm, you’re kinda cute for a wastelander, what’s your name?” the mare asked, “I’m May.  As in - short for Mayhem.”

Topaz blushes and stutters a bit, “I-I-I’m no wastelander…”

“Then where are you from, cutie?” May asked.

“Uh-uh, I’m from…  A large, er, city called Chance.”

The forest clears out and the sight of a rather intact village comes into view more of these ‘new Enclave’ are seen patrolling and piling the bodies of several deceased Ghouls - all of which have suffered bullet wounds, mostly to the head.  Judging by the old-war and newer makeshift structures, there was some retaliation in the area that was printed and punched into the walls in the form of bullet holes.

“Chance?  No wonder why you know absolutely jack-shit about the wastelands and the Enclave…  Silly city-folk…  Oh, here’s nice twist - I know where Chance is and I’m willing to give you ride there, but first you’ll have to spend some ‘alone-time’ with me first.” May winked with a smile on her face.

“Uh… that would be great…!” Topaz replied, excited, but not for alone-time with May. “What do you want me to do…?”

May gives a short glance at Topaz who then  takes out a small spherical device, “Just stick with me, alright?” she then proceeds to press a button on top of the amusing little device - it then begins emitting a flashing, dim, cyan light before she begins radioing for a Vertibird.

“What’s that for?”

May tossed the device into an alley before he smile gets slightly bigger, “Oh, you’ll see.”  She then leads Topaz to a Vertibird that is preparing to land.  The rotors kick up dust and dirt which causes Topaz to sneeze.

“That’s our ride, c’mon.” May gestured to Topaz as she climbs into the Vertibird.  He climbs right on in behind May.

The Vertibird begins accelerating its rotors before taking off to the skies.  May takes a few looks at Topaz before opening her mouth again.

“So, you still haven’t given your name, cutie.”

“Oh, erm…  My name is Topaz Spectrum.”

“Topaz…  Your name’s cuter than I thought…” May said while removing her helmet and pulls out another device from before, this time the cyan light doesn’t blink.

“Why do you find me so attractive…? and-and, now what’s that for this time…!?”

“This one?” May waves the lit up device for a moment, “It’s to make sure we don’t get ass lit up by some friends of mine…”

“What!?”

“Oh, calm down would ya?” May flicks her mane around a bit before putting a hoof onto the earpiece she has in her left ear, “This is Agent Mayhem, I’ve secured the target, Reservation 3-3-8-5 is a loss to the Separatists - you’re clear to commence assaults at once.”

Topaz is completely clueless about what exactly is going on, so he remains seated in the Vertibird as if he was a statue about to crumble with the slightest movement.  May gets up from her seat and draws a suppressed 10mm pistol before moving to the cockpit. “Hey, bad idea to be a part of the new Enclave, huh?  Throwing your brain out the window like that...” May said to the Enclave pilot before shooting him in the head.  Topaz watches helplessly as some blood splatters around the cockpit’s windshields.  May takes the pilot’s body out of the seat and tosses it to the back where Topaz is before getting into the pilot seat herself and begins operating the Vertibird herself.

“Do me a favor, Topaz and chuck the body out the rear.” May asked.

Topaz simply sits there, frozen with confusion and fear while clenching onto the seat - he stares at the body.

“Just do it you wimp.” May said while getting impatient, “And don’t try to jump out.”

The rear hatch of the Vertibird opens up to reveal two other unidentified air vehicles - though quite similar to a Vertibird are in formation behind the one that Topaz is in.  Still holding onto the seat, Topaz simply uses his hind legs to scoot the body out of the Vertibird.

“Thank you, cutie.”

Topaz watches the limp body fall to the passing by ground, “What the hell is going on?”

May leans out her seat to look at him, “Nothing much…” she then points a dart gun and fires a tranquilizer right into the neck of Topaz, completely unaware of such an action, he only reacts with a cringe and hoof where the dart struck.

The tranquilizer was potent enough for Topaz to blackout within seconds.

May guides the captured Vertibird along with her fellow escort drones.  These black escort drones with minor cyan patterns are unpiloted by living bodies and are instead controlled by artificial intelligence loyal to their commander. This gives them a carrying capacity advantage along with a smaller size silhouette, though they still represent Vertibirds. Less space, resources, and conveniences that are usually required for a living crew is replaced with lightweight circuiting and terminal components, the extra carrying capacity is handed over to two specially-modified heavy Consortium Gatling Lasers and internal stealth systems.  As for a majority of AI centered methods, these escort drones are highly vulnerable to pulse weaponry.

Made only in the Consortium, May thought to herself.  She takes the Vertibird to the North-East region of Equestria, completely on opposite coastline of where Chance is located.  She looks back at unconscious Topaz laying on the floor of the passenger area.  You have a lot of explaining to do, mister.  She thought to herself about the current state of which she’s in though this trend of thought didn’t last too long when she saw signs that she was approaching home.

Multiple large, gorgeous and power waterfalls, known as Neighagra Falls, pours into the river below.  For centuries, the landmark has seemingly been untouched by the wars around it, it’s waters flow with breathtaking beauty and what remains of nature - the source of these waters comes from the glaciers of the Frozen North’s Crystal Mountains.  At the top of one of the waterfalls is a city as fresh as the waters flowing by it.  The city as for being in such a position doesn’t appear to be clinging to dear life at the edge of the cliff like Canterlot, but instead, it seems to simply sit on the edge, care-free and in tranquility.  This is owned by a recent faction - known as the Consortium - bloomed during the darkest hours many years ago when the Enclave decided to show their might against the surface-dwellers.  When the conflict died down and the Enclave seemingly vanished for many years, the Consortium began expanding it’s stable to the point it became a city, C-Stable as they call it.

May took a good look at the city, knowing this is her home, she still can’t shake off the past she dragged herself through with an abusive mother and a non-existent father.  The day May ran away from her old life, she felt that weight drop off of back and thud against the floor, but with the current happenings, the weight slowly began growing on her back again.  May wanted to prove that her mother was wrong in all ways possible, she wanted revenge till her last breaths.  May didn’t care who’s going to be on the front lines of this personal conflict, all she wanted was to get back at her own mother for everything she has done.  Topaz seems to be the best lead to find this mother of her’s, and she isn’t going to go easy on the poor city-dweller, either.  May knows her own mother is always one step ahead, but May’s persistence is easily getting to her.  She’s surprised she managed to hide these emotions from Topaz so nothing would look so suspicious other than the half-hearted flirts and the lies about knowing where Chance is.

May lands the captured Vertibird in one of the hangars provided.  She exits the rear and notifies a guard.  The guard wears something similar to Power Armors, but seems slightly lighter.  His main armament is a modified Laser Rifle, a standard for the guards around the place.

“Yes, ma’am?” the guard said while trotting closer to May.

May gestures towards Topaz who is still unconscious from the tranquilizer, “Take him to the holding cells, notify me when regains consciousness so I can question him. I have more important matters as of now.”

“Affirmative.  I’ll get right to it.” the guard throws Topaz onto his back and trots off.

May heads toward one of the tallest buildings of C-Stable;  a tower that serves at the Headquarters for the Consortium and the suites for the Overseer. She climbs up the stairs of this tower which also linked to personal quarters for guards and other Consortium officials.  She finally reaches the tower top and knocks on the rich wooden double-doors.

An aged, calm, and professional voice is heard from the other side, “Who is it?”

“Agent May, I wish to report my findings.” May replied casually with her head close to the door.

“You may enter.”

“Much appreciated, Overseer Business.” May proceeds to open one of the two double-doors and steps into a well decorated room, the portraits and black-and-white photos show the history of the Consortium, the room itself is well enough to be a one-roomed museum.  The Overseer, a Unicorn stallion in his early 60's named Shady Business, sits on the opposite side of the room.  His aged slicked-back mane shows that it was once black, though the other features of him such as his tan coat show almost unnoticeable changes from aging.  He appears to be focused on the paperwork he has on his desk and doesn’t bother to look up at May when she enters.  She stays a few feet away from the desk that the Overseer sits in.

“What is it that you wish to report other than the clear for sending military forces to Reservation 33-85?” Overseer Business speaks clearly and serious without looking away from his work.

“I found someone that may help with our issue with Parasol.” May said, her posture straight.

The  Overseer sighs before looking right up at May, eventually locking eye contact with each other, “I’ve told you this before.  Parasol is no longer a threat to us.  Vanhoover is a hot spot for raiders ever since Chance began construction, there’s no possible way for them to transfer troops without wearing themselves out with those raiders just to attack us and they don’t possess the proper technology, that and we’ve never heard of Parasol since we’ve successfully destroyed Fritz’s lab 25 years ago.  That was all they had left.”

“Look, this someone has something we don’t know about yet, it could be something important that can prevent something, or-”

The Overseer cuts May off, “OR we can easily be wasting our time, my time.  Don’t engage in this conflict, if it does even exist.  I’m busy now, so please, tell me something more important than ghosts.”

May, frustrated with the results, shakes her head and trots out of the Overseer’s office and heads back down the tower. You’ll learn from your own experience, one day, Shady.  Once she gets to the base of the tower and trots out to the markets.

After a few minutes, the guard from before meets up with her.

“Ma’am, your VIP is conscious.” the guard said before saluting and trotting off back to his post.

‘Bout fucking time.  May hastily heads down to the prison, eager to investigate further.

Overseer Lightning stands on a balcony of her office building looking out at the city that was built by the community for which she banded together from the wastelands itself.  Her moment was interrupted by a trooper hushing into her office, he was out of breath by the time he reaches Lightning.

The trooper, still catching his breath, begins to speak, “Lightning…  Bad things…  Not good…!”

Lightning, stunned at the sudden entrance of the fellow trooper, turns around quickly,”What...?  Slow down you fool and catch your breath, you’re no good if you can barely speak of the issue or issues...”

The trooper takes deep breaths before opening his mouth again, “Ponyville, the Enclave Separatists are now in control of it…”

“And?  What importance does this hold?”

“The subject, Topaz Spectrum, he was taken away by a Consortium spy disguised as an Enclave trooper…  The unit I was with to watch over Spectrum, they sent me to deliver this message, I don’t know what happened to Spectrum after they took off in a Vertibird…”

“There’s not many places they can go, I happened to grow up at one of the busiest places of the Consortium.  This is the last time they’ll piss me off…” Lightning snaps her attention to the trooper in her office and raises her voice, “I want 5 Vertibirds, each carrying a shipping container with Subjects 256 through 452, at least 40 subjects per container! Now!”

“But Subjects 256 through 452 were complete failures!  Why would you-”

“Exactly…”

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Topaz awakens in a room, the only form of light is a single bulb hanging from the ceiling, the rest of the room seems to be pitch black.  He shifts a bit, but this simple movement was completely restricted due to the zip ties hold both of his fore legs to the chair he was placed in, his hind legs were also zip tied together to prevent further resistance.  He looks around frantically seeing if there’s anyone nearby to signal, but the view range through the darkness of the room made it impossible to see anything, but he tries anyway.

“Hello!?  Anyone!?” Topaz calls out before struggling in the chair, this only shifted the chair slightly, but not enough to be significant for how much energy it consumed.

Where am I…   What do I do now…!?