Fallout Equestria Raiders

by xBUBBA1995x

Chapters

Chapter 001- Expect the worst
Chapter 002- Yan Hoover
Chapter 003- The Start of Fire

Chapter 001- Expect the worst

Chapter One - Expect the worst

“When life gives you lemons, rip them in half and shove them into life’s eyes! Because fuck lemons, its all about apples!”

When do you know its time to stop? When do you know its time to change? When do you know you have reached the last leg of your life. Well... I for one can tell you that this exact moment is that time.

BANG!

And as soon as I kill these fucks that I use to call my friends I can have my revelation in-

BANG!

Fuck this, I can’t even finish a fucken thought. I leaped out of cover, and barreled down the long hallway. A black mare with an assault rifle stood before me. Her name was Railgun. She had a fetish for impalement, but when it came to close range fighting... she sucked. And so did her aim. Every shot other missed or bounced off of my armor. I was after all the only one that made the armor that we all used, but I made mine better!

I leaped forward and wrapped my forehooves around her head. Then with a mighty twist, her head whipped about. Her head was now sported a 240* angle. I smiled. It was a better look than before. She was a very ugly mare.

“Crimson you fucker where the hell did you ass go?!” The voice of Sweet Tongue called out. He was a larger earth pony. White with a messy green mane. He always love knocking ponies around with me. But now he too was going to die.

He and his brother told everypony to kill me. And no one wants that now. Well I don’t. But considering the fact that I have twenty-five years of “Raiding” under my belt and they have... less than ten? Ah whatever, didn’t have the best of memories after a grenade almost killed me a while back. Anyways, on top of that my kill count is higher, and out of all of us I'm the only fucker that learned how to read. Oh And if your little mind has not figured it out by now, I'm a Raider. But I’m considering on stopping. Back to the killing.

“Oh ya, you're going to enjoy this Crimson,” Reaction took over and I shot out a hind hoof. It impacted the thought of Sweet Tongue's brother. His name was Drive Pie. I would always call him Shit pie, and now that I think of it that i probably why he want to kill me. He was a unicorn and was wielding a large ax. He was never good with melee weapons. He was also gagging on the floor. AND he was also the fucker that told everyone to kill me. Oh and let’s not forget the fact that I collapsed this throat.

“Oh look it Shit Pie,” He gave a twitch as he struggled for breath. “Well then you look in pain. Well I'm no doctor, but I do know a large amount of lead to the face is a great painkiller!” Using my magic I grabbed the nearby assault rifle in my blue magic field, and unloaded into Shit’s head. Funny, playing doctor was always fun. At least his death was quick and painless. Not that he deserved it, but still killing his was very satisfying.

It was then something large and shaped like Sweet Tongue landed on me. Oh wait... it was Sweet Tongue, and he was wearing my horseshoes. I was wondering where those were. Sadly ‘were’ they were was shoved into my back pinning me down. Why did he have to be such a fat ass? If it were some other pony I could have just knocked him off... Oh wait. I have magic.

“Smell that?” He shoved my muzzle down into his brothers pooling blood. “Does it smell good? Because your going to join the smell soon, but not after I'm done carving you up for what you-”

BANG-BANG-BANG!

Like I had said. I had magic, and an assault rifle. And now I also had my good old horseshoe! Man was today looking up. There was only one more of my old pals left to kill, and then I can start a new! Then I could explain why I'm changing! Why I want to change things and turn them around. Because-

KaBANG-

A sniper round entered my leg... In short I was pissed. Again, my thoughts were cut off, but more or less I was in pain. Holy shit, that fucken hert. I then dove behind Sweet Tongues body. For once the big fucker was doing good. Even if he was just being a meat shield.

Even if I most of my leg was... blown to bits, it was just pain that preceded me. Pain was pain. I was a raider. We go hoof and hoof, so I did my best to ignore it. I didn’t have any positions on me so I would just have to deal with it. I did however had some painkillers. And no, I was not going to shoot myself. That was Shit Pie’s thing, not me... mine was buffout. No, i'm not an addict. Yep... buffout is amazing when you can see your own bone.

Ever notice how blood loss makes you do idiotic things? I started my way down the hallway, keeping low to the ground so that the sniper could not see me through the broken windows. Then I pulled myself around the corner and started to tumble down a flight of stairs. I know I said ignoring the pain was what I was going to do, but when you roll down some stairs when the bone is exposed... that shit is PAINFUL!

Luckily the sniper, or Rage Cup if you want to call him by his name, didn’t know I stumbled down the stairs. Also a good stroke of luck was his irate stubbornness about tunnel vision. Hobbling up to my hooves, I pulled out my assault rifle and aimed at his head. I may not have been the best with guns but I knew how to aim. He was on the roof. I was at ground level. At this range I would miss, but I was old and had many tricks hidden under my hoof. I concentrated. He didn’t notice the rifle floating up to his head. I pulled the trigger, and two bullets entered his head.

I sighed. They are all dead now, and that means I can tell you why. Well... I found a statuette. A statuette of a butter yellow are with a pink mane. She has several small animals around her, but when I hold her in my magic I can feel all the pain that I have done. Acknowledge everything that I did, and make me want to do better. There was even a engraving on the side. It says ‘Be Pleasant.’ And well... it make me feel bad for what i did.

*** *** ***

I watched in enjoyment as the blown apart skin around my hoof healed. I had made my way over to the where we stored most of our loot. To my enjoyment we had plenty respiration positions. Man were they great! And now came the part that I was expecting. Changing from my raider armor to something that won't get me shot on sight. I used my magic to browse the large selection of clothes that we had. All of which were in bad condition. A bloodstained suit? No, no protection. It was in good condition though... A set of combat armor? Nope, the damn thing was falling apart. A grenade? How the hell did that get in the there? It then dawned on me that I might have to make a new set of armor. Well fuck. I had only ever made armor that looked... evil. And now I was going to have to make something look nice... Well if I was going to do as this statuette wanted, Be Pleasant, then I was going to have to do it. But what?

Well let me step back and look at what I got. The suit is in great shape, but is just covered in blood. The combat armor is falling apart, but the metal plates must still be intact. I even had a couple of rages and trader barding to use. There was even a baseball cap. I... had nothing. Well... I could cut apart the armor and add the plates over the suit. Ya... that might work. I can even take apart the helmet and use it to fix the ball cap. Or... Man, I was not a smart pony. Well I strong and perceptive, and pain was a good pal of mine. But when it came to the thinking part, I sucked. And I don’t think my history being a raider was going to help making friends. Speaking of friends, I'm off to a great start, don't you think? I mean, I had just killed them. I'm still covered in their blood. Doesn't really help that we lived in a school. Were kids go to make friends.

Ok, other than non-raider armor, what do normal ponies have? I know they were bags, and have lots of ammo. I glanced over to the opposite wall. Yep, ammo. Lots of ammo from the many days-O-plundering. And a good weapon... I glanced over at the assault rifle. It looked like shit. It worked pretty damn well, but it looked like shit. Maybe I should clean it...

Then there was caps. Bottle caps to be exact. I don’t know the exact amount of caps we Raiders have collected over the years, but I knew it was in the hundreds. Well that takes care of money...

Armor, ammo, guns, and caps... what can be next? Healing shit, I mean... Restoration potions! I looked down at the empty bottles of potion. I had used most to fix my leg, and had one left. Well... fuck. It was a good thing that I still had the bottle of Buffout. Its not like I took all the pills at once. It was made for several uses, not just one. And... I think that is all I need. Well time to get to work.

To help pass the time I used my magic to flip on the radio. It alway sucked working in complete silence. Then the music started. From how often I listened, I knew the song was going to end. “How can I fix this? How many times must I try? Please, this time, let me get it right!” The voice was of Sweetie Belle. And the song reminded me of what I was starting to do, and I had just done. I smiled.

And then the a voice broke out from the speaker. The voice of DJ Pon-3. “This is DJ Pon3, and that was Sweetie Belle, singing about that one great truth of the wasteland: every pony has done something they regret. And now, my little ponies, it’s time for the news! Now you ponies remember when I told you ‘bout those two ponies who crawled themselves out of Stable Two? Well, I’ve been gettin’ reports that one of those little ponies took out the raider nest in the heart of Ponyville, and saved several pony captives -- including the beloved author of The Wasteland Survival Guide, Ditzy Doo! Hey kid, thanks! From all of us! And now the weather: cloudy everywhere, with a chance of rain, gunfire and bloody dismemberment...”

…Wait, what? Then some music started to play through the speaker. Hold on, rewind that. Hid he say that a Stable Dweller killed a group of Raiders? How the hell is that possible?! Stable Dwellers suck! I know, I know, I should be more considerate considering I just killed a group myself, but come on! I have been in the wasteland for my entire life, and a Stable Dweller has been in a hole for theirs. I almost died, and it sounds like the Stable Dweller kicked ass! What... I'm overthinking it. Just let it go. Ponyville is on the other side of Equestria. There is no way that you would ever meet her. Besides, we are both doing the right thing... Be Pleasant.

*** *** ***

Six... of the longest hours of my life later, I found myself think that I was getting myself a little too hyped. Why? Well it started to rain. In Equestria when it rains, it takes days for it to stop. Luckily the suit I made was thick. And all the stitches and fabric I used were made of Caravan barding. In the end my new armor did look like a suit. It looked like some businesspony was going to war, and the battlefield was his office. Luckily it was mostly black. My favorite color, and the color of my mane. Thou if I got blood on me my red fur would make it hard to see. In short, the hat I made was not water proof, the armor I made was partly water froop, and outside was nothing but water.

I shoved what ammo I could into my pocket, and grabbed some extra guns. Then I shoved them into the bag I through together... Ok fine. I didn’t make the bag. I just added them to my barding. They were made of some medical containers spray painted to also be black... Well, when I say spray painted, I mean I threw them into a fire so that they turn black.

KABOOM!

The sound of thunder rocked the school around me. And my ears had twitched. That was not a good thing. The lightning sounded louder than what it was supposed to be, and much closer. As if it hit the school... Ah Fuck! The school was on fire.

As fast as I could manage, everything was equipped. Man, it felt strange wearing the armor, but I couldn't think of somthing like that. The fire was spreading quickly. I barreled out of the storage room door and tore down the hall. I could have just jumped through one of the windows, but that would mean jumping through the fire. It sounded fun, but falling from the 2nd floor... not a good thing. It happened to me before.

Part of the ceiling caved in, blocking my path. I now had two options. Move through the classrooms or jump out the window... I know its not the best option, but I didn’t want to run through the classrooms. Window time.

KRASH!

Why did I pick the one window that still had glass...? I’m not a smart pony. Then I landed on the ground and started to roll. You know, it didn’t really hurt that bad. Then I started to run from the fire. I started to run towards the nearest town.

END OF CHAPTER

Chapter 002- Yan Hoover

Fallout Equestria Raiders

Chapter Two - Yan Hoover

“Life if like a waterfall. Very, very, very wet...”

In equestria that are two things you will find everywhere. Rain and Death. And at the moment, ‘rain’ was going to kill me. Oh god it was cold, and very wet. And let’s not forget that I'm in northern Equestria. Where it's colder than the rest of world. So ya, I don't like the rain. Still, my new armor was grate! Cept me mostly dry.

I would not normally complain, but I was just in a building on fire. I know what can get me sick, and the change in temperature is going to mess with me greatly. Alas, I should have ate something when I was making my new clothing, I'm getting a bit hungry. That and sleepy... I'm tired and hungry damn it!

I slowed my pace down to a trot. I was not going to get there anytime soon, but at least it gave me time to think. Like, what I was going to say to them. ‘Hi, I was a Raider! And most likely killed somepony you know! Let’s be pals!’ Ya, not a good idea. Well... I did just kill off the local Raiders... that might get me in good. Hell giving one of the Raiders guns might work. Probable the sniper. I could never really get the feel for the thing, and I liked other using my hooves, or a gun that went ratta-tat-tat.

Still, I know none of them would recognise me, I may not be the sharpest knife in the wall, but I was never dumb enough to run out and get shot. That was all the newer Readers jobs. We older Raiders were more... hardened, more experienced. Hell, I was even ten years older than the oldest Raider. That was Shit Pie by the way, and you know how he died.

“Who’s There?!” Wait... What? Don’t tell me I'm there already! The sound of a shotgun clocking reached my ears. “I can see you in the distance! Don’t make me shoot!”

“Slow down, I wouldn’t shot the stallion that just killed the local bandits.” I yelled back. Please, oh please let it work.

“You WHAT? Seriously? Well... get over here, we need to talk.” The voice sounded young. At first it sounded scared, but now it sounded... hopeful. That was good.

Trotting over to the voice, I found a white colt. Around the age of seventeen. He was dressed in light barding and holding a very intimidating shotgun. Behind him stood the town of Yan Hoover. It was a nice town, from what I have herd. Long ago, before the war, this town was massive. Now it was made up of five standing buildings, and a military bunker.

“Well you look like you could have taken those Raiders...” I glanced down at the colt. Well... he was not a colt, he was older than that, but he looked so innocent. He was standing behind a large pile of sandbags. And he was also dry. Above him was a large metal plate, it looked like it was pried from a sky chariot. “Well... welcome to Yan Hoover. I would offer a tour, but I need to say at my post. Oh, and whats the orange glow in the distance?”

“That’s the home of the Raiders being burned to the ground.” I answered. He blinked at me. “Who’s in charge of this town? I would like to inform him that I’ve take care of the Raiders.”

“Um, that would be my Mom. She’s down in the bunker, but its the middle of the night. Why don’t you go by the tavern and rent a room.” He pointed a hoof at the largest building behind him.

His suggestion was amazing. I would have just stayed up, and wake up the leader of this group. Wait... what was her name? I looked over at the white pony. “What is your mothers name?” I asked.

“Her name, um, Winter Wipe.” He answered. “And I’m Whiteout.” He smiled.

I decided to return his courtesy. “Name’s Crimson.” I turned away from him, and started to head to the largest building... What? I returned the courtesy, I didn’t say I would match it.

“Oh, and don’t go shooting up the town. We are all armed and willing to kill!” He called after me, as I walked to the large building. Trust me kid, if I wanted to shoot up the town, we would have never had that conversation. Still the conversation did tell me one thing. It may not be as hard as I thought to fit in.

*** *** ***

Holy shit, how the fuck am I going to fit in?! In front of me stood a large stallion. His fur was a shade of a light green, and his mane was stripped blue and red. His eyes were yellow, and his teeth were a nice white. Out of all of that, the one thing that made me question if my revelation of being good... was the fact that he was hitting on me! And I wanted to shoot him because of it! His name only made it worse! His name was Sweet Niblets...

“Listen Sugar,” He spoke in a seductive tone that made me want to hang myself. “We are all out of rooms, but If you like you can sleep with me in my room, free of charge.” He gave me a wink.

I needed to get out of this situation, but I also didn’t want to be out in the rain any longer. I opened my muzzle to say something, but none of my trash talking experience as a Raider could help now. “I don’t want to sound like a Raider, but you might want to close your muzzle before I take advantage of it.” What? WHAT? Oh god, if it were not for the statuette telling me not to cave in his skull...

“Speaking of Raiders,” I started through gritted teeth. “How about you cut some slack for the stallion that killed off the local pack...”

He blinked. “Hold on,” Fuck ya, he doesn't sound seductive anymore! “You’re telling me that those gunshots I heard earlier weren't Raiders killing another caravan, but you killing them?”

“Yes, and the trot here was very cold, annoying, and a pain the the plot. So please, cut the crap, and what is the cost of a room?” It was still raining outside, I was still soaking wet, and I was getting a headache.

“Well then, sorry for hitting on you.” He sounded... normal. What the hell? “I was hitting on you because its I dont know how late at night, and I was asleep, and you’re attractive. But since you killed them off well... I think having a room half-off would make up for it.”

“You serious?” I asked, not believing my ears.

“Normally its twenty caps a night, but you can stay for ten.” …Fuck. Yea!

I can easily say this. I don't ever remember sleeping on a cleaner bed. There was only one blood stain! JUST ONE! Compared to the bloody bricks that I was used too, I was knocked the fuck out once I that that bed! I didn’t care that I was still in my barding, nor did I care I was wet.

When I can to, it was at the sound of a gunshot, then followed by me hitting the floor. I quickly jumped to my hooves and looked out the window. I was given a room in the 2nd floor, and the window looked out over most of the town. From the looks of it there was no one attacking, but a lot of sleepy looking ponies emerging from the other homes. Was the gunshot a morning wake up call or somthing?

Sadly it was still raining. Not the downpour that was last night, but a light drizzle. I was mostly dry, which was a good thing. Glancing over at the bed, I saw my saddlebags were bent over at the end of the bed. I trotted over and pulled them on. Not going to leave my stuff for someone to take. Surprisingly, the saddlebags were slightly damp. They must have been drenched to not be dry yet. A knock at the door drew my attention.

“You wake yet?” A mare’s voice called out. It sounded authoritative, and happy. Strange combo... “I need to talk with ya about our little Raider incident...” Oh, this must have been the mayor of the town.

I walked over to the door and opened it. Standing in front of me stood a tall what mare. Her mane was black, and her green eyes were looking quite pleased. She did look a lot like her son, but unlike her son she wasn’t a unicorn. She was an earth pony. “My son tells me you killed of the Raiders,” She gave me a smile. “I didn’t believe him until I saw the building burned down, and I must say. Damn fine work you did. The town owes ya’ll one, so I'm thinking athank you gift is in order,” She spoke with a strange accent. I never heard of anypony sounding like her. Her son didn’t sound like that. “Come, walk with me.” Sweet, I’m gaining the trust of the ponies!

I followed her down stairs, and through the front door. Out into the rain, then into the bunker. And in that entire distance she didn’t say a word. I thought she would've said something about what she was giving me, but I didn’t want to fantasize about the reward. I learned early on that you get when you get, unless you take it from sompony. But I was no Raider anymore, I’ll play nice and get what I get. Only take from Raiders and those who attack me first.

The inside of the bunker was simple. Two large cells. One filled with guns’n armor, the other a mare. I thought only Raiders held ponies in cells? What the hell? Strangely enough, from the device on the foreleg of the pony in the cell, I could tell she is a Stable Dweller. I could tell she was not the one from last night, we are too far away from ponyville for it to be that Stable dweller. Other then that there were six sets of bunk beds, and a desk.

“Now I think its time for some proper introductions. The name’s Winter Wipe. Sharif of this town. What's yours?” She then took a seat at the desk, and opened one of the table drawers.

“Crimson.” I replied, then it dawned on me that my name was the first word I said to her. I quickly added. “Glad to help out, but what's the reward going to be?”

“Well,” She stood up and walked over to the cell with weapons. “Pick one.” What what? Kill a ton of Raiders, and get welcomed into a town. Then the town give you a sweet ass gun? I thought I was going to have to give one to them to be friendly... I might have to change how I look at things.

“Alright,” I walked over to the cell, and started to eye most of the guns. I knew what most of them were, and from the looks of them they were in better condition them anything I had. There was another shotgun like the one that Whiteout had. I saw an assault rifle like mine, even some assault rifles that were new to me. There was even a battle saddle. I looked over at my saddle bags. I already had a shit-ton of guns on me, and having another was a bad idea. Well.. mostly. I looked back at the weapons and decided to go with the one I had the most ammo for. “I’ll take one of you assult rifles,” I pointed a hoof at the one I wanted. It was the exact same model as mine, but a lot nicer. “That one right there.”

“Well alright then,” She unlocked the cage with the key, somthing I found slightly funny. Grabbed the gun that I asked for, and then locked the cage after setting the gun down next to me. “Alright, now please don’t forget to trade with the town before you leave, since the Raiders had been attacking us we have had a severe lack of trade. Speaking of trade, I now have to somehow inform the wasteland that the roads are now safe...” She trailed off as if deep in thought. I suspected the last sentence she stated was more to herself.

I took one look back over at the pony in the cell, and curiosity just made me ask. “Why is she locked up?” Winter Wip looked up at me and frowned.

“She started making a tab in town, and didn’t have the money to pay-” She started before getting cut off by the pony in the cell.

“I told you, I didn’t know bottle caps were currency, I just got out of a stable!” She sounded... lovely.

“QUIET YOU!” Winter Wip slammed a hoof down on the table, and the pony in the cell flinched. “I swear, once we get that rope, YOUR ASS IS GETTING THE HANGED!” What? She was getting hanged because of bottle caps? My eye twitched. I never needed the damn things, so I didn’t see why she was going to get hanged...

“Be Pleasant.”

My ears flicked up. I started to look around. The voice was not Winter Wip’s, nor was it the pony in the cage... It sounded like a shy mare. A nervous one too. Was it the Statue...? Yes, yes it was. I knew I had a large about of caps, and I could help. I should help, no, I'm going to help! “How much?” I asked.

“What?” Winter looked at me confused. Her face showed disbelief. “What do you mean how much?” I pointed a hoof at the mare in the cage. She must have not gotten what I meant. She then looked mad. “I don't know who the fuck you are, but we don't sell ponies!” Oh shit that is not what I meant! The pony in the cage looked puzzled and taken back.

“No, that is not what I meant. I mean, how much does she owe?” Her eyes went wide.

“Oh, sorry about yellin. I thought you were a slaver...” Nope. I was a Raider. The pony in the cage now looked confused. She then mouthed the word slaver? “Anyways, she owes us a grand total of six hundred caps.” If the rooms were only twenty caps, how the hell did she get to six hundred?! “And that includes the damages of capturing her.” Oh, damages. Thats how. Capture her? What the fuck?

Six hundred caps? I was not that good at math, but I knew that was a lot of money. I think I had twice that, no... half, wait, maybe the exact amount, um... I still would have to sell some guns. I bit my lower lip doing the math. God dan math makes my head hurt! “Where do I go to trade?” I asked.

“With my daughter, Blackout. She is in the smallest building. But are you serious about paying of her debt, you don't even know her?” It was true, I didn’t know her. But I was told to be better. Be pleasant. And she had a nice ass.

I smiled. “Be Pleasant.” That was all I answered before I left, with my new rifle in my bag.

*** *** ***

“How much will this get me?” I asked Blackout. She was nothing like her sibling or mother. Well... except for her horn. She did share that with her brother. Was there father a Unicorn? She was completely black, with a dark brown mane. She was also one head shorter than me. Her eyes were red, and boy she had a nice smile. Thou when she tried to flatter me in paying a higher price, I got annoyed. It never worked though. She was too young, and Im no petto. Hell when I was a Raider I never raped any of the ponies we captured. I only... um, you see, I was the cook. I'll leave it at that.

“Eighty caps!” She declared. I looked at the sniper rifle.

“Eight? More like a hundred. Imagine taking the head of a Raider from a distance,” I smacked my hoof down on the ground. “Splat, all over the pavement.”

“Ok, imagine me kicking you out of the sort,” She smacked her hoof down. I smiled at that. She so small compared to me, I couldn't imagine. “Ninety!”

“Alright, now how much does that make in total?” She looked down at a piece of paper she was using to do the math. I looked at the numbers and started to add them up. She was a hell of alot faster, and the numbers were making my head spin.

“Two hundred’n seventy five caps. I’ll make if three hundred if you give me that hat?” I looked up on the top of my head. Added it to the pile. It was a nice hat, but that only had a better flank.

“Alright, lets make the transaction.” She then started to pull out caps. She set them into a rows of ten by ten. Then added two caps on top of each one of those. I used my magic to pick them all up and deposited them into my bag. I would have to count what I had with what I got latter. Right now I needed to get back to the sharif. No, my room. Counting needed silence.

“Now you come back you hear, Its always great doing business with a stallion that can kill.” She then winked at me. Ya sorry kid, I'm old enough to be your grandfather.

“If I got shit to trade you’ll be first to-”

“Good Morning Children,” The voice of Dj pony cut me off. His voice was emerging from a nearby radio. “Its time for the morning knews! Now for those of you who didn’t hear last night, Ponyville was cleared out of Raiders. By who, you might ask? Well listen up. A Stable Dweller from Stable two! Not only that she saved some slaves that the Raiders had locked up! Good job kid. And now for some knews UP north! There was a recent fire spotted located in that school near Van Hoover. Said school was filled with Raiders. Now I'm hoping every single last one of them fuckers were killed in the fire, but I don’t think that might be the case. So Yan Hoover, watch out for Raiders wandering the wasteland: looking for a home to call home. Coming up next is the weather. Rain. Rain. And More Rain. Hope you got an umbrella.” The knews feed ended and music started to play.

“Just wait until he learns that you killed them, then burned the place down.” I glanced over at Blackout. How did she... “Brother told me,” She said as if reading my mind. “After he told Mom. Hell she probably told everypony in town by now.”

Oh, well then. I really have no idea what to think...

*** *** ***

I was one hundred caps off... Fuck. I sold all the guns I was not going to use. It turns out i had around one-fifty. I guess I'm not going to be able to help that mare. Unless I got my hooves on some caps... Damn, I might have to ask her very nicely. No, I don't think that will work. I could just break her out. The keys were in the desk, if I remember correctly...

Another gunshot yanked me out of my train of thought. I hopped to my hooves and jumped over to the window. I saw Winter standing next to a heavily armored stallion. I don't know what it was, but there was something wrong about this image. Very wrong. Like somepony was going to die.

Turning around I pulled on my saddle bags and raced down stairs. In a matter of seconds, I was strolling out the front door, heading straight for the sharif. “What's going on?”

“Boy, you just like shoving your muzzle in everything don’t you?” She asked annoyed, after placing her gun in its holster. I gave her an annoyed look. One that screamed answer the fucken question! “Look, just get to the sheriff's office and we’ll talk later.” Why did she sound worried? And furthermore, why was most of the caravan giving me strange looks. I did as instructed, but I had the feeling something was wrong.

Trotting a good ten feet over to the bunker, I stood in the doorway. Not visible to any of the ponies outside. Crouching down, I strained my ears to listen. What...? Eavesdropping is not wrong, its being tactical. Theres a difference. A very small difference.

“Other than that stallion, is there going to be any problems?” I heard a stallion ask. He sounded posh, annoyed, and very angry.

“No, we still have a deal, right?” Winter asked. What deal? What was going on?

“Yes, you and your children will be safe. Now did you drug everypony, like we agreed on?” Drugged? Is that why this town seems so... empty? The fuck is goin’ on?

“Yes, other than my family, and that stallion. But I’ll get him to leave. You’ll have no problems from him.” Get me to leave? No. Not after seeing this. My feelings were right, I knew something was going to happen... but what?

“You better, unless you want one of your children to die. Now excuse me, the slavers are waiting.” From the sound of it she is being forced. I know evil, and I had the suspicion that he was going to turn on her. What... Slavers? But she yelled at me, what, oh that BITC-

“Um, what are you doing?” I jumped slightly, and looked over at the mare in the cage.

I took one glance back at the sheriff, then trotted over to her. “I was um, doing nothing. Nothing at all.” I lied.

“Right... that didn’t look like eavesdropping at all,” She stated sarcastically. “So did you get the, um, what was it, caps, yes caps, did you get the caps?” I blinked. Sadly I didn’t get them. I shook my head. Her face went from hopeful to scared. “Oh, well then. It was nice knowing you, Crimson.” How did she- oh, right. I said my name in front of her.

“Don’t look sad, I got most of the money, I was, um hoping to haggle for your release.” And I knew exactly how to do it! Granted it was going to be rather difficult... Ok, I think I might know who to haggle. I did it to Raiders.

“Really?” She asked perking up.

“Yep,” I gave her my best smile. “But um, what your name?”

“My name is Orchid, Orchid Chaos. From Stable 5.”

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Chapter 003- The Start of Fire

Fallout Equestria Raiders

Chapter Three -The start of Fire

“Raiders... Slavers... What is the difference? Noting, note even the type of ammo I kill them with.”

Orchid Chaos. If you looked up the word friendly, you would find her image. She was a very nice mare. In more ways than one, I should add. Her mane was a shade of purple. Her eyes were a mix of blue and green. She was also a unicorn. And now that I was standing this close, I could tell that she took great care of herself. Her cutie mark was a dark purple heart, splattered in what I would like to think was paint. It was gray paint, so I expected it was pait. She was also a head smaller than me, and looked quite young.

“Well it’s nice to meet you Orchid, now excuse me. I have to talk with Winter. Hopefully we can get you out of there.” She nodded, and looked over to the doorway. I followed her gaze to see Winter Wipe. She looked very annoyed, and extremely worried.

She opened her mouth to speak, but I cut her off. “I have the caps,” She blinked. “Well... I have most of them. I'm a hundred short. Care to do some bartering?”

“Sorry Stallion, not negotiable.” She walked passed me, and sat down at the desk.

“Really now?” I could not help but sound sarcastic.

She looked up at me. Her eyes showed anger. I didn’t care, a mad pony was mad. Not crazy. Crazy is the one you should look out for. “Don’t make me kick you out of this town.” I could not help but laugh at that. She sighed and pulled out a cigarette. I stopped laughing. It had been a long time since I had seen a cigarette, or even smoked one myself. Trust me, its from the lack of having them that is, not because I wanted to stop. She then pulled out a lighter. Holding it with one hoof she flicked it with the other. It sparked, but no flame came. She flicked it again. Still no flame. “Son of a...” She sighed.

“Let me.” She looked up at me, cigarette still in her mouth. I concentrated with my horn, and a small flame bellowed out. Igniting her cigarette.... What? Didn’t I tell you my cutie mark was a lighter? No, well shit... Must have slipped my mind. You know, since I was trying not to get killed.

Giving me a strange look she shook her head. “Unless you got the right amount of caps, you still not getting her out of there. The rope arrives tonight, so you may as well leave...”

“I'm not leaving this building without her.” For a moment, and just a moment, she looked worried. Come on you fucken mare, just roll with me!

“Crimson, I will say this once. Don't make me shoot you.” I laughed, and that only made her mad.

“Child, I been in this wasteland for around forty years. You and your gun don’t scare me!”

“You’re that OLD?” Orchid asked surprised. “You don't look it!” So apparently I had a nice flank. Sweet. Back to yelling.

“So calm down, or I’ll shove my rifle up yo’ ass and pull the trigger.” You know what, being a Raider does come with some good qualities. Like Intimidation. And being stoneface when it came to pain.

“I’ve killed Raiders, Slavers, Ghouls, and a hole plenty of wasteland monsters. Don’t think you can intimidate me!” She barked back. Ok, time to take my Intimidation to the next level.

“Really now?” I gave her a wicked smile. “From what I have seen, you sit on you ass all day, trying to protect this town, and you’re even failing at that!”

“How the hell am I failing!?” She nearly screamed.

“You Letting Slavers Enslave The Town!” Leaping forward, I tackled Winter Wipe. Then I pressed my hor against her throat. “And unless you want to die right now, you’ll let her out of that cage, or Celestia help me, I’ll burn you inside out!” Ok, I know, aggressive much. But hey, thats how you have to get through to Raiders. I just... need to find a way to talk to ‘non-Raiders’.

She remained silent. I think she was in shock at both the attack, and the simple fact that I knew what she was up to. I pushed forward, pressing my horn deeper into her throat, but not hard enough to drawing blood. Just hard enough to let her know I was not joking.

“...Fine.”

“Fine, what?!”

“I’ll let her go, then y'all can get the hell out...”

“Good,” I pushed myself off of her. As I did, I upholstered her gun and added it to my bag. She gave me a look. “What? Not going to let you turn around and shoot me. Now open the door.”

She looked helpless. She was helpless. And she was opening the cage. Again, the way she was forced to open the cage by using her mouth, made me laugh. Yet, this time I laugh inside. Similar to how I would stone face pain, I was going to stone face my emotions.

Click.

The cage popped open, and out walked Orchid. She had been silent this entire time. I suspected that she was in shock at my actions, considering how she commented on my age.

Winter Wip then closed the cage and turned to me. “Now leave. Before you get one of us killed.” I didn’t want to leave, I wanted to know what was going on.

“One more thing,” She sighed. “What's the hell is going on?”

“Not your problem.”

“His gun says otherwise...” Orchid simply commented. I could not help but smile.

“You know you’re going to kill us all?”

“In your words, not my problem.”

She swallowed hard. “Three months back I was told given a choice. Other I and my kids get raped and killed or killed then raped, or I help them and we all live.”

“More info. Who and why?” I demanded bluntly. If I was going to kicked out of town, I would like to know why.

“Her name is Anima, and I don’t know why she want to enslave the town. I just know that she sent her negotiator Finis. And he used to be a maniacal Raider,” She was now very, very scared. “He also killed the father to my kids...”

Grate... now I feel sorry.

“Oh, I'm, um, sorry for your loss.” Orchid quickly added.

“How many do you think will be coming?” Instead of sounding angry, I changed my tone to let her know I was trying to help. I was. That was my plan all along... mostly. Look I’m doing my best.

“That same small caravan why-” She then looked mortified. “No, you said you were going to leave, please don't do what I think you are going to do!”

“Wait, what are you thinking?” Orchid asked me.

“Well you see,” I pulled out my new assault rifle, shoved a mag in, and pulled back the pin. “I didn’t kill those Raiders for nothing. That would have been a waste of my time, and no pony ever waste my time.”

“I got the impression that you were going to get me out, then we would leave together... Not this.” Orchid pointed out.

I looked over to her. It was true. I wanted to get her out to help, but If I attack the slavers she might die. Hell, the whole town might get killed. Then that would have been a waste of my time. Fuck...

I sat down hard. “Let me... Let me think.” I said irritated. Like I said many times over, I'm not a smart pony. Infact I have been thinking short term, and have not been thinking ahead. What to do, what to do...?

Ok so, I wanted to help Orchid. I did, but now she has a chance of getting killed. I wanted to help the town, but Winter was it where they are going to get enslaved. Winter also had a plan to get away, so that she and her kids are safe. If I fought the slavers, some of the town might get killed. Orchid might get killed. I might get killed. Come on, think Crimson, think!

“Can’t the town protect itself?” Orchid asked, breaking my train of thought.

“No. The town was drugged...” Winter answered. By Celestia’s flaming sun, I'm trying to think!

“A simple restoration potion will fix that, then the town won't need help. They could just scare off the slavers.”

Will you two stop? I'm trying to think of a plan!

“Ya, then they would come if force, and kill us off to make an example.”

Wait...

“Then we could just leave. You know, one big caravan, heading to the safest town.”

They are making a plan.

“Do you really think we can just pick everything up, and just go? In less than a day? Without getting seen?”

New plan, let others make the plans!

“Yes. Yes. And yes. And if they come after us then Crimson can... handle them.”

Yep, for now on, let other ponies handle the thinking. I’ll just shoot things, kill things, and be a smart ass.

“We are all going to die...” Winter stated under her breath...

“Not if I can help it.” I gave a brave smile. Now that is how you come up with a plan!

“Hey Mom, Sister and I are ready to go hunting. We just need you to get ready.” We all turned to see Whiteout. He was wearing the same barding from before, only he had two large saddle bags. Behind him was Blackout. She was wearing a lighter barding, but with a... battle saddle? Damn.

“There’s been a change of planes kids,” Winter walked next to me and patted my shoulders. “Out Raider killer has spotted a group of Slavers. They look like they are going to try to enslave the town,” She took on a grave expression.. “Sadly, it seems that the towns water got poisoned. Blackout, I need you to get a healing potion to everypony, and sound the alarm. Whiteout, I'mma need you to get all the ammo from the basement. If we fail, the town will perish. Now go!”

“On in.” Blackout stated, before she ran off. I suspected that she was going to go to her shop.

“Right!” Whiteout, on the other hoof, shot passed all of us, and disappeared around the corner.

“Look, if you two are going to help, then one of you go help Blackout. The other will help me start getting the guns ready.” Winter command.

“I know my way around lots of guns, I’ll help you. Orchid, you go help Blackout.” My head is starting to hurt, and when my head hurts I take a buffout. Look... I know I have told you that pain is pain, but headaches are a bitch and a half. I don't like bitches and halves... Wait... that just made my head hurt more. Aaahhhh...

* * *

“HOW THE FUCK DID THE PLAN FAIL?!” I screamed, and a round hit the cover I was hiding behind.

Orchid, who I suspected had never been in a firefight, quivered in fear behind me. She was kind of cute shaking on the ground. Sadly, I was not allowed to look at her flank, because I was being shot at.

BANG!

Correction, I just got shot. It might have been just a grazing shot, but it was nothing that I could not handle. Orchid, on the other hoof, flinched as another round bounced off of the ground. I popped my head out of cover and fired my gun. Most of my shots missed, but I was able to kill one of the dozen or so ponies attacking.

The plan did go well for the most part, but the attackers attacked sooner than we were hoping for.. We were able to get out some of the ponies, maybe twenty or so. From what Winter told me there was around thirty ponies in town. I glanced over to the towns shop. There were five ponies hiding in there. Two dead in the road, and three dead near the town’s sheriff office. Orchid, Blackout, and I were in charge of getting this batch of the ponies out of the town. Sadly, that was not the case. Then a grenade landed next to me.

“Ah, fuck...” I thought myself on top of Orchid. She immediately tried to kick me off, but then the grenade went off. It turns out my armor was great at blocking shrapnel. My hide on the other hoof was not. To my surprise, Orchid looked fine.

“Next grenade to be tossed at me gets sent right back!” I growled.

Another grenade landed next to me. Oh look, the wasteland hates me. Well better not make a liar out of myself. The grenade then launched back at the pony who tossed it.

“Ah, fuck...” My words exactly you bitch!

KABOOM!

I then jumped off of Orchid, and took aim at the closest pony. Three round made him hit the ground. Three more rounds hit killed the next, then three more killed the one after that. Compared to my old slaver pals, there’s fuckers were nothing! Honestly, how the fuck did a band of Raiders get this good at killing? How, I asked?

Then the gunshots stopped, I popped my head out to see if we won. Nope. There were still around ten slaves left, and one of them had a... cone? What the hell? Honestly what the hell? Was it a rocket or something?

“GIVE UP, AND WE MIGHT LET YOU LIVE!” I felt Orchid stand up. “YOU MAY HAVE KILLED SOME OF OUR PONIES, BUT THAT NOTHING COMPARED TO ARMY ANIMA IS CREATING!” I felt a shift in my bags and Orchid grabbed something. I looked over at her to see a revolver floating in her purple magic. “GIVE UP, AND YOUR SALVATION IN THIS WORLD WILL BE OVER!” I watched Orchid aim the gun forward. “FOR WITHIN YOUR DEATH AS A SLAVE, YOU WILL HELP HER BE REBORN! YOU WILL HELP HER BECOME A GOD! YOU WILL-”

BANG!

Orchid pulled the trigger, and the round hit the stallion right between the eyes. It was only at that moment I realized that he was the pony from earlier. I also started to get second thoughts about Orchid, and this being her first firefight. I was also thinking that that was a damn good shot.

The only down side to that second shot was it started up the battle again. And I was still out of cover. Another grazing shot passed my check. I ducked down. I really hated it when I was not able to just spray down my target, or beat them to death with my hooves.

“He talked too much...” I heard Orchid whisperer. She then aimed down the sights of the revolver. Another shot hit another slaver. I watched a tear fall down her cheek. She pulled the trigger again, and the round hit a grenade. Said grenade was in the teeth of an earth pony. Said earth pony was now over there, and over there, and over there. She pulled the trigger again, and for the first time, she missed. She blinked, and more tears started to flow.

One thing DJ pony always said about Stable ponies. There know what life is like in their stable, but out here in the wasteland they fall apart. And it depends on their stable on how they be reacting to death. And at the moment, from just the look she wore, she was going to fall apart.

I looked down the sights of my rifle, and fired at the last slaver. She started to run, but six round entered her ass. It was not the worst way to die, but it was up there. Right around Radiation sickness, and falling to death.

I stood up, and looked around. It looked safe, and for the most part it was safe. Then I looked over at Orchid. She was crying. It was probably more at taking a life, then the battle itself. I didn’t know what to do.

“Be Pleasant.” The statuette told me once before. “Help the town.” And I did. The only ponies that died were the two. But now, the statuette remained silent. Was it testing me? It didn’t matter. I leaned forward and wrapped Orchid in a hug. I didn’t know if it was going to help, but I had to try.

She threw her arms around me, and continued to silently cry.

* * *

I must be honest. The plan sucked. I wanted to defend it, because it was one that involved saving lives, but it failed. Most of the towns ponies were just too slow in the morning. Winter was stuck in a “Must save the town” mode. And Blackout kicked a stallion in the balls for cracking a joke about “him waking up and seeing her.” It made me sick. It was disorganized as fuck, there was no motivation. Not even their lives being in danger changed that. And everything went to s

hit when both Blackout and Whiteout learned what their mother tried to do.

“How you doing?” I asked Orchid.

She didn’t reply. She just nodded. The only thing she said after the fight was sorry. I told her it was ok, but that made it worse.

“I still can’t believe it...” I glanced forward to see Whiteout. The rest of the town, Orchid, Blackout, and I were able to catch up to the rest of the town. Since then, everypony was in utter silence. The knews about what transpired had gotten around, and nopony was talking about it.

I glanced back at the smocking town. The two ponies that died were the desk clerk that hit on me, and the oldest stallion in town. We did not have time to dig a grave, so Blackout suggested a crimination. Like how I burned down the Raiders nest, I would burn down the town of Yan Hoover. I wanted to tell her that it that the lighting that burned down the town, not me. Yet I did light Winters cigarette, and when the first floor of a building is drenched in oil...

You would think that leaving a town or building, after setting it on fire, would be a bad thing. And well... from the looks of it, it is. Yet now, as I look onto the burning remnants of Yan Hoover, I could not help thinking about two important things.

One- I'm hoping I don't start burning down every place I visit. If so then I might be a pyromaniac.

And Two- Who the hell is Anima?

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