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She always loved children, they were just so free, so... Ok so they had faults. Fluttershy concluded as a boy, no older than seven tackled her from above.

"Eric, please get off me. What would your mother say?" She asked, a small grin sporting her face as the young man got off.

She turned to the little. girl, a year year younger than her brother, Sarah, as she twirled her mane into a pair of ponytails.

"Miss shy?"

Turning she saw another boy, Chris she believed was his name, a thirteen young man whose family was one of the first to move into the first living districts.

"Yes? What's wrong?"

"I overheard my mom telling my dad last night, something about a block of the building department, is mom going to lose her job?"

Ah, yes. With the arrival of her friends, she almost forgot. The advancements of growing the city toward the west had hit a snag, a massive Giant Fire Ant nest that housed at least a good few thousand of the insects. Chris' mom was a head chief of the deportment teams, CASS or Construction Assistance Security System, were amazing at heavy lifting and protecting the work crew but they didn't seem to understand that blueprints are 2d examples of something needed in 3d.

"No, I'll be sending a few JOHNs to clear the area. Your mom is not losing her job."

The young mans relief was cut when the schools education Securitron, REX or Reserve Educational eXample, number 14, if Fluttershy remembered correctly, called for break to be over. Fluttershy waited as the last kid entered the school before heading home.

The three Securitron types, other than the normal, were a very lucky find. It seemed Mr. House had planned out even a rebuild of the world before the war, but he never finished the plans. But with both Yes Man and Angela working together the first of all three were soon done and from there came mass reputation.

JOHN or Junos Ordnance Hindrance Nullifier; John wanted Jupiter, but Sunny pulled wife on him and her favorite goddess was chosen instead; was less powerful than the original Securitron but far better for not destroying any nearby buildings with its targeting systems. And so far less expensive to make, for every original Securitron made, five JOHNs could be made.

CASS was made to be the constitution force but was abandoned when the robots couldn't get the work done due to not building anything but posters. 2d version of what they were supposed to be. House couldn't understand that you just have humans read the plans and they tell the Securitrons what to do.

And lastly are the REX models, designed to teach the children, it was forgotten when it became too expensive to store knowledge into a robot that had no defense system.

Making it to the opened window of the 38 penthouse, she flew in, and Yes Man remotely closed it. She was greeted by the sight of Angel and Rex completing in what must have been their millionth staring contest.

As she walked toward the two toward her closet, the elevator opened with a light 'bing' letting Angela and John to enter the upmost room. They walked past her without noticing her, but the cyborg couldn't blame them as they were moving the largest of equipment through the only elevator that lead to the lower basement levels... And she was only up to Johns knees.

She grumbled about being short, before moving into her bedroom, and the armor storage cabinet.

The DCMC was powerful, but was also a double edged sword. It's power source; energy cells; were rapidly used, about 20 energy cells for every minute that the force field was on.

As the cabinets robotic arms worked to remove the last piece of the suit, she couldn't help but sigh in relief as she stretched her aching limbs, artificial included.

"You know I could make it so the wing wouldn't be so sensitive."

Turning her head as the robotic arms removed her armor, Fluttershy saw that Angela had finished moving the box and decided that her bookshelf, full with pre-war books, needed to be sat on.

Shaking her head in amusement, the last of her armor removed, she turned fully to her friend. Not surprised of the question, she in fact expected it.

"No, it must be sensitive." Seeing the humans confusion, she continued, "You see, for a Pegasus to safely fly, he or she needs to be able to react to the tiniest of changes within the air currents, for that we are born with extremely sensitive fur, and feathers. Otherwise we would never react fast enough, causing us to crash."

That was another weakness of her custom armor, the thing had to light and let her feel the wind currents, as such the leather was truly there to cover the mobile force field, it wouldn't protect her from a thrown rock, thus the force field had to be on for the armor to be of any use.

It was also was why she had a hatred for heavy armor, in fact until the DCMC was made she had to wear what was known as Lightweight Leather Armor if she wanted to fly... That and since she was a quadrupedal, no armor was fitted for her and was troublesome

Angela nodded, committing the new snippet of info to memory. "I could perhaps make it readjust itself."

Once again shaking her head she replied, "That could be even more dangerous. What if I don't react to the change as fast as it? It would throw me off balance, and I would not be able to control it."

The resident scientist had to agree, as much as she disliked her unique friend being in pain, the fast solution was worst than the issue. Finally shrugging she hopped from the pine wood self, deciding to cheek on the other two humans before they broke something important.

Fluttershy watched as the ends of her coat vanished from sight before chuckling, knowing full well that the debate was not over.

She walked to the monitor that housed the AI of Yes Man, careful not to disrupt the still going stare contest. She sat down on the floor in front of the face of her most unique Securitron.

"What's the news on our nations visitors?"

Author's Note:

That was anoying, it wouldn't post correctly. Anyway, sorry for a blank chapter, no idea why it wouldn't save it.

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Luna Aeterna Solutae

Luna Aeterna Solutae #1 · Feb 12th, 2015 · · ·

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I fail to see how the Ranger armor idea works.
Also, everyone knows it's all about that Advanced Riot Armor.

Luna Aeterna Solutae

Luna Aeterna Solutae #2 · Feb 12th, 2015 · · ·

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After that post? Nope. Never heard of it.

Ryuuzangetsu

Ryuuzangetsu #3 · Feb 12th, 2015 · · ·

5616757 that should be fixed now, and for all readers: does anyone else see the weird cuts on some words? I'm not going crazy right? There isn't any spaces between the letters, so is it just my phone?

M-Tails-P

M-Tails-P #4 · Feb 18th, 2015 · · ·

Seriously? House built a construction bot that can only build 2D stuff? You do realize that House is the Fallout equivalent of Bill Gates, right? He would NOT make a mistake as stupid as this, that would be like if the latest Windows only accepts binary input!
(INSERT "STILL BETTER THAN WINDOWS 8" JOKE)

M-Tails-P

M-Tails-P #5 · Feb 23rd, 2015 · · ·

Also, what's with your obsession with acronyms?

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M-Tails-P

M-Tails-P #7 · Feb 23rd, 2015 · · ·

What the hell does "fixing the constitution bots" even mean? Plus, if House's top priority isn't on reconstruction, why the hell did he waste the time and resources to build those half-assed construction bots anyway?

Good lord, your story just doesn't make any damn sense.

Crystal Static

Crystal Static #8 · Feb 26th, 2015 · · ·

Besides some glaring holes in some of the less important details, and the weird formatting issues that some lines of dialogue have, it's fairly entertaining.

~Crystalline Electrostatic~

M-Tails-P

M-Tails-P #9 · Apr 6th, 2015 · · ·

5616297
Wow, random insult, that sure changed my opinion.

Iron Comet

Iron Comet #10 · Oct 5th, 2015 · 1 · ·

So any chance this story will continue?

Ryuuzangetsu

Ryuuzangetsu #11 · Oct 5th, 2015 · 1 · ·

6492570 yes, just currently having a hard time writing the next chapter, the next five so chapters are needing checking over but the next chapter is kicking me hard on how to properly write the mane six reactions to the Fallout world and Fluttershys new personality as well as making Fluttershy be strong but not godlike in nature. I'm actually thinking of a prequel sequel of sorts of Fluttershys time in the Mojave Wastland to properly set her past, but first I'll finish the next chapter.

Iron Comet

Iron Comet #12 · Oct 5th, 2015 · 1 · ·

6495167 a prequel would interesting. It would give you the ability to write out her motivations and why she would react down the road.

M-Tails-P

M-Tails-P #13 · Feb 23rd, 2016 · · ·

"No, let's go with the Desert Courier's Mojave Crusader." The DCMC was a special suit that was built purely for her, it was a cross of the NCR's ranger armor, with a power armor's systems within and lastly to top it all used micro energy cell powered generators to give a very impressive force field to say that reduced most if not all incoming damage- best part was that all energy based damage the armor would have taken just recharged the suit instead!

You know what, I'm feeling bored today, so I guess I'll just try to point out everything that's wrong with this paragraph, this ONE paragraph.

First of all, the obvious extra space between "Courier's" and "Mojave".

Second of all, what the hell kind of name is "Desert Courier's Mojave Crusader"? If that's not a Word Salad, I don't know what is. Even if you split it into "Desert Courier" and "Mojave Crusader", that still makes no sense, considering that it's the name of a suit of armor, instead of the name of a person or an organization. If you really like these words, fine, call it the "Desert Courier's armor" or the "Mojave Crusader armor", but combining the two names and you get completely nonsensical Word Salad.

Third of all, really, Fluttershy? You are naming a suit of powered armor that projects force fields after a trio of kids trying to get their cutie marks? WHY?!
In fact, nonsensical acronyms seem to be a recurring theme in your story (despite your denial). As seen here:

JOHN or Junos Ordnance Hindrance Nullifier; John wanted Jupiter, but Sunny pulled wife on him and her favorite goddess was chosen instead

The second part of that sentence pretty much admits that the "Junos" part of the name is completely pointless, and it's only there so it can spell "JOHN". *Insert Agents of SHIELD joke here*
But let's take a look at the rest of the acronym, shall we? "Ordnance Hindrance Nullifier"? What the hell is that even supposed to mean? Why not something that actually makes sense? Like "Heavy Support Platform" or "Heavy Weapons Unit". Oh, but those don't spell anything, so we can't have those now can we? And "Reserve Educational eXample"? What are they an example of?! And why are they the "reserve"? What happened to the actual teachers?

Fourth of all, portable force field powered by micro energy cell. Like I said before, portable force fields do not exist in the Fallout universe, at all (unless you count the alien inertia suppression field from Mothership Zeta). Not even Big Mountain or the Institute, the two most technologically advanced factions shown in the Fallout universe thus far, figured out how to make those. Hell, even if you DO somehow invent a personal force field generator, it sure as hell wouldn't be powered by small energy cells. Small energy cells are the Fallout equivalent of double A, you would need a HELL of a lot more power than that to power this kind of tech, most likely a portable reactor (like the ones on power armors).

Last, but not least... Why the hell would you mix it with a suit of NCR Ranger Armor? How the hell do you fit all that tech and gadgetry, including a freaking "power armor's systems", into a suit of armor mostly made out of leather? I know I've said this before, but the very idea of "leather power armor" makes me want to bash my head in. I've went on a long rant about this before, and I don't want to do it again. It's dumb, let's just leave it at that.

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