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// Prologue: Sapphire Talisman 
// Story: Fallout Equestria: Friends in High Places 
// by Twilight_Sparkler 
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	[So, surprisingly Kiwi Tart entrusted me with the beginning of our story. First mistake we made out of so, so, many.]

Life in Stable 100 would be as you expect in a stable, closed, cramped and above all...

Safe.

There isn't much special about our stable, where all the floors, walls, and ceiling are made out of a disgusting, gray concrete. Well, nothing besides my friend Kiwi Tart and I.

Kiwi was the foal of the two aging farm ponies in our stable. Most of the brunt work fell on his shoulders, with old parents 'an all.

Me? The Stable had no idea what to do with me, my father was head of security and I was expected to step up as the next head. My mother was the last Talisman repair/maker left in the Stable, so I was pretty pressured into that profession too. You'd think it would be easy, with a cutie mark spelling out what my future was. Heh.

I am a blank flank, so is Kiwi.

It's ironic really, being one of the most important ponies, next to Overmare of course, and not knowing what the hell you were used for. Aggravating really.

Both mine and Kiwi's parents are highly respected in the stable. So were we... Sort of. Because we were so important, we would get special treatment from the teachers or parents.

Other foals hated us for it. Another reason me and Kiwi are such close friends, nopony else will say anything nice.

One of the highlights was that we didn't have Pip-bucks. It wasn't like they even did much in a protected, stable environment. But oh, how we had begged. But so many times a single word deflated our hopes. I really hated that word.

No.

[Yeah, I know I'm wearing a Pip-buck now Kiwi, I'm getting to that!]

As you know, my dad used to be the head of security. Before he left us to go explore the Wasteland, I took the Pip-buck right off my Father's foreleg.

I still don't regret it, it's a memento of him.

I just messed around with it a bit, personalizing, making it more appealing.

...Enough of my rambling, I do believe that's been enough intro. It's time for Kiwi to get into the meaty part of the story. How we left and why.

Enjoy the ride.

[Beginning Transmission 1: HOW DO I WORK THIS THING?]