Fallout Equestria: This Galaxy Ain't Big Enough...

Gabriel LaVedier #1 · Jan 24th, 2012 · · ·

i think I may actually like this. This is perfect! The ultimate expression of Adaptation Decay and the very moment of diminishing returns. brilliant!

gapaot

gapaot #2 · Jan 24th, 2012 · · ·

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WOW! Buckshot got his own FoE long-story? Tracked)) I love the way you keep him true raider and interesting char at the same time. No more stupid cannon fodder!

ponyatthedisco

ponyatthedisco #3 · Jan 25th, 2012 · · ·

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neat. feel free to finish this!

Nyerguds

Nyerguds #4 · Jan 26th, 2012 · · ·

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Raider heroes, lol.

Definitely tracked. Looking forward to how this will play out

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epicdonus1123 BOT #5 · Dec 23rd, 2012 · · ·

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epicdonus1123 BOT #6 · Dec 23rd, 2012 · · ·

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1845071 What do you mean "when I not had account. Damn so many old stories showing up."?

AlphaThroughZeta

AlphaThroughZeta #7 · Feb 10th, 2013 · · ·

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buckshot should totally be the badass raider with allll the cool weapons and stuff as well armor and every one hears news reports about this raider who SAVED PONYKIND on galaxy news radio for no reason at all,
he just blew up an armada and you know why he did it, because aliens tried to fucking probe him...
"YOU DON'T PROBE BUCKSHOT, BUCKSHOT PROBES YOU!!!"

He woke up in what appeared to be some sort of holding cell. Blank steel walls surrounded him, while a vibrant blue energy field covered the ceiling, and the only exit out of the room behind him. Through the shield the buck could make out the huge, cylinder shaped interior of the place. Catwalks stretched everywhere, flying robotic machines floated here and there, while more of those black suited bipedal aliens were attending their own business.
If it was possible, his headache was even worse than before. And he also felt a soring pain... in his butt. The realization struck him with the power of a Raptor’s whole arsenal.
“I was... probed in the ASS...” he grinded his teeth in infernal rage. “OH. IT’S. FUCKING. ON.”
He started to buck the steel walls, leaving hoofmarks on the metal. “COME ON, YOU BASTARDS, WE HAVE A SCORE TO SETTLE!”
His “plan” worked: the energy field dissipated and two creatures entered the cell. They too were wearing those strange black suits, but their helmets had two glowing red eye sockets instead of one huge green. They were holding some sort of melee weapon, that mostly resembled a baton. Buckshot didn’t care what those weapons were exactly, he would club them to death with pretty much anything.
To the creatures’ surprise, he levitated the batons out of their hands, and started to bash both of them at once. It seemed he seized a sort of shock batons, as they were staggered by electric discharges with each hit.
“Oooh, shiny!” the buck smirked upon his new finding. In a matter of seconds, they were squirming on the floor, but Buckshot was not done with them: he trotted over and bucked their heads till both of their helmets cracked and the glow of their eyes died out. He took that effect as they are no longer alive, so he wasted no more time on them, and galloped out of the cell, batons levitating beside him.
He found himself in a long, dull grey metallic corridor, flanked with dozen similar holding cells he just left. These things were not into architecture and fashion, but the raider cared the least about these sort of stuff either. He made his way to the end of the corridor, which was blocked by another energy field. Buckshot frowned. “These fucking energy fields are ANNOYING.”
As if a dream come true, the field dissipated, and another two creatures charged in. One of them was holding another shock baton, but the other one was carrying some sort of rifle. It aimed swiftly and opened fire as its companion strafed out of its way. A bright blue, coherent beam of energy shot out and followed the creatures’ aim at the dashing raider, scorching and melting the walls, floor and ceiling. Buckshot was way faster, and as he made a final strafe, he hurled one of the batons right into the face of the riflemen with force.
The alien slammed to the floor with an ear-cracking metallic thud. Its helmet was broken, with the shock baton extruding out of its face. Buckshot evaded the other one’s slash, and bucked him in the chest. It landed right on to its mate, while the raider enveloped the dropped rifle in a telekinetic field and had a closer look at it. It had a trigger, so he confidently aimed the barrel at the creatures and pulled it with his magic. The coherent beam sliced through both of them. He didn’t release the trigger till they were both cut into a half dozen pieces. Once he was done, he had another look at the rifle, and let out an impressed whistle.
“They surely have fancy guns...” his excitement quickly turned to confusion, as an annoyingly high-pitched, pulsing screech started echoing through the corridor repeatedly, which was like pouring gasoline on fire for his headache.
“That can’t mean any good...” he shrugged. “Whatever, lets kill some more of them!” he trotted out of the corridor with renewed enthusiasm.
***
The ship, or whatever he was on, was big. He passed many grey corridors without meeting any of those bipedal freaks. It seemed he was in Lady Mare Luck’s grace, managing to evade the search parties he was sure they sent after him. And he was most displeased about that. That was it till he trotted out to an enormous hall. As he noticed movement, he quickly dashed to the nearest steel crate, and leaned out to have a better look at the place.
The hangar bay was swarming with the creatures, and their robotic servants. All of them were working on four hulking, three-legged robots surrounded by equally huge frames, or they were moving crates and barrels with a sort of small, four wheeled cargo vehicle. This was the first time Buckshot had a chance to have a better look at the bipedals. These aliens were wearing white jumpsuits, without helmets. They had a pair of small eyes, a small nose and mouth, strangely shaped ears at the sides, and their paste or chocolate colored skin was hairless, except their mane, which was shaved or cut short on most of them. They had blonde, black, or different shades of brown mane.
“The Goddesses rape me, you bastards are UGLY...” the buck frowned, but as a thought surfaced in his demented mind, he chuckled silently. “I wonder if I can fuck them...”

AlphaThroughZeta

AlphaThroughZeta #8 · Feb 10th, 2013 · · ·

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hey dont uhh stealth suits have uhh S.A.T.S built in AKA V.A.T.S

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