I guess if I'm gonna tell you about The Big Empty, and all about why your auntie Cloudchaser is the best goddamned pegasus ever, I have to tell you more about me. I probably should start with a little history lesson about us Chaser's.
You see, long ago, on the day the bombs fell, Cloudsdayle, the capitol of the pegasi, was nuked off the damn map, and I guess all the pegasi decided "Fuck it." and sealed themselves up in the clouds.
I hope I don't have to explain all that history crap behind the whole mess, because, honestly, I don't know shit about it.
All I know is that ponies and zebras decided that killing everypony was a good idea. I'm getting off track again, sorry, mind's not as good as it used to be, or ever was.
Anyway, as I was saying, they sealed it up, and luckily enough, they survived the apocalypse. Now, they said they would come back one day and help the ponies below, but as you can see, they were talking out of their collective asses.
But some ponies weren't so happy with the cowardly bastards. Some ponies tried to argue, some tried to escape. But in the end, they all had one name. Dashite. And that name was as good as being marked by the devil to the Enclave. Two of the first Dashites to leave were a couple of pegasi named Cloudchaser and Flitter.
You see, Cloudchaser was one of Rainbow Dash's friends from long before the war, and Flitter was her marefriend. Now, the Enclave wasn’t much interested in ponies who wouldn’t make babies for the Grand Pegasus Enclave.
That was the tipping point for them. Of course, they thought what they did was pretty damn cowardly, but they were happy enough, but when the enclave came and told them that they had to stop being fillyfoolers, of course, they told them they could shove their offer into their Grand Enclave ass, and like that, they were off, Dash's cutie mark burned on their ass.
Flitter was pretty upset, seeing as all their family and friends were there, and they thought that they were the last ponies on earth, because, well, even 10 years after the war, not many ponies were left in the Marejave. But, you know all about the stables, right?
Well, one of them was set to open up right about then, Stable 74. So the vault ponies came out just as scheduled and met Flitter and Cloudchaser. They got welcomed into the hellhole that was their world, and decided that they were going to build a huge city.
Long story slightly shorter, they soon had a city up and running, called Stability. Flitter and Cloudchaser were considered one of the most important ponies in the city, as nopony else could fly, and they had helped design the cities halls.
Now, one of the downsides of fillyfooling is that putting slot A and slot B together doesn’t end up in a foal. I guess that could be considered an upside if you’re not the kid type, but Cloudchaser and Flitter were.
So, the solution was either adoption, which wasn’t exactly optimal, as orphans aren’t usually up for adoption in Stable society, or asking for “donations”.
Luckily enough, most stallions are willing to make a deposit, if you get my drift.
And so, skipping a year, two healthy foals were born, Cloudchaser the second, and Flutter. They weren’t exactly the most original of ponies, obviously.
So, when Cloudchaser Jr. and Flutter had kids, Cloudchaser decided to name her kid Cloudchaser too. And so, a legacy was made, and every first filly of their descendants was named that.
And eventually, it became more than that. They had become a gang.
So, right then and there, they became the Chaser’s, I guess you could call them a group of organized Dashites.
Only pegasi can join, and the only way you’ll ever get in otherwise is if you’re related to Cloudchaser.
I guess I’m next in line to the throne, so to speak, once mom kick’s the bucket, I’ll be the leader here. I suppose most ponies would consider it a lot of work to be a leader, but I don’t.
We’re the most badass clan in the Marejave, and nopony ever messes with us. I’ve blown off a couple dozen heads of the ponies that haven’t obeyed that rule.
Me. It’s probably a little important to talk about the sexy beast that’s narrating our little tale. I’m Cloudchaser the 13th, and I’m in general, the most awesome pegasus in existence. I’m more of a power hoof kind of gal, and I’m not exactly too bad with a riot shotgun, but I prefer my trusty bludgeoning tool. That’s really all that’s important to know, and I’ve rambled on long enough about history and shit, and you guys want action, am I right? Hold tight, I have a little more to tell, and then I promise we’re getting into the actual story.
Have any of you heard of the Big Empty? No? Figures I get stuck talking to the stupid class.
Imagine a big mountain. Now make it fucking huge. That’s what used to be there, before The Great War. The ministries (and Stable Tec) got together and decided that they would build a new Equestria from the mountain up, a world built on the back of magic and science, a place that could make a better future than one built on the back of balefire.
They made better auto-docs, better power armour, and even better guns.
They were there to solve the world’s problems, and make the solutions.
But as the war grew more and more violent, their problems began to outnumber the solutions, and soon, the final bomb fell on Equestria, the mountain became a crater. That is the Big Empty.
They say the mountain has untold treasures, just waiting to be discovered by the rest of the Marejave. Many had tried to find them, but none had ever returned, and this is the story of the mare who uncovered them.