Fallout Equestria: A Hole In The Sky

Prologue:

The portal to hell is opened with the incantation of good intentions

An old man sits down at a table with a radio on it, he had done this every week since Detroit fell and he and the other survivors took refuge in the Chimeran tower. Today was different however.

“Ah, welcome friends it is I, providing a final news report for all trapped in Detroit. Today five Goliath mobile siege platforms have been spotted moving towards the tower." after a brief spasm of coughing he continued "Our rent is due, and they are here to evict us. Do not worry dear listeners, as this isn’t the end, this is merely me, passing the torch of information on to you. These towers are the key, if any of us can control them, we will stand a chance.”

The man could here the gunfire from out side, the Goliath had been spotted an hour ago, and he had accepted his fate. Outside the survivalists were attempting a defense. “Man that gun! Focus fire! My God, Spire strikes inbound!” The fighter was cut off by a loud crash, and a scurrying noise.

The noise came closer, the man looked down at the canisters he had strapped to his chest, then he returned hi attention to the radio. “Remember my brothers, don’t let them take you.” The carrier bugs swarmed through the door, and he pushed the detonator. In his last moments he found peace, as the gas filled the room, he realized that he had won. There was a spark from the canisters and the green-brown gas erupted into flame consuming the entire room.

This would have been mundane, just another example of how fragile human life is. However one thing was different about this broadcast. The tower system was up, allowing for faster than light communications.

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The pod cracked open, life began to return. “What, it’s not Homage’s birth day already, is it?” I asked, returning to the land of the living was always rough, and most of the time followed by more rough, I you know what I’m getting at. I looked over the array of items I had surrounding me. I could put on my barding, but nothing can get me up here, but I still took Little Macintosh simply because I would feel naked without it. I glanced at my pip leg, it wasn’t even close to her birth day. Yes, I am in fact Littlepip.

I walked out in to the computer room of the SPP, and was greeted by Celestia. “Ah, good afternoon Littlepip, Your probably wondering why your up.” I merely grunted, which in my head translated to this had better be good. “Well I received an unusual radio broadcast this morning, one that was seemingly lanced in balefire, and I would appear to be from another world. Here it is.” As the recorded broadcast played, all my senses were put on edge, the gunfire, the energy bursts, the crash, the final suicidal blow, it all reminded me a little to much of the battle of New Appaloosa. “Most intriguing however, was the attached data, if I’m getting this right, there has been a mega spell used in this war. If you don’t mind me asking, would you be willing to maybe bring the leaders of the factions here, if they see what happened to Equestria they would have to stop fighting, right?”

During my time in the wastelands I saw what nopony should see, did things nopony should do. To prevent that from being forced on anyone else, my answer was simple. “Yes, but I will need my friends.” The Celestia figure on the screen nodded and an emerald green dragon fire portal opened up.

“It would appear that your friend the DJ got the transmission to and has gathered your friends at Tempony tower. Gather your team, then come back here via the same portal, and I can send you over from here.” Good, all in one place, I can see all their faces at once.

I turned to the computer screen. “Thank you Celestia.” With that I hopped in to the portal and felt the fire burn my skin, once again I died and was reborn.

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I emerged in Homage’s or Twilight’s athenaeum, I turned to the door leading to the broadcast station, if they were meeting about a radio signal that would be the go place. I tried the door, locked; I pulled out a bobby pin and my screwdriver. I turned the two to different angles until I heard a click. “Hey guys listen I got-” Calamity must have thought I was an intruder as he tackled me and was crushing me, wait no he’s just hugging me again. “Good to see you to. Can’t breath!”

He let go. “Oh sorry, still getting used to cyberpony strength.” He was blushing. I turned to see the others.

“Oh Littlepip, darling, how good it is to see you again. You certainly look well rested.” Velvet was obviously trying to downplay her excitement.

Next was Xenith. “How good it is to see you once again little one.” As I turned to the last member, I heard a distinctive sound. Did Xenith just, squee?

Homage was smiling wider than Pinky Pie, if that’s even possible. “Littlepip, what are you doing out of the SPP, are you going to stay now? Wait is this about the broadcast?” Hit the nail right on the head there.

I gulped, the potential here was the difference between an angry mare friend, and a loving mare friend, Lying was out of the question. Times I wish I had PTMs: 1. “Well, with good reason.” I choked, I need to tell them the rest now or it’s open season on my sex life. “It’s from another planet, and there’s a war, and we’re going to stop it!” Homage looked mad, I guess I would be to if my mare friend was rushing head long into a war. “Would it help if I said that if we don’t they will suffer a mega spell apocalypse.” I squeaked out. My friends were all taken by surprise at this revelation. Now I had hit the nail on the head.

Intense debate followed.

“But how will we?”

“Simple we show them what happened to Equestria.”

“How will we survive?”

“Shoot at what shoots at us.”

“How will we get there?”

I simply stepped aside allowing them a glimpse at the portal.

“What good will I be?”

“You’re not coming the ponies need their news. Don’t worry I’ll bring you something back.”

“Star demons.”

“They have their own problems.”

The discussion continued for about an hour, and then we reached a plan. The one I had been suggesting all along. Now it was time to go.

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Back in the SPP I was collecting my things. I donned my armored utility barding, and placed each ministry mare statue in my saddlebags with care. I heard the voice of DJ pon3 through my ear bloom. “Well now folks regarding that odd radio frequency we got earlier, there is no need to worry, it’s from far away my little ponies, and our bringer of light, the stable dweller herself, is going to fix the situation.”

I walked to my assembled group of friends, now complete with Pire light who had been out hunting during my appearance. “I’m ready, Celestia under no circumstances are you to close the gateway, we may need to retreat.” She nodded, I looked at my friends, they were still a little shaky from portaling in, but they seemed confident.

I made a step towards the portal, only to be stopped by Calamity’s hoof on my sholder. “Listen Littlepip, it’s been a while since you’ve fought anypony,” Oh no, was he actually going to stop me? “It’s good to have you back.” Really? All that, just for a welcome back? I gave him a friendly smile in return.

All at once we stepped into the portal, note to self three times in one day may be a bit much.

Even with the towers it has been many months since the broadcast was sent, and things on earth are only worse. Those who remain try to remind themselves that they are human while, while they still can. 90% of us have been killed or converted.

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Foot note:

New perk!

In the saddle again: you can now take an extra 50% weight with out getting over encumbered.