Fallout Equestria Raiders

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.

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        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.

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        “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.”

END OF CHAPTER