Okay where to begin? I guess I'll give you my side of what happened in the stable. I'll put your curiosity to rest, my mother did not face the same fate as Kiwi's. Instead I found her alone in our housing cell, with the gun pointed to her head and a bullet hole straight between her eyes. Not as... how should I put this? Appalling as what could have happened, but I am glad I found her in mostly one piece. She did little to hide herself from the invading force, but I guess Red-Eyes men had no use for a dead mare. I went around the desecrated room and tried to hold myself together, though it had never been my strong suit. Stumbling through the room, I made my way to my mother's side with tears welling up in my eyes. Sliding the debris away from her body I sat and laid my head down on her cold shoulder.

"Why did we have to leave? This is all Red-Eye's fault."

Right then and there I swore, no promised, that that fucker would get what he rightfully deserved. Right then I stood and quickly extinguished my tears. This was not the time nor place to shed tears, this was just a taste of what this new world could dish out for me and my friend. Quickly making one last sweep of the rooms I didn’t find anything of use. As I left the room, I turned out the lights behind me. The last source of light was the small pip-buck still holding onto mother's limp leg. Illuminating her face in the encroaching dark, until finally even that gave out and then the room went black.

After stumbling through a now foreign stable, I finally found what I had been looking for. The security room. After shoving a few dead bodies that had slight resemblance to the ponies I once knew, I found my way to our room of hidden supplies. I thank that horrible Overmare for one thing, she knew how to hide things. The room was huge and you could easily get lost if you didn't know your way around. Assorted canned food, guns and ammunition littered the vast shelves, it wasn’t perfect but it was certainly a start. It truly was a sight to behold, since few ponies were ever allowed access to this vault. It was almost like a hidden time capsule, ponies would put something of value to them in here as they got older. Eventually it stockpiled to be a lot of useful supplies and sentimental crap.

Honestly the only reason I knew it was here was my father. Suddenly I felt a pain in my heart, dad was the only reason I have made it even this far. First his seemingly hereditary skill with guns and combat, then his old Pip-Buck, and now the secret vault. Part of me wishes he had lived longer but at the same time I was very glad he didn't have to see mom go out like that and then suffer the same fate or worse. As I continued farther into the store room I was delighted to find ammo crates and even some weapons, some looking so old yet had never seen use. They must have been put back here when the stable was first built.

“Best go tell the others before going in anymore.” I thought.

I turned around and went back to meet the others at the front of the stable. The door to the store room started creaking open as if a quiet cry to come back.

After our little melt down in front of the girls, (which felt both embarrassing and comforting), I explained what I saw, and to no surprise, the group was in immediate agreement to explore further. We headed to the store room to explore further. Kiwi's eyes lit up at the sight of all the untouched food, immediately squeeing and sprinting to the shelves and started shoving all of it into his saddle bags. I guess he was the best of us to carry so much, being a young earth pony. Shadow and Bubble went straight to the back of the room and started there.

“Better stay away from Kiwi, I’d hate to end up in one of his saddlebags.”

Towards the back was more equipment and supplies along the lines of things that went boom. The two mares wasted no time pillaging the ammo crates and gun boxes.

“I thought you used those fancy wingblades Shadow?”

She turned around with a raised brow. “Then you should come to the conclusion I’m not getting these for me, huh?” Snorting, she turned back to her work. I shrugged, I deserved it for my lack of experience.

Trying to make myself useful, I started to look through other crates. After a few low line guns and spare parts I found something that made me want to cry. I stumbled upon a gun crate with a faded print on it. Squinting I could just make out what it said, "LAER". Carefully, I lifted the gun out of the crate and was astounded to see it in near perfect condition. Quickly wanting to keep the gun for myself I hid it in my saddle bags and went on searching.

Soon after searching every crate and every medical box we started to head out when something made a whirring sound.

“OH SHIT, WHAT DID I DO THIS TIME?” A panicked Kiwi yelled from the section of food. From the looks of it, he had picked up a dessert and triggered a switch.

Somewhere behind us a machine was waking up from a thousand year nap. We all looked back in unison as a patch of the wall slid to the side revealing a smaller room. Being the first to snap out of astonishment I started for the room. Inside was one of the most breathtaking sights the stable could offer. Shelves lined the wall and on each where thousands of, gems? What did these have to do with a store room? I walked closer to them and realized they each had a label. On one shelf there were names like Apple Tart, Squash, Cherry Pie, and even Kiwi's grandparent's names, Kiwi Tart and Lemon Tart. So Kiwi was a Jr.

“Huh. Weird.”

On another shelf I found names that hit home. My mom and my dad's names had their own gems.

Ruby Amulet and Bulletproof.

Curious I started to lift one up.

“Sapphire, no! Don’t!” Starting to feel dizzy, I noticed Shadow racing up to me.

"Pretty mare... haahaa..."

Then everything went black.

So after getting over the fucking terrifying experience that is leaving your body and entering someone else's, I tried to look around but couldn't. It was like being the pony but having no control over your movements. After I gave up trying to struggle I took note of the surroundings my host was in. It had a familiar look to it, gray stone walls, gray stone ceilings, and gray stone floors. I was back in the Stable 100. I, or I guess I should say the body I was in, was standing in the communications room. Radios lined the desk all wired up to this and that. There was a quiet static sound and something even lower than the static.

A hoof reached out to a knob on the system to turn the volume up. The whisper grew to a small shout. The voice kept repeating "Help, we need help. -clave aft- -no esca-"

The pony spoke up after a few rounds of the message, "See, we must help them! They could teach us about the outside!" A mare appeared next to him lowered her head. "You know we can't open the door. True we have no idea what waits for us out there, but this could very well be a trap."

The stallion hosting me walked around the room stopping in front of a large map. At the top were small letters Equestria. After a large sigh, he slid to his rump. Lifting up his pipbuck, and in its reflection I could finally see who's experience I was watching. The face that appeared on the screen made me want to shout, cry and smile. It was Bulletproof, staring back at me.

"What should I do? Leave them out there or break the rules and try to help them?" He felt so confused and... Angry. Then everything started to dim and finally everything went black.

I woke up on the floor, but not in the last room I remember. I quickly looked around to discover that I was in a cleaner housing room. Next to me was Kiwi and across the room was Bubble, both fast asleep. I carefully got up, trying not to wake either of the sleeping beasts. Making way to the front of the group of rooms I realized that we were in the Overmare's office. I passed the window looking out onto the auditorium that was currently a messy meat carnival. I stopped to think about what I had just stumbled upon.

So that's how he died. I remember the Overmare telling us he had given his life to further the knowledge of our beloved Stable by venturing into the treacherous Wasteland.

I sat there for quite some time, pondering about my father. It didn't take long for a certain somepony to walk up and touch my shoulder. It was the pink mare, Bubble Burst.

"You look pretty down punk. What's gotten you down?" She softly lowered herself next to me, leaning her head into my side.

I scooted over a bit hearing a resounding *thunk* of her head meeting the ground.

"Ask before you get intimate."

"Ha! Don't flatter yourself pretty boy. I'm just tired after this afternoon. Besides, I'm more interested in your green friend. He's not fully revealing what he can do, right?"

I remembered all the times Kiwi had been there to shake bullies off my tail. We were somewhat of a "Knight and Mage" relationship, he was a big beefy stallion and I used the spells.

"I don't know about his strength, he never took part in any sports. I do know for sure however that he is one of the most loyal ponies I will ever meet."

She was silent for awhile, her head just resting where I had left it. "Are you angry at Red-Eye?"

"Nothing will prevent me from taking a part in his death, no matter how small."

A small laugh escaped her muzzle.

"Spoiler alert, but I think yo-"

"Alright lovebirds, I've got a lead on that pegasus!"

Shadow placed herself between me and Burst, breaking up the conversation.

"I've had a chance to sleep on it. Why don't we check out his hidey-hole where we arrested him? We got him pretty quick, so he didn't have a chance to clean house."

Bubble Burst seemed pretty content about the idea, giving snarky looks at Shadow. I was personally all for the idea, though I could detect something slightly... off. Shadow in a hurry flew ahead of us, Burst following behind.

They both completely forgot Kiwi. He seemed very confused, but he managed to follow me out.

As I got closer to the door, I could hear shouts of anger. Two ponies arguing.

It stopped as soon as I came into view, but I already knew who it was. Shadow was in the air, crossing her hooves while Burst gave her piercing glares. Kiwi being the stallion he was tried to defuse the situation, but I remained suspicious. These two had become very interesting and I intended to get to the bottom of this.

Mage's Anger - Spell and Spell based attacks now deal an extra 10% of damage.

"A wizard is never late, Nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to."