//------------------------------// // Amici Et Super Regna // Story: Fallout Equestria: Templar of The Brotherhood // by Dracosaurian //------------------------------// Location: Ponyville Ruins; Realm: Equestria 40; Time: 12:30; Day: July 20; Month: July; Year: 1240 The moment John finished the sentence, the ground started rumbling. A rupture in the ground appeared ten feet away and started moving closer. "Oh no..." Iron muttered. "What do you mean 'oh no'?" John asked worriedly. "Hellhound..." A huge, black, lupine figure leaped out of the ground. It landed in front of them revealing it to be a werewolf-like figure with black fur and yellow eyes. It snarled at them and slammed its fists into the ground blasting John and Iron out of the way. The landed a few meters away. They slowly got up and Iron's grenade machinegun started revolving. John saw that his HUD showed his armor going to a dark yellow color. 'Shit.' John cursed mentally. He got up and removed his minigun and the barrel started revolving as well. They both opened fire on the Hellhound that started charging towards them with both claws raised. John's bullets merely bounced off of the Hellhound's thick hide, while Iron's grenades hit, but barely did damage to it. They dodged a swipe from it and ran for cover in a house. Luckily, the door was made of metal and had a plank of wood to keep it shut. John slammed the door and quickly put the plank. "How do you kill that thing?!" John shouted. "I don't know! I was never trained for this!" Iron panicked. John looked around the room and saw a bow and arrow propped up on a wall. John walked over and picked them up. “Why is there a bow and arrow here?” John asked. “Well whatever it is put it down and help me block this door!” Iron shouted pushing a couch to the door. “Wait. It says say your name and ask for the Hunter or the Goddess.” “If it’ll help us, then do it!” “I am John Alexander Quinton and I need the Hunter!” John shouted. A loud thundering boom came from outside overhead. The sound of the building next door falling into rubble. The Hellhound stopped throwing itself against the door and let out a screech as it jumps over toward its new prey. It then lets out a call of pain before falling silent. A knock then comes from the door that John and Iron had blocked. “Who’s there?” John asks. “The tooth fairy.” comes the highly sarcastic male voice from outside the door. “I’m the one that you just called.” Iron and John remove the couch and plank and open the door. Instead of the Hellhound, a tall male human wearing a long cloak of flowing prismatic colors, and a long bow upon his back. His face showed age and wisdom within the man’s eyes and his salt and peppered beard. “So which one of you is the Displaced?” he asks. “What’s a Displaced?” Iron asked. “To put it simply it’s whichever one of you wasn’t born in this world.” The man states, “In a more complicated way of telling you, a Displaced is what happens when some all powerful, almost godlike entity picks you up and has thrown you into the quaint little land of Equestria.” “Like through a portal or something?” John asked. “That part doesn’t matter, what’s important is that you are now somewhere you weren’t native to.” the man explains as he turns and looks at the ruins around them, “Did a dragon come through here?” “You’ve never heard of The Great War? The entirety of Equestria was wiped out by megaspell bombs.” Iron said. “And didn’t you just hear me talking about other worlds and how I’m from one?” the man asks Iron as he crouches down to his eye level. “And I hope you’re thinking really hard about how tough that armor of yours is little pony.” Iron glared from inside his helmet and didn’t respond. “Back to the topic at hand. I guess, I am the Displaced.” John answered. “Like most Displaced are.” the man says then standing back up and looking at John, “I am Shobbit O’Gale, Dragon Ranger of Alvinailey. What’s your name kid?” “John Alexander Quinton of the Templars of Steel, Equestrian Wasteland Chapter.” John said. “Alright then now that introductions are out of the way let’s go find somewhere nicer to talk than some old ruins.” Shobbit says as he turns and starts to walk down the ruined street. John and Iron follow him as he leads them to an old house and they go inside it. ______________________________________________________________________ Location: Ponyville Hardware Store; Realm: Equestria 40; Time: 1:45; Day: July 20, Wednesday; Month: July; Year: 1240 Shobbit, Iron and John sat around a table. From within his cloak Shobbit pulled out a coffee pot setting it on the table. “So I’ll go ahead and just say it, you’re pretty much stuck here.” Shobbit said as he starts to prep the coffee inside the pot getting it ready to start brewing. “The only way you can travel around is by making a Token much like the bow you found and used to call me. Now, I plan on sticking around and helping you by teaching you how to use your new powers and magic. My only request is that you allow me to travel as I please and hunt down the dragons of this world.” he said as his cloak goes red as he puts his hands under the coffee pot and starts a small fire. “But I’ve heard rumors about Spike, the assistant of Twilight Sparkle the Ministry Mare of the Ministry of Arcane Sciences, is still alive. If those rumors are true, don’t kill him.” Iron said. “Goes to show no matter what sort of world I’m dragged to by that god forsaken Token, that little priss and her friends are around.” Shobbit says with a sigh as he pulls two cups out from inside his cloak and set them on the table. “Now for you John you need to make a decision, shall you go find Celestia or whoever the horse says is in charge and let them know you mean no harm, or will you stay in hiding until they come and find you?” “Celestia has been dead for over two hundred years. Equestria has been split up so much, even a single house is territory for somepony else.” Iron said. Shobbit looks at Iron before saying “I never got your name, and if what you say is true then that means she won’t be breathing down me or my kingdom’s shoulders.” “It’s Iron Works and what kingdom?” “The Kingdom of Alvinailey.” Shobbit said as he poured himself a cup of coffee. “Oh.” “So, since Celestia is dead, who do I talk to now. Raiders are out of the question and the Steel Rangers are probably hostile to me since I have Iron, a former Steel Ranger outcast.” John said. “I have heard that there is a group of other Rangers, called Applejack’s Rangers. Applejack being the Ministry Mare of the Ministry of Wartime Technology. They’re different from the Steel Rangers mainly because instead of the Steel Rangers hoarding tech like a dragon hoards gems, they protect ponies like the Steel Rangers were supposed to do during the war. They might be able to help us.” Iron replied. “Do as you will kid, my first bit of advice would be to get better equipment.” Shobbit says as he slowly sipped on his coffee, “You can have a cup John.” “You mentoned Tokens earlier. How do you make them?” John asked as he took a cup of coffee. “My sister made mine, I’ll call her to come and make you one once you’ve done a few things here in this Equestria. You have to know the basics before I just give you the reins of the cart.” “Ok.” John replied. “Now then I’m going to give you a list of tasks and I want them done before I help you get that Token of yours.” Shobbit says then raising a hand to start counting on his fingers, “One, Gather together the six Elements of Harmony, that’s Applejack, Fluttershy, Pinkie Pie, Rarity, Rainbow Dash, and Twilight Sparkle. Two, I want you to get some slightly better equipment. Three, I want you to figure out what sorts of powers and magic you now have and practice a little, next time we meet I will help you train those things you discover.” “I’ve got the second and third one down already. My bag has a bunch of weapons, meds, armor and miscellaneous stuff in it and I'm an Angel of God.” John said. “Great… a religious nut.” Shobbit says hanging his head, “I don’t believe in gods just so you know, I’ve killed too many and my sister became a Goddess, so don’t you dare try converting me to your religion.” “Oooookaaayyyyy…” "The Bearers are all dead and the Elements went missing after the war." Iron said. "Well that complicates things. Just see if you can figure out where they are. I will be back when you finish these tasks. Take my token if you ever need help." Shobbit said handing over the bow and arrow and John put it in his bag, "I must return to my world now. To send me back say, 'Shobbit our contract is complete.'." "Sure. Shobbit our contract is complete." John said as a portal appeared behind Shobbit. "I wish you luck in your endeavors. Until next time." Shobbit said as he went in. "So Iron, where is the closest outpost of Applejack's Rangers?" John asked.