• Published 25th Apr 2015
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Fallout Equestria: The Mare behind the Curtain - KiloDel



Join an Enclave Engineer as he is sent on a mission into the Equestrian Wasteland to bolster the Enclave's Navy. But when things go wrong Wink discoverer's his mission, and possibly his entire life, is a lie.

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Chapter 1 What goes up

PEGASKIES CORPORATION M29 OPERATING SYSTEM
COPYRIGHT 2015-2015 KILODEL
-Fallout Equestria: The Mare Behind the Curtain-

FoE: TMBC: Chapter 1
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“We have some bad news everypony. Luna’s school for gifted unicorns was assaulted today in an atrocious terrorist,” the ancient recording was cut off, finally able to rest its long dead voice. The airwaves though, would see no such rest as new voices came to fill the void.

“Oh shoot. Was the audio-in cable we pulled?” a light female voice echoes over a dozen radio sets across Equestria’s North Eastern cities, “Did we just break the transmitter? Oh no do you have any idea how much trouble we are going to be in if we just trashed the system!” panic seeps into her voice.

“No, no the transmitters fine, its still is broadcasting,” the sound of a deeper calibre, that of a stallion, interrupts the mare, “See, it is simply broadcasting different audio, probably a backup system of some sort.”

“Oh good,” there is a stillness lasting a few moments until the mare’s fresh voice comes on again, “Its broadcasting from this mike. They can hear us can’t they?”

“They what? Then we have to turn it off. This is a need to know operation,” the calm tone of the male gives way to one more agitated.

“We can’t do that, if we broadcast nothing no pony will know to stay tuned or even were to find the station,” the mare pleads.

“Too bad, they can channel serf this ends now,” and with that, the centuries old radio station went dead.
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Wink could hear the faint tick tick ticking of his old clock as the more annoying alarm continuously chimed announcing the dawn of a new day. The first thing he noted as his conscious mind began rebooting was he had slept in an odd position probably sprawled halfway off his bed. The headache he could currently feel suggested he had quite a heavy night of drinking. He could not quite remember much from the night before, so it was probably a fairly good one. That’s when it dawned on him. Wink owned a prewar alarm clock from the Radiation Queen company, it had a distinctive low buzz to it. It was a very nice clock to wake up to as it was not to harsh on the ears. That was no his clock.

“Ohhhh,” the voice of a mare cooed, “Wink, are you alright?”

‘Okay,’ Wink thought as he struggled to get himself of the floor, ‘You had a party, hooked up with a nice girl, and are now at her house. Play it cool,’ upon opening his eyes he realized one of the wonderful facts of life. Sometimes no matter how sound your theory, and no matter how well it fits with evidence. It can still be oh so wrong.

Wink found himself in a pile of ammo creates in the aft section of a very damaged sky wagon. Struggling to get up he heard the sound of glass breaking, looking down he saw the shattered dome of his radiation suit’s helmet and a ticking geiger counter.

“No,” panic leaked into Winks voice, “Mirage, we are in an irradiated area and my containment suit is compromised! I am going to turn into a hideous monster and die!”

“Then here, have some ‘Anti-hideous-monster’ pills,” Mirage countered tossing a container of Rad-X his way, “Take two,” looking around the wreckage she makes her way over to a guard to help him up as a few other’s on their team collect themselves.

Looking around the damaged wagon, wink paces as rads slowly click on, ‘I am a Pegasus, I fly. I soar,’ “I’m Meant To Fly.” Just then an awful sensation washes over him, a feeling like the entire planet is creeping up his legs. The feeling of solid ground. Living in the clouds the floors Wink was used to standing on always had some sort of give, and the few solid things his hooves ever made contact with, like the sky wagon’s now very mangled frame, were thin and floating. This sensation, of that him being firmly mounted on a fixed foundation, made Wink feel like he was going to be squished into the ground and flattened. Least to say he panicked.

“This is too too much,” shouting to Ruse as his wings beat his tired form into the sky above the crash sight, “I’ll go scout around. You know look for supplies,” ‘Anything to get off the ground.’

Big Mistake

You know when you do something that seems like such a good idea at the time but it isn’t? When you are so shaken up you do things without thinking? Well now would be one of those moments. That’s what our dented environmental suit clad engineer thought as he gazed from the sky down on a sizable group of six or seven happy looking ponies. “Spiky happy looking ponies,” he said under his breath.

One of the many technological enhancements given to enclave troops via their power armor would be hearing. So it was no surprise to see the guards look up to Mirage as he said this. No the surprise came when he was shot.

The feeling of being on the ground now seemed about %20 better then the feeling of bullets tearing through him. “Help! Backup! AAHHH!!!” Thud.

“GET HIM!” one shouted running around the buildings to get a clear shot at the group, as the enclave troopers scrambled to form a defensive line around the crash site.

“It’s more of those Pegasi Punks!” a fifthly earth pony dressed from head to hoof in leather called. It was swinging an axe running for the group. Bullets fired and the odd rock was hurled at the pegasi guards. Resulting in several tings and taps off their armor. Shrugging the three of them opened fired with twin laser battle saddles crimson light streaming towards the not too nice greeting party.

“Wait! What are you doing!” Mirage could not believe it, yes these ponies shot him, and yes he did feel like he would die at any moment but they where so under powered. It wasn’t a fair fight. “Stop Stop!” he shouted as Ruse gave him the most ‘are you mad?’ face he could. Then one of the rocks exploded. Then another, then there were two guards left. “Never mind! Don’t Stop!”

And they didn’t. Bullets flew left and right, ‘they can’t aim very well can they?’ but the lasers stayed true. Within minutes the battle was over and the party crept toward the now dead ponies. Mirage crept out and meandered toward them with Ruse and Wink rushing to the fallen troopers, side. Or at least most of it, Mirage didn’t want to think about that, no he wanted to think about the ponies that downed him, and his wagon.

The first pony he came to had a gasmask on and what looked like a cross between a gardener’s uniform and hoof ball gear He slowly pushed the pony over to get at its gun. “Okay it definitely is a gardener’s uniform and hoof ball gear,” he rolled his eyes at that. “Eww.” The thing was caked in burnt blood lifting the obviously repaired fire arm Mirage popped open the magazine. “Yep.” He said pulling out a few rounds and looking at one of the shells. “I’d know these anywhere.” Looking to one of the remaining pegasi guards he tossed the small munitions to him. “Cullen, Do you know what this is?”

“It’s a 9 mm,” Cullen retorted trying to catch the bullet but failing as the bit to his battle saddle got in the way. It wasn’t of any use to him any ways, its not like it was a battery.

“No its not. It’s a bullet,” Seriously, he is part of the military and he can’t tell the difference between a maretric measurement and a bullet? How have they survived all these years?

“Facehoofing Cullen and the other guard took to the sky, ‘They can do that because they have armor. Armor I don’t have. And in speaking of things I lack,’ Mirage slowly removed the gas mask from the pony and inspected it. “My helmet might be damaged but I can improvise, the earth pon- uh never mind,” slipping the gas mask on was harder then he guessed, it took three tried before his ears and eyes felt comfortable beneath it.

‘Now to repair our wagon,’ he tried to say, although what he actually said was, “Mmoow mo uair dur ummmmrum.” Turns out ventilators filter sound and radioactive particles.

“What?” Winked asked.

“Ummur do urrrair ohmmm errmun”

“You’re going to have to run that by me again.” This was going to be a long day.

Author's Note:

Note to self, don't name your main character after something you almost always mess the spelling up for. Even if its a short name.

I know its not too good, I'm aiming for first person narration that isn't thought based, but I'm having trouble with it.

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