The Vault Dweller: A Fallout Equestria story update and preview · 10:39pm May 12th, 2017
So, I wanted to give a little preview of the next chapter for The Vault Dweller: A Fallout Equestria story. I'm going to try to get this out by Sunday, and please expect it to be a little longer than the last chapter.
The Vault Dweller: A Fallout in Equestria Story
Chapter 7: No Planes, Maybe a Train, and No Automobiles
Brass Cup, or Brassie to her friends, looked at the old engine leftover from before the war. That pony Cream Pie had explained to several of them how having a working train engine would benefit the entire town. They could set up shipping lanes, cover large distances, even get new trade that they wouldn’t have before. Of course she knew all of that. The Minotaur walked around it a few times before she crawled up into the engineer’s spot and looked at the train itself.
Her father had taught her how to work with engines like this. He’d been one of the original designers of the Iron Vulture, a giant airship that, as far as she knew, was still somewhere in the sky acting as a trading post for anypony that could reach it. Of course that airship worked off of mana batteries, and that meant finding Unicorns that could charge those batteries. That hadn’t been too hard. Of course the reason she wasn’t on there was because the gryphon that helped him had turned on him.
She had barely escaped, but she remembered how her father had stayed and fought to give her the time and chance to get away. She wasn’t sure where the Iron Vulture was, but she did want to see Geist pay for what he did. She desperately wanted to see that smug bastard taken down a notch or two. Of course it would take someone crazy, lucky, and strong to do it. In truth she had hoped that the first Stable Dweller would have done it for her. But it seemed that she just missed the Vulture’s location. But this Stable Dweller that was here, well, there was certainly the chance that he could do it.
She climbed out of the train engine and looked at the Stable Dweller’s herd standing near Bronze Star. The Mayor of Railway Town looked at her.
“So Brassie, how does it look?”
She wiped her soot covered hands on her leather apron, looked at him, and gave a half smile, “Well it’s not a total loss. I could get it going. Wouldn’t take more than a day or so really, but here’s the situation. The boiler has a crack in it the size of a whorse’s gash. That’s going to take getting some good brass or copper to fix. We ain’t got much of either here.”
The herd looked at each other, “Is there someplace where there is some that can be… acquired?”
She nodded, “Sure is.”
Bronze Star looked at her and shook his head, “Brassie, no.”
She groaned, “Bronze Star, we need that train running as badly as they do. On top of that, I’d sleep a lot better if that damned thing was shut down.”
After a moment the Vault Dweller groaned and stepped forward, “What thing, and where?”
Bronze Star looked at him, “Look, I’m not going to tell you to go, but there’s a building about half a day’s travel to the east. It’s not on any map, but that doesn’t matter. No pony goes near it because they just disappear. No pony knows what it is, or what it does, but we try to stay clear of it. There’s usually some music that plays, but I don’t know what kind because I’m not dumb enough to go out there to it,” he sighed, “But Brassie is right. We could use the train going, and most likely it’s going to have all the copper we need to fix it. If you can get the copper, and shut whatever that place is down, we’ll fix the train and we’ll take you as close to the Crystal Empire as we can. Deal?”
