//------------------------------// // Tango // Story: Fallout Equestria: All Clear // by Chemtest //------------------------------// The shotgun’s bang fills the air, and the unfortunate stallion in front of it drops. The unicorn mare behind the gun shoves a few more shells into it. Her coat, once the color of the ocean, now looks like Wasteland water. Her hoof collides with the gun, the metal bouncing off of it. She sighs, and tries again, still not used to reloading with the damned metal. She gets down, and starts to loot the body of the trader. After pulling out all of his caps, she brushes her hair out of her eyes. The dirty green hair complies, and allows her light red eyes to see. After that, she decides to holster her shotgun on top of her leather armor. She is interrupted from stealing the trader’s gun by a thud behind her. She twirls around, only to see a huge stallion smiling at her. His ashen coat and grey hair mixed with his green eyes make him seem just as unsettling as he acts. He nods, “Got a suprise for ya.” She smiles back, “A suprise from Necro? Musta pissed something off.” He throws a body in front of her. A stallion, but the top half of him is cut off. He laughs, “Always thought you’d want a topless stallion for your twenty first!” She laughs, and looks back at Necro, “How long have you waited to use this?” He smiles, “Since the last time we visited Merchant.” She nods, “I like that, good one right there. What’d the poor cunt do to ya?” He kicks the corpse, “Fucker threw a fire bottle at me.” She clicks, and nods, “Right, yeah, can understand why you did this to the poor cunt.” She picks up her bag of loot, “You and Canni gonna have a party with him?” He grins, “You bet. She always likes it more when they’re two stallions.” She shakes her head, “Remind me to never go into you’s guys house.” He shrugs, “Ah, come on, Cleary, you never know if you don’t try.” She starts to walk back to their base, “Exactly, I don’t wanna know.” He follows after her, carrying his own bag of loot, and the body, “We just make full use of the body.” She shakes her head, “I’ve smelled around ya building, I know how fuckin disgusting that shit smells. I’ll just stick with Boss.” He smiles, “I think you’ll make a great replament for him.” She shrugs, “If I don’t die first.” He laughs, “You die first?! Cleary, you are the Boss’s superior in every way. His smarts, his ruthlessness, his physicality, all are below yours. He punch something, he’s gonna have a hurtin’ hoof. You’s don’t exactly have that problem on twenty five percent of your hooves. I might want that upgrade myself. Any idea what happened to Vlad?” She smiles, “Shot off two of his legs and left him to die. Cunt didn’t even try to make the operation painless.” He nods, “Shoulda expected some along those lines. To think you got this far. We could barely even get you to shoot someone charging us at the beginning!” She nods, “Yeah, I was a foal and a cunt, what’d ya expect? Mind was clouded by some sorta mercy that got in my way. Mighta been from the time before your guys found me.” He smiles, and bumps her shoulder, “But look at ya now! You just sacked an entire caravan with only one helper!” She smiles, and bumps Necro back, “Yeah, yeah, don’t downplay yourself. If you and Canni wanted, you could kill Boss and I easily.” He shakes his head, “You doubt yourself too much. Your skills with the boomstick are far greater than mine with slashy. I charge at you, then you can pull the trigger and I’m gone. Come on, you got all the protection back there, I only got this one cunt.” She continues moving forward, “Yeah, well, Wasteland causes excellence.” He smiles, “Think about it. You’re this skilled at only twenty one and no magic? Once you unlock that bloody magic and gain a few more years of experience, you’ll be unstoppable. Raven himself would shudder in his boots!” She smiles, “Well, now that he’s back, I could test that. If he ain’t already dead from that whole fight up at New Crystal.” He laughs, “We can check. Boss’ll listen to us. Imagine how much loot must be there! We could be rich for the rest of our lives!” She laughs with him, “Ah, but then life’d be too easy. Gotta stay poor, make it a challenge.” All Clear looks in the distance at the encampment in the distance. She smiles, and prepares to present the Boss with her loot. Fifteen years, and Boss has yet to ever be disappointed. ——— Boss smiles as he looks over the new pistol from the caravan, “Look’s like NCR quality. Military.” He slides in a bullet, and fires off a shot, “Very good. High quality. Just like you.” Clear smiles at the Boss’s compliment, “Thanks, Boss. Now, I think Canni is making special dinner tonight. I’d better go get a drink before Necro drinks all of it.” Boss nods, “Right, you are turning twenty one today, aren’t you? Don’t worry, I told Canni to make the best dish she can. One that doesn’t involve pony.” He smiles, “But, that’s not the special part of today. Cleary, I want you to come to my room tonight. I have a suprise for you.” She smiles, “Let me guess. Something like the ‘suprises’ Canni and Necro give out?” He nods, “But a lot more alive, and a lot more fun. I’ve know you’ve waited fifteen years to experience it, and I do not plan to disappoint.” She nods, “I’ll make sure to be there, then. Come on now, Bossy, let’s celebrate over a glass of whiskey.” ——— Clear lays upon Boss’s bed, spread out and lounging. He’s probably out there helping Canni to clean up the dishes. But, Clear is smart, and knew that he wanted her back here, preparing. After a while’s wait, Boss finally walks in the door. He closes it behind him, and starts to shed his armor. He even takes off his pistol, and places it right next to Clear’s shotgun, the same one he owned before. He pours two classes of wine, and hands one to Clear, “To our prosperity.” They both drink, and she smiles, “You know, I had an idea. What if we were to move into Raven’s new nation?” She holds up her hooves, “I know it sounds crazy, but think about it. We could be the Capony of the new age! You, me, Canni and Necro; riding around, robbing banks, killing police, and paying off the judges. We’d be legends for our criminals of the future to look up to.” He smiles, “That doesn’t sound like too bad of an idea. We can talk it over more in the morning. For now, we have a show to put on.” He is interrupted by three bangs on the door. He gets up, and grabs the shotgun. He prepares to fire, and flings the door open. A series of bangs come out, but they aren’t from his weapon. Small bullets pierce through him. He gasps, and his instincts cause him to lift his shotgun. He is stopped by a louder bang, and a new hole in his head. A tall stallion strides into the room, revolver pointing all around. He wears a long, brown duster on top of his already brown coat. He has short black hair, and bright green eyes. His eyes eventually meet Clear’s, and he holsters his revolver, “Mare on the bed, naked, not hard to imagine what was going on here.” He smiles kindly, and takes off his sheriff’s hat, “Do not worry, you are now free.” A pegasus filly flies in above him, grey and with a cutie mark of a lot of arrows. She carries a well polished assault rifle, “Wait, question first. There any other raiders in this camp?” Clear nods in fear, and decides to play along with their beliefs, “There’s two others! They’re the cunts who dragged me here.” She gets up, and puts on her armor. She grabs her shotgun, “Allow me to take care of them.” The two follow after her, believing her act. She walks up to the other building, and fires her shotgun in the air as she approaches. She opens the door, and charges in, leaving the two outside. Inside, Canni and Necro are climbing through their escape tunnel. Necro looks up, and spots Clear, “Cleary, come on!” She shakes her head, “Go, now! I’ll trick them!” Canni pokes her head up from the tunnel, her smiles still containing bits of flesh, “Where will we meet?” She thinks quickly, “Merchant’s warehouse up near New Crystal! Go, I’ll meet you there as quick as possible!” The two fully get down the tunnel, and Clear walks outside. She makes her face contort into one of rage, “They got away before I even got in.” She sighs, “Name’s Clear, who are you two?” The stallion smiles, and flicks his hat back on, “I’m Courier, and this is Bedlam.”