open Fallout Equestria: Ground Zero [RP]

[Anon In Equestria 57]

Connor had spent the last five minutes waiting face down for his suit to reboot for the third time today he was gonna get up and go get that changeling he knew the wasteland wasn't a safe place but put a creature that can change shape and form and drains emotions well there won't be anybody left for the enclave to save.

 

As his armor started back up he stood up and shook his head he spotted a carriage in the distance but that for now was of little importance right now top priority was elimination of the changeling.

 

Connor walked back into the building and decided to look upstairs for helmet having it would help a lot.

 

Connor walked past the room that the group had moved into he made his way up the stairs and into the room stepping over the remains of the broken door.

 

Connor picked up his helmet and picked the goo that the changeling spat out of his helmets speakers and the stuck it back on the chemical seal locking it into place.

[Guardian Braveheart 23]

As I looked at the griffon put down his revolver, I followed suit and holstered Pathfinder. I think I'll take Bubble Bullets in this fight if ever.

 

"Yeah, like that. Also, towns are scattered here in Equestria, closes is Defiance. Good place to trade and get good stuff. There are also Stable dwellers like us in some parts of the wasteland. People tend to raid the stables in order to get more supplies for them. Mostly, they take in the dead stables, while some negotiate with them. And that's all the info I can give. I've been out of my stable for at least two months. So that's the only thing I got."

[Blacklight 118]

Renatus, after letting the two ponies pass by, decided he probably couldn't do much to help in this situation, mainly due to the fact he himself was clueless to what was going on. Lets go see what the doc's doing. He thought as he limped up the stairs as he realized he still had yet to thank him for healing his leg earlier...well at least giving it his best attempt at it. Entering one of the rooms, he found it empty. Well ...Lets see what we have here first then I'll go find the doctor. Searching the room, he quickly found twenty...bottle caps...Such an odd thing to find in a country club. He noted as he continued to search the room until after pushing a fallen file cabinet to the side, discovered a floor safe. 

Curious to what he would find inside, he carefully worked on the lock, magically using the bobby pin and a thin piece of metal until a small click was heard emitting from the safe. Giving a mental shout of joy, he was a little too forceful as he pulled the bobby pin out, breaking it in the process. Crap, that was my last one. He thought as he threw the remaining piece behind him as he magically opened the safe, his excitement building as he pulled a healing potion, fifty more... bottle-caps, and what interested him the most, a small orb with a pinkish tint and purple and pink swirling slowly inside it. Magically pocketing the first two items, he was about to do the same with the orb, but as soon as he magic touched the orb the world began swirling around him and the orb until it drifted away from him completely, leaving him in a black void as he felt himself surge into the only thing left apart him...the orb.       

[Anneal 2,197]

@@Charcoal Embers,

 

"Thank you," Anaphora replied, continuing on the dirt paved road. "That solves that. Now excuse me, what was your name again? Need to know more about my products before I can do anything with them. Don't take it too personally. We're trying to create a friendly relationship here."

 

Anaphora looked forward again, seeing a large, white, and wooden sign reading "Welcome to Defiance, Equestria: Store, Camping, Trading Post. Cotton County Line". Not far was a group of stubby buildings surrounding a freeway bridge. "But, first things first..." Anaphora said, organizing her mane and straightening her curls out, along with messing up her tail and changing her tidy clothes to a tattered and worn out shirt. Her former hat was replaced with a weathered cow-pony hat. 

 

"Like I said, don't speak a word..." Anaphora threatened again, showing the dark mare her detonator, with a number pad and a dreaded red switch. The carriage moved on, until two ponies came forward and stopped them. "Hold it right there, miss!" One of the two guards said. They both wore western Equestrian style clothing, consisting of tan-colored sleeves and a brown military combat armor on the outside, along with a cow-pony hat on top. One of them was an earth pony mare with a dusty coat; the other, a stallion, covered his peeling face with sunglasses and a red scarf, though a few withering strands of what was once his mane was sticking out of his hat. 

 

"He-ya there," Anaphora returned. "Swell day today for ya fine folks." Didn't know the New Equestria Republic has soldiers this far from their territory...

 

The stallion did not drop his scoped hunting rifle, still aiming it at her. "Drop your weapons, Reiver. Not polite to be pointing things at ponies," the mare said. The rotted stallion obeyed, but ran to the ponies anyway, checking the two mares. "You do anything fishy in this town," Ranger Reiver warned in a raspy voice, "I will personally shoot you down and use both of you as target practice."

 

"Don't worry about him," the other female ranger noted. "He's not very bright and is still as old and cranky as he was more than a hundred years ago. We're here to keep the town in check with all the disorder that's going around here. Just don't do anything wrong around here and we won't have to take swift justice."

 

Promptly, multiple gunshots rang from the distance, rumbling and echoing in the desolate desert. "Crap, raiders again?" the mare muttered. "Got to check out what it is..." The ghoul stallion who had been examining her had followed as well towards the sound, giving Anaphora some relief. 

 

"Hey, what about that bounty you were talking about? Considered claiming the head anytime soon?" the mare casually asked the stallion as they walked away on the Highway Route 40.

 

"We could, Cotter Pin, though we need to think about the town," Reiver answered in his undead tone. "Then again, a stallion could buy his way to New Pegasus with three thousand caps..." Is that my bounty? Anaphora thought. No, that's way too much of an increase. Last time I remembered, my bounty was four hundred caps.

 

"Very good, Miss...miss...never mind," Anaphora praised in her regular voice when she made certain that the two were gone. "We're going to be buying some supplies before we leave, so we might stay here for the night. While you have been obedient, I'm going to have to lock you up soon so I make sure you won't try to commit suicide by detonating your own collar. Sorry, but I don't want to clean up a bloody body the next day I wake up. Knock on my door if you want any food."

 

Anaphora moved on until she stopped at the bulletin board and jumped down. There were some uninteresting news: the New Equestrian Republic President Aphelion being reelected for her fourth term, the establishment of a new casino down in the New Pegasus ruins, the unusual theft of an extravagant amount of Sparkle Cola around the area, and a rumor that a Steel Ranger was camping in the Macintosh Desert. There was also a wanted bounty poster with a drawn picture of her face, reading: "450 caps reward alive, 300 caps dead. Name: Anaphora. Five feet, six inches in height, slender build, unicorn, vanilla-colored coat, eyes rather light, grain-colored mane. For pony trafficking and violation of personal rights to the victims. Last seen in Harvest Craft in July 23." 

 

Anaphora took the wanted poster off the bulletin board, reading another wanted bounty poster nearby it. It showed a red stallion unicorn with a yellow mane, silver eyes, and a especially dark and menacing face, reading: "3000 caps reward, wanted dead. Name: Dragoon Mallet. About six feet high, red coat, gray eyes, yellow mane, short muzzle, medium build. Responsible for grand larceny, multiple counts of murder, armed theft, and arson. Last seen at Fort Reliable, possibly responsible for massacre. Collect reward at nearest NER base. Written by Ranger Ellipse from Alliance, Open Range from the Pecos Gunslinger Farmhouse, and Sleet Blade of the Harmony Talon Company."

 

Anaphora sighed. Whoever wanted that stallion must have hated him. It was true; if she was capable of killing a possible crazed murderer with a pistol, then she would indeed be a happy and rich pony. That was way more than she was getting for selling slaves in a month. It was also a good distraction; now that the bounty hunters wanted a more profitable pony to kill, she would be getting less attention. "Let's find a hotel to settle down before the sun sleeps."

 

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Negotiations were becoming ill by the minute. 

 

The two ponies entered the building; they appeared to have similar clothing as the other Stable pony and me: a Stable jumpsuit, but with a circular empty set symbol in replacement of a regular number. They don't seem to be out of any ordinary Stable...I proceeded with caution.

 

Vincent and the well-experienced Stable pony were knowledgeable in facts regarding the wasteland. So it looked like the wasteland was indeed habitable and partially settled. My PipBuck, all of a sudden, beeped at the mention of a new town called Defiance, indicating a new unmarked location on my map. So my PipBuck could find locations from any source of information...that was useful.

 

Both of the strangers were armed with efficient, possibly military-grade, weapons. My pistols (and a revolver) were incomparable. Thankfully, they were not here to kill, only to socialize. Speaking of socializing...I was the only pony and pegasus that was fresh out of the Stable bunker. Maybe that could help in improving relations with them. 

 

"We will drop our weapons first, if that is what you want. But you must do the same," Baryon compromised, then joked, "You know, I have read on a book regarding megaspells, and I recall a policy called 'mutually assured destruction'. Now we can compare the megaspell bombing to a gun being fired right in this room. Guess we all haven't learned from our mistakes yet."

Edited March 22, 2014 by Late Suri Polomare

[Scribblegroove 565]

"Excellent. Lon, disarm the ALST-02's please. It is not desireable to converse at gunpoint..." Neuro said with a sigh. His face did clear up a little. The tension in the room had settled a little. Now they would be able to talk with the deceptive thought that there was Some kind of peacenik between them. He thought about what he had been told for a moment. A town... Defiance. His pip-Buck (which didn't have a vault-tech but a Omnine tag on it) beeped, and the location poppedeintje up. He zoomde in on the town, and a map become visible. "good, our satellite is still up and running... he thought.

 

Lon frowned from behind his helmet. This was not a situation he wanted to be in. The gryffon eyed at his throat a little too much. And it seemed that either was underestimating them, or they were overestimating themselves. Clearly they weren't professionals, but they word their weapons with an Wase that started him. When it would come to a gunfight, he'd be able to take them out one by one, certainly with neuro's new armor... But they had the advantage of numbers. His machineguns whirred as they dislodged, broke apart and the pieces receeded into his thick plated armor. Disabled, but not disarmed... He'd be able to draw them just as fast as they could draw their weapons.

 

Neuro clicked a button on his pip-Buck. He had recorded the conversation, and made a bookmark. "Gentlecolts... For your trouble..." He raised the package of ammuntion with magic and there it on the table. "And now I have another proposition for you. I want you to bring me to defiance, safely, and guard me until I wish to leave. In return, I will take you to the stable I came from and give you a few... Toys... Like these." He said as he tapped Lon's ALST-02 machinegun. "If you don't trust me... You can always shoot me in I don't abide to the deal, but you won't get your pay if you don't do as I say... Interested?" He grinned lightly. Hireing more guards was never a bad idea in wastes like these.

Edited March 22, 2014 by Scribblegroove

[Guardian Braveheart 23]

So, he wanted Hired guns? That's all. Man, and I thought they're Raiders or some other shit the Wasteland offers in front of my face. I wish Steel was here. He would go crazy happy when he heard they're giving new toys for him. Then again, if I return with these, I he would still flip, get a bit jealous and plead for a test run. That crazy little bastard.

 

"So, just hired guns," he said, a confident grin up his face. "Is that all? I can totally do that in my sleep. But I know for certain that Defiance is a peaceful town. They have the NER there. By the way, that stands for New Equestrian Republic. But I'm still game. Never had much action in a while."

 

Well, yeah, I may be a weapon hog like my friend. But hey, new weapons, new ways to watch raiders die. If I could just video tape every death I did to them...

Edited March 23, 2014 by Guardian Braveheart

[Scribblegroove 565]

Neuro grinned wider now. "Excellent, that is one in. Even though you can easily find out my name using your pip-buck, I'll introduce myself for old time's sake. My name is Neuro, and this is Lon, my... Colleague." He said smoothly. He got a serious face again. He looked around the room. "Anypony else interested?" He said.

 

Lon eased in a little. Neuro had finally found his counterweight to the sitation. Guns... it always seemed to work. To improve the diplomatic atmosphere they were in, and thus to aid Neuro, he took off his helmet. With a pneumatic hiss, and an electric discharge it let go of his body armor. "Greetings..." He said. He wasn't wearing his sunglasses now, which he usually always wore. His eyes were a deep grey with a hint of yellow. He didn't like that color.

 

"Lon, mind the enclave, he is up to something..." Neuro hissed between his teeth as he walked past them and went upstairs. Lon frowned. How did they just ignore him after attacking them a few minutes ago. "I'll keep an eye on him..." He said with a low voice. He was unusually large, so he was also a little loud. That is why he preferred not to speak at all.

[Guardian Braveheart 23]

"Straightshot Knight," I told them. "But just call me Knight, pleasure."

 

So, I guess I'm a hired gun for these two. I doubt they needed extra protection. The other guy, I think it was Neuron, had weird eyes... My mistake, I meant big guns. I think his partner, Lon, is over-protective about him. Or maybe I switched the names around again. Argh, Ok, Stallion one, might be leader. Stallion 2 has big guns. There, that's taken care of.

 

Still, I think they are more than just colleagues, maybe they're... No, no, no. They are not like Cole and Helix, they couldn't. But still, I think he might be over-protective about this guy. I think I found the weakness of the tandem... If they ever cross me, they'll regret it, Big time.

 

((Wait, who had the battle saddle and who doesn't I got confused already.))

[TheLineTrotter 100]

Vincent hoped he gave a friendly smile when the weapons were disarmed on both sides, although it was brief. The large stallion across from him was certainty a professional... if he didn't have some sort of back-up plan, he'd eat his own wings. Vincent glanced back over at the big stallion... in a one on one fight, he wasn't sure how he'd stack up. He was confident in his claws, and the ability to slit a pony's throat and cut at them even when disarmed was a useful thing, but again, the pony was large, and strong.... and the strength behind a pony bucking you was not to be underestimated, and Vincent had been in the waste too long to underestimate a pair like this.

 

Heh... a big guy with the guns and some scrawny little one who refuses to wear armor...Now that sounds familiar... a ghost of a smile spreading on his face...quickly evaporating, as he was brought back to the situation at hand at the mention of a job. Huh. Okay, he hadn't expected to get hired by the pair, that was to be certain. He took a sizeable portion of the offered reward, pleased to find a decent stack of .44 magnum rounds. The rest he left for the others to take, as it only seemed fair.

 

"Huh... well..." He muttered, while the stallion beside him instantly jumped at the offer. The battle saddle the Stallion wore looked to be some sort of weird energy weapon thing, and presumably the weapons were the same. While energy weapon's weren't his thing, he knew plenty of traders that would go head over heels to buy them. And who knew, maybe they had something more his style. He blinked as the stallion took off his helmet...that was a good sign. No one was stupid enough to remove armor if they planned on attacking a group. "Hi there." He said simply at the sudden greeting from the large stallion, Lon.

 

They were introduced, and he sighed inwardly as he heard them. That was a problem with Stable ponies, huh? They just assumed everyone had pip-bucks, so they just rolled with that assumption. "I`m Vincent Stormwalker, mercenary and bounty hunter. And, as it just so happens, i`m between contracts. So as much as I usually hate escort jobs... I think i`ll accept this one." It was a pretty tempting job, after all.

 

@@Guardian Braveheart,

 @@Scribblegroove,

Edited March 22, 2014 by TheLineTrotter

[Anneal 2,197]

((It's not the NCR, by the way, it's a different faction: New Equestria Republic. The former doesn't exist until the G.E.C.K. was activated. The Followers doesn't exist, not yet, as well. The New Equestrian Republic was based off the "New Pegas" and "Viva Las Pegasus" side stories, and the republic was likely formed before the NCR as a separate faction, so it doesn't brake canon. Sorry if I didn't make that clear.))

 

So the unicorn "gun for hire" was named Straightshot Knight...not a very glamorous name. I figured he would have a shorter name. "Knight it is," I said, shrugging it off. "So that town not far from here...you think that's Defiance? You know, the one with the highway bridge? And do they have medical equipment there? The Enclave pegasus may have some bullets that hit into his intestines, and if he doesn't get adequate medical care in a few weeks, his intestine tissue might die along with him, if infection doesn't get him first. Then it doesn't matter if you shoot him or not."

 

I turned back to the two stallions who called themselves Neuro and Lon; at the same time, my PipBuck automatically saved their names into my database. The same was for Knight, finally changing from his former name, "Stable Dweller". It looked like my PipBuck couldn't recognize ponies or show them on my E.F.S. radar until information was taken from them. That would explain why my E.F.S. couldn't detect the griffon.

 

Carefully, I moved forward with my pistols still behind my saddlebags, gladly grabbing a pack of Rad-X, healing bandages, and...an military MRE with a main course of gratin potatoes. The bread inside was already moldy and nasty, along with the cheese and the applesauce, though the rest was still in decent condition. Wouldn't say I would like to eat food more than a hundred years old, but it would do. Where did they get that, anyway?

[Scribblegroove 565]

@, @, @@TheLineTrotter, @@Guardian Braveheart.

 

(I think I was pretty specific... well preserved soldier rations... They have been frozen just as well for a hundred years :3 -hint- -hint-)

 

Neuro looked at Lon. "It seems you'll have an easier time with me from now on... Sorry for giving you so much trouble." He said, not friendly, but with a perfectly monotone and business-like tone. He apologised, but he wasn't really sorry. He had made Lon's job harder, that was true, but it was Lon's JOB after all. "Not a problem sir, I was prepared for it... You always seem to get yourself into difficult situations." That last part he said with a slight smile. Neuro ignored Lon. He always got a bit snappy after situations like these.

 

Neuro then turned to the Gryffon. "I suppose this is business as usual for you then, being a mercenary." He said. He looked at his weaponry. .44 caliber. Interesting, a gryffon with high caliber rounds. That was usually not the case. He remembered gryffons used to love high rate-of-fire guns back in the day... In those days...

 

He then looked at the rather well-equipped unicorn. two sniper rifles. He didn't know the specific situation of the wasteland, but he reckoned those were not very easy to get. "I am sure to have something for the likes of you, with those long range firearms..." He said with a slight grin. And he was not lying. In fact, he was understating. He had exactly what that guy would like back in the hibernation stable...

 

He then looked at the obviously non-enclave pegasus. The way she spoke suggested towards a specific suggestion. "And you, what is your name? Are you a medic of some sorts? I prize myself for my knowledge of medicine, but perhaps my knowledge will fail at some point, and an extra medic will be useful in dire situations. Are you interested?" He asked her. He contemptuously looked around the building. "I have to say, your other options are not very appealing. Come with us... I have medical equipment as well." He uttered, hinting towards her interests, and his payment. "More than you would believe." He thought immediately after saying that. He sighed. "Having to take care of an insane enclave and a child-changeling isn't exactly something that will help you survive in the wastes I suppose..."

[Anon In Equestria 57]

Connor was walking down the stairs trying to get a signal on his radio but for some reason he couldn't find one he sighed and turned the radio off.

 

Connor reached the bottom of the steps and walked towards the room the group was in he set his laser rifle to fully automatic and waited outside the door listening to the conversation.

[Blacklight 118]

As the world gained focus around Renatus, he found himself staring at random paperwork detailing as sunlight streamed in above him. Though his body felt odd, almost like when he changed form, as he tried to look around the room and found to his dismay that he couldn't. He could only hear and watch as his body moved on its own accord. Wait...this doesn't feel like my body...if almost feels as I'm watching somepony's... memor-He was pulled out of his thoughts as a gentle knock came from the door, causing his host body to glance up, revealing the same room Renatus had been in earlier though without any of the decay and disorder that he had found it in. It fact it looked almost brand but his focus was pulled away from the room as his host answered in a formal voice, " Please, come in." As the door opened the stallion gasped as he saw a white mare with a flowing purple mane wearing a stunning business dress as he quickly added, " O-oh Miss Rarity, what an unexpected surprise. I would have cleaned up if I knew you where coming. Please, take a seat." He hastily gathered his papers with his magic and shoved them inside his desk as he mare answered, her formal yet casual at the same time, " Oh it's fine darling, I only came for a quick visit." Stallion stared at the moment, giving a soft chuckle as he asked, putting both of his hooves on the desk, " If you insist Mada-" The stallion was cut off as he mare said, " Please darling, call me Rarity." The stallion took a moment recomposing himself  before continued, " Well Ma-Rarity, I assume as Ministry Mare, you would tire from all your responsibilities. Speaking of such, I guessing this isn't just friendly visit to catch up with an old friend?"

 Rarity's gaze saddened slightly as she replied, " I'm afraid not darling, I actually came to ask something from you." The stallion ears perked up slightly as he spoke, " Oh and what is that?" Rarity closed the distance between them until she was a few feet from the desk before answering, " Well I would like to know if you would allow my ministry to build a base under your country club. Of couse you would be paid generously for the land and our crews would work during the night as not to obstruct the guests." The stallion contemplated the request for several minutes before finally responding, " Of course, anything to help the war effort and an old friend, though may I ask what is it's propose?" Rarity seemed like see was about to refuse, but let out a sigh as she asked, her voice droping to a whisper, " You may...though let known Fancy Pants, if any of this conversation reaches outside of these walls...the penalties will be severe to say the least. Even my generosity has its limits...do you understand?" A sense of dread began filling Renatus as Fancy quickly replied, " Why yes of couse." Rarity, took a brief moment, as if deciding how much to tell his host until finally saying, " Well I know as well as anypony had dangerous this war is and with Applejack's recent...accident...I'm concerned over my friends' safety...so I've started a personal project on something that I've discovered to protect them, a body armor of sorts...there was just the problem of where to hold the research, but now with that settled I sleep a bit easier knowing I am that must closer to my goal..." As she finished, her eyes grew distant, almost as if she was lost in some painful memory. Blinking a bit as she glanced back at Fancy as she said hastily, " Oh my...look at the time. I really must get going darling, I still have so much to do today. Anyway, I'll send Snails later to help hammer out the paperwork. It's been a pleasure visiting you Fancy but I must get going...tata ta!" And with that, she closed the door behind her, leaving Fancy staring at the door for several minutes until he sighed as he muttered, " That poor mare..." 

Fancy had barely finished his sentence when Renatus suddenly felt as something was pulling him as the world slowly swirled out of existence around him and as it reappeared, he found himself back in the room staring at the orb. The sights and smells of decay filled him as he pocketed the orb, careful not to touch it with his magic and walked out of the room, unsure of how much time had passed. He stopped dead in his tracks as he found the enclave pony listening in on the others from behind the closed door. Transforming back into his normal form, he drew his pistol as he shouted, " Drop the laser rifle!"

[Anneal 2,197]

((Still, MRE's aren't going to be completely well-preserved. Some, such as the crackers, hardtack, candy bar, and coffee powder might be in decent quality, but all that other stuff are going to decompose, even in a cold or hot environment.

 

And Baryon is a stallion, not a mare.))

 

I stopped in my tracks. These two stallions, Neuro and Lon, had a treasure trove of supplies that most ponies would go insane for. Pure water, actual food, and I just overheard something about medical equipment. My Stable would have had those luxuries...only they weren't going to last long the more I squander my time on here. It sounded justifiable due to the fact both of them appeared to wear Stable jumpsuits and in the case of the bigger one, Lon, armor, and therefore may come from a Stable themselves.

 

But a part of me felt this was too good, too coincidental, to be true. It didn't feel very real to me. But if I threw this chance anyway, the Enclave pegasus won't be saved in time. Should I even consider saving him anyway? "There is something off with you two," I pointed out. "We are trusting two stallions who had just arrived fresh into the wasteland, supported by the fact that you don't know much about wasteland events, along with the so-called 'Enclave'. And likely from a Stable too; your jumpsuits are unusually clean, which denies the fact that you two are like Knight, an experienced Stable wasteland dweller.

 

"While I will go with you for the sake of the life of the Enclave pegasus, this better be not some kind of trap. You two have been acting very cryptic as of now."

 

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@@Charcoal Embers, @@notten1 (nice opportunity to start here),

 

Anaphora stopped her brahmin carriage in front of the hotel of Defiance, though appearances said otherwise. On the sign above them read the old sign: "Defiance Grain Elevator since 2055", but were hastily crossed out and replaced with the words "Hotel and Inn". It was strangely made entirely out of gray faded concrete and metal, and next to the building was an entire row of broken down grain silos and a train track. At least the whole thing is still intact, Anaphora thought.

 

Inside was dimly lighted and had a sense of depression, though the ponies themselves tried their best to look god. A stallion waved from the front desk; he had an orange coat, light green mane, and most noticeably, different colored eyes. He looked enigmatic with his opposing yellow and grey eyes, though he had a humorously cheery attitude. "Hello there, this is the Defiance Grain Hotel, the finest establishment in the town of Defiance, because it's the only hotel ever established!" the stallion greeted. 

 

"Uh...fancy meetin' ya ponies," Anaphora answered in an unsure tone, paying special attention to act in her Appleloosan accent. "Got anywhere we can crash in for the night?"

 

The front desk stallion paused in his actions, seeing the two mares. "No problem then! I'm not used to serving pegasi down here in the Wasteland, but it would do! A hundred and fifty caps for a room!" the stallion declared. When Anaphora looked away for a short while to search her saddlebags, the stallion whispered to the dark mare (Charcoal), "Hey, I don't really care if you're Enclave or not, but you got one cute-looking cow-pony there. Sharing a room with each other, hmm?"

 

"How about y'all just shorten it down to, don't know, 100 caps?" Anaphora counter-offered, dropping a bag on the table, filled with caps, looking around the place. "We had been through awful times with the raiders 'round here. Maybe it's the reason why the place has low-to-the-ground traffic, cause of the risky path. Gotta give us a discount, pardner."

 

The stallion hesitated again, then went back into his happy attitude, "A hundred and twenty caps it is for you fine and beautiful mares!" he said, accepting the additional money. "Room 206! Hope you like it!"

[Guardian Braveheart 23]

I felt a bit of praise when he mentioned me. Aw, that's sweet.

 

"Oh, you haven't seen me out in the field," I said, full of modest. "Give me a few raiders, and you'll see what I'll mean... Actually, I'll demonstrate right now..."

 

I tossed the empty bottle to the next room. Then, as the bottle stopped in mid-air, I got Bubble Bullets out and shot one round at it, forcing it straight to the wall and shattering it. I then holstered it to keep the friendly atmosphere.

 

"Enchanted Sniper rifle. Turns the bullet into a small bubble full of force that could dent thick metal. So, just one shot in the neck, and you'll die with a broken neck or your head right off. Trust me, you're not making a mistake hiring me."

[notten1 18]

Inside Line Plucker's Mind:::After I tied down the Brahmin, I went inside the Hotel to stay the night. These Wares better be worth it. When I was walking inside, I saw a Carrige that looked worn, must be more ponies. Maybe they can buy some? Anyways, I paid my usual amount and walked inside and I saw a group get into a room. I merely got into mine, I wonder what they're doing? Meh, The- They can buy some wares! I went over to their Door and started to do my buisness proposal, then I saw a Pegasi! Wow! A real Dashite! I can't believe I'm really seeing one! I remember one saving one of the caravans I was walking with, he came over and Blasted those Raiders heads off! Woah... And, God, Alcohol!!! ^.^

Edited March 23, 2014 by notten1

[Scribblegroove 565]

Neuro looked at Baryon. "You are correct! How did you figure that out?" He said sarcasticly. He snickered. "You'll be able to save your enclave friend once we're done, but if he's coming with us you'd better keep an eye on him. I do not want to have Lon to be forced to shoot him in his frontal cranium." He said smoothly.

 

"We didn't exactly keep it a secret that we are new to the wasteland now did we. Why would that be a reason not to trust us? We are not yet corrupted by the cruel world of the waste!" He joked a little. He then frowned. Since when had he started to make jokes? He used cyniscism whilst interrogating and discussing as a form of intimidation, which usually worked. But jokes?

 

Before his mind could ponder off, two things happened. First, a sound could be heard from the other room. The changeling from earlier was ordering the enclave to drop his weapons. Second, the unicorn said something which he couldn't hear because of the noise of the other room, and drew his weapon.

 

Lon was quick to react. In a split second his weapons whirred into position. He kicked his helmet with right fronthoof, making it bounce up. At the same time he pushed Neuro away, attempting to shield him from harm, and he made himself big to catch any more bullets. His helmet fell straight onto his head, and the suit's tesla field jumped on. Neuro reacted a lot slower, and made himself small a little sheepishly be hind Lon. Lon had gone from stationary friendly to agressive in about a second, maybe less.

 

As soon as he realised that the unicorn was simply showing off, he calmed a little. "What the hay man. A little heads up would be nice!" He said.

 

Neuro got away behind Lon. "It doesn't matter... He didn't mean to alert you Lon..." He said. He then looked at the door where the enclave soldier and the changeling were. "What is going on over there!" He shouted. "Must I remind you that there are several well-trained gunponies protecring me! Do you have a death wish!?" He yelled at the enclave, assuming he could hear him. "One of them is trying to save you, you imbecile!" He added furiously. He calmed down. "Will someone go over there..." He sighed.

[Guardian Braveheart 23]

"Hey, I did warn you," I told them. "You just weren't listening."

 

At the request of the two about the enclave, I gave out a depressed sigh. "Fine, I'll do it."

 

I went out to see the Changeling with the Enclave.

 

"Hey, Renatus, get inside. I'll handle this," I told him.

 

I came closer to the Enclave. My Pipbuck told me his name was Connor. Nice name.

 

"So, You've been a pain in the ass this whole day," I said as I produced a Knock-out gas Grenade and an Anti-Matrix Grenade out of my pack. My last one just in case of emergencies, or shutting up annoying little runts like these.

 

"Now will you just shut up for a while and just sleep. You'll be back in your precious Cloud cover in few."

 

I pulled the pin of the Anti Matrix grenade first and setting it down near him. After a while, I place the Gas bomb next to him, pulling the pin and leaving him there. All I heard there was a blast of static, nothing more. I went back to the group. Hopefully they didn't miss me.

 

"That Enclave won't be a problem for the next few hours, I guess. But I suggest not going in that room for a while without a rebreather, trust me."

 

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Edited March 23, 2014 by Guardian Braveheart

[Anon In Equestria 57]

Connor turned around and aimed his rifle at the changeling

 

"Not gonna happen but how about you drop the pea shooter and surrender I promise I won't harm you"

 

A EMP grenade landed next to connor he looked down at it and grunted he then bucked it down the corridor into another room.

Edited March 23, 2014 by lonewolf1735

[TheLineTrotter 100]

Vincent nodded simply at the mention that this was the usual for him. "Yeah,it is. Well, not really, usually don't actually meet my employees face to face... they usually aren't ponies fresh from Stables either." Well, new work. Already! And if it proved profitable, he could afford a bit of a vacation from work... lay back in some town, rest, drink, talk to ponies and others... and if he felt the pay wasn'tas much as they were promiseing, he'd demand Lon's guns as compensation. Seemed fair enough to him.

 

He blinked as the pony, Knight, drew his weapon. "Hey, wait-" He started, feeling annoyed as he watched the gun go off and blow the bottle... Knight was rewarded for his skill with a slap to the back of the head with Vincent's talon. "Yes, yes, we're very impressed... you idiot..." he muttered. Drawing a weapon, and fireing it, at what had just become a peaceful negotiation.... were Stable ponies inbred or something? At the mention of a 'child' changeling, Vincent shook his head. "Nah, I don't think he's a kid.Seemed adult to me... well, about as big as an adult pony. Just changed to try and stop you from shooting..." As he placed the rounds he got as the quick reward on him, for easy access, he wondered what the odds were of finding 4 ponies... from three differant Stables, and two on their first day out. What were the odds of that? And why were all of them alone? Stable Ponies were usually so scared shitless of the Waste when they first step out that they refuse to go around without a band of 10, if they don't just decide to stay in their stable. 

[Blacklight 118]

After seeing the stallion walk out, toss an EMP grenade, and walk back inside, not even waiting for it to go off.  Renatus could on facehoof as the enclave pegasus only grunted and kick the grenade with little effort into a different room as he tightened his magical grip on the pistol as he asked, " So now that over with, why would I surrender to you? You haven't exactly valued my life all that much and your outnumbered..." hopefully by more intelligent ponies...he thought, though he kept that part out as he leveled the pistol on the Enclave's head, prepared to use SATS at the first sign of movement from the pegasus. What's with this pony and trying to capture me all the time? I know I'm rare and all, but I can't be that special...He thought as he kept his pistol trained on the pegasus, he knew the bullets had little chance of actually doing damage to the armored pony, but it would at lest get the attention of the others in the room. 

Edited March 24, 2014 by Blacklight01

[Anon In Equestria 57]

After seeing the stallion walk out, toss an EMP grenade, and walk back inside, not even waiting for it to go off. Renatus could on facehoof as the enclave pegasus only grunted and kick the grenade with little effort into a different room as he tightened his magical grip on the pistol as he asked, " So now that over with, why would I surrender to you? You haven't exactly valued my life all that much and your outnumbered..." hopefully by more intelligent ponies...he thought, though he kept that part out as he leveled the pistol on the Enclave's head, prepared to use SATS at the first sign of movement from the pegasus. What's with this pony and trying to capture me all the time? I know I'm rare and all, but I can't be that special...He thought as he kept his pistol trained on the pegasus, he knew the bullets had little chance of actually doing damage to the armored pony, but it would at lest get the attention of the others in the room.

Connor was looking at the changeling his magical grip on the laser rifle still firm.

 

"I'm enclave I have access to pre-war tech and I also have access to pre-war knowledge I know all about your kind I know what your kind tried to do at canterlot but it looks like the zebras beat you to it now drop the weapon and unlike your kind I'll show mercy"

Edited March 24, 2014 by lonewolf1735

[Blacklight 118]

" Wait what?! What do yo-argh!" Renatus was cut off as head was bombarded by flashes of memories, memories of explosions, fire, and screams of panic flashing in and out of his head at random. His pistol clattered to the floor as collapsed onto the floor, holding both hooves to his head as he screamed both physically and mentally, " Somepony, make it Stop!" He began rolling as screamed in pain, memories appearing and disappearing faster, making it impossible understand though Renatus had stopped even trying to understand them as he felt the screams and explosions growing louder, until everything else was drowned out as the sounds increased. At this point, Renatus was physically thrashing across the ground, violently trying in vain to rid himself of the noises as they grew louder within his mind. MAKE IT STOP!!!He mentally screamed as the screams droned on.

[TheLineTrotter 100]

Vincent blinked. There was a flash of light, another EMP grenade going off, that could be seen from a doorway. It seemed...off for some reason, and he chose to ignore it... until he heard shouts from the hallway, gripping his gun again, dashing out towards the door, past Lon and his new contract-holder. After all, best to cut off a threat before it got to the contracter. Suddenly, he heard screaming... and when he saw it was from the changeling, who in his screaming, or perhaps earlier, was back into his normal form. "What the hell did you do!?" He shouted, pressing the revolver to the side of the ponies head... erg... man, to hell with Bayron wanted! This Enclave asshole was a threat, and he was, plainly, an asshole... he was a hair trigger away from shooting... 

[Anneal 2,197]

"You know what?" I interjected, my face turning hot red, "I'm fed up with you ponies...griffons, and changelings...whatever! You're all just a bunch of arrogant wastelanders that I won't even bother being with! You're no better than the - the raiders! Especially the Enclave pegasus! You have been bothering me long enough, and is a disgrace to the pegasus race! And if most of the pegasus race is indeed in the Enclave, then I rather not be a pegasus! It wasn't my fault I had wings, anyway!"

 

And what that, I threw an empty bottle of wine towards the wall, shattering it into shards of glass. "And it wasn't my fault I had to leave the Stable either to meet with you fucked-up wastelanders! Don't any of you know the pressure I'm going through? My Stable is going to shut down and collapse in within a months time, but it seems none of you ponies care about that, right?"

 

When I finished my rant, the changeling started to scream in his own agony. I stopped, noticing the changeling shouting in distress and having a serious headache. "What...what happened?" I said weakly.

 

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@@Charcoal Embers, @@notten1, (been a while)

 

Anaphora kept the dark mare on one of the two beds in her hotel room, a circular metal and concrete room with two windows on one side, reading to herself a copy of the bounty poster on Dragoon Mallet. This pony sounded like a psychopathic mass murderer to her...the damn unicorn even managed to harass the Steel Rangers, one of the more powerful "vigilante" factions in the wastes. Who would do that... Anaphora thought.

 

The bounty on his head amounted to three thousand caps. "That's a lot of caps for a pony they want dead," she muttered. "Funny. Says here that he was formerly a courier for the Ponave Express in New Pegasus. Once lived in Shady Valleys, wherever that is. Didn't like the West anyway, too far from home and no sense of civility."

 

She looked up at the dark mare with the glasses. "You should take a shower after all you been through," Anaphora commented. "I checked. The water doesn't appear to be irradiated, so you're fine."

 

Anaphora turned back to the bounty poster. She might consider killing the stallion; if she knew anything about the wasteland, it was that no matter how powerful or famous you were, ponies weren't invincible. It would only take a bullet to the head. She looked at her valued 10mm pistol - while it was a bit worn and the handle was taped with duct tape, it used some kind of light metal and had bullets of a higher velocity. If I'm going to kill that pony, I'm going to do it with my personal gun.

 

"Don't get too comfy," Anaphora said. "We're staying for the night, then we're bailing out. I heard of some activity around here. Not safe to linger around here for no reason."