//------------------------------// // 2. Ain't That A Break In The Leg(s) // Story: Fallout Equestria: Audio Log's of an Equestrian Traitor // by NuclearCupcake //------------------------------// [BEGIN MESSAGE #6] Hello again, strange things are afoot I reckon. Shortly after I finished my last log a pony in a white coat popped in along with my resident guardpony, he just looked at me in the eyes and curtly nodded, next thing I know I’ve been jostled by the guard and is restraining me when this Mr. Whitecoat says that he’d “Like to ask me a few questions. They will be answered or else.” Followed by a grin off the guard. I agreed quite quickly of course. I’m in a hopeless situation and if you’re wondering why I haven’t bothered to attempt an escape, I have your answer right here: I know I’m bucked already, why make it any worse. But yeah so he just asked me simple things that anypony with half a brain would know about themselves: Name, Sex obvious much?, Marital Status, Blood-Type and any medicine taken and/or problems. I don’t particularly care what happens to me anymore, I know I’m not welcome back into society after what I did. *laughter* Once those questions were answered he just nodded, smiled and left. If I wasn’t happy enough that I was alone once again, then I think I Luna must’ve taken me to her room and rutted me silly. *Loud/harsh whisper* He’d left me a bottle of Sparkle-Cola RAD! [END MESSAGE] [BEING MESSAGE #7] I’ve been rambling about the present haven’t I? Let’s get back to my past; I assume you still want to know my story. I think it was after my foreleg was broken everypony went quiet, apart from my slight whimpering, trust me when I say not even the strongest of ponies can keep tight-lipped when they have a bone snapped. That was until the gag was taken off, not the bag mind you, and he asks me if I had a reason the hit went wrong and I, in my awesomely dim-witted way said ‘yes’. I told him my exact thoughts, which probably wasn’t the best idea at the time considering my situation but I take after my mother, our mouths always cause problems. I said to him that it’s not my fault the target was in a building that literally finished renovating the day before and the accident arranged for the Mare wasn’t as full-proof as it seemed, I angrily stated that a bullet to the head would’ve done much better. I think that was when I passed out, but I did discover that it is physically possible to feel when a pony is majorly pissed. My hindlegs could’ve vouched for that… [END MESSAGE] [BEGIN MESSAGE #8] You know, when I got this device I only really used it as a free navigation tool and radio. But now that I’ve got nothing else to do other than use it to keep me entertained it is really starting to grow on me! Not literally of course but nevertheless I did find a little folder hidden away. You never know what pushing random buttons leads too, it even changed the screen colour to blue which I prefer if I’m honest. After looking at the title of the folder I think it’s better if I talk about it at a later time or you’ll just be confused. I’m sorry that this is a short one but I can hear somepony literally cantering outside so bye. [END MESSAGE] [BEGIN MESSAGE #9] It was that Mr. Whitecoat who was outside the cell. He was apologising for being late for our question time apparently, don’t ask me, *Britneigh accent* they don’t tell me nuttin around here. He wanted me to answer a few more questions which were about my job, even offered me another bottle of RAD if I complied. He did his digging alright, knew every contract I’d ever held. Oh and a few questions to see if I ‘really was sure’ that I had no family or anypony that might wonder where I am. To tell you the truth that unnerved me a bit, especially considering the smile he gave me after I answered, but instead of him leaving without a word I decided to ask him a question or two. Where am I? Why am I here? What’s going to happen to me? He just shook his head and replied saying something about the O.I.A. Facility Protocol under Article 3, Paragraph C6 and O.I.A. Requisition Protocol as per Code: Majeste as he left. Needless to say I was mystified and a little bit worried, so I’m just going to distract myself by continuing with the story. I woke up being able to see for starters, a bit dizzy too and strangely numb but able to see. Not to mention the obvious fact that I was strapped to a chair with my contractor facing me. Once he noticed I woke up he sighs and does that typical movie thing where they tug at their black moustache and goes on about how much of a failure I am at my line of work and oh how the mighty have fallen. Did I tell you how I was the No.2 Hitstallion in Equestria? No? Another time then. So he continues berating me until I just interrupt him out of sheer boredom and after a quick glare he drops his fake mobster accent and has this to say, and I will recount every word to the best of my ability for our benefit: *A nasally Caterlonian accent is adopted* Lycium, can I call you that? I have to say, although you might be feeling how easy you’re coming away from this. What with a few broken bones. This is just the beginning. For you see, my good stallion, I had a lot riding on this contract being fulfilled to the letter and by Celestia’s mane all of my fellow businessponies did as well. So due to your failure we’re losing more of our hard-earned bits thanks to this incident, so to…lighten our mood you could say. We have decided that, what better a way to help sweep this incident under the rug than to expose the culprit himself? Yes by that look on your face I can tell you are surmising the situation correctly. If being brought to Princess Luna along with one of our distasteful Chairponies, combined with overwhelming evidence and written testimonies brought against you. Then yes it was surmised correctly. Now I hope for your sakes that you get a good rest. Tomorrow morning we’ll be handing you over to the Royal Guard, in the meantime we’ll have one of our own doctor’s heal your injuries, we all know you’re going to need to be fresh in the next few days, enjoy! That isn’t how I got here though, weird? Tell me about it, but it was the speech that did get the ball rolling. And now I need sleep so goodnight. Or good-day, good afternoon? Ah well. [END MESSAGE]