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Fallout Equestria: Viva Las Pegasus -- Tales of New Pegasus - hailetheking



While Farsight and his group are playing the big leagues, they seem to forget about the humble New Pegasian. Enter Brawny Boulder, veteran wastelander turned guard for New Pegasus, and the adventures of the common pony in New Pegasus.

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Chapter One: Another Day in New Pegasus

Fallout Equestria: Viva Las Pegasus -- Tails of New Pegasus
Chapter One: Another Day in New Pegasus


Another day in New Pegasus begins.

How'd I know? Because of the fucking alarm clock.

*BEEP BEEP BEEP*

"ALRIGHT I GET THE FUCKING MESSAGE!"

Instead of getting up, I roll out of my bed, falling snout-first into the ground. After much effort, I slowly get up on my legs and walk to the bathroom. Classic morning routine. Wash face, comb mane (or what of it is left), brush teeth. I put on my protective leather vest, then my dress jacket over it, then my holster, and finally, I levitate my trusty shotgun into it. Not really much space to do anything else really. I did afford my own flat with the savings, since being a guard (and former Stringers enforcer) paid handsomely over the years. It has a pretty good view of Union Square from here. I can see all of the happy ponies walking around. And by happy, I mean drunk. It's 4AM and that's usually when the party-goers head home in New Pegasus. A chestnut-colored stallion with a white mane was stumbling around in a top hat with a pretty young mare. Oh how times changed. A few years back, if my gang and I saw those two, one of us would be wearing a top hat while the rest having fun with that mare in a back alley. Now, we see their likes all the time, along with people like us. Freedom Fielders, they called us. The "lower class". Those who couldn't afford fancy suits and wore everyday clothes like shirts and jackets. Well, not what I'm wearing, but that's different. I'm a guard. Celestia knows why we need to guards because one, nothing ever happens anymore and two, we have a bunch of robots with giant lasers prancing around.

No cause in stalling I s'pose. I make my way through the crowd and into the Strip. As I walk towards a quaint, white building in the Strip, which was newly painted and reconstructed, I see two ponies in business suits augmented with hardened leather vests underneath, with rifles on their sides sitting side by side in front of an imposing looking steel door.

"Hey! Sandy Aegis! Buckton!" I called out!

Apparently, they had both fallen asleep because the second I yelled the suddenly stood upright and Aegis shouted "Yes ma'am, reporting for duty!"

I laughed and said "Calm down you little foals, it's just me, and it's 4AM."

"Oh, it's 4AM?" replied Aegis, who was a dark-brown stallion with a caramel colored spiky mane. He just started out in the Stringers when this Farsight fella showed up. I never really got to know him till we both became guards.

"Sweet!" cried Buckton! I could see the bags under his eyes. I'm glad I got the day shift. "Alright old timer, I'm gonna hit the hay till my shift calls. See ya oldie. See ya Aegis!"

"Alright Buck." Aegis muttered, sounding like a zompony. I'm not quite sure he's fully awake yet. "Right Boulder, I'm headed home. Where's Sundown?"

"Late as usual."

"Aww, sucks for you. Why'd an old veteran like you not be pissed at him?"

"Come on Aegis, he's a colt. I mean, he's even younger than you!"

"That's true, he's as old as the boss lady."

"Yeah. Now skiddadle. Get some rest."

"Hah, you're a good man Brawny Boulder, good man."

Brawny Boulder. That's me. People call me Boulder, Ol' Brawny, or Bould Spot. Apparently, the name fits, because like a boulder, I was gray and bulky. That last nick name though was because of my receding maneline. Oh what a shame, it used to be like a long flowing river of silver beauty when I was a colt. Before I got involved with the family business. Before the debt. Before the gangs. Before the turf war. Before the unification.

I had been lost in my memories for a good whole hour when I faintly heard a soft voice beside me. "Hey Boulder..."

I looked and saw my partner Desert Sundown. It was pretty hard to see him. His vibrant orange fur blended in perfectly with the rising sun and his sandstone mane could have easily been mistaken for ground. He approached his post and took a seat without making a sound. The young stallion sat perfectly still, as he always has. Timid young fella, but I've trusted him for a long time. Sundown was barely a stallion. I'd say he was too young to be holding a hunting rifle at his side but I can't really say that since I gave him that hunting rifle 10 years ago. We kind of have a history.

"Hey Boulder." The soft-spoken pony's voice threw me off of my own thoughts.

"What is it Sundown? See anything?" I asked. He never says anything if it's not important.

"Do you think we'll see the boss?"

I couldn't help but smile a bit. That colt was hopeless.

"You know she's big-time. I hear she's real close to the head of LP."

"Like, really close?"

"Haha, don't freak out kiddo. As in, family close. Though some rumours have circulated..."

"Oh..." The sadness on his face made me realize I had said too much.

"Come on kiddo, I'm just messin'!" I didn't have the guts to tell him that even if the boss were single, she'd be way out of his league. "Anyway, we got at least 3 hours until things start kickin' off. We got time to talk about something else."

"Like how the brig was this time?" Sundown smirked.

Kiddo really knew how to push my buttons. Guess I taught him too well.

"Well, Brass Badge was pretty damned pissed to see me back again. Although he is surprised that the suspect wasn't killed during my interrogation this time."

"I'm pretty sure he was just a junkie who got lost."

"Hey, I'm just a pony, I make mistakes. We should leave this to the robots."

"Robots can't tell if someone is suspicous-looking. That's why we need instinct."

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

I think I saw a faint smile on Sundown's face, right before his classic 'shining knight' oh dear, we must save that poor mare face. He just loved proving me wrong. We ran towards the scream then we saw a crazy looking junkie with scars all over his body gripping on to the purse of a middle-aged unicorn, who was pale blue with a purple mare. "Oh, thank Celestia you showed up! Get him off of me!" she yelled as she tried to magically pull her purse away from the junkie. "NOOOOOO!" the crazed pony cried. "My Sweetie Belle is in there! My very own Sweetie Belle!"

"Sweetie Belle?" muttered Sundown in disbelief. "What's this nutjob talking about Quillheart?"

Quillheart, the secretary for the Spokespony for the city board, replied, "I don't fucking know! JUST GET HIM TO STOP, PLEASE."

I felt Sundown tried to turn to me to ask for help, but I think he saw me since he shouted "Boulder, DON'T!"

I had already gone for a charge while Quillheart was bitching about, with my shotgun readily floating beside me, but the blunt, metal reinforced end facing towards the psycho.

"Wha-?" was all I heard him whimper before I heard the sweet sound of a muzzle cracking which let me know that I had connected.

THUD! The sound he made when he fall was a symphony.

CRRCK! CRRCK! CRRCK! Everytime I had smashed my shotgun on his face towards the floor ade music to my ears. The tiny spasms he had with every strike gave me a chill to the spine. The crimson flowing out of his mouth were like beautiful paint splatters in my eyes.

CRRCK! CRRCK! CRRCK!

I heard distant noises, that sounded like shouting.

CRRCK! CRRCK! CRRCK!

The look of desperation in his small, teal eyes was truly magnificent.

CRRCK! CRRCK! CRRCK!

All of a sudden, I felt two hooves restrain my front hooves. "BOULDER! WHAT THE FUCK! I TOLD YOU TO STOP! DIDN'T YOU HEAR!?" Sundown yelled in horror. I looked at what I had done. The junkie was had nothing but a bloody mess for a face. I looked back and saw Quillheart just look at me, mouth agape. Well, shit. I did it again.

"Well, it was justified." I reasoned. "We are authorized to use lethal force against a harmful element. And he was bloody harmful." I got them. They couldn't argue with me there. Miss QuUillheart couldn't have me court-marshalled again, since it was her crabby old flank I saved. "Let's just get back to our post."

Sundown simply shrugged it off and found no reason to argue. Quillheart just stood there for a while longer as we walked away. When I turned to her, I saw try to open her mouth in protest, but I guess she couldn't really say anything since this time, it wasn't some random vendor or a lost tourist. Man, these people know not much about how it was out there, before all this. Well, I couldn't blame them. Quillheart had been in the Strip before the unification. And for some reason, Sundown never approved of my 'heartless' ways. Oh well, at least this had been an eventful morning where I don't end up getting shit from Brass Badge. Quillheart had already walked into the building and Sundown went ahead of me, plooped on his post, then fell asleep.

I settled in my post then levitated a thermos out of a saddlebag I keep there. I poured coffee in a cup, magically heated it, and then I took a sip as I watched the streets began to fill slowly.

Another day in Las Pegasus begins.

Author's Note:

I’m the kind of guy who’s indifferent to a lot of things. Those things I do like though, are really a passion. So this is my first time writing a story ever, but I hope you like it. Heads up to S3rb4n for giving a great fanfic as a base and permission and guidance for this story. This is just a preview, FYI. I plan on making this a full story that can still be considered 'canon' up to a point.