open Fallout Equestria: Ground Zero [RP]

[Scribblegroove 565]

When vincent awoke neuro it took him a while to get up. He was still a little tired from yesterday. That's what happens when you sleep for an age and a half. Your endurance drops... He rubbed his eyes and greeted vincent with a grunt. Unlike his body, his mind got into action quite quickly, already planning on what he had to do today...

 

He then realised the megaspell-file was still opened on his pip-buck. He closed it hoping that nopony had seen it or would mention it.

 

Someone who had noticed it was Lon, who saw it happen just aftwr he had woken up. He was used to instantly being alert as soon as he woke up, and he recognized the patterns on Neuro's Omnime pip-buck screen. Luckily Neuro casually shrugged it off and acted like it was nothing. How would these ponies know what a megaspell looked like anyway? It's not like they could read the tiny letters stating it on the small screen from a distance in such a brief moment. Someone as perceptive at that could be an eagle with a telescope...

 

Neuro spoke towards Vincent and Knight, and the changeling that was apparently still in the room...

 

"Lon and I are going to do some... investigating. Private business, so we will not need your protection today. By evening I want to meet in this hotel again. If you aren't back by then, there will be no payment. To ensure to you that we aren't bailing on you, we promise we will not leave this town. Considering the environment it would be easy for you to spot us leaving... Certainly for a griffon with eagle eyes like you." He explained. He sighed. "After that I will tell you where we are headed next. If things go well we could stop by our Vault and get you an inbetween payment." He added. He then nodded to Lon. Lon followed him out of the room, and down the stairs.

 

They walked into the streets. Neuro hadn't lied. He wouldn't leave the town, this is where his business was. Intelligence was what he required, and these "wasteland settlers" are exactly the ones that could give him that.

 

(I'm on for a teensy short while after this post. If you are fast I might be able to reply. Otherwise you'll have to wait 'till monday...)

[Guardian Braveheart 23]

I suddenly stirred from my sleep. I checked my Pipbuck again. I was just ten minutes after my shift. Oh c'mon. Anyways, I did rise up from sleep. I learned back in the Stables that sugar can wake you up. Not much of a medic, but it does buzz you system, kinda like the pre-war 'coffee' they kept talking about in books. I started munching on those Sugar bomb snacks, rinsing it down with fresh water. I know they're irradiated, and I can here my Geiger meter clicking, but you have to do anything to survive here. After a while I was wide awake.

 

Lon talked about leaving us here for a while and investigating something. Well, that's totally off. Something's not right. I don't know but... (Perception 10) ... I think I saw something in his weird Pipbuck; notes about a Megaspell. I really don't know what that looks like, but seeing the whole wasteland, it just means bad business. I just looked out of the window and waited there. These two are hiding something, but what...?

[Anneal 2,197]

I was walking with Frizzen, moving down the streets. It was the same as the rest of town; redecorated with hastily built shacks of garbage and metal sheets, along with makeshift huts. Some simply lived inside the destroyed buildings. Not very surprising, along with the shocking scene of ponies just puking, scavenging from trash cans, or simply lying in a corpse-like fashion. "Whole town's become shit," Frizzen murmured, cautiously aiming and swerving his carbine around for any thugs who tried to approach them.

 

I tried my best to take up the role of an investigator. "Was any pony able to clearly identify the attackers?" I asked.

 

"Yeah...power armored ponies. T-51b model, too. Their armor lacked the insignia from my perspective, though that isn't really going to persuade much of the population because, you know, the Steel Rangers are the ONLY organization that uses that kind of armor. And if you were suspecting anything, it can't be the Pegasus Enclave because the T-51b power armor isn't meant for ponies with wings."

 

"I think I know that..." I said, remembering the Enclave pegasus and his power armor. It was evidently different than the power armor the Steel Rangers wore; distinctively, the Enclave power armor has a sharpened tail and bug-like ye visors, whilst the Steel Rangers had rectangular ones and a metallic appearance. 

 

"Well then, you've seen more than I had expected," Frizzen praised. We walked through a bulletin board, a few papers catching my interest. Bounty posters, to be exact. I didn't like hunting ponies for caps – lives were more valuable than money, even if these ponies were as demonic as they said. 

 

"Ricochet, Duskglow, Anaphora, Calcite, Dragoon O. Mallet..." I read out loud, observing the drawn faces and old pictures. They looked like sadistic murderers...save for the mare with the fair mane.

 

"Oh, that one? She's a slaver that's been roaming around here recently. We just got a telegraph message from Defiance saying that the mare escaped eastward from their location. And they raised the bounty an additional fifty caps. Can't believe that half of the town weren't able to capture her..." Frizzen then pointed to the other posters. "Ricochet, right there, is an annoying cockatrice. Mercenaries tried to kill the damn stallion, but whoever tried to provoke him were always found dead with arrows on their head. Duskglow, now that one's an unpredictable earth pony. He's a bomb waiting to explode. Missile launcher, grenade launcher...he literally blows up everything. Calcite's an equally crazy bitch. She uses dark magic and just bathes in blood of her enemies, blowing ponies up and dismembering them like dolls."

 

"And what about Dragoon O. Mallet?"

 

"Pretty much all three of them combined, but worse. He's a guerrilla fighter, but an professional one. You can't get close to him without getting killed, or worse, tortured, beaten, and raped. Uses a multitude of weapons, from the anti-material rifle to his 'Strange Shooter' revolver. Completely fucked up with no sense of remorse or angst. What's different is that he's actually sentient...unlike those other ponies with their bounties, he has the ability to reason and kill, just like that. There's even a rumor that he detonated a megaspell bomb at the Great Bend. If someone can get his head, they would be rich."

 

I simply listened to each of their stories. Were they even ponies anymore? I didn't feel like lingering on these topics, and I changed the subject. "Oh, I was just checking if they might have some relationship to the case. Anyways, which direction did they arrive from?"

 

"I couldn't really tell," Frizzen admitted, glancing around. "But assuming from which direction they were attacking...I'll say northwest." Shoot...that's the direction of the bunker...did they really do it?

[Rebel the Wolfgirl 5,601]

Renegade slowly opened his eyes, having woken up from a nap. Slowly crawling out of the junk-hut that was his home, he surveyed the town of Ponyville. 'Well, it's another nice day in Ponyville." Renegade sarcastically said to himself. Yup. This is how life is: Your born a raider, raised a raider, and you'll die as a Celestia-damned raider. The red unicorn thought to himself.

[Charcoal Embers 169]

@@notten1,

 

Charcoal didn't really know what to say. She was surrounded by ponies in either robes or armor and a lot of them were either giving her dirty look, looks of disgust, or just ignoring her all together. She also felt quite uneasy being surrounded by all these ponies. She didn't have anything against any of them, but she had always been taught that these ponies were no good. She had never seen them do anything bad thought, so she chose to at least give them a chance.

 

When Charcoal had finally remembered Line was there with her she shook her head of the thoughts and turned back to Line. "Oh... um... right... so, can you explain to me what had gone on in there?"

[notten1 18]

@Charcoal Embers  

 

I was talking to the Paladin about the specifics of what he wanted to get sent through the lines. Then I was realized that Charcoal, who was right next to me in the back room of the Library, was dazed out. "Uh, you Ok, Charcoal? Ya kinda look like you've seen a dead pa" Which kinda struck me weird when I said that, as I had that experience Yesterday. Anyway, I snapped back into my conversation with the Paladin, He said, "Ok then, Tribal, we need these as soon as possible, so be quick. And to be sure that you won't be running off doing anything, we'll be sending Knight Lily to scout you tribals." He then nodded, I did the same, and started talking to the rest in Power Armor. I started to walk out the door, remembering the things they wanted, which is weird, probably my backround in being a Trader. I noticed Charcoal, Oh dear, is she scared about them? OH SHIT! I forgot! I ran back inside to the Paladin. I ran back into the room galloping and stopped next the the battle ready Paladin. He let down his guard and said, "What is it, Tribal." I replied, winded from the gallop. "Ana... phora... where... is Anaphora?" The Paladin acknowledged and called a Scribe of some kind. The Scribe then walked out into the Main Library area and walked back in, floating a peice of Paper with his horn. The Paladin looked at it, and replied to me saying, "Well, it seems there was a sighting for her in a Warstruck town. However, we can't give you her location of her just yet, you need to finish your Trade Mission before you get to know." Feeling both satisfied and crushed at the same time. I heard Warstruck, "Wait, did you say Warstruck?" Immediatly the Paladin stared back at me and grudgingly said back, "Classified!" He readied a battle stance, I backed off, saying "Ok, Ok, I get it, that's a sensitive topic." I started walking out the door again to Charcoal, who was in the main Library. I called her to walk out, "They know where she is, but we need to do this first, they've got us on this one." I said as we were opening the door. When out, I got Tom and got set with the Steel Ranger's Caps for the mission. We set out for the Closest Trading post around here. It was a Highways Trade post. It looks like we're going to be seeing an old friend again...

Edited April 6, 2014 by notten1

[Anneal 2,197]

@@notten1,

 

((Anaphora was sent on no mission, it was Baryon, unless the Rangers had their database corrupted. Speaking of such...))

 

"What in the Goddesses happened here..." Right in front of Anaphora was a blackened town, smoke still rising from the fires that remained and many buildings collapsed and beyond repair. Was there a raider attack? Regia didn't have a standing organization defending it...

 

Forage, however, had a different emotion, pulling out his shotgun and excitedly trotting into the town. "There's got to be more inside! Let's see if the attackers are still here!" he shouted, waving his vacant hoof.

 

Anaphora looked around. Generally, things here were pretty crappy. She saw a filly sleeping in a cardboard box - Anaphora couldn't resist but give her a few caps and place it on her mane - another scavenging from a dumpster, and two ponies scribbling graffiti on the wall that read in big words: "FUCK STEEL RANGERS".

 

"So the Steel Rangers did this?" Anaphora asked Forage, though still finding the Steel Ranger attack a bit questionable.

 

Forage was searching inside an abandoned building, revealing a broken tri-beam laser rifle, with the barrel completely split into two. "Well, here's an magical energy weapon. Doesn't seem like Steel Ranger quality, however. When the Steel Rangers use high-tech, it's usually built to last for a long time, with the right skills."

 

"That's just an assumption," Anaphora retorted. "There's no real evidence that the Steel Rangers wouldn't have attacked".

 

"Hey, this weapon is good evidence, right?" Forage countered.

 

Anaphora was rummaging inside the house as well, until she found a hidden storage room behind some heavy boxes of junk. She tried to pull the knob. Locked, she thought. Do I have my lockpicks with me...

 

Anaphora found eighteen lockpicks in her shoulder bag, taking it out and inserting it with the torque pin into the lock and tried to twist it with the right springs. Unfortunately, not having as much experience in lockpicking, she ended up breaking one of her picks. "Damn it," she muttered, pulling out the broken pick and inserting another one. Subsequently, that one broke too.

 

When the fourth one broke, she lost her cool. "How do you get this Celestia-fucking lock open?" she shouted, bucking the door.

 

Forage arrived right next to her, aiming his shotgun at the door hinges. "Relax," he said, "There are simple solutions to simple problems." With that, he fired three rounds, two right at the hinges, and the third between the door edge and knob. Surely enough, the door became weakened and fell to the ground, revealing a set of power armor. Or rather, a pony in power armor.

 

"Whoa, that is fucked up," he commented, using his shotgun to tap the pony's head. No response. He then noticed the broken visor on the helmet and the multiple bloodied holes through the armor.

 

"Strange. No insignia..." Anaphora pointed out, removing the helmet while looking away. "Help me with this, Forage."

 

Forage then removed the power armor from the dead corpse, hanging it on the back of its body. "You're right. It's a bit heavy, but would sell for a good two thousand caps or so..."

 

"That's not what I meant," Anaphora said, examining the dead body and seeing several large holes in his body. "Looks like a plasma mine did this. But this isn't Steel Ranger armor at all...the insignia on his sleeve is different."

 

"And look here. A memory orb," Forage added, picking up a spherical object from the table. "Looks recent too, by the quality of the thing."

 

"Wait! Let me use it!" Anaphora said, grabbing the orb from his hooves. Concentrating all her magic on the thing, she was suddenly knocked out and jumped into another entirely different world herself.

 

"October 21, 2204," a stallion's voice said. Anaphora felt something missing from her head; it seemed like the grey stallion was an earth pony. Her hooves felt more sturdy, and she had amplified senses: the light was flashing, the clock was ticking, and even natural static was heard in the silence. "Just got recruited into the organization. Don't know what to say about this. I'm a bit nervous, to say at the least. But my life's going to be different after this. Now I share a goal with others. Compared to us, the Steel Rangers had done nothing to help the welfare of all. But with this new group, we would rebuild civilization as it once was. We would change Equestria, perhaps the world."

 

Anaphora shot back into reality. It was a short memory; usually that meant it was just going to be some kind of journal or memo. "What did you see?" Forage asked.

 

"I don't know," Anaphora answered. "But this pony just gave us a lead."

[Rebel the Wolfgirl 5,601]

Meanwhile, out in the Wasteland, a lone unicorn was wandering. Most ponies who saw him thought he was a raider, and they were right to a certain degree. Having been raised in Ponyville, Renegade was in fact a raider. However, he ran away from home for a simple reason: He didn't want to be one. Now, he was wandering the Wastes, going nowhere in particular.

[Sunbro 4 Lyfe 939]

Of all the crap that Celestia had to give him, it had to be a fucking mine!

It was simple. Take a man from New Appleoosa back to his little ranch, get a couple hundred caps, and leave. One of his easier jobs. But guess what? He had to go and trot off onto a mine!

Bright Spark was rummaging through the Dead trader, for anything of use. He really only needed caps and ammo, though food was also pretty useful. then again, there was also a dead Brahmin; he wouldn't need to search for food. Bright Spark hoped that nopony came around with him like this. He'd look like he murdered the trader!

[Anneal 2,197]

The two of us moved to the next building to search for anything interesting after the previous one was cleared out. Finding evidence was gruesome enough, especially when there were little leads, and most of the "evidence" I had was more conjectural than solid. When we went inside, I decided to make a more detailed search, moving down every corner and checking every blind spot. But still, there was nothing. Cautiously, I moved into the hallway...

 

"Watch out!" In that split moment, a quick reflection and a small feeling on my hoof revealed a string on the ground. Frizzen tried to move in front of me, and a shot was fired. A shotgun shell dropped on the ground with a clink, and it felt like nothing happened...until Frizzen's shoulder started bleeding. He didn't even scream in pain; he just leaned back to a wall and slid down to a sitting position, his face sweaty and faint. 

 

"Frizzen!" I quickly came to his aid, taking out my bag and injecting a syringe of Med-X (later confirmed by the civilians to be an anesthetic) into his hoof. "Are you fine?" I asked, quickly dealing with the general wound and applying pressure.

 

"It's not too bad," Frizzen assured, wincing, "I've been in worse situations. You should be worrying about yourself." 

 

In some ways, it was true. I've only been out in the wasteland for a day and I had managed to barely escape death – three times and counting. The world must hate me. "Well, as a pony who's been working with in a Stable clinic for most of his life, it's compulsory for a doctor to treat his patients in any circumstances and with his greatest ability," I defended, remembering the declaration I took when I joined the clinic division.

 

"Ugh, Stable ponies and their promises," Frizzen said, rolling his eyes. "Out here in the wasteland, the rules are different. It's something you'll need to understand later on." 

 

"I prefer to see everything on the bright side," I returned, bandaging the wound. It takes only a second to shoot a pony, yet this long to treat one.

 

Frizzen tried standing up, only to have his wounded hoof hinder his efforts and sit back down. "You know what? I can manage myself. Just go on without me and find who in the world did this. And do me a favor: Don't get yourself killed. You've been enough of a problem now."

 

I made a reluctant smile and make a direct path to the exit. "Are you sure you can take care of yourself? I can stay here with you, if you want."

 

"Just get out, please," Frizzen muttered, his hoof in his face now.

 

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While I was still worried about Frizzen, I turned to the safer option of investigating outside. What I found unusual, however, is how undamaged that section of the town was. But some of the civilians claimed they attacked from there during the night. I tried piecing the information I received. The darkness would have been used as an attempt to sneak into the town; but wouldn't they have noticed the sounds from their heavy armor? Wouldn't the guards have noticed that? 

 

"What the hell are you doing here? Didn't you listen to me?" I turned around, seeing a familiar pony. It was the one that was telling me to leave – Cascable was his name. 

 

"Sorry sir, but I'm involved with an investigation. I'll have to stay here for a while. I apologize if I caused any trouble." I replied.

 

"I will say it again. Leave!" Cascable shouted, pushing me away. "We don't want you here!"

 

"Hey, what seems to be the problem here?" I saw two ponies, one earth pony stallion and unicorn mare behind Cascable, the stallion pushing me back and giving me some space. 

 

"We've already been through enough! Visitors shouldn't be allowed here! I don't want to see anypony!" Cascable shouted and spat, raising a hoof in anger.

 

"All right, I've heard enough," the mare said. At first, I thought she was going to take out her holstered pistol, until I saw her hoof move back to the ground. "Seriously, are you blind? Can't you see that you're arguing with a Stable pony? Seriously, why do you ponies even try? He's not causing any problems, right?"

 

Cascable paused, then looked away. "Fine. But if I see him do anything suspicious...I'm going to get the town to hunt and execute all of you."

 

The mare smirked. "Then it's done." Cascable finally walked away, and the two approached me. "So what are you doing here?" she asked.

 

"Uh...I'm Baryon, Stable 16 clinic doctor," I hastily answered. "Just came out of the Stable a day before."

 

"Heh. I can tell," she said. True, I did have clean clothes, but seriously, am I that obvious? "Though you're a pegasus. Strange. You don't see pegasi around here in the wasteland."

 

I recalled the time I was with the Enclave pegasus – if these ponies were correct, the Enclave was made up of pegasi up in the clouds. Probably explained the lack of non-Enclave pegasi down here. The mare held her hoof out. "I'm Anaphora. Nice to meet you."

 

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"So it wasn't the Steel Rangers?"

 

I was brought by Anaphora and her friend, Forage, to an alley where a dead pony lay. At first, I was shocked and wanted to run from the two, until I found out that they found him in a closet. Not much better than dying in an alleyway. "Yeah, looks like the Technophiles, if Ana's description is right. She saw the memory orb. Don't ask me."

 

"The Technophiles?" I repeated.

 

"Yeah, and if Forage's description is right," Anaphora added, imitating Forage's voice, "The Technophiles are a bunch of tech-loving freaks that literally tapes machinery on their body and would kill for weapons. He has the knowledge. Don't ask me."

 

Forage sighed. "The insignia explains it. It's not Steel Ranger power armor, but I don't know how they got a bunch of that if they pulled off an attack disguised as the Steel Rangers."

 

I stopped, finally realizing the motive of the attackers. "So the ones that attack Regia were the Technophiles. And we've got a body...err, here to prove it!" I stared back at them, swiftly hugging the mare and stallion. "You two have been the trump card I was finding all along."

 

Anaphora pushed me away. "Yeah, yeah."

 

"So now we know that the Technophiles did this. But that only leaves one question: how were they able to infiltrate the town without being detected? Even in the darkness, the heavy armor would give them away. And that northwestern section of town was barely touched," I noted.

 

"What? You thought of that?" Anaphora asked, astonished.

 

"There is no way they would have gotten in without being noticed. That means they likely didn't wear power armor in the first place," I paused. "That means there's someone helping them. They can't get inside without help...someone's letting them in. Someone who knows where the town's blind spots are..."

[Rebel the Wolfgirl 5,601]

Meanwhile, Renegade continued to wander the Equestrian Wasteland, thinking deeply about who he was and what he stood for. Was it OK to be a raider? No, it wasn't, Renegade had decided early on. Which brought his mind to another question: Would he wander alone in the Wastes? "Hopefully not." the unicorn muttered to himself.

[Guardian Braveheart 23]

Disregarding my thoughts, I went back to look out of the window. The town is... relatively peaceful. Some roaming NER troops here and there. The sky... still grey as it will ever get. Though, some hole did signify it's morning.

 

Ugh... This is boring. I want to walk around... I know.

 

I left a bottle of Whiskey on the Table for Vincent and headed out for the door.

 

"Hey Vincent, since our employer is out for a while, I'm just gonna roam around town, you know, patrol. And for your troubles, there's a bottle of whiskey that I left for you on he Table."

 

I then called for my companion.

 

"Hey Renatus, would you meet me at the entrance of the hotel? I'd like a word with you."

 

I then went down, and waited just outside the hotel for my changeling friend.

[Sunbro 4 Lyfe 939]

Meanwhile, Renegade continued to wander the Equestrian Wasteland, thinking deeply about who he was and what he stood for. Was it OK to be a raider? No, it wasn't, Renegade had decided early on. Which brought his mind to another question: Would he wander alone in the Wastes? "Hopefully not." the unicorn muttered to himself.

Bright Spark was able to collect a good 500 caps off the dead trader, including his pay. He didn't find any ammo he could use, which was disappointing as Bright Spark had used some on the journey. He was about to take his stuff and leave when...

There was somepony nearby, perhaps a few metres away. Bright Spark looked around, indeed there was somepony. He looked like the raider type, both in physique and somewhat apparel. That was fine, as long as he didn't shoot. Bright Spark kept his shotgun ready all the same. Maybe he could get some ammo if the Raider decided to attack.

[Rebel the Wolfgirl 5,601]

Renegade saw the stallion, and had a look of happiness and contempt on his face. No, Renegade. Keep yourself under control. Remember, you can control yourself Resist the urge, resist the urge, resist the urge...the unicorn thought. The bad thoughts kept on trying to get in...and they won. "FRESH MEAT, BOYS!" Reneegade shouted to no one, then begin charging at Bright Spark.

[Blacklight 118]

@@Guardian Braveheart,

 

Renatus had just placed his barding back on as was inspecting the faint ticking emanating from pip-buck, revealing that the water he had bathed himself in hadn't exactly been radiation-free. Great... according to this, I got ten rads from that water...like I needed anymore radiation. He noted dryly, almost missing Knight words completely. Quickly changing into a sky blue coated mare with a grey mane, he opened the door and followed after Knight, thinking about if this was about him seeing a doctor for his crippled leg. Well, I'm going to find out. He thought as he reached the stairs and after exiting the hotel, found Knight waiting for him. Walking up to him he asked, " So Knight, what did you want to talk about?" As he stood there his eyes began to occasionally change color, the only sign of his true form.    

[Guardian Braveheart 23]

"Oh, there you are," I said. 

 

He actually changed into a mare this time. Well, that could be useful. But, I think he needs to know the how to's in the Wasteland.

 

"I'm really want to buy you a better gun. A pistol is great, but high powered guns are better and key for survival. Also, since my employer is gone for a while, maybe find a doctor for that hoof of yours."

 

I started walking to the direction of what looks to be a store. Occasional glares were everywhere. What? Haven't you people seen a stable pony in your lifetime? Damn...

 

"Anyways, what kind of weapons are you good at? Melee? Auto? Semi-Auto? Ranged? or Energy?"

 

@, 

[Lil' Lovebug 1,041]

The carraige came to a stop on top of a hill overlooking a town. "I assume that's Regia?" I asked Amber. I had to admit she was growing on me. Damn this mare. I had been leaning against her for a while, then her on me. We had chatted about our pasts and personalities and the such, her doing most of the talking. We were around the same age and liked guns, her favorite being a .44 Magnum with a scope. I had found the thought of a revolver with a scope amusing though effective, and she, instead of putting her frowny face on, kissed me as "punishment". Full on the lips. I couldn't manage a full sentence for a good half hour or so after that. Anyways.

 

"Yeppers. Though it's usually not that... firey and smokey. Let's figure out what's going om down there. Let's go boys." The brahmain at the front started walking down the hill. We were soon entering the town of rundown shacks and sad, sick looking ponies. "Usually doesn't look so depresssing either. I'm going to set us up somewhere safe and secure. These ponies look ready to steal anything.

 

We found our way to an unoccupied alleyway and set a few basic traps, nothing that would do much but scare off ponies. Once finished, we began searching around town for somepony to ask about what happened. We came across an alley with a few ponies gathered around. We walked down the alley and Amber said, "Hey there. How goes it? Anypony here know what happened to this town?"

 

@Late Suri Polomare (Sorry about the lack of a proper mention, but I'm using my tablet and an too lazy to write all the script.)

[Sunbro 4 Lyfe 939]

@,

Bright Spark waited a few moments for the Raider to get closer, got out his shotgun, and took a shot at the raiders hooves.

Bright Spark didn't have a good shot, he never had. He was more of a "shoot up close or avoid entirely" kind of pony. It probably wasn't smart to waste ammo either, he still needed to buy the shells he spent. He was only firing a warning shot, tell him to calm down. If that didn't work he would have to waste another in the Raiders head.

(OOC: Melee weapons, Really? Who voted melee weapons?)

Edited April 8, 2014 by Adventure Sphere

[Anneal 2,197]

@,

 

Anaphora was observing this new pegasus pony. He didn't seem very experienced, his eyes jumping here and there and his wings slightly spread out like he was going to bolt into flight. After all, he was a Stable pony, though this was the first time she actually saw a pegasi wearing Stable clothing. Usually Stable dwellers were unicorns and earth ponies; almost all pegasi were part of the Grand Pegasus Enclave. Maybe it had to do with genetics or being part of a Stable-Tec experiment?

 

When another two ponies came their way, the pegasus called Baryon was ironically still unaware of their arrival. When they greeted the trio, Baryon nearly jumped and frighteningly flew, drawing out his pistol. It appeared to be old-looking and possibly pre-war from the dark chamber and rugged grip. It was aged, but could still do its job right. She wondered how a newcomer could have such a weapon on his hooves. When he saw that the two were hostile, he lowered his pistol.

 

"Hey, I know you've only been here for a short time, but that doesn't mean you have to go all paranoid in front of ponies," Anaphora snapped, noticing his well-kept PipBuck. She never used one before, though she knew what it did after roaming the wasteland for years and capturing Stable ponies who were too incompetent and gullible to trust her words. "Doesn't your PipBuck have a radar or something on it? You've been ignoring it for some time."

 

Baryon was quick to argue. "Don't blame me, blame my PipBuck. The E.F.S is acting very strange lately; I can only tell whether someone's coming nearby, but it doesn't read hostiles. And it randomly flashes red in some situations. I need a pony to fix my PipBuck some time later."

 

Forage smirked and approached the landing pegasus. "Oh hey, Stable pony, I forgot to tell you something..." he said, taking the gun from his hoof and loading a magazine into the pistol, "you can't shoot if there's no bullet to shoot it with. Practice some gun safety before you do something you'll regret."

 

Baryon turned red and snatched the pistol from Forage, embarrassingly holstering his pistol. Anaphora turned back to the two arriving ponies. "Sorry about that. Just my friend acting a bit erratic there. We're just taking him under our wing – no pun intended – for the time being. As for Regia, there has been an attack that's been rumored to be from the Steel Rangers. Baryon here is trying to prove otherwise, since he has evidence. We suspect the Technophiles done this deed, though Baryon is guessing that there might be a spy around the town that's been allowing them to infiltrate the city undetected in the night. Got any ideas?"

 

Baryon cut in, patting his Stable jumpsuit. "We should interrogate the rest of the population first, see if they know anything and narrow down the suspects. You two are out of the question, since you did just arrive. Got any ideas?"

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Renegade screamed as his hoof bled in agony. "Damn it...That hurts like hell. Look, I'm sorry I charged at you...couldn't control myself." the unicorn said to Bright Spark. "I was born and raised a raider. I ran away from home because I don't want to be a raider. Could you get me some medical help?"

[Blacklight 118]

As Renatus followed, a thoughtful expression grew on his face, only interrupted as he noticed the stares many of the resident's were giving Knight. " I have to admit, my pistol has seen better days." he replied as he pulled out his pistol, trying to distact Knight from the glares,  noticing how worn down the pistol was, he was amazed it was still firing. "A carbine would the best though any other Semi-auto would work as well. Though I have to ask, now that we're on the topic, what is your weapon of choice?" he asked, interested in Knight's preferred weapon. He was about to ask him about his armor as well when he felt somepony watching him, though when he glance around, he saw nothing except the town's residents going about their day. Putting that to the side, he looked up to the old and weather building with the words, Ron and Guns, written crudely in blue paint. As he peered though one of the boarded-up windows, Renatus thought, Well this must be what passes for a shop in the Wasteland...It look sooo inviting...he added sarcasticly. " I'm guessing this is it." Renatus spoke  

 

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[Sunbro 4 Lyfe 939]

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This Raider couldn't be serious it really couldn't. He comes over, yelling like madcolt, and suddenly he was apologizing?! Bright Spark knew most raiders were crazy but jeez!

"So what you're saying is that you're sorry you ran at me, and want me to help you seek medical attention? Even though you just admitted you grew up a raider?" Bright Spark wasn't impressed; if the Raider was telling the truth why would he run at Bright Spark in the first place?

Bright Spark looked over his shoulder. He knew of a trading post that he could probably get a job from. Perhaps...

"Drop the armor, and don't attack anything. I'm dropping you off at the nearest post and you can help yourself, got it?"

[Guardian Braveheart 23]

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"I guess so," I told him/her.

 

The building... Ron and Guns... just like any bucking building in the wasteland. Old, weathered down... old. You just gotta learn to appreciate it... but maybe in another year or so. 

 

"I guess for me, I do ranged guns. That's what my bad boys here do," I said, showing off my Sniper rifles. "But I also have a revolver and switchblade for close range battles. Anyways, a Carbine will be nice.Not saying it's pretty common, but I there will be some in stock."

[Blacklight 118]

" Oh and I'm guessing your very fond of them, anyway lets head inside." Renatus replied and had been in the process of opening the door when a thought suddenly struck him, leaving his hoof on the door as he turned to Knight and asked, " By the way, you wouldn't happen to know what passes for currency out here, would you?" Meanwhile, he finished opening the door, causing a small bell to ring, and held it out for Knight as he gestured to the door, " Mares first." he joked. Thinking about day before he mentally commented, The good thing though is that he's paying. I'm sure though I could have come up someway to pay  but this is much easier.

 

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[Guardian Braveheart 23]

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"Currency..." I said as we entered in the store. "Believe it or not, it's Bottle caps. And I know what you're thinking, it's weird. I know, but they still accept pre-war money, but it's a bit less in value than before."

 

We walked up to the counter. A stallion earth pony greeted us.

 

"Well hello there," he said. "Welcome to Ron and Guns. What can I get for you today?"

 

"Do you have any Carbine? or Any Semi-auto guns you have?"

 

He thought about it for a moment, and then disappeared at the back. After a few minutes, he had a bunch of guns with him.

 

"Well, I got this Service rifle from the NER. And got 9mm Sub-machine guns, 10mm Sub-machine guns, and a markspony's Carbine. Take your pick."

 

Wow, he had a lot of guns. Hmm... what to choose.

 

"Hey Renatus, since this will be your gun, how about you choose what you want," I told him.