Fallout Equestria: Unity
Prologue- A Good Life
By: BlackJack
This is my first story, so it might not be the best
Constructive Criticism and feedback is welcome
If you didn't like it, please leave a comment as to why so I may further avoid such mistakes
Anyway, this is a Fanfic of Fallout Equestria by Kkat. I highly recommend reading it first, as if you don’t very little of this will make any sense.
Fallout Equestria Is own by Kkat
The Fallout Series is owned by Bethesda
My Little Pony Friendship is Magic is owned by Hasbro
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I used this map to reference locations
War. War never changes.
“Wake Up!” I heard Jack-Knife yell. “We have to get going Black!”
I shifted up off my bunk, and jumped to the floor as quickly as I could, pausing only to glance at my watch.
11, o clock. Crap. We were late
I shook my head in bewilderment, and immediately scrambled for my belongings. Surrounding it with magic, I threw my battle saddle over my back, and used my teeth to adjust the straps, while simultaneously using my magic to strap my holster to my forehoof.
Once I had that done I strapped both my rifles onto my battle saddle, taking a moment to adjust them. I loved those guns, they weren’t overly powerful, but they were reliable, and very accurate. Most unicorns didn’t actually like wearing battle saddles for some reason. They always preferred levitating their guns. I wasn’t like them. I loved wearing my battle saddle; it made me feel safe, as if I was home wherever I was in the world.
I also had my old revolver, 44 caliber; hell of a kick. I normally levitated it. I’m pretty sure the recoil would break my jaw if I tried to hold it mouth grip. It slid into my forehoof holster.
When that was done I bolted out my door into the daylight. Only to be thrown to the ground by a huge green mass. That mass was named Jack-Knife.
Jack-Knife stood over me, a look of anger on his face. “Black you fucking idiot!” He yelled, “You delayed the caravan, and now they’ve left without us!” His face turned beet red. “I swear if you do this again I’ll fucking kill you!”
Without allowing me to speak, he swiftly bent down, bit my saddle, and began running off in the direction of the caravan, dragging me behind him.
I tried to open my mouth, but he cut me off again. “If we run we can still catch them.” He tried to say, but with my saddle in my mouth it sounded more like “Ib e un e cn till atch en.”
I had had enough; I shook my saddle out of his mouth, which ended with me sprawled across the ground as he still ran forward. I shook the dust off myself as I stood back on my forehooves, before turning and sprinting to catch up to him.
Fortunately for me, he was a large and slow buck, and I caught up to him promptly. He glared at me; daggers in his eyes, but I ignored him. This was not the first time I had angered him.
Up ahead I could see the silhouette of the caravan; the brahmin pulling the wagons, my fellow guards riding on top, and I smiled.
I loved the caravan life; it provided the chance for me to see the wasteland for what it was. It allowed me to see the world, to see all manner of ponies and places. I wouldn’t have abandoned it for anything. That reminded me.
I turned around for a final look at the town. HoofReach was a nice small town, although it was a bit too close to Old Olneigh and splendid valley for my liking. Half the time I was here I spent worrying about a hellhound attack, but as luck would have it, none came.
Overly I liked the town, it had fine watering hole, and the beds they offered were the finest I had ever seen. I was genuinely sad to leave it, but mine is the life of a traveler. I never stay in one place for long.
I was snapped out of my thoughts by Jack-Knife tugging on my mane. “Come on Black, we got a caravan to catch up to.” He fell silent for a moment. “Thanks to you.” he added with a tone of barely concealed rage.
I looked back to him as he began trotting away, and promptly did the same. Up ahead the caravan stopped; they must have seen us running after them.
With the caravan no longer moving, we caught up to them quickly.
The caravan master looked at me with disappointment from his cart in the front. “Damn, I had a bet you would never catch up. Now I owe Candy Blossom over there fifty caps.” he said as he pointed to a mint colored mare on a back waggon. “Well, nonetheless you’re on wagon three. Get to it; we ain’t paying you for nothing!”
With me out of the way, he turned his attention to Jack-Knife, and I knew he was done with me. After a glance at my surrounding’s, I trotted to wagon three.
It was a small wagon, pulled by two brahmin. A violet mare sat in the front wearing a cowbuck hat; she motioned for me to get in. I nodded to her, before leaping in in one jump. Afterwards I sat down.
She turned to me, “Hi there, what’s your name?” She asked, he voice smooth as chocolate.
“Black Lightning,” I replied, then added “but everyone just calls me Black.”
“Nice to meet cha Black Lightning.” she extended her hoof to me.
I gave it a shake with my own. Afterwards she retracted it and gave me a look over; probably examining my coat and mane. They were both the darkest shade of black imaginable. Ironic I know.
“Well; ‘Black’ your name fits you well least.” she snickered. I rolled my eyes at her.
Her eyes wandered to my flank, (not like that you sex crazed freak), and she surveyed my cutie mark; a small silver lightning bolt, surrounded by a half dozen of bright golden bolts, so that its mild shine was absorbed into the gold majestic gleam.
She made a “hmm” noise, and shrugged. “So, you got any idea where we’re going?” She asked me.
“Somewhere near Ponyville, right?”
“In short, yeah, but to be precise, we’re heading to New Appleloosa. It’s a nice place, not too far away from it though.” She stopped to adjust her hat. “Ponyville itself is raiders den. Well, at least it was, but I hear some mare fresh out a stable took care of that a day or two ago. So as you might have guessed we don’t go there to trade.” She finished with a snicker.
“Hmm” I had never been to New Appleloosa. Funny, it was known as one of the most peaceful and organized towns in the wasteland, yet despite that, the thought of visiting it never occurred to me. Ah well, I would get the chance soon.
“I’ve never been to Appleloosa, what’s it like?” I asked her.
“It’s a nice town, has a good watering hole, friendly residents too. There’s a general store ran by a ghoul named Ditzy, she’s a nice mare, always gives you a good bargain.” she answered.
I stuttered when she mentioned Ditzy, “G-Ghoul?”
She stared at me, obviously annoyed, “You’re telling me you’ve never seen an intelligent ghoul?”
I shook my head; I thought all ghouls were zombies.
“Well Ditzy is, and she’s a good soul. Don’t you dare go around acting like that near her, or I swear I’ll drag you into the Everfree forest myself and leave you there.”
I shrugged my shoulder, “Sorry, I’ve just never seen a ghoul that hasn’t tried to eat me.”
She sighed, “Alright, it’s just that the wasteland is full of all kinds of bigots who think all ghouls are zombies.” She paused to adjust her hat once more. “I didn’t want you to be acting like that near her.”
I looked at her face, she looked… solemn, almost tired. She sighed once more, “There are hundreds, no thousands, of ponies saying we need to stop all this constant violence, yet they can’t even acknowledge an intelligent ghoul as an asset in society. It’s not right.” She finished with a stomp of her hoof, leaving an indent on the wagon.
After her speech the wagons began to move once more. “Well it looks like they’re starting to get going.” I commented.
“Yep, they must have fixed that broken wheel on wagon five.” she said.
I looked at her, disbelief on my face. “I thought they stopped for me!”
Her saddened face faded away to a smile, “You think we would stop for you!?” she barely contained a laugh, “Old Birch up there would never stop for anypony!” she said as she pointed to the caravan master.
I shrugged, and she turned around to the front; snickering “Crazy damn buck”
My eyes wandered to the wagon's floor. It was covered in hay…and I was tired…maybe I could...just a quick power nap.
What! I’m lazy. I’ve always been.
I lied down on the floor, getting into a comfortable position, and my eyelids began to close. I wondered what awaited me in New Appleloosa. I wondered how their cider tasted. I wondered how the ghoul Ditzy acted. I wondered where I would go after this; how I would make a name for myself.
My thoughts went to my home, my sister working in her mechanic shop, my mother sitting on her porch, and I smiled
I led a good life.
It would not last.
Character Sheet
Name- Black Lightning
Buck/Mare- Buck
S.P.E.C.I.A.L
S-4
P-7
E-6
C-4
I- 6
A-8
L-5
Tag Skills
-Guns
-Repair
-Lock pick
Traits
-Fast Shot- You have no time for an aimed shot, cause you’re too busy firing off shots as fast as possible. You shoot 20 percent faster, but are 20 percent less accurate.
Late Bird- The early bird gets the-wait what? You suffer from -1 to all special from 6am-12am, but gain +2 to all special from 6pm – 6am
