For The Enclave

by RainbowBob


Chapter 3: Proper Introductions Involve Collateral Damage

Bad: They want her so bad? Give it to them, fastball style. You weren't the best pitcher on the Enclave Little League team for nothing. Lets see if she can fly like the other one.


“You guys want her back so badly?” I asked, winding up my swing by leaning my body back with the pony still grasped firmly in my grip. Taking a proper pitcher stance, I lifted my left leg in the air and held my right arm behind myself with the cowboy pony in my hand like a ball. Falling back on my foot I swung hard, releasing the pony like a fastball at the group of others of her freakish kind. “Then take her!”

Well, she definitely couldn’t fly. She did, however, scream like the dickens as she rocketed towards the other ponies. Seems that even after all these years I didn’t lose my touch, because she face-planted with that one big mouthed pegasus bitch–right in the kisser I might add. Was so damn funny I actually chuckled a bit.

Both of those abominations tumbled on the ground, creating a cloud of dust. When it cleared I could see that one of them had crashed against the wall of a house, by the looks of things that annoying pegasus one. The cowboy pony’s face had actually created a small molehill around where it lay in the dirt, her path like that of a meteorite that collided with the earth.

The rest of her friends, that bitch Pinkie Pie, the frilly looking unicorn along with the smartass one, and the cowering pegasus with her head stuck in the ground were the only ones left. I cracked my knuckles together, the dual sound of cracking joints and creaking metal an unpleasant sound for anyone’s ears. “Strike one,” I growled, towering over the others while casting a threatening shadow.

I grabbed Pinkie by her disgusting face, her eyes popping around from between my fingers as I squeezed. Seems they must’ve been made of some weird material or mutated to an extreme degree to stretch out like that. Hefting her in my hand, I heard both unicorns yell at me, but I frankly wasn’t giving a damn at the moment.

I looked over at the group and my bionic eyes was picking up a white, luminous field. That meant there was a spike in radiation nearby. Taking the time to see what was causing it, I noticed it was that purple bitch readying another laser attack. I knew they were mutated freaks; just the radiation from her horn alone was enough to mutate an entire vault!

Swinging back in the same position as before for pitching the cowboy pony, I threw Pinkie at the unicorn before she could fire at me. Just like before, it was a perfect pitch of a fastball, Pinkie screaming as she flew towards the unicorn. The unicorn mutie’s eyes widened in surprise, and her radiation temporarily spiked, so I thought for sure she’d blast her own friend. But it seems that my legendary fastball was too quick for her, because she was knocked off her hooves by the flying, puffy haired screwball before she could fire a shot.

The pair crashed painfully to the ground, and hearing their combined yells of agony put my heart at ease. Nothing like the screams of a mutie bastard to make a soldier be reminded what exactly he was fighting for. The Enclave, old American values, freedom, and my personal favorite, eradicating every one of those freaks from the face of the planet. “Strike two,” I chuckled.

They continued to fall over each other before both were stopped by the wall of a building, the unicorn actually getting her head stuck to the wall because her horn penetrated through the wall while Pinkie was belly flopped against it before sliding slowly to the ground. From beneath my helmet I was grinning sadistically, the moans of pain coming from their direction putting a hop to my step as I made my way over to the prissy looking unicorn.

The stupid bitch was too busy staring at her easily-defeated friends with wide eyes to notice me. And when the moron finally did turn her head to me, she was too terrified to even move. Just like a typical mutie; weak and scared of their own shadow. I always did like the ones who put up a good fight, since they made things interesting. But this was just pathetic so far. It was as easy as shooting fish in a barrel when dealing with these ponies, except you were shooting at those fish with a thin-burst plasma gun that can shoot sixty rounds per second.

She finally tried to run away, but I stomped on her tail before she could take a few steps. She fell back and landed on my foot, looking back at with with large, tearful eyes. The sight nearly made me barf. I grabbed her stomach in a large hand, squeezing her slightly and chuckling. “Squishy like a marshmallow.”

“You disgusting ruffian!” the unicorn yelled, tears streaming down her mutated face. “Unhand me at once! How dare you treat a lady this way!” She attempted to make me release her by beating on my arm, but it was feeble smacks at best.

I squished her once more, causing her to gasp for breath when I relaxed my grip again. “You do not tell me what to do,” I warned her, staring at her deeply with my glowing red, bionic eyes. “But don’t worry. I was already planning to let you go.”

I moved my gaze to the other pegasus, the only one not to make a peep or movement other than cowering like a damn weakling with her head to the ground. Her rump was aligned perfectly to me, a clear aim available. Turning the prissy unicorn over in my hand, I brought my hand back with my shoulder arched behind myself. Bringing my hand forward in a rapid motion, I released, the unicorn’s head aimed directly at the pegasus’ ass.

Much like with the first two, this one was a direct hit, my aim as impeccable as ever. With a loud smack, along with a squeal from the pegasus, the unicorn’s horn slammed into her ass head on, literally. This actually made me let out a bark of laughter as I said, “Strike three! Strikeout!”

I laughed a good while longer, just as those two hit the wall with significantly more force than their friends. Guess I outdid myself yet again. All six of the muties were moaning from their positions of pain on the wall of some house, each one having left an indent on the wall. And in a couple of seconds, they’d each leave a splatter of red.

Walking over nonchalantly, whistling “My Country Tis of Thee”, I stopped before the pitiful sight. Well, it would be, if I knew what pity actually meant. Unfortunately, that word’s meaning was wiped from my memory from top Enclave scientists... nah, just kidding. I knew what pity meant. I just didn’t include it in my vocabulary.

I lifted my plasma gun, the barrel spinning in preparation to unleash hell on those mutated trash. Aiming it at the fallen group, I decided to give some final words for them to live by, as short as that will be. “Your deaths were necessary for the greatness of the Enclave to shine forward. Once all your filth has been exterminated, the pure humans of the Enclave will once again return to the Wasteland and shape this great nation of America to its former glory.”

Wow, really putting the best use of the President Directive there, huh Frank? Those testing programs developed by the Enclave are really paying off.

“Shut it, you damn AI. I can still take a screwdriver and remove your sorry, articial ass.”

The big mouth unicorn, the one who currently had part of the wall stuck to her horn, stared at me with tear-stained eyes. “What are you talking about? What is the Enclave? What are humans? Why are you doing this? Please, just stop. Please...”

“Too late,” I answered, not hesitating for a second to pull the trigger. And because my luck had been so great of late, it was just at this moment a brick hit my head, causing my arm to move slightly upward and release plasma shots right above the ponies’ heads. Ceasing fire, all that remained of the wall of the house was the bottom section, since most of the roof and upper part of the wall was blasted to dust from my gun’s attack.

Turning around to see what asshole just threw off my aim, I was surprised to see another unicorn, this one’s shades a lighter red along with a mixed swirl in its mane. Holy shit, it’s hard to differentiate between these freaks without colorvision. Guessing from the body structure it was probably female, just like the others. And she was currently scowling at me. Jesus, was everything here a lady? Not a male in sight.

Looks like the resistance is mobilizing, Frank. Deal with her first, since the others are in no shape to fight any longer.

“What the fuck are you thinking?” I asked the stupid creature, ignoring my previous targets to deal with this monstrosity. “I was going to deal with the rest of this shithole’s population later, but it seems you just wasted what precious seconds you had left, mutie.”

“I don’t care!” she yelled back. Seems like this one actually had some backbone. Shame I’d have to rip it out and use it as a weapon to kill her friends with. Her horn glowed briefly, a rock floating beside her now, encased in a similar light as from the horn. “You don’t come into our town and expect to get away with this!”

Okay, at first I thought her having a spine was cute. Now it was annoying. “I can get away with whatever I want, scumbag,” I replied back, my gun’s barrel spinning rapidly now as I prepared to turn her into swiss cheese. “Because I’m bigger, I’m stronger, and I have a gun that can blast a hole in you bigger than your head. Want a demonstration?”

A rock thunked off my shoulder, this time from a pony slightly larger than the others with a spiky mane. Picking up another one to throw at me, it yelled, “Not today, you big lug!” From its tone of voice, it was probably a male. Finally, I could conclude that they did indeed have a male population. Should be easy enough to kill as the females.

Both of the mutants continued to throw all manner of junk at me, all to no effect. Really, this was getting boring now. Might as well as end it. “As much fun as this has been, I’ll have to cut it off here,” I said, pointing my gun at the mare first. “And I mean ‘cut’ as in ‘keep on firing until you’re paint on the ground’.”

Frank, emergency! Unknown hostile on your back!

“Huh?” I asked, having noticed no weight change on my armored back. Why attack me in one of my most heavily fortified areas? Not even an anti-tank missile can pierce through my armor. And unfortunately for me, I was so huge I couldn’t even reach behind myself. Thanks so much for the augmented arms, Enclave scientists. There’s no way having arms larger than tree trunks can possibly be a bad thing.

“Cupcake attack!” I heard a shout behind me, before my vision was suddenly blinded by a mysterious substance. I shook my head, reaching at my face to try and wipe at whatever was blocking my vision.

“What the hell is this?” I shouted, trying to throw whoever was on my shoulders off. From that voice, I was guessing that bitch Pinkie. I swear, I’m going to rip off her head and shove it up her asshole when I’m done with her! “Computer, what did she use to blind me?”

It seems it was... a cupcake.

“You have to be kidding me!” I yelled, my hands only succeeding in spreading the frosting and pastry further over my bionic eyes. I was moving rapidly, hopping on one foot and the other while running around in circles. It could have been panic, or I could just have been trying to get rid of the treat blinding me. Either one seemed like a good enough reason at the moment.

But of course, something had to trip me. Didn’t know what it was, except a mysterious force held down my foot for a second and boom, I was smack on the ground. My impact with the ground actually sent out a shockwave around me, causing plenty of dust to shoot up in the air, as evident from the numerous coughs around me.

Laying on the ground with my arms spread wide, I tried to get up. But that same mysterious force that tripped me earlier was holding me down now, like some great weight was being forced upon all my muscles so I couldn’t even move. Fucking fantastic.

“Pinkie, where’d you get that cupcake?” asked one of the ponies, probably that smartass one from evidence of her voice.

“Twilight, I always keep an emergency cupcake on me!” Pinkie replied. Well, at least I now know one of the unicorns’ names was Twilight. Not that it mattered in the long run, since dead and mutilated bodies didn’t need names.

“For such an emergency as a giant, crazy monster attacking us?” asked that one smart aleck pegasus.

“I dunno, Dashie. I got a weird Pinkie sense before he arrived, so I knew my emergency cupcake might come in handy. And it did!” Man, it was tough to follow a conversation when you couldn’t see the talkers or move all that much. Also, Dashie? Did all these freaks have such ridiculous as hell names?

“Yeah, well, things aren’t over,” Twilight reminded them. “Rarity, Fluttershy, and Applejack are still knocked out because of Frank. Thanks to Lyra and Time Turner, we were able to stop him before he could damage Ponyville further or do some serious injury to us.”

“Not a problem, Twilight,” said the pony that threw that brick at me earlier. Lyra. I was going to carve that name into her mutilated corpse when I was done with her. Along with a penis.

“Really, any one of us would’ve done the same,” replied the male sounding voice, which was probably Time Turner. Seriously, didn’t anyone have normal names here? “But what about this thing? How are we going to deal with it?”

“First off we need Princess Celestia here at once. Rainbow Dash, can you get back to the library to get Spike to send a message ASAP?” Twilight asked. Wait, I was just at the library, I think. I didn’t see any other pony or dog by the creature’s name. What was he, the heaviest sleeper alive?

“On it! I’ll be there in under ten seconds flat!” she replied quickly, the flap of wings evidence she left us.

“She’s going to take longer than ten seconds. She was pretty banged up from the impact with Applejack,” Lyra noted, tapping her hoof on the ground like it was a nervous tick. “Are you sure you can handle this guy?”

“Of course she can!” Pinkie answered, her annoying bubbliness not even diminished slightly from the painfest she just went through earlier. Damnit, seems next time I’ll just have to either rip off her tongue or just blow her brains out. Each option had satisfying rewards. “She once lifted an entire water tower and a ursa minor, all by herself!”

“Really now, Pinkie. Now isn’t a time to be boastful,” Twilight chided her friend. At this point, I was done playing as a nice guy and eavesdropping on their conversation. Time for action.

Struggling by pushing my body off the ground with my hands, I grunted, “You better let me go, or else I’ll kill each one of you as slowly and un-humanely as possible! I’ll turn you all into buckets of red paint!” I struggled to lift myself up by getting my feet under myself, and inch by inch, it looked like it was working.

But right away I could feel the weight on me increase, Twilight saying, “Man, he’s stronger than I thought. But don’t worry, everypony, I have this under control.”

“No! I will not give up!” I shouted with all my might, pushing myself off the ground in a pushup position. I managed to get my chest off the ground, along with one of my knees under me. “When I get up, I’ll tear you bastards to shreds!”

“Um, Twilight, you said you had things under control!” Lyra yelled.

“He shouldn’t be able to get up!” Twilight shouted back, the pressure increasing on my back. But I was already past the point of no return. When I got pissed, not even an army of deathclaws could stop my anger. That, and 10 Strength makes it so there’s almost nothing that can keep me down long.

With enough effort I finally got my other knee under me, slowly lifting myself up while pushing off with my hands. I was hunched over now, but my legs were stable and the weight on my back was slowly diminishing. Wiping away the last remaining frosting on my eyes, I stared hard at the trio of ponies. Slowly, a wicked grin appeared on my face. I’m sure if they could’ve seen it it would have terrified them even more.

“You think you’re cheap tricks can stop me? Then you haven’t met Frank Horrigan. Your ride’s over, muties.” I rushed them, head down low as I sought my first target. The bitch with the glowing horn. My knife extended from its sheath, the tip brushing on the ground and tearing up the earth as I neared her. But before I could feel the familiar and oh-so-sweet tearing of flesh and cracking of bone, she disappeared in a bright flash of light that temporarily blinded me.

Stopping in my tracks and shaking my eye in a futile attempt to clear my vision, I was shocked to discover she was nowhere to be seen, along with the other two and the rest of the unconscious ones by the wall where I threw them. “How the fuck did you get away?” I shouted at no one in particular, my head swiveling in all directions to see where they went.

I screamed, a guttural roar that shook the earth itself from the extent of my rage. “I swear, when I find you, you’ll be wishing a deathclaw would’ve eaten you when I’m down beating on your misshapen corpse!” Needing to vent my anger on something, I decided to do own brand of therapy. Collateral damage. Much cheaper and effective than a shrink, I can tell you that for sure.

I started by firing madly into the nearest buildings around me. Firing round after round, the thin-burst firing of my gun a relaxing experience for me as I continued the destructive onslaught. Looks like those buildings were made out of pretty flimsy materials, because the walls, doors, and windows easily broke apart like rotted wood from each plasma blast. In no time the few buildings around me were completely decimated, nothing but wooden scraps and burning building material.

Good. Got that out of your system, Frank?

“Shut it, you damn machine,” I growled, my barrel finally stopping its spin once I was done shooting. “I got bigger things to deal with than your snarky attitude.”

Those things include: finding out where you are, where the Enclave is, and where those ponies are so you can slaughter them.

“Hit the nail on the head right there,” I answered back, looking around at the destruction I caused in such a short amount of time. Nothing like broken buildings to put one at ease. Shame there weren’t any bodies in the wreckage. But I was sure I heard a couple of screams, so more of those freaks may be nearby. Just the thing to improve my mood. A murder spree.

Well, I have already solved the problem to number three. Twilight told Rainbow Dash to go back to the library to warn someone called Princess Celestia. We were just at the library. Which means...

“That bitch and the others may be there,” I finished, my smile growing even more demented beneath my helmet. “Well computer, looks like you’re actually useful for something.”

Other than trying my hardest keeping you alive? Which, I might add, is a difficult thing to do.

“Don’t push yourself,” I replied, in too much of a positive mood to argue. Nothing like the possibility of bloodshed, especially that of the mutant variety, made me happier to be a soldier of the Enclave.

I made haste to get back to the library, the first place I remembered being in when I arrived in this freak show. Good thing I had 10 Agility, which made my running pace more like that of an off-the-rails train: fast, lumbering, and impossible to stop. Each footfall caused the earth to crack and ground to shudder, and all around I saw ponies running and panicking in fear. I’d deal with those freaks later. First I had some current muties to exterminate. I still had plenty of time to deal with the rest.

I jumped over the small river before the library, landing on the other side with a loud boom of creaking metal from my suit. Making my way to the large hole that was supposed to be the front door, I unsheathed the large knife on my right arm. It shone in the sunlight, a deadly killing tool that had tasted the blood of countless mutant bodies. And soon, it would again.

I approached the huge hole, my presence still not known as I walked into a group discussion. Those three ponies, Lyra, Twilight, and Time Turner, had ended up here and were talking to Rainbow Dash in the center of the library. Why they were here, I had no idea, nor did I really give a fuck. As long as they were dead was what mattered in the end.

The other three, the prissy unicorn, the cowboy pony who I remembered being called Applejack, and the long haired pegasus lay in a corner, all of them unconscious it seemed. And to complete the scene there was a little... fire gecko? A baby one by the looks of it. And it was actually talking to Twilight. Well, I’ve met and killed intelligent deathclaws, so I guess a talking fire gecko couldn’t be that far off.

“Spike, did you send the letter to Princess Celestia?” Twilight asked, swaying on her hooves slightly. “I only barely managed to get away from Frank. Who knows what he’s doing to Ponyville? We need her here right away.”

“I already told you, Twilight. When Rainbow Dash got here I sent it right away. She could be here any second now,” Spike assured her. It was strange how similar these creatures’ voices were to humans. Creepy as hell.

“Good,” she said, nodding her head tiredly. “Because for all we know, Frank could be going on a rampage in Ponyville.”

“Already did,” I said, walking into the library with my knife fully extended. “I got bored. Which is why I came here. Good to have you all in the same place.”

Well, looks like they took my surprise well. The tiny gecko creature fainted in fright just upon seeing me, and Rainbow Dash shivered in her hooves. Not such a big shot now, huh, bitch? Twilight’s mouth was hanging open, but only a feeble croak escaped her. And of course, Lyra and Time Turner were practically pissing themselves now. Guess their earlier courage broke away when they got another good look at me. Also the fact I was blocking the only exit could be a factor too.

I lifted both my arms, gun barrel rotating in one while my knife was fully extended in the other. “Now, I just can’t decide. Knife, or gun? Both have their own advantage and level of fun, but I just don’t know what to choose!” If only they could see my sadistically wide smile underneath my helmet. Just the looks on their faces would have been worth it. “Ooh, I know! Why not both?”

I pointed my gun at the assembly of pony freaks before me, pulling down the trigger once I had my sights lined up. “Enjoy the fires of hell, you mutant bastards!”

Of course, just as the bullets ripped apart the floor, there had to be no ponies there. They disappeared again, bright light flashing where they once stood. I ended my barrage of bullets, yelling, “God fucking damn! Every time! Every motherfucking time! Can’t a guy needlessly slaughter some muties without them disappearing out of blue like that?”

“Not today!” said a voice behind me, this one new from the previous ones. Turning around, I saw Twilight and the others, along with a new one. This pony was much taller than the rest, had a weird, flowing mane design, some jewelry such as a crown, and had both wings and a horn.

“Your rampage ends here, monster!” she yelled, her voice powerful. Powerful in the way of a leader. You learn to recognize those voices, since they managed to belong to those who knew what they were doing and how to command others right.

I chuckled evilly, nonchalantly taking a step forward closer to this new pony. “Listen, I don’t care how much bigger you guys get or how many extra limbs you grow. You’re still weak, pathetic muties.”

She narrowed her eyes, lowering her head slightly in a more threatening stance.”I will not warn you again. No one hurts my little ponies. I give one more chance to stand down and talk. Or else things will not end well for you, creature.”

Karma Decision:

Good: Go with what she says. These things can disappear on command, along with some other weird abilities. No need to get an entire town against you. Especially without reinforcements from the Enclave. Listen to what she says, and see if you can find out more information about getting yourself back home.

Neutral: Point your gun at her and threaten to shoot unless she starts talking. The only way to make sure they got the message you weren’t messing around is a high powered, thin-burst plasma gun that can destroy even the most powerful power armor in only a couple of shots aimed at their skulls.

Bad: Are you going to listen or compromise with a mutant? That goes against every principle the Enclave has taught you. Kill her and the rest of these damn muties to clear the Earth of their disgusting kind. A couple of shots from your gun should lower their numbers nicely.