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// Pip and Tia watch Ripping and tearing, then talk myths and legends 
// Story: Fallout: Equestria - Pip and Tia 
// by starwars90001 
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The Sun yellow mare dressed in combat armor gallop through the street, dodging and weaving as gunfire follows her. As she approached an alleyway the sound of something wisting caused her to bank off from her current path, and not too soon after did a rocket impact the alleyway she was just headed towards. The mare’s horn flared up in a golden haze, a bubble of similar color surrounded her by two rifles floated in magical grips beside her.

From above a Griffin held a smoking RPG, she quickly switched that out of a rifle that looked like the size of a pony. Besides her two pegasi wielding sniper rifles took potshots at the unicorn mare that harmlessly bounced off her shield. Below them packs of raiders galloped towards the mare, wielding crude melee weapons in their teeth or magic.

The yellow mare just looked at this, instead high tailing it out there like any sane creature would do she stood her ground. Staring up to the sky she let out a loud warcry that could be heard for miles away. “Souls for Celestia, blood for Luna!” With a loud boom that could shatter glass, the griffin fired the rifle, sending the bird back a few feet. The bullet flew through the air with blinding speed toward the mare. But when it hit it only found the asphalt, the mare was completely gone.

The attackers stop to look around for their target, the pagsi darting off to scout the area. They all stopped when a golden flash appeared with the mare in the middle of the raiders with several different types of weapons drawn: two miniguns, two assault rifles, three pistols, and five fire axes. “Let’s get groovy.”

The first raider victim, a white earth pony buck, was smashed upside the head by one of the axes. Another raider not far from where the appeared got her legs blown out by two pistols. A group of four raiders tried to flank her only to be torn apart by a Hellstrom of bullets that set the junkyard around them on fire. One of the pegasuses swapped down toward, taking aim as he went. Only to have their left-wing blown out by the combined firepower of two assault rifles.

The griffin tried to line up another shot, but the yellow mare circle strafe around the junkyard, dodging and weaving as she killed raider after raider. Any pony that was lucky enough to get close to her tried to get a jab in only to get their muzzle smashed in by the mare’s forehooves. One kick from the mare seemed strong enough to slap a whole jaw bone off. 

The other pegasus flew towards her, this one throwing down two apple-shaped devices down toward the mare. As she was stomping on the head of an unfortunate raider she looked up and saw the devices approaching, wraping both them and the pegasus in her magic she crushed them into each other. With a rainbow flash, they exploded into an art piece of smoke, gore, and body parts. 

Finally, the griffin threw the rifle aside and flew to an open space of the junkyard. Throwing down all her guns she looked at the yellow mare shouting. “Slayer, I AM HERE! FACE ME!” The griffin put claws on her talons that looked like they could cut through steel.

The yellow mare appeared a yard away from her, staring down she dropped every weapon, then opened a bag from around the strap her waist, floating a silver baseball that glowed beautifully in her magical grip. “Let’s end this Maria, one Warrior to another! The best of the Death Herd vs the Best of the Blood Talons!’

They both stared at each other sizing the other up as they got their weapons ready, both took battle stances as minutes passed. Finally, they rushed each other, the yellow mare dodge out of the way of the griffin’s claws, delivering a jab with the bud of the bat to her gut. The griffin took it, using the opening to reach for the mare, grabbing her by the mane bringing her up to slam her to the ground. The mare hit the dirt with a resounding smack, the air getting knocked out of her. The griffin tries to slash at her but the mare recovered quickly, rolling out of the way of the attack.

Grabbing her bat she smacked the griffin up the side of her head. Twisting around the mare buck the griffin in the leg, bending it a bit. The griffin turned around and returned the favor, swapping at the mare’s flank tearing through the armor off then snatching the flesh underneath. Revealing a cutie mark of a cute rabbit with guns.

The mare drove away from her attacker then turned to face her. Floating the baseball to her face she looked at the griffin with a shit-eating grin on her face. The griffin returned the expression, preparing her claws for the final rush. The mare lifted the baseball bat above her head then shouted at the top of her lungs a battlecry that could pierce the heavens.

The pair rushed each other, despite their injuries, despite their exhaustion, claws met bat in a dance of chaotic violence as the two clashed. Sparks flew from each perry, the land around the lit up at each clash, it was like watching two knights battle it out for the fate of the world. Fire started around sparks that flew on junk, burning the trashing into a glorious circle for their battle. The surviving raiders were watching, taking bets on who would win.

Finally, the griffin knocked the bat away with a slash, the griffin seeing her chance flung herself at the mare. The yellow mare leaped forward to meet her advance, the griffin went in for the kill; it was at that moment that the mare’s hooves were encased in a golden glow. With a leap that shattered the ground below her the mare shot toward the griffin like a bullet, the merc warrior took one jab at the mare but missed below her. The mare connected a punch so strong it sent the merc flying through the air and landing outside of the fire.

The hardened merc looking lay unmoving as the yellow mare parted the flames and trotted towards her. The mare stood over the griffin, a murderous expression written on her face. With a roar she brought both forehooves down on the griffin’s head, with a sickening smash the griffin’s head was cave in. But the mare didn’t stop, she kept going smashing the griffin over and over again as she kept screaming.  

Finally when the bird's body was pasta on the ground she stared up at the sky and roared with a voice no pony should have. “BlOOD FOR LUNA!!!!!!”

The raiders who survived her rampage stood in fear and awe, some reeled back at the loud shout the mare gave. When she stopped yelling she turned her gaze towards the remaining raiders, who galloped away as if the grim reaper was coming for them.

The mare just laughed in mad glee.

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Little Pip just stared at the sight, her head cock in the most dumfounded way imagine. Pip couldn’t process the last ten minutes let alone the last hour. Celestia too stood beside her with a more confused looked on her face.

“Celestia do you see this?” Pip could almost find no words to describe what she witnessed. “What have I been watching for the past hour?”

Celestia herself didn't have any answers. “Sometimes Pip things happen in the world for which sound more like fiction than reality.”

Even in an artificial reality Pip still felt her legs go numb as the events she just witnessed broke her in more ways than one. “Celestia.”

“Yes.”

“Are the towers broken?” Pip needed to know whether she was crazy or just seeing things.

“Sometimes things happen that not even your eyes can believe Pip.” Celestia was no stranger to events like these, she had seen and heard of stories of great heroes pulling off impossible feats. The idea of this yellow warrior mare being a one pony army wasn’t a new idea to her, but for Pip, it was breaking gears in her head.

“I just watched a mare single hoofly destroy a small army wielding like 20 weapons at the same time. Just saying that sounds like a bad Sword mare comic.” Pip ran through the last hour over and over again, it seemed like a fever dream.

What started out as normal wasteland watching quickly got interesting when both mares spotted bands of ponies along with griffin mercs creeping through the ruins of a suburb. They approached an old hospital building from all sides, taking up firing positions but not charging the old building. Instead, the griffin who seemed to be leading them barked orders at ponies in strange black slink armor who climbed the building and entered through the roof. Only when those two ponies were thrown, burning and screaming, from a window on the third floor did the Griffin order all ponies to storm the building.

What followed was the chaos of gunfire, explosions, and screaming as the former hospital became a battleground. Some of the cameras in the building still worked so Pip decided to see what the situation was like, what she was met with was the Yellow mare creating a bloodbath through the ponies that came after her.

When they tried to corner her, she power through them. When they set up kill zones, she used the bodies of their allies as shields, making Pip question why she didn’t just teleport behind them. When Griffin leading outside lost her nerve, she commanded them simply to collapse the structure.

One would think that would work but instead, the mare had escaped through a back alley, killing a small group of attackers as she went. A bloody chase through the suburb followed, with the mare ambushing them at various points.

Had Pip heard this instead of seeing it she would say it was exaggerated to hell and back. She had seen ponies pull off great feats before, but they all seemed logical. This looked like something out of a game she and Celestia played. “Do you know who she is?”

Celestia went deep into thought. “I think…” A lightbulb seemed to click in Tia’s head. “Yeah, I know this mare, from DJ-Pon3 reports that happened a few years before you left your Stable. She is the mercenary known as the Slayer.” When Tia saw Pip’s ‘who’ face she sighed. “She is more well known around the northwest than the east Pip. She is known for stopping the Steel Rangers from invading her home, apparently, she also destroyed a project to create new more powerful Power Armor called Dark Suits.”

This was news to Pip, while she had only traveled the wasteland for three months she thought she heard everything  but she seemed to learn something new everyday.

“She’s not far from Stable 2, how come I never heard of her.” Pip would think a pony like this would be all over the news, she left quite a presence in her wake. “Of course I didn’t listen to every broadcast Homage made but this mare seemed a big deal to never hear of her.

“She is.” Tia fished for the words. “Bizarre, I hear she worked around Shattered Hoof not long after you ‘helped’ them. Apparently, she stopped a coup there two weeks after you left.”

Pip didn’t know what to make of that, her old friend Gawd never mentioned this in the few times they met after Little Pip’s adventure in Shatter Hoof. But when she thought about it made sense, she may have helped Gawd overthrow her boss but they weren’t on speaking terms when it came to business. Gawd kept all her dealings to herself and the contract like a true merc.

“Wonder how many other weird stories happened around the Wasteland I don’t know about. still hard to believe a pony like actually this exists.”

“Yes, because believing that a 20 year old Stable mare who never held a gun before in her life would then go on to become the most deadliest pony in Equestrian history and save it from destruction sounds more real.” Tia snark in her usual mocking tone.

“Well..I” Tia could be the most logical pony in the room sometimes with statements you just couldn’t argue against.

“The world is full of stories Pip, some are a myth, some are legends, and some are completely historical. But what makes it important is how ponies and creatures see them.”

Tia spoke from experience, she had watched ponies and creatures she knew go from normal everyday plebs to heroes to myths all in the course of centuries.”In fact, I knew a pony who became a myth in her own right.”

Pip turned to her, the curious little pony in her head always wanting to hear Tia’s stories. “Who Tia.”

“Swordmare.” Tia always loved seeing Pip’s confused face. “Yes, Swordmare was based on a real mare named Sunshine. Don’t let the name fool you, she could kill most ponies with a buck.”

Pip was having a hard time wraping her head around the fact that a mare from a comic where she fought magical space aliens was freaking real. “So wait, are the stories real or just the mare?”

“Yes.”

“Helpful.”

“Oh Pip.” The alicorn placed a wing around the unicorn and brought her in for a hug. “Stories depending on whose telling them are 30 percent myth, 30 percent truth, 10 percent stretch truth. I should know I made some of it.”

Pip thought about that for a while. She wondered how ponies would view the Wasteland in a hundred years or so. Her story was well documented with her own memories and testimonials from her friends. but most ponies didn’t have that, the yellow mare story would at best would probably just become a legend. “Tia, what do you think ponies in the future will see us today as?”

Celestia looked at her with the wisdom only centuries can bring. “Most creatures from this era will be forgotten, no less than 20 percent will be remembered but their stories will be butchered and turned into parodies of themselves. Only the big names like You, DJ-Pon3, and Gawd will be remembered for how you truly are.” Tia watched the process in action many times, first ponies would turn them into mythology, then turn them into idols, then question their reality. “You’ve already seen it happen with that security mare, Blackjack.”

Pip grimaces, she had known the hero of the Hoof briefly, at first she thought she was a former follower of Red Eye when she saw the cybernetics, but she learned that wasn’t true when talking to each other over the tower's transmission. She seemed nice, a little odd but nice. But apparently, the stories that popped up in the years following her ‘death’ made her out to be some type of Cyber Alicorn that went to the Moon and defeated an alien that tried to destroy the world.

Pip’s lips had to remain sealed on that though, she didn’t want any pony looking too deeply into that topic. “Is there a way to stop it?”

Tia shook her head. “For most of them no, only in recent years has there been organized efforts to keep records of things, your story, and the wasteland survival guide being the biggest two. But most of the history of the past 200 years will be forgotten.”

Pip deflated at that, the wasteland would just become another myth to be told. All the suffering, conflicts, the defeats, the victories of its inhabitants would just become pony tales for later ponies. It would diminish the lives of millions into nothing more comic book stories.

With an angry huff, Pip begin passing, making her Alicorn look at her in worry. “No! I not letting that happen.” With a determined look on her face put a hoof on the alicorn. “Tia how far back do the towers recorded footage go?”

“Eh? Probably about the whole time they’ve been turned on, why?” Celestia looked at her small friend confused, but then it hit her. “Oh, I see.”

“Yep, I got a new pet project for us. We’re going to go over the last 200 years of footage, DJ-Pon3 reports, and transmissions. We’re going to turn those into stories, we’re gonna tell the Wasteland’s real story.”

Celestia felt proud of the little mare’s ambition sometimes, she was a dreamer but when she set her mind to it she got results. “This is a big undertaking Pip, I’m not sure we can run the weather and do this at the same time.”

Pip shook her head. “We’re not doing it all at once. We will do the big stuff first. All the major events, players, and conflicts will be our start then we just go down from there.”

Tia couldn’t argue with that, it seemed possible with the computer they were in but still seemed like a big job, but she couldn’t deny Pip this when she wanted it this much. “What should we call our little project?”

Pip smiled brightly at her “Truths of the Wasteland.”