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// You Know Nothing 
// Story: Fallout Equestria: Dust 
// by Mr Foster 
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The ground of the prison was covered in bullet casings, as well as littered with the bodies of the inmates and soldiers whom had tried to fight against the invaders. Blood strewn the wall, as a single NCR ranger slowly walked over the piles of bodies and casings. The grunting of a lone pony, still alive after the horrific attack, echoed throughout the mess hall of the concrete jungle. The cracked walls carried the wails of a dying pony throughout the prison.

It did not phase the ranger, not one bit.

The ranger approached the sound of the moaning and grunting, her trot not increasing at all. Her helmets blue eyes scanned the bodies, looking for any sign of life in the terrible massacre. Her breath was audible, but just barely.

She turned a corner of the prison, too see a blood streak heading towards the entrance of the newly minted mass graveyard. She followed it, her trench coat blowing in the wind shooting through the destroyed walls.

She saw the pony, and started towards him. The blood streak was coming from the nubs of what were his legs, as he slowly crawled away from the ranger. As soon as he heard the sound of hooves, the wounded pony flipped over, his eyes wide.

"Wait! Ember, you don't know what you're doing!" He cried out to the Ranger, who kept her steady approach. "You don't know the repercussion of this!"

The Ranger stopped  in front of the pony, and knelt down. The sound of hooves appeared behind her, as 5 more rangers appeared, 4 with the modern black, carbon armor, and one with the old, leather and riot gear armor.

The eyes of the helmet the pony in front of the wounded pony was wearing turned from a cool blue, to a light yellow, progressively turning red.

"You know nothing." The ranger said, her eyes turning from yellow to orange, and then to Red.

The high pitched sound of a whistle shot through the air, as flames erupted around the wounded pony, engulfing him in a fiery death. His screams were carried far and wide through the prison, as the rangers simply walked off, leaving the burning pony to die.