> Fallout Equestria:  From Stable 54
>  by Slashwing
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> Log1, from 54 to Trottingham
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Log One

Well, I'm not good at the whole ‘internal monologue’ but Doctor Stitch says it will help. Don't know what it will help but ok. So, I'm Slashwing. I'm red a Pegasus and for a dweller of the fine Stable 54, my rock farming cutie mark is more out of place then a party for an alligator. Or was that a crocodile? Oh, I'm also descended from very posh speaking Pegasus so I say 'me' like 'Zees' or 'Zed' just to... Hey! Is that the Overmare coming towards me? Ah, come on. What did I do?
"There you are. We need to talk."
What did I do? "Sure, ok. Did you need rocks farmed?" Slashwing, you’re an idiot.
"No, it ah hell the stable is in a bad way." Wait what!? "Last night the main generator gave up. Whatever in Celestia’s given name kept it going, and well, you’re the best hope we have."
The Overmare has either lost it or I'm asleep. Wait better respond.
"What, how?" Yep Slashwing, great job.Wait. Why do I keep saying my name?
So, after being told how the stable has been out of spare parts for the better half of a decade, the stable has been running off emergency power. Now, normally this would give the ponies of our stable five years of emergency power on minimum lighting, filtration and door access to the outside. But, because we all suck at going outside, the emergency generators have been running everything except the most unneeded functions. Now somepony, also known as me, has to go outside and get parts within sixteen months or bye bye stable. The worst part is nopony is being told till that door shuts behind (or would it be in front of?) me.
Only the doctor and chief of stable security know. Luckily, my outfitted stable branding should help. I’ve got a gun which I've been taught how to fire (my mouth hurts now), some ammo and a knife. So now, I've got to walk through this giant door out to the outside. I hate today.



"It’s so." ‘Don't say it’ the random voice in my head said. "Dull."
Ok better than "It’s so bright out here!"
Looking at my Pipbuck, the map says East is Stable 53 and west is Stable 12. What? Hold the phone. How does Stable 12 end up all the way out near 54 and 53? Damn thing must be broken. I guess I’m off to Stable "12" because it’s both closer and if it’s number 12, I want a look. Hopefully, the dwellers will have spare parts they could trade.



*BANG BANG*
I official hate this cave. Stable 12 (and it is 12 go figure) is swarming with strange mutated moles an... Oh that's not good. I'm no expert on stable doors or anything but I'm sure it’s not meant to be laying on the ground. Well lookie here, a lockbox. Click click fail. Nope. Can't lock pick well.
The medical station up here may give more freely. After searching, I found some Rad Away and Magical Bandages. Time to check down stairs.
Considering the missing door, lack of stable power, and no welcoming comity, I'm pretty sure nopony is home. After coming downstairs, I think I'm glad most of the power is off. Might make striping the generator easy. As far as this wing goes, there are fewer mutant mole things. Wait! there's one, bang bang (oh the mouth related gun pain) click. Oh that's not good. Reload time.
“....system offline.” Opening the main stable door was not possible, so I activated the emergency quick release and it dropped off. “Well that explains the door."
After giving the terminal a once over, I found no luck to be had. An avalanche destroyed the reactor room and, by any guess, the main sparkle generator. On the bright side, I unlocked the Armory. So let’s look at what we have.



"Two boxes (20 rounds) of ten millimeter ammo, a big rifle thing I'm not putting in my mouth ever, some 5.56 ammo, another 10mm hand gun, and one saddle bag."
After looking over the contents of Stable 12’s armory, this was the best option of them all. I headed back up and decided to strap the rifle to my saddle bag rather than my back. Ok, next stop, somewhere else. Maybe a town or a building. Somepony must have scrap around here. The rest of the stable was empty. I could swear, on the way back though the stable’s door-less door, that lockbox was taunting me. 



Ok, next stop, anywhere heading north. I could see somepony. No clue if that's good or bad, better hide. As the pony gets closer, he seems to be pulling a full wagon. Well, better try it. 
Calling out "Hey there!" might not be safe so why not "Hi there traveler, want to trade?" Ok, that's a good sign. Let's see what our new friend has.
"So what you looking for?"
The trader seems to be ok. "Well, I want to trade this." I said pulling the rifle off my saddle bag and showing him. He gave it a once over and we agreed on some food, ammo and what he calls a ‘Battle Saddle’. He helped me into it and said he could part with a lower yield rifle that fires 5.56 rounds. So, now I got (on top of a less painful mouth) a better gun and directions to some place called Hoofinton or some name like that.
Stable 53 is right inside this city. Not hard, fair bit of travel, nothing really out here but rocks and dirt and maybe the odd mutated hog. Well here's one now! Speak of the devil, click kaboom.
"And there goes my ear." Great! Traded mouth pain for ringing ears. It’s still a better trade off.
These battle saddles are really itchy and.... dink, is that a metal apple? How in anything does that… ZAABOOM! Whoa, the world’s all spinney and I feel.... thud. 



"Anypony home? Goddess, poor buck couldn't take one."
What is going on? SPEAK SLASHWING SPEAK "Um, uh, hi?"
A pony was staring down at me. "Hey stable buck, take it easy! One hoof at a time."
As she helped me up, I can feel... yep that's lunch. I then proceed to empty lunch onto the mare who was helping me. Great way to make an impression.
"Well better out than in stable buck. Name’s Boomageton. Friends called me Boom but they’re all dead."
Great to know. "I'm Slashwing. I'm from stable oh…" I once more emptied the last bit of my stomach.
Boom told me how she knocked me out right before I walked into a slaver zone and then wiped out a small group. For a unicorn, she knows her way around explosives.
"So can you teach me how not to get blown up while carrying grenades?" I might as well ask.
She turned her head towards me. "Simple. YOU DON'T give ME all the explosives, but if you must carry them. Do so in an armored box with safety padding." Well that's smart but I like the not carrying live explosives idea.
"Oh look, a mutated hog." I pointed out.
Clink KABOOM, she missed. Clink clink click, oh goddess, KABOOM KABOOM KABOOM. Ok, it’s either past us or dead.
"So Boom, what can I expect in the way of pony life out here?" That seems to be a million bit question seeing as she is the second pony I’ve seen out here.Makes sense to ask, after all, don't want to go walking into one of those Slaver zones. 
"Well, you’ve got around the Trottinghame region. Their factions fall under Raider, Slavers, Citizens, Outsiders and Movers."
Looking over expectancy, I decided to choose some at random. "Who are the outsiders?" 
Smiling, she began to explain, "Well, they’re made up of several groups. First, you’ve got the traders that come from places like Tenpony or The Crystal Ruins, then you’ve got adventurers like me who came here seeking fortune, then you’ve got the steel rangers. Some tech group from Fillydelfia, I think. And finally, settlers looking to set up here."
That helped a bit I guess. After a bit, I asked about another group, "What about the citizens?"
At that, Boom’s face went dark, "The citizens break into three major Towns. You’ve got the "Grand" city of Trottinghame with around two maybe three hundred ponies all walled into the ruins of the city. The builders are a group of ponies up in the Equestrian Robotics Factory. They build robots and sell em, and finally the Rail Runners. A group of train loving ponies with a working train. They keep to themselves."
I felt there was more but I didn’t press. In any case, we were approaching the city wall. Wow, it was big, KABANG....
Something tore through my branding, looks like Boom is screaming and waving around that grenade rifle, wait why is there blood on my.... Oh goddess I've been shot. Need to keep moving, note to self I think I have a chest wound and drag, KABANG, ahh my foreleg! Somepony shot me though my leg. I can't see anypony on the wall shooting CLICK CLICK CLICK CLICK CLICK DING CLICK CLICK CLICK, wait did Boom just? KABOOOOOOM, the entire field to our right just went up, well I can't stay.....



The beeping sound is really annoying, WAIT BEEPING SOUND?!
Looking around me, I see I'm in a medical room but this isn't Stable 54. Where am I? The second I move I'm in a massive amount of pain. Better just lay back and wait. I can hear ponies coming so that's a good sign. Boom and some earth pony, who by power of deduction is either my doctor or executioner, walked into my room.
Boom leaned over "Hey Stable, how you holding up?" Why does she look so upset?
"Yeah Boom, I'm fine. Back hurts like hell but apart from that I'm fine. Why?" 
Now it seemed to be the earth pony’s turn to talk, "You have taken a bullet to both your right front hoof and a .308 round to the chest. You also have eternal damage from a grenade splash. With what you’re wearing, I'm surprised you are alive."
After paying the doctor and discovering that fire arms are not the trade commodity I thought they were, my saddlebag had a good bit of medical supplies. Some healing potions, a med-X, some stuff called Buck and a first aid box full of good healing things that can't be sold separately. I know this will sound strange but I swear everypony is avoiding us. I mean, I'm not that scary! Plenty of ponies have guns and my variant (or did that trader say variation) rifle is nothing compared to a guard pony loading massive red bullets into his gun. Boom and I decided to leave the hospital.
> log2, a storm in 53
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So this is Stable 53? It's darker than I hoped. Goddess, if the generator here is broken too."
Boom just smiled as we walked but didn’t stop floating her grenade rifle around every door before we moved passed it.
"I don't like all those noises. Sounds like something down here is big." Wait, was Boom scared? Well it is dark down here.
"Maybe we could try stealth?" Now Boom just looks confused and that's not a good look on her.
"Stealth? That thing where you put C4 down and wait?" I must look confused because she has the biggest 'I understand it's a joke' face on right now.
"Yeah it might be best to mine a door if we go in. I can disarm them with magic and we can scavenge freely."
So that's what we did and it saved us twice so far. There were these big things Boom called Radgators. They were all over the lower levels but we lucked out and found the Armory. We scavenged it for all its worth. Some more grenades for Boom, a small pile of 10mm pistols for me yay for future mouth related pain and some more 5.56 ammo for my battle saddle rifle which turns out does little against an armored Radgator.
We left most of the ammo that was neither grenade related or my gun related and that brings my internal monologue back up to speed.
"Do you keep hearing gun shots?" A stupid question but one I want answered all the same. Boom looked out the Overmare’s window.
"Yep, three ponies fighting a Radgator below us."
Well that explains…KABOOM, speaking of Radgators, some are coming. Getting behind the Overmare’s desk, I line up my battle saddle while Boom positions herself to be as far back as possible. It’s so her grenades ,even at her lowest powered, won't blow up both me and our way out.
Deciding that three lockers full of grenades is neither safe nor practical; Boom threw them down the stairs. As more Radgators came charging at us, the room below filled with grenades. KABOOM, well that did it.
We eventually found a map of the stable. It showed that the reactor was in the lower floors. Boom looked over at me.
"So, we’re going down now."
Looking back over at her, she started to back up. Why is she doing that? I looked forward and could see another Radgator. Kabang Kabang, that one was down. Now let’s head back... three ponies were standing there. This can’t be good.
"Stable, what's...?” Boom started to speak. “Make any sudden movement an’ I swear to Celestia I’ll shoot!”
Oh god Boom was quick to respond.
"Don't panic." She said to me, "Just focus on my voice. Look, try to bluff the pony."
“There are three ponies, Boom, THREE.” I spoke back.
I thought to myself, just calmly walk out and say something like ‘mines bigger’. That could get the pony to back down. Ok, walking out calmly.
"Mine’s bigger." I think I hear Boom hitting herself in the head.
The one with the gun spoke up, “Oh fuck me with a unicorn horn!”
Oh, I think it worked. The unicorn next to him with the big gun seems to be fiddling.
“Well ah was gonna use this baby on a Gator, but ah think we need it more right now.”
It’s one of those massive bullets.
"What is that?" I asked.
The smile on that face of his looks like he just figured out I my gun has smaller bullets.
“Explosive round, it’ll turn yer body to a bunch a’ bite sized pieces.”
Boom must have perked up at that, "Did somepony say explosives?"
She stepped up next to me and I felt a little better. Boom’s appearance seemed to have caused the pony to her right to completely break composure and the blue one to lose all focus on me.
Boom used the chance to lean over and talk to me, "My saddle is fully loaded. Let me talk and if I say ‘drop’ do it."
Before I could reply, the one with the gun in his mouth spoke up again, “I have two questions for you.”
Boom looked over with ears popped up. Better remember to do that.
"Oh and what would they be?"
Once again the blue pony talked, “One, why are you here, and two, who are you?”
Simple question. Boom was quick on the reply, "I'm Boom and this here's Stable Buck. As for why, well here I think Stable can tell you."
Well guess it's my turn, "I'm here to scavenge parts. My..." Should I say it? Guess so, "stable isn't exactly in the best condition." After getting told I wasn't going to be monitored and Boom was asked not to bring the stable down, we all parted and finally found the reactor.



So four and a half hours later, we can finally leave stable 53.
"Thanks Boom."
Boom just smiled as she levitated several large pieces of reactor out of stable 53. I carried all the smaller, much lighter bits in my saddle bag. We traveled the way back to 54 with all this weight floating behind us, eventually using my not-so-cheap guns to trade for a wagon.
It's strange staring at the entrance to Stable 54. Makes me happy after all, unlike I'm guessing here other stable ponies who probably don't have a stable to return to or want to go back to. I wonder if Boom will be allowed to come in. She has pulled me out of danger and it just seems wrong to not let her come in too.
"So Stable, this is your, well stable?" Looking at the massive door of my stable, she looks so sad. I moved over to the controls flip and say "Hello?"
The communicator burst into life, "This is stable security Chief Lightshell. Who is this? Stable 54 is sealed and will not be opened to any and all outsiders."
This could be bad but I'm sure he will remember my voice. "Its me, Slashwing. I found the parts. We can fix the reactors now."
The massive door starting move aside. Boom let off a gasp as we moved inside and saw standing right at the door leading to the elevator was none other than the Overmare and several stable guards. Boom was given a large drenching in Rad-away and Doctor Stitch patched me up because that doctor left half a bullet somehow in my hoof.

> log3, rewards
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"So you understand these parts are very important to us and we should repay you generously for them Miss?" Walking into the Overmare's office I found Boom talking to the Overmare. I really do suck at this inner monologue.
"Boomageton, you pronounce it Boom-a-geton and there is really no need to pay me any bottle caps. Stable buck has given me something I haven't had in a good few years."
Ok, nopony has seen me. Back up time.
The Overmare spoke up, "And what would that be? Slashwing was only gone for a few weeks. To be honest, I thought he would be gone for months." After that, I walked in and knocked. They both turned to face me.
"Ah Slashwing."
"Hey Stable."



After several hours, the reactors were completely up and running. A meeting was called for all of Stable 54's residents to come to the atrium. Once the stable's able bodied population had arrived, the Overmare stepped up to the microphone.
"Ponies of Stable 54. Over the last three weeks, we have suffered greatly. Our reactor failed and risked our very life inside the stable but if it were not for two ponies. One brave, the other kind. We would not be back to how we are now. Slashwing, please come up here."
Oh great. Walking up, I saw the Overmare looking at me with what I think is relief.
"You Slashwing, braved the outside even knowing only five years ago we lost 23 ponies scouting for a safe place for us stable. And outside you braved the world and saved possibly countless lives and so a reward is in place."
Clopping her hoof on the ground, three unicorns brought up three items all under sheets covering them.
The Overmare started to talk again, "For service to the stable, I present to you these gifts. The first...." Using her own magic to remove the first sheet, she revealed a stable branding combined with what look like stable security armor.
"After hearing the story of almost being killed by horrible ponies, we have repaired the stable branding you used to venture outside with help of security. It should hopefully protect you from any bullets."
She then lifted the next sheet revealing my battle saddle. The same one Chief Lightshell confiscated from me since non-security ponies couldn't have guns.
"The next is your 'Battle saddle'. Chief Lightshell has examined the weapons you carried and has agreed to return to you the saddle, but not with real bullets. You may have rubber bullets to aid security but no real bullets while in the stable."
I felt rather happy about that. I liked my little battle saddle and what's more, it looked like my gun had been fixed and the saddle fitted with my saddle bag on the side of the gun and even an ammo changer.
Finally the Overmare lifted the last sheet showing off a fancy looking device. The unicorn holding it unlocked my Pipbuck, taking it off my foreleg and floated it over to himself.
"And finally, we give you a upgrade to your Pipbuck. It will now do more, including being able to open the stable door so if you ever want to explore the outside at your leisure you may."
This was unexpected. Getting my Pipbuck back, I was being told I was free to leave and return at my leisure. I could just uproot at any time. Smiling, I thanked the Overmare and stepped down, expecting that it was over. However the Overmare spoke again.
"Would Miss Ageton please step forward?"
Looking over, I saw Boom go up to the Overmare and watch another mare walk up behind the Overmare with another sheet.
"Miss Ageton, if not for the Kindness you showed helping our Slashwing safely get the parts to save the stable. We would have lost our home."
Lifting the sheet, I swear everyponies' eyes widened at what we saw. A stable branding and a Pipbuck with a set of missiles in a heart shape on the side. Which anypony could see was Boom's cutiemark.
"So it is only fair that Stable 54 is your home too Miss Ageton. I present you with your own stable branding and Pipbuck. As well as a room and a place among us. You are a true hero to us here."
At the word 'hero', Boom broke down and hugged the Overmare, smiling madly.

> log4, the demo the soilder and the medic
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Life in Stable 54 went back to normal quickly. Boom became a teacher teaching wasteland survival. I went back to my job fixing Stable 54’s farming system if it broke down. But today the Overmare wanted to see me. Goddess life’s hard.
Arriving at the floor, I could see Boom sitting outside dressed up like any other stable pony.
"Hey Boom."
"Hey Stable, looks like we both know this involves the outside world."
Nodding, I opened the door and we headed in. The Overmare was sitting on her podium. When she saw us, she was quick to move down to talk.
"Slashwing, Miss Ageton. We, Chief Lightshell, Head Doctor Newhaven and myself, have agreed it's time to try again. We will open the stable and join the outside."
This was surprising. I expected we needed to go find more parts for something but an exodus?
"But most of the wasteland is dangerous raiders, slavers, and all sorts of monsters. You're not equipped to defend an entire stable population." Boom commented.
The Overmare nodded at Booms remark, "I know, that's why we need both of you to go out and find us enough weapons and protection to help us be prepared to leave."



Three hours later, Boom collected the last of our ammo from the Stable Armory. We headed out about 45 minutes later. Got to say, the wasteland is quite peaceful out here... WAIT, What was that? Well a green unicorn seems to be running towards us. Wait, it's Doctor Stitch.
It was Stitch all right. I would recognize a Stable 54 branding anywhere and doctors had an overcoat on top of it in that weird doctor way. He was coming our way fast. Boom suddenly gasped and had her magic around her grenade rifle, firing at a nearby pile of ruble.
Kaboom pony parts flying everywhere, KABANG, KABANG raiders running from a building, firing madly at us. Well time to stay alive. bang missed click click kaboom. Doesn't matter if Boom is a bit off, she's doing better at spotting them. Thump a raider snuck up on me and got me with a bat.
"I'm gonna use your stomach as a pillow and head as a..." Bang bang thank the Goddess she was so close. I'm not good with range. Looking over I could finally see Doctor Stitch. A raider was reloading one of those massive red bullet guns. I think it's some kind of pistol. Watching as the raider lined up the shot, a baton flew up from the ground, knocking his head up. It caused the shot to miss before the baton came back down on his neck. CRACK the raider went slumping walking over.
Stitch lifted a more recognizable 9mm pistol from another raider's corpse with his magic and let off two rounds into the raider's head. Boom started looting corpses and I walked over to Doctor Stitch who was busy taking ammo off the two dead raiders near him.
"So why are you here all of a sudden?" Not like it mattered. "Overmare send you?"
Stitch looked up at me and almost looked like he was in the middle of telling somepony they had only weeks to live. "No, I've decided I want to travel the outside. Medical ponies are abundant in Stable 54. I won't be missed."
"As long as it's alright with you." he said, fixing his glasses. 
This is bad. I'm not the leader. I just follow Boom around. "Um, you should ask Boom. She knows more and is better at being in charge."
Getting a nod, he walked off. I went to look for the mare I killed. I found her weapon. A weird grey rod with a red section right after the mouth rest. It looks like some kind of club. Wait, the red thing is a burnt out gem. At some point this was powered by magic. That's neat and mine now.

> log5, raido propoganda
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"For a pair of stable ponies, you two really don't seem to mind killing. By any chance, did I miss anything before I joined?" Considering this was the first thing Boom asked since the fight, I didn't really have an answer.
"Four years ago, we tried to find out if it was safe to leave. The result was 28 dead ponies. We learned fast it was safer inside and if we came out it, was kill or be killed." Leave it to stitch to explain it all. Fixing his glasses, he continued, "And as a doctor, it's my job to do no harm. So leaving ponies who do cause harm alive seems against my oath."
Boom's jaw dropped at that. "That's one bit of twisted logic right there." Stitch is just smiling away.
Coming back to Trottinghame seems like a good idea. Just have to make sure nothing is coming or shooting at me. Well, the gate guard looks happy. "Welcome to our great city! What is your business here?"
Boom, like normal, is quick on the reply. "We're from Stable 54. My name is Miss Ageton. The green buck is Doctor Stitch and the red buck is... Stable. We are here to find equipment for our stable and our Pipbucks said this was a city."
I really don't think the guard will believe that. Clack The two large steal doors swung open as we trotted though. Some quick looks but they more or less got bored quickly. I looked around the area and saw what I wanted. A building advertising weapons.
The gun shop must be on the lower end of the gun trade. The weapons all look horribly under kept. I looked over at the mint green mare with a lime mane and tail. Her smile grew.
"Welcome to Rifles' Shotguns. Don't worry, we sell more than just shotguns."
Either the look on my face or my lack of response seemed to give away I wasn't following.
"We sell all kinds of guns."
I gave a quick nod and threw up all the guns I gathered from the raiders onto the counter.
"I want to possibly trade these for some other guns and ammo." Seems about right but the look I'm getting says no.
"What's your name? haven't seen you around before." Well ain't that a million bit question.
"I'm called "Stable" from Stable 54." I was happy Boom called me that so often. I was not about to say my real name to a strange. Wait, what's that look?
"You're Stable? Oh boy! That DJ-Pon3 been warring your ass for weeks. Something about that 'missile monster' but you ain't hearing." What the hell is that?
Just then she turned up the music as a voice came on, "It's that time of the day my little ponies, the Hoof's news is all rapped up so time to move to Trottinghame. Well first off, looks like those tribes, or whoever they are, have begun another round of 'take over the Totting Wastes'. So thank them for scaring off most raiders, then run like hell from them. In other news, the thunder bringer is helping keep you nice ponies safe. So good job kid! And finalyl some depressing news, I reported a while back about the buck from Stable 54. You know the one traveling with that missile launching monster? You all heard me scream for him to run. Well looks like he's back! Still following that missile maniac and what's worse, she has herself a new companion and a new look. If you see a unicorn in a big blue branding with a "54" on it, I recommend being else where. Grab your stable friend kid and run! And now some Sweety Bell singing one of my favorites."

> log6, missile ,miss-stroy
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It had been hours since I ran out of the gun shop. Now, I have no plans on elaborating what I did considering I did a lot of things. What happened is better left to be forgotten but to give the monologue use...
After shooting the radio and storming out, I was chased down by the shop owner and given caps equal to the guns (minus radio repair). I walked around for about half an hour before coming here to stare blindly at the ruins of a building. I've left out the parts I don't want to remember because, well, it's me and I don't really get this. Stable life is easier.
"Hey Stable, you ok?" Boom finally found me. How could the radio say such bad things? "Stitch and I got worried when you didn't show up."
Looking up at her, past the stable branding and Pipbuck, I see the friend I made. The waste-lander who carries a box full of grenades and two guns that throws them.
"Boom, why does the radio call you the Missile Monster?"
The reaction was almost instant. She fell back onto her hind legs, looked away and spoke.
"Because I made a mistake." She looked right at me or maybe though me.
"About three years ago, I was moving from city to city. Trying to strike it rich. Some weird, broken robot flying around tried to get me to do something. All I remember is it involved guns so I joined on with a caravan. It was about twelve of us. I was the explosive expert because that's all I could do apart from carry extra junk. We would split it based on how much work we did. All honest trading, mainly guns and the odd pile of scrap for either group of builders or royals."
She then detached her semi auto grenade launcher off her battle saddle with her magic and placed it next to herself.
"I made a few good friends while traveling with them and plenty of caps. Then one day a group of ponies wanted us to move two large metal boxes with our normal shipment. Said they had crazy robots the builders could fix and that they came from Craterpeak. The citizen groups were always getting their robotic guards fixed so we went off. Only, about half way Starcream yells 'Slavers, they're slavers!' so we all run over to him just in time to watch his head explode into five large chunks."
Boom got up.
"Once he exploded, I whipped out my gun and started shouting. No point given what was going on. Before I knew it, I was shooting back. A few bucks and a mare sided with me. The rest only cared about the money. We were losing fast. One of the bucks knocked a crate open and inside were missiles. Now, I know my missiles so I levitated some across and used my magic to ignite and fire them."
Boom took a moment. It was clear these memories hurt her greatly.
"Once that was working, one of them grabbed a missile launcher as well. They shot at me and I redirected the missile to my left but it hit the slave wagon's doors. It crushed everypony inside seeing how the doors flew inward. By the time it was over, we had won but only me and the mare who's name I can't remember were left. We parted ways. Next thing I know, the radio is calling me a monster for killing slaves and ponies started to avoid me. The only good thing is demo raiders don't attack me or anypony with me."
Once she was done, we headed back to the hotel and we counted over our supplies. Stitch explained how while we don't need that much, a surplus of first aid boxes and magical bandages will be better than magic potions. Boom went over the reason why we had it so easy so far.
"You see, this area on the map is territory of C44's Demo Raiders who like explosive weapons. They like me enough to ignore me. Then there's the area's clans, their infighting or cross-clan fighting kills or scares off any raider not part of either major raider faction."
After a quick meal, we headed to bed. It cost us a small pile of caps but I think twas worth it.
> log7,chosen occupation 
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The next morning, my opinion on the beds changed. I hadn't been sure of them but I got some good sleeping. Needless to say, Boom made sure I slept with a pistol. Today, we set out to complete the Overmare's orders, oh and breakfast.
"So Boom. What is this stuff?"
The wasteland Boom gave me a calm look.
"It's called meat, Stable. Not good for the soul or digestion but with crops being rare, it's what's we'll have. I would rather save our stable goods for the road. "
I dug into my meat and thought that it didn't taste half bad. After breakfast, Boom gathered us around the front of the local town hall for a talk.
"Alright both of you! We need caps. Tons of them. How would we get said caps? Easy jobs from random people wanting something done, to groups or organizations needing a extra hoof. Doc, the medical center here is in need of spare doctors since one of its nurses left. I said we have a doctor with stable training and they promised extra caps if you use our own stock pile of medical equipment. We can buy more anywhere."
Doctor Stitch gave a quick smile and headed off in the hospital's direction. Boom turned to me.
"Ok Stable, I thought long and hard on this and I sighed you up as a possibly member of the Trottingham Rangers."
A quick look from me was all she needed.
"They are a group of Bounty Hunters and Beast Hunters that call this area home. There's only about 25 of them so they don't even rank as a faction but they are a good group. I ran with them a few years back."
I gave her a quick nod. Boom quickly called over a stallion dressed in a leather suit and cowpony hat. He gave me a once over and sighed.
"Now Boomageton, when you said a companion of YOURS would be joining us, I thought it would be somepony older. Hell! He looks just a year younger than you and his armor. It's a stable branding..."
He was silenced by Boom's voice.
"Hey now! Listen here, Stable is a fine buck. He took on radgators with that 55.6 and a 10mm pistol in that very branding and you said your group would help outfit him. All he needs is a little pick me up and he's as good as I was."
The stallion stood there for a minute before answering.
"The one who said that was old Torchlight and the only reason I'm here, instead of Torch, is because I deal with recruits and this one ain't no you."
Boom stood there and raised one eyebrow. With that action, the stallion backed up.
"Alright, Torch can train the buck."
The stallion indicated to me to follow him. Glancing back, I could see Boom looking a little concerned so I gave her a smile in hopes that it will brighten her mood.
> log8, trottinghame's rangers
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

After walking with the stallion for a good 30 minutes, I found myself at some Hunters building. It had most likely been a Police station and turned into a hunting house later. Inside were several mares and stallions dressed in a range of leather armor. Some were simply wearing a leather jacket while some looked to be wearing actual reinforced armor. Before I could finish looking around, I was kicked on the flank by somepony. I hit the ground with a thud causing everypony to look at me. Most of the stallions went back to what they where doing; a few of the mares laughed. As I got up, I noticed a yellow unicorn mare looking at my battle saddle and branding. She gave it a once over then she stuck her nose so far in the air I swear her horn touched her back. She trotted out. The stallion I was with pushed me until I was moved into an open room.
"You stay here kid. Torchlight will be with you shortly."
The radio was playing in the background. I listened for about five minutes of the DJ talk about other regions of Equestria. It looked like Trottinghame was next on the list.
"Hope you enjoyed that song everypony, because it's that time again Trottinghame. Your update news hour. Now, I know you're all digging to hear about the Thunder Bringer and his boom-stick so here's the latest and ,unfortunately, it's sad news. OnsTe of his dear companions lost their lives helping out some ponies near the royals and he has been talking to Trottinghame's pegasi clans. Thunder, don't know what you're planning but pop in to Tenpony and my assistant Rapid Sparks can get an interview."
A few songs played and there were some reports about the Demo Raider clan fighting some possible raiders around stable 12 Hopefully that lock box is still there, the contents shall be mine someday. Then another report came on.
"Ok children, I bet you're wondering about one particular pony in that bright blue branding. 'Stable' as he's been called by the proud ponies of the grand city of Trottinghame, has either got the worst case of Stockholm syndrome in the entire wasteland or he knows something I don't because yesterday he finally got my warning. His response? To shoot up the radio and storm out of Rifles and Shotguns, capless despite going in there to sell guns. The worse part? After being chased down by the owner to hand over the caps he earned, a faithful listener made the mistake of telling him to and I quota, 'Stop following that monster like a lost puppy or you will end up dead you idiot.' Stable please, if you are listening at all, please don't go shooting at ponies just trying to help you. Personally children, I don't get you. Trottinghame looks like two sides of a cap out there. This has been DJ-pon3."
About ten minutes later, the door finally opened and a stallion with a grey coat and a suit of reinforced leather armor branding came in.
"In the last two hours and seven minutes, you have not tried to leave the room, look around or do anything that would implement you are part of the enclave or one of the pegasi clans. So, who are you?"
My first thought was What was this guy on about? and my second thought was I better answer him.
"My name is Stable. Well actually, it's Slashwing but everypony calls me Stable. Boom wanted me to join you so I could get better at living in the wasteland."
The stallion before me indicated for me to continue.
"You see, Stable 54 needs caps to buy supplies. They're planning to move into the wasteland and I need a job so Boom sent me here."
The stallion raised his hoof for me to stop.
"Well, my little explosive pony does know best despite the blasted radio."
He then reached back into his saddle bag and produced a leather jacket. It was only now that I noticed his wings. 
"Welcome Stable, to the Trottinghame Rangers."
> Log9, Plaza battle
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

The five bottles stood there perfectly, even after my five shots.
The yellow mare from earlier, who's name I learnt was Sunny Silver, looked completely amazed.
"That's amazing! We are about a meter away, not even that, and you missed all of them. You did say you killed a pony with that gun right? With bullets? Not just beating the pony with the gun?"
This was embarrassing. I said I chosen the rifle as my primary weapon for a reason. That reason being my mouth. But thinking back, I used it to fight what so far? Radgators, a raider and scaring that blue earth pony? Boom does most of the fighting. I just help. Sunny was quick with motivation.
"Don't worry Slashy. I sucked with a rifle too after I left tenpony. I failed at even hitting a stable door point blank!" Oh that's another thing. She likes nicknames. So I'm now 'Slashy' to her.
She walked over to a table to grab a magazine reading 'Rifleponies Weekly' The latest edition in 195 years. and passed it to me, "Give that a read though. I'm going to look at our bounty wall."
Sunny left me with the magazine and I walked out into the main hall. For whatever it was worth, the Trottinghame Rangers at least respected me. Or maybe just feared Boom.
There was an initiation held for me after I got my jacket. A member explains how I should be as a member and have a current member vouch for me. I would talk about that but its hush hush. The member that vouched for me was Boomageton. Not just Boom but the pony The Wasteland sees no matter how she looks. Her body was covered in metal armor. Only her head, neck and hooves showed. Around her tail were rings that looked like grenade pins, a pair of goggles around her neck and to finish it off her weapons. The first was a missile launcher on her left and her right was not her semi auto grenade launcher but what looked like a fully motorized grenade minigun. It's needless to say having Boom say I should join worked wonders.
After the initiation, she gave me a gift. I hadn't had a chance to look and now seemed like a good time. The paschal was well wrapped then again she is a unicorn and it even had a note.

"Dear stable,
For all those times you need to light the way, or you need me there the most but I'm not there to blast away ghosties.
Boom."

I tore open the box and I stared down at what I could guess was two things. Well three of you include the assortment of bullets. The first was a book, 'The Bigger, The Banger'. According to the cover, it was a recall to some 'Ministry of Image'. The second was a pistol of some kind. It only looked like it could hold one shot but the size of the bullet was the same as some of the bigger guns I've seen. It must be really powerful.
Strapping it onto my side, Sunny arrived with a bounty on her horn.
"Well Slashy, we got us a bounty big enough to spit fair but small enough I don't end up killing us both."
I gave her a quick smile and a nod before grabbing my book and following her. Traveling back though Trottinghame was different without Boom. Many of the local ponies I've seen at least twice avoided me while new comers had no problem pushing past me. I could see what Boom meant by ponies acting based on who you travel with. Eventually, we arrived at our location. I could see ten other ponies. Six of which wore our ranger branding; the other four looked like mercenaries. Once we got to the group, a pony in the reinforced leather got onto a rock.
"Alright everypony, about nine hours fast trot from here is Old Vapors Plaza where a group of raiders is hold up. Now, this is a group effort. It's going to take five teams of two working together to keep these raiders from escaping back to wherever raiders escape to. Now, the mercs have been paid by Torchlight already so they ain't getting a cut from the bounty itself but it's still 'first come' to all loot, so let's get trotting ponies. I want them gone by daybreak."

Vapors plaza was going to be my first real job outside of the stable. Our leader gave a quick wave of his hoof as we started walking. Sunny was quick to separate me from the group for a once over.
"Now Slashy, I'm not like Boomageton. She can hold her own against any number of raider ponies. I'm just a mare with a carbine and a sawed off. I'm big on the playing it safe part so if it comes down to letting a raider go or getting shot up, I'll let em go. Better to get chewed out and lose caps then get short up and get a grave."
That made a lot of sense.
"Ok, I'll keep that in mind."





Getting closer to Vapors Plaza, I can see why they took it over. What was left of the place looked like some kind of fortress. Ruble had been layered to form walls while ponies patrolled them. Once we got into range, the group leader halted us.
"Alright my little assault squad, here's the plan. Your number will be assigned by how late you arrived. I am on team one. We will be taking the front with team two and four." 
Two ponies to my left nodded in agreement. They also looked to be the best armed, even next to the mercs. 
"Teams three and five are to go around the left and right respectfully. Either flush them out or gun them down as they run out." 
Sunny gave a nod. Our area to attack was a small dinner. It looked like the only way to enter was busting a window or a door. Sunny levitated out her large pistol she called a 'sawed off'. She cracked it open and loaded two fresh rounds.
"Hey, got any shotgun shells?" This was an odd question. She didn't have a shotgun.
"Why would you need shotgun shells? Frankly I don't know what a shotgun shell looks like."
The response was a quick facehoof followed by a bullet being levitated into my face.
"This. This is a shotgun shell. It's not called a sawed off shotgun for a reason."
A very quick shuffle though my saddlebag revealed none.
"Well Slashy, don't worry. It'll be stupid to carry around ammo you can't use."





The signal the battle had started sounded. We quietly moved up to the building. Sunny quickly found a window that was broken and we climbed though. She stared at me, expecting me to do something. After a few second, she spoke out.
"Well turn it on." Now I was confused.
"Turn what on?"
For the second time ,Sunny facehoofed then grabbed my Pipbuck leg.
Turn on your EFS." 
With that, she hit a button and my eyes where hit by some kind of green lines. I tried to swat at them and did little but slap myself in the face. The lines began to settle and form objects before a message hit me square on out of nowhere.
[Thank you for activating your Eyes Forward Sparkle (EFS). This sub system has been installed by stable tech to insure survival in a unforeseen future of hostility...]
I read though its descriptions on the settings. I decided against the 'Predicted Health Meter' because I don't want to know how close I will be to dying as well as the map updates. They seemed annoying and turned off the body warning alerts. I think I'll know if I break a bone.
Walking down a corridor with an EFS is creepy. I could see where ponies were for a short distance as little dots. This would explain Doc Stitch being able to find us so easily. We found our first raider up on the dinner roof firing a scoped rifle. I took three shots at him from my pistol. My jaw regretting each shot. Two of them missed but the last hit home in his branding. Giving a yelp, he called out some form of profanity. Something about whores and a hellhound. No idea what that's all about. Sunny lined him up and fired once into his head. He dropped like a rag doll. I looked around to see the rest of the Trottinghame Rangers running though the front of the plaza. Sunny gave a quick cheer before indicating to a small two story shop. 
"Go see if you can find something good in there. I'm gonna clear the rest of the alley." Before I could reply, she galloped off to kill and be merry.
I kicked down the door. It hurt like hell but was worth it. Right on the table was a magazine called 'Future Buck Today' with a picture of a pony in some amazing looking armor. I wanted it right then and now but couldn't so I slipped it away. Then I saw a new gun. It was a pistol; no clue what type. Looking around, I saw another magazine lucky me. This one was 'Police Stories.' This one read about a long dead pony who was a hero. I looked at the unicorn on the cover. He had an exact match for my new pistol. So, I guess it was a police pistol.
I took a quick look at my Pipbuck. It indicated it had a name, 'Stability'. Not the name I would have chosen but I'm not who owned it. I walked around the floor, looking around, when I heard a door quickly slammed shut upstairs. I ran as quick as I could up the stairs and bucked down the door. I heard the sounds of a mare's scream while doing so. I looked across the room to find a raider mare curled up in the corner. I quickly raised my gun to fire.
"Please! NO! I DON'T WANT TO DIE. I'M NOT LIKE THEM!"
Wait, what? Looking at my perceived hostility meter, she was green not red. She was a raider and yet she was begging for her life. Was I really going to kill somepony just for dressing like a raider? She was with the raiders. She was one of them.
"Please, I only joined to help my settlement."
That settled it, I put Stability back in my holster. She was just like me. She did what she needed for her town. I do what's needed for the Stable. She tried to get up but her legs gave way. At this point, it was clear I needed to move her myself.
> log10, clean up
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Ok, I'm going to say this now. Carrying a mare on your back is a bad idea. 
Taking her into the next room, my real problem was explaining why. I could use the 'I'm a stable pony. We don't like to kill.' but I take shots at any raider and animals I see hostile. I looked down at the mare. She was no older than me and looked to be an earth pony. It doesn't explain why she is so weak. 
I gave her a push and she looked at me, curled up on the floor. Just then, I could hear Sunny calling me. I ran over to the window and I looked out. She was at the dinner's door and coming inside. In a panic, I grabbed the raider's branding. Tearing it off and stuffing it into my saddlebag. My heart was racing. I was either about to get this mare killed or have to kill her myself after sparing her. My head stared spinning. As I looked back up, I came face to face with Sunny who was floating her sawn off. I backed up, trying to explain to Sunny who just raised one eyebrow and smiled. 
"Now now Slashy. No need to look all embarrassed. When I heard screams and grunting from the other side of the connected building, I thought you had gotten stuck in a hooffight," She looked down at the mare "But now I can see perfectly well." 
She gave me a quick knock on my shoulder. "Come down when you're done." With that, she closed the door with a quick wink. 
I just stood there. This was by all means the weirdest moment in all my life and I've spent about a month out here in the Wasteland. I turned back to the mare. It was about time to move her. 
"So can you stand at all?" 
It was a stupid question but answers are needed. 
"Um yes, but do you have any Buck? I could use a Buck right now." 
I think I did as I looked though my saddlebag. I found a few things that might help. First was the buck, the second was my blanket to keep her warm and the final item was my knife which I had dumped into my saddlebag ages ago. I had to help her up and she was able to walk down the stairs with me. We came out of the building to see the rest of the rangers with all of the bodies, including two of our own, on carts in the center of the plaza. They had been stripped of everything. The thought then hit me. Looking over at the mare, I could see relief in her eyes. 
"Did you know any of them?" 
She just shook her head, "No, they threatened our settlement and said unless we gave them new members every month, they would kill us. I was the first." 
We ambled over to where the weapons, armor and other items had been piled up separately. The mercs had taken their share already. I could see Sunny having fun with a new scoped rifle and two of the others were arguing over some boxes of ammo. In the piles, I saw something I wanted. It was a book called 'Dragon's Guide to Wasteland Cooking'. The book, according to the first page, was a hoof written guide using blank journals and a copy/paste spell left over by the Ministry of Image. It detailed how to use pre-war kitchen ware and post-war techniques. Like, the use of flamers for campfires, how to tell if what you're cooking is attracting predators, and even a section on how to properly prepare pony for his cannibal readers. Don't know why but I kinda want to try that. 
While I took the book, the mare picked up a pre-war dress to wear. Just then, our party leader came over looking rather mad. 
"Now look here Stable, that mare's a raider. Sunny said you two were up there bucking each other mad. Now I ain't got no problem with you fucking any mare you want. Stallion's and mare's love lives or flings ain't my business but if she causes problems with the bounty, I have no problem killing her and beating the shit out of you and leaving you behind. Got that?" 
For a moment, I was speechless at the accusation. Is that what Sunny was going on about? My response was fearful but for different reasons. Luckily, one of the leather armored mares spoke up. 
"Not a good idea Ironstone. You don't know yet but he's real close to Boomageton and she is one mare not to piss off. I've seen her crush missiles mid flight with her magic and detonate hellfire eggs if she is angry enough." 
That was enough to get him to back off. 



 

That night, we stayed in a old bombed out farm area. Somepony had built a nice shelter over a crater. It kept the wind off of us. The mercs had left us to go to another nearby job. That left us to wander around. Ironstone and some others had taken a look at the farm house while the unicorns moved some of the wagons into the shape of a wall. They pitched their tents up against it. 
Sunny volunteered for watch from a silo with another pony called Spotlight, leaving me to catch some shut eye. 
"Um...Stable?" 
I turned over to see the mare from the plaza. The green dress didn't suit her light blue fur. 
"Can I sleep in here with you?" 
I gave her a quick nod. Apart from Sunny, who I'm starting to suspect heard our actual conversation about why I spared her, everypony had a very hostile presents towards her. So in turn, she kept close enough to me. Which I think means keeping close to Boom who everypony fears. 
"Sure, go ahead. Never did get your name. What is it?" 
She trotted in as I closed the top. 
"My name's...Nightlight. " 
I gave her a smile and moved myself to a far end of the crater to give her some room. As I was drifting off, I could feel something warm pressing itself under one of my forehooves. I looked over and could see Nightlight curling herself up under the spare blanket. Well, it was cold and I was to sleepy to mind.
> log11, next morning
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

I have to say, waking up the next morning to find a mare under your hooves is both quite strange but peaceful. It was broken, however, when I looked across the crater to see Sunny all smug and happy. It was rather annoying. 
Nightlight was still sound asleep when Sunny moved to exit the crater. 
"The rest of the Rangers already headed back to the city. I wanted to make sure you two would be awake to know we can go back together later." 
She walked out and left me with the challenge of how to wake up Nightlight. It felt wrong to me to just wake somepony, so I just laid there. Luckily, it didn't take long for her to yawn herself awake. She looked quite happy to see me first thing. We got up and packed away the blanket. We trotted out of the tent and saw Sunny wave us over to a campfire. It was time to have breakfast. 
This was a great opportunity to try out my cooking book! I flipped though the pages until I found a recipe on how to prepare 'Wasteland stew'. Between Sunny and myself, we had almost all the ingredients. Nightlight, unfortunately, didn't have anything on her. 
"All I'm missing is bloatspirit meat, what ever that is, and a pot." 
We decided to split up to find the items. Sunny went to hunt bloatspirits while I checked inside the farm house for a pot. The inside of the farm house was well kept. Most of the broken tables and chairs had been piled to one side while bed mats lay on the other. The kitchen was by all means a mess but a pot was easy to find. I checked the refrigerator which gave me some maize, mantis legs, and a squirrel on a stick. I left the last one. Don't trust how when a mole can be pony size, a squirrel is still its normal size. 
A few minutes later, I was adding bloatspirit meat to the pot and letting it simmer. I have to say, it smells bad and after dishing up, it tasted as bad. But the flavor of meat is a new one to me ,growing up on a diet of vegetables will do that, so I couldn't complain. After we were done, Sunny lead us back to Trottinghame. 



 

"50 caps, 50 fucking caps! That doesn't even cover my ammo costs! The fucking bounty said 300 caps per team of two." 
Sunny had been pacing back and forth for a good while now. It seemed the contractor was unhappy that all the raiders hadn't been at the plaza during the attack. So, he's refusing to pay in full till it's done. The end result was 100 caps per team and as a result, the Trottinghame Rangers aren't continuing the bounty unless we get paid more or get full payment for what we already did. Needless to say, all parties are not budging. 
I decided to take this time to visit Stitch. He was at the main hospital helping out. It was the same one Boom had taken me to. As I walked past her, Nightlight was quick on my tail. I slowed down so she could catch up.

[min]

The hospital itself was a strange building that was distorted by time and war. It looked like it was built from pre-war materials after the war but compared to the hotel or most of the shops, the walls had clean, fresh paint and the furnishings almost new (well new by wasteland standards).
Stitch was in full doctor mode. Out of all seven working doctors and surgeons back in Stable 54, Stitch was special. His talent was medicine as I was told by the Overmare. I could see why, looking though the window to the surgery he was working hard on. He slowly cut into the flesh, swabbing away the blood as he opens the chest, putting down the scalpel and taking up some kind of saw. He began cutting the ribcage free then floated it across to a tray. Focusing his magic in a machine, he levitated scissors and some pipes carefully. He cut the arteries connected to the heart then started attaching a pipe to each before removing the heart itself. Why did seeing it make me hungry? Placing it onto the table, a nurse brought in four hearts. Three were biological, one I think robotic (well it's metal).
Stitch examined each before reaching into his medical bag and removed a small device. Putting it onto the heart before giving a nod, he walked back over and fused the heart to each of the arteries. He check each one to insure the heart was beating correctly. Re-fusing the ribcage, he preceded to stitch up the chest then cast a healing spell over the pony. He walked back to the waiting area.
Nightlight was listening to the radio before the nurse, seeing me, quickly shut it off and popped it under her table. My reputation as a radio lover has spread. Nightlight looked over curiously.
"Are you the 'Thunder Bringer'?"
That was a strange question considering.
"Sorry I'm not. Ponies call me Stable."
She gave me a nod, "Oh yeah! That ranger said that and the radio says you're helping raiders by letting them live. Is that what I am now, just some raider?"
If I had learned anything, it was I hated the radio host a lot.
"Don't worry, that radio producer has a bad habit of reporting on things he doesn't have the full story on."
She gave me a reassuring smile and brushed past me.
"Thanks Stable."
> log12, working days
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Stitch gave a stern look at Nightlight. He had recommended I have an examination to make sure the Wasteland hadn't managed to do much damage on a biological scale. This invoked a full physical. It was really basic stuff, checking my nerves, eyesight, heartbeat and then came the part I hated. My wing examination. The two bits of extra flesh and feathers everypony called wings. Stitch thankfully knew this and was careful with his words. 
"Now Slashwing, this is important with your wings." 
I looked down. I could hear the lectures on how I should take better care of them. 
"Has being in the Wasteland stimulated them in anyway?" Well this isn't what I expected to hear. 
"No. Why? Is something wrong?" 
His answer was a quick unexpected jab of my wing, "Your wing muscles have strangely, rapidly developed while outside Stable 54. I would put this down to age, but being only one of four ponies born a Pegasi, the records are slim." 
He leaned close for the next part, "While I'm not going to buck you off a cliff, do find out won't you?" 
Turning to face Nightlight again, "As for you, Miss Highlight was it?" 
"Nightlight." 
Stitch just nodded and pulled up a chart sheet. 
"To start, you have obtained several hazardous addictions. Weak legs, inability to stand and weakened skin are all signs of Buck withdrawal. Bloodshot eyes and a slow response time are only part of early Mentols addiction and your headaches I believe are linked to Dash addiction. With time, you will recover but for the Buck withdrawal, it may kill you to simply stop using it until your body naturally builds back up. So, until then take increasing smaller doses of Buck to equal out the effects." 
Watching Stitch work was incredible but hearing that she was addicted to stuff like Buck was horrifying. I had even given her some not knowing it was addicting. At that moment, a very familiar voice came into our attention. 
"Doc, I need patching up. Oh wow I am losing blood. And some blood transfusions." 
Boom walked in. On one side of her was Torchlight and the other was another Trottinghame ranger. Looking at her, she had her metal armor on with the exception of a large chunk blown out of the right side where two knives protruded from her flesh. Her face hadn't fared well either. I could see a massive cut above her right eye causing blood to fill her goggles and to top it all off, looking at her Pipbuck image, she had a broken foreleg. 
"Oh hey Stable. I scored us 3000 caps taking out some of those slavers up in the Royals territory but then the contractor turned round and tried to fuck us over by killing us so next stop is Castle Highridge ok..." 
Boom then proceeded to roll her eyes into her head and pass out. 



 

It had been a few hours and Stitch's coat was now as red, or more than, mine but Boom was going to pull though barely. I decided to wait by her bed for Boom to wake up. It seemed only right after all she did it for me. Nightlight came in after about half an hour to bring me some food. It lacked the taste of what I had cooked or stable food but then it was probably over 150 years old. 
Since boom was showing no sings of waking up soon, Stitch arranged for a mattress for me to sleep on. I stayed up as long as my body let me before I half fell onto the makeshift bed. Nightlight took this opportunity to hit the hay too. This time, she just lay down next to me. Thinking back to everypony's comments on us, I took a chance and moved closer. And for the first time in forever, used one of my wings to wrap around her. The response was her moving a little closer and rubbing up against me. Who knows? This might be the start of something.





Voices. Why do I have to wake up to voices?
"So, is Stable in charge?" The first voice clearly belonged to Nightlight. So, she's already up and about.
"No, I think he likes it that way. Less responsibility on top of this stable mission." Boom! That's Boom's voice. She's ok! That's good to know.
"Besides Stable is a pretty poor wastelander. Can't shoot for shit.." Well thanks Boom. "But that's because I feel he ain't using the right type of gun. Once he finds it, he'll improve. What about your weapon of choice?"
I could hear Nightlight scrap her hoof on the ground.
"I don't really use a weapon. I just hide." A quick pause was then followed with some good news, "But with the right equipment, I can pick locks! Not advanced ones but most basic ones."
After that, I went back to sleep for a bit.





Now was possibly a good time for an inventory check. I had collected a small gathering of items I needed to sort though. First out of the saddle bag was my two books, both of them had uses especially the cookbook. Next were my magazines, Future Pony Today still looked really good and I would have to give it a flick through one of these days. The next set of things was my small weapons arsenal Stability, Boom's pistol, my 10mm, the strange rod that ran off gems and my battle saddle. Looking at this, Boom was right. I used a range of weapons and didn't focus on one type. I would need to change that. The only things left in my bag were assorted ammo types and bottle caps.
"Where are your magical healing potions?" I jumped. Stitch had walked out of an operating room with his medical saddlebags on.
"It's important to have at least seven magical healing potions on you at all available times." He floated out seven potions, adding them to my inventory. I just hung my head.
"Yes Stitch, I understand."
"You better. I didn't train you in wasteland survival but I did have you apprentice under me for basic medicine." Carefully putting my items back, I hurried to catch up with Stitch. He was almost marching full pace down Trottinghame muttering to himself.
"Three days rest. She needed three goddess damned days rest."
We eventually arrived back at the same place we stayed a few days ago. Inside, I could hear the familiar voice of a radio pony. Oh how I love music. Thankfully Trottinghame ponies had learned their lesson, because the moment I walked in, a pony shut it straight off. Boom had found herself a table. What's more, Torchlight and the Trottinghame Ranger from the hospital were with her. Sitting down, Nightlight shuffled over next to me. It conveniently put me between her and the Rangers. Boom raised an eyebrow but Torchlight pulled out a contract and placed it on the table.
"So as you all know, the Royals decided to not pay up on their 9000 cap contract. Not that I wouldn't say it's uncommon for the big heads up there to not pay past their down payment, which we did collect prior to completing the contract. But it's not the Royal's style to dispose of hired muscles when it comes to contracts. So, here's the plan. We go to their whatever it is they turned the local ministry building into, knock on the front door, and get our pay. And if that doesn't work..." He took a moment to smile, "We put DJ Pon3 on the radio and throw it in there."


> log13, all round meal
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Breakfast consisted of a decade old box of cereal, some stable Apples, produce from the city that looked and tasted bad for something 'fresh', and meat from a Radhog, whatever that is. The meat tasted delicious and left my mouth watering after each bite. Once we had our fill, Torchlight and the other ranger headed back to the police station. That left the four of us to wander around Trottinghame. Boom pointed out shop after shop. Eventually we found what I assume Boom was looking for. There was a massive market right at the back of the city. Stalls lined the roads, selling all sorts of odds and ends. Some looked enticing, others felt off. Before too long, Boom gathered us in the center of the market.
"Alright! We have a few hours before we need to get going. So, I feel a bit of shopping is in order. Stock up on what we need and watch your cap bag."
We split up after that. I quickly found a book stand selling all sorts of pre-war books. None of them looked to be any good. Next was an armor stand. Most of it was too expensive but after some, rather bad haggling, I managed to buy a Stable 53 mare security banding and helmet for Nightlight. It seemed better and safer then giving her back her raider's armor.





"Oh young stallion! Would you help an old mare?"
Looking around, it took a moment to figure out the voice came from the alleyway. I walked over so I could get a better look. Her skin looked burned and her eyes had almost gone completely white. The wasteland must have been hard on her.
"Thank you, I must get food back to the children I aid. It's dangerous for an old mare alone but I'm sure with you they won't go hungry anytime soon." We traveled down the alley which was quite safe despite her worries. We reached a clearing and the old mare looked happy.
"Thank you. Now the children won't go without food. I'm sorry I can't reward you".
I gave her a nod but as I began to turn, several red dots appeared on my E.F.S. I looked back to see them. Burnt out ponies with pure white eyes. Their skin rotted like they were dead and then they charged. I was about to call out to the mare when they passed her by. It's at this point I put two and two together.
I backed up as one lunged at me. I managed to get my forehooves up in time to stop it from getting my neck. I tried to buck it off but that only allowed another to tackle me onto my back. It got at my back legs, biting down hard on the unprotected flesh. I let out a painful scream. I couldn't help but think how worthless my battle saddle in this position. So I grabbed the pistol Boom had given me and fired blindly. The bullet, to my surprise, came out like a ball of fire and shot into the air before exploding in a loud bang. It did nothing to help and the final one jumped onto my chest. I used my last free forehoof to try and hold it back but it still got a good bite on my shoulder.
I began wondering what I could do just as the thing was thrown off me with what sounded like thunder. Straining to look over, it was Stitch holding what I think was a shotgun in his magic. The thing got back up even with its stomach and intestinal track falling out around its legs. It charged at him, Bang! A shot to the chest. Tearing the rotted flesh back, Bang another shot right into its leg, ripping it free but still charging. Just as it came over me, Stitch levitated Stability out of its holster and fired it straight into the head. The thing disappeared in a flash of meat and bone.
Now with a free hoof, I was able to buck the back one right into Stitch's sight. With a steady bang, it went down. The final one gave up on getting to my neck and charged after Stitch. But found its eye shoved right into Stability and with a magical pull of the trigger, it was dead as well.





Looking at where Stitch was standing and how his magical aura was still wrapped around the shotgun, the question, like all my questions, formed.
"Sho was using Stability?"
I pulled back my head. There was an almost familiar yellow unicorn standing there dressed in what I assume is high class fashion. She slowly trotted over to the old mare who was attempting to hide in an old doorway. What followed were screams to the sound of Stability firing. The mare then proceed to walk over to me and return my revolver. The mare looked just like Sunny.
"Hey Slashy, good thing I saw that flare."
"Sunny!?"
This was unreal. The mare I knew as Sunny wore leather armor, carried around a sawn off and had dirty hair. This mare was clean, had a dress on and the only weapon she had seemed to be a small pistol. My question however got me a Sunny-like response.
"Yeah, it's me. Surprise! Told you I grew up in Tenpony. Aristocracy for the most part is in the blood. Besides, Torchlight knows the only way into the Royal's castle is with somepony of high class."
Stitch decided now was the best time to look at my wounds.
"The one on your back leg is the worst. Multiple bite marks with tearing of both the flesh and fur. The other wounds can be handled with magical bandages but for this leg injury, you will need a magical healing potion."
So, for the next few minutes, Stitch covered my bites with magical healing bandages before giving me a potion, which tastes awful, to heal my leg. Once that was done, we left the alley. We didn't like the idea of staying long. Torchlight, Boom and Nightlight had gathered in the central area of the market by the time we arrived. After a quick exchange of the adventure, we once again set off as a group.





"So Stable, been wondering this. How's a Pegasus like you end up in a stable below the cloud lines?"
Boom brought the question up, in my guess, to bring some conversation to an otherwise boring travel. I found it strange considering Boom met both my parents back in Stable 54. But I guess she was still confused seeing as neither were Pegasi.
"Slashwing is a result of recessive genes on his mother's side. Family records indicate her great grandmother was one of several Pegasi military members who took shelter in Stable 54." Leave it to Stitch to have an answer to something medical.


> log14, rest stop
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Torchlight decided to take the opportunity to go for a quick fly, which I was envied. Before long, he returned with what looked like a large container of some description that attached to a pipe of another description. Torchlight explained it was a flamer and it was designed to send bursts of fire at targets. I personally found it fascinating how the many pipes and tubes worked but was turned off by the idea of a massive exposed tank of fuel on my back. The Wasteland is an odd place to travel with companions. Occasionally I would look out onto the horizon to see what I think were Raiders in differing states of metal armor looking at us or turning away. Then other times I would see groups of them walk right past us with looks of understanding or fear. The thing that caught my attention about those ones was the explosives they all carried. One day I'll have to ask Boom why they leave her and anyone traveling with her alone.





We had made good time and found a possible place to stay. An old abandoned medical center with the words 'Ministry of Peace' printed on it. Inside was an amazing looking foyer and everypony was able to find a place to separate to without leaving the main room. Boom and Torchlight began scavenging though boxes and bins. Nightlight had collapsed onto a mattress on the floor. Sunny was pointing her sawn off down the double door hallway; daring some raider or thing to come out while Stitch stood over a white box with three butterflies on it.
"So what do the butterflies mean?" More of my stupid questions but if anypony knew them, it was Stitch.
"Something I made sure to destroy in Stable 54. The mark of the ministry of peace." This was odd coming from Stitch. My eagerness didn't need to be asked as he continued, "Ever since before the time of the great war, doctors existed. But you'd be lucky to find a single red cross anymore since the ministry replaced them with that."
This had me pause. Looking at his medical bag, it indeed had a red circle with a white cross in the center. With a swift kick, the butterfly box hit the wall.
"The leader, the mare in charge, had no experience in medicine. She was no doctor or surgeon. Her medical training lay in animal care." Stitch turned to look me dead in the eye. "If Stable 54 history is right, the mare in charge of all of Equestria's medical needs was a veterinarian by trade. That's why instead of chasing after Chief of Stable Medicine, I waged a correctional campaign to have us return to proper medical status."
Nodding, I gave Stitch some space. Clearly places like this were bad ideas. I decided to see what Boom had found.
"So find anything?"
Boom popped her head out of the large table draw. "Nope. Already picked clean. Trottinghame ain't much of a scavenger's town. More a settlement place. I see why mom and dad liked it."
This was the first time Boom had brought up her family so I had to prod deeper.
"Your parents are here too?"
Boom gave a laugh that said she knew this was coming, "Yep! Good old mom and dad from two different sides of this place. After fighting each other's tribe, they ended up fucking each other a different way and bam little baby Boomageton. Lived my early life with dad until my magic was good enough to throw my first grenade. Then it was off to mom's tribe to grow up. Didn't like it so I left but kept the earrings and grenade launcher. I traveled for a bit, didn't like it so I came back to find the tribe had reformed under a new leader and dad's tribe was still the best of the Wasteland. So I just wandered, that's my backstory and I'm sticking to it." 

Sunny, regardless of the wear of high class fashion, was still, as it would seem, a combat pony at heart. With her, or at least someponies', sawn off floating beside her, she looked back at me. An indication to stand on the other side of the door. Doing so put my battle saddle in just the right place for my rifle. A few minutes passed, Stitch had gone from staring at the medical boxes to counting medical supplies. Boom and Torchlight had giving up looking for things and had taken a seat to, from what I could tell, talk about old long past adventures. All the while, Nightlight slept peacefully nearby. My eyes dropped a little at that the idea of a nap. It would be nice but I had to help.
"Slashy. If you need sleep, sleep."
I blinked a few time at the statement. I was perfectly fine and awake. It just seemed nice was all.
"You look like shit. Get some sleep and let the older ponies deal with the guarding."
Now that set me off, "We're the same age."
Sunny just smiles with a shake of the head, "Don't mean in age Slashy. Though I have five years on you. I mean in experience. You may be able to pull the look of Trottingham Ranger off but in the long run, you are still a green as grass stable pony. Not saying that's bad but for Luna's sake, don't go pushing yourself because you feel like dead weight. No matter what happens, if you go to bed right now there will always be another building to scavenge and another raider to fight."
I tried to object but while Sunny gave her little speech, Torchlight had made his way over. He used his wings to force me over to Nightlight.
"Now you get some sleep you hear? Something I got to show you in the morning before we hit the Royals."
And with that, I was forced to sleep.





Waking up was a big surprise. Not only had Nightlight rolled on top of me (not that I'm complaining, I like having her close) but Sunny and Stitch were now bandage up with Sunny wearing a leg brace. Her reaction to seeing me was a half attempt at a smile that came off as a nervous smirk.
Torchlight thankfully filled me in, "Sunny and Stitch, in an attempt to get more supplies, decided it was best to look around. They unintentionallyactivated a Robroco robot in the process. They will be fine. Come on, I'll show you what I was talking about last night."
I followed him outside as he took off his reinforced leather armor. For the first time, I was able to get a good look at the Pegasus's light brown coat and his cutie mark. I expected it to be fire related but it was in fact a hat and a five pointed star. My staring was cut short by his voice.
"Now, what I gather from Stitch is you have never flown." I gave a quick nod to which he sighed, "I know they ain't got young flyers camps in Stables but it is not right for you to just let those wings of yours go. So, I'm going to teach you."
This came as a shock. I had given up years ago on ever flying when I was little. I apparently hovered around in photos but since I got my full adult feathers, it never crossed my mind it would happen. I was snapped back to reality by Torchlight again.
"Now, I ain't worried about you learning in a day. That's not the point. It took years for some of the best flyers in Equestria to even get off the ground with the advantage of flying school. So, I just want the basics of flight into you."
Torchlight indicated up to a ladder standing off a burnt up tree and asked me to climb it. Once up, I was instructed on how to keep my wings apart for a glide and instructed to glide over to him. As I kicked off the tree, wings spread wide, I knew I was going to learn to fly. And as I immediately hit the ground, I knew it would be painful.
> log15, just walk right in
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Dirt, I want to say I've learnt a fair few things in the Wasteland but the thing I never thought to learn was how much dirt will be suddenly painful when hitting it repeatedly. I got up and climbed up the crashed skywagon along the road side. We had since moved from the hospital to continue heading towards the Royals. At every rest stop, camp site or scavenge house, Torchlight was more than ready to kick me off the highest point to teach me how to fly.

"Now tighten up your posture. A proper glide involves maintaining balance with both front and back to balance out; to much in the front you go into a dive, to much in back the wings cause drag now again."

Taking in breath, I jumped from the skywagon, stretch my wings out, got my posture right and proceeded to hit the ground like an earth pony. All Torchlight could do was facehoof.

"I swear you have no natural flying ability at all."

With a fidgeted look, Torchlight waved me off to rest. I walked over to a pile of burning scraps of decaying wood we called our camps fire. I could cook up something. Nightlight had taken over carrying my saddlebag and battle saddle just in case Torchlight tried to kick me off a cliff (again).

"Hey Torchlight, done with all that flying junk?"

I gave her a quick nod, "It's important I learn. I am a pegasus after all." I gave my wing a little pointless flap. Nightlight's response was to throw my jacket over them.

"Well, I say you make for a better earth pony." Her smile was warming and I felt we were becoming closer (hopefully). I grabbed my utensils. I was able to get into my real job in the group as the chef. After all, in our merry group of six, five of us were well armed with our best possible gear and one of them was able to wage her own great war on a grenade level. So I was happy to spend my time over a hot campfire with my nose stuck into 'Dragon's Guide to Wasteland Cooking.'

I felt whoever Dragon was must be a master chef. The recipes he has written down have vastly improved every meal. Things like canned sweet potato become fried wedges, or some radgator and wine become a tasty steak. I feel sorry for anypony who has to eat just plain 200 year old food with a cook book like this around. Looking at my own task, I feel as if we as a whole are a well organized team. Stitch obviously is our best healer but can handle himself in a firefight. Boom not only knows her way around explosives but has a good grasp of the Wasteland. Sunny can fight up close or far away depending on her mood. And Torchlight obviously has leader abilities but can also fly. The only one of us I don't get is Nightlight. I could understand just wanting to stay safe while recovering from her cem addiction (and maybe to get closer to me) but as far as skills, go I can't really tell.

The meat roasting away nicely. It gave me room to focus on other things like, uses for the leftovers in a stew. I looked around the camp again for the eighth time. I don't know how long it for me to finally realize Torchlight was missing. The last time I saw him was when I was preparing to cook but since then he up and vanished. The cloudy sky proved to be no help in seeing him and the others didn't seem worried. So most likely, he was doing something just out of sight from my campfire view. My nose indicated the meat in all it's addictive glory was ready to be added to the pot. With a quick flick of my wings, I took the meat and threw it right in.









Serving up to everypony was, I admit, easier with wings then by hoof. A life time of neglect on my part but then what's a stable pony need wings for underground? Mum and dad always said I should focus on my skills I could use everyday (or was it find a nice mare?). So that's what I did. But this wing work Torchlight was teaching me did improve how fast I could to things, like serving food.

Sunny clopped her hooves together and was quickly followed by Nightlight. "So Slashy, what's on today's menu?"

Smiling, I passed a bowl full of lunch over, "Just a simple take on bloatspirit stew. Since the radhog was going to go to poisonous levels of bad soon I used it up. I had put it on a quick simmer roast over the fire to kill off anything bad."

Sunny paid no mind after I said radhog. Nightlight on the other hoof listened until the end before eating. Boom gave a few nods before finishing off the bowl of stew.

"So that covers all four of your identites then, Sunny is a tenpony resident, Stable and Nightlight are the cook and assistant, while Stitch acts as both her body guard and doctor. That should get you in."

Everypony nodded but this was news to me. As I raised my voice for an answer, Torchlight walked in and provided it.

"Slashwing. As far as Boomageton and myself go, after taking out the mercs the Royals hired, we are most likely wanted for some upbeat crime. Showing up with you blows the cover, it's up to you to get in and get us a way in past the gate."





"Rain. It has to be raining. Maybe if the feather brains could do their jobs rather than fight, the skies wouldn't be raining all the time."

Sunny, to my personal annoyance, had put on her tenpony attitude since we left Boom and Torchlight. It was loud, constant and effective for as we traveled closer to the Royals, we became more annoyed with Sunny. The Royal's castle was a fascinating building. It had been part of some ministry hub placement before the war but was occupied by the Royals for generations. As we approached the walls, an earth pony stallion in the strangest golden armor I've ever seen left some kind of small covered area and pointed a spear at us.

"You are now on the grounds of their majesties of Trottinghame. State your business."

Sunny walked forward head held high, "I am Sunny Trails, daughter of Lost Trails of tenpony tower. Here to seek rest, relaxation and information with my party."

The guard nodded and lead us into the shelter area. There, Sunny spoke with somepony through a window. A slip of paper and a huge pile of caps where traded for a set of strange chips which Sunny gave one to each of us. The one I had read, 'Three Day Pass', after we where allowed into the walled area.

Our apartment was quite nice, not stable nice. A stable room has just enough to make it a home and still enough template design to allow it to change it constantly. This was a different fancy. Sunny explained that we would be assigned better rooms (like this was bad) once the payment had be received from tenpony along with a permanent pass so while we had free rein during the day, we had to be in our room by the set time or be shot at.

The rooms were two pony so Stitch and Sunny stayed in one while Nightlight and I stayed in the other. It was a pretty nice set up if I do say so myself. I spent the day upgrading my cookware from Wasteland useable to actually useable. I didn't see much of Nightlight. She had seen something she wanted to get so I let her. As it got closer to the 'get shot at time', I headed back to the room. 





 



Thankfully Nightlight had made it back, and was now wearing socks. Just socks, no other clothing. What's more, the smile on her face was a little off putting like a stable cat ready to jump on a mouse. Using my back foreleg, I slowly closed the door. Nightlight made her move, wrapping her hooves around my neck and kissed me. She started blowing some kind of smoke in my mouth and I gave of a cough.

Nightlight stepped back, handing me a strange puffer device. I looked up at her. She just kept smiling.

"Don't worry, I cut everything right. Just inhale and let some Zebra magic work."

I looked at her expecting eyes. I closed my eyes and bit down on the inhaling device and I started coughing madly. But then something happened. Colors felt brighter, I felt stronger. What's more, I felt a surge of energy like nothing I had felt before. What was that smell? The smell coming from Nightlight. The smell was irresistible and I had to have more, more of Nightlight. I don't know what that was I inhaled but it made tonight a fucking good night. 	"Rain. It has to be raining. Maybe if the feather brains could do their jobs rather than fight, the skies wouldn't be raining all the time."
Sunny, to my personal annoyance, had put on her tenpony attitude since we left Boom and Torchlight. It was loud, constant and effective for as we traveled closer to the Royals, we became more annoyed with Sunny. The Royal's castle was a fascinating building. It had been part of some ministry hub placement before the war but was occupied by the Royals for generations. As we approached the walls, an earth pony stallion in the strangest golden armor I've ever seen left some kind of small covered area and pointed a spear at us.
"You are now on the grounds of their majesties of Trottinghame. State your business."
Sunny walked forward head held high, "I am Sunny Trails, daughter of Lost Trails of tenpony tower. Here to seek rest, relaxation and information with my party."
The guard nodded and lead us into the shelter area. There, Sunny spoke with somepony through a window. A slip of paper and a huge pile of caps where traded for a set of strange chips which Sunny gave one to each of us. The one I had read, 'Three Day Pass', after we where allowed into the walled area.
Our apartment was quite nice, not stable nice. A stable room has just enough to make it a home and still enough template design to allow it to change it constantly. This was a different fancy. Sunny explained that we would be assigned better rooms (like this was bad) once the payment had be received from tenpony along with a permanent pass so while we had free rein during the day, we had to be in our room by the set time or be shot at.
The rooms were two pony so Stitch and Sunny stayed in one while Nightlight and I stayed in the other. It was a pretty nice set up if I do say so myself. I spent the day upgrading my cookware from Wasteland useable to actually useable. I didn't see much of Nightlight. She had seen something she wanted to get so I let her. As it got closer to the 'get shot at time', I headed back to the room.





Thankfully Nightlight had made it back, and was now wearing socks. Just socks, no other clothing. What's more, the smile on her face was a little off putting like a stable cat ready to jump on a mouse. Using my back foreleg, I slowly closed the door. Nightlight made her move, wrapping her hooves around my neck and kissed me. She started blowing some kind of smoke in my mouth and I gave of a cough.
Nightlight stepped back, handing me a strange puffer device. I looked up at her. She just kept smiling.
"Don't worry, I cut everything right. Just inhale and let some Zebra magic work."
I looked at her expecting eyes. I closed my eyes and bit down on the inhaling device and I started coughing madly. But then something happened. Colors felt brighter, I felt stronger. What's more, I felt a surge of energy like nothing I had felt before. What was that smell? The smell coming from Nightlight. The smell was irresistible and I had to have more, more of Nightlight. I don't know what that was I inhaled but it made tonight a fucking good night.

> Log16, morning glow
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Waking up hurt, and was fuzzy on top of it as far as I could remember taking that stuff and well bucking (to put it nicely) I felt different, rolling out of the massive bed I headed into the bathroom to look in the mirror only to find there was no mirror so that was disappointing a loud knock on the door made my head hurt trotting over Sunny had let herself in and was taking steps around anything she saw 
"so I take it your head hurts?" I nodded "and nightlight is asleep" looking over I could see her on the bed curled up so I nodded again "and she has been fucked to the point of your relationship advancing?" All I gave her was a stern look my head hurt too much to deal with her right now. Half pushing half simply falling over myself i managed to get Sunny out of the room and get the door shut. Trotting around for a few minutes I started to wonder what had really happened, life in the stable while very open socially was very quiet about what happens behind closed doors it was, normal enough for ponies’ in relationships had sex to reproduce and some according to the books in sex education used some medicines to help and prevent reproduction. But being out here in the wasteland all that seemed to be worthless ponies out here lived how they wanted to live I remembered how Boom talked about her parents they seemed to just have sex for the fun of it since she never mentioned any other  members of family.
I picked up the inhaler this was something we didn’t have in the stable this stuff I inhaled why would she give this to me the harder I thought on it the more my head hurt recalling the night wasn’t helping, I just did trying to recall anything after inhaling the stuff I seemed to have just acted without focus, this was a new world to me for a good few months now I’ve travelled out here but I always had Boom to help explain why it was like that, I just felt lost I have no idea how relationships work out here, I have no idea what I took last night and I have no idea what to do about it. Nightlight on the other hoof she understands it, asking her would seem stupid but i had to just shake this feeling off me.  giving her a soft push I eventually got Nightlight to wait up giving me a soft smile I smiled back and sat on the bed “Hey, was what we did last night was great it was defiantly something new” (Wow this is hard to say) “back in the stable it’s more something we don’t talk about afterwards” I started to rock the inhaler back and forth with my hoof seeing this she sat up sliding over too me 
“if something is wrong you can ask me I know it’s hard being a stable pony but out here we at least try to express ourselves so what’s wrong “ looking at her my head still hurt but if I was going to ask I should now
“Last night I don’t know why I acted like that I think after I inhaled this stuff it seemed….” Nightlight moved closer and put on a face that looked like she couldn’t understand a word of what I said so I just blurted out “Is this stuff normally what ponies use to have intercourse out here?” I gritted my teeth and braced for her reaction.
“Of course it is” Her smile brightened and rapped her hooves around my neck placing a kiss on my cheek “life in the wasteland for ponies is hell drugs like this help us enjoy what little pleasure is left in the world” then following another quick kiss “Everypony wants to forget that the world around us is a wasteland of shit stuff like that helps sure mines a little different to some but just for that time you can forget the worries and focus on the pleasures of being with somepony but let’s keep this between us Stitch or Boomageton would just complain that we are wasting supplies think of it like our own erotic secret” giving me a quick lick (which is both odd and strangely pleasant) she got up and headed for the door “come on unlike you” with a quick wink “I have to feed two mouths”. 
Breakfast was for no better term awful the royals seemed to be quite stuck up Sunny was taking the status of a higher class pony to an extreme, Stitch was stuck in the royals medical centre because according to him a good stable doctor is hard to come by but with Torchlight and Boom still outside the walls that leaves me and Nightlight sitting here getting glares from the guards. The fruit was not well cooked despite how it was prepared the menu said it was ‘lightly fried’ but it’s clearly not been giving a good fry at all, flipping through the pages of my copy of ‘Dragons guild to wasteland cooking’ I found the part on frying, the oil used according to this came from the ruins themselves and was a massively used product before the war, I flicked on to find the recipe for fried fruits and it was for the most part easy to do, half a pan of oil to every four pieces of fruit between us we had about nine and while some where nice a fare few looked half done. Deciding not to focus on it I pulled out my ‘future pony today’ magazine the articles ranged from reports of the advancements of the ministry of war time technology to simple stuff like a new firmware upgrade for a terminal system nothing really caught my eye until I came across the picture off the cover, a suit of magical armour the picture was of a battlefield with zebras fleeing in droves with the worlds ‘Steel rangers fighting for you’ in bold text above it the article itself was a letdown most of it was just how this new suit of armour was going to change the war but there was nothing actually about the suit in it which I found a shame. Before I had a chance to complain about the fruit to Nightlight one of the guards approached us with a piece of paper rapped in his magic “you are hereby summoned to council with his majesty King Leonheart” the paper was dropped on the table and the guard left unrolling it the note itself was little more than a time sheet saying it was after ‘late noon’ despite having a clock in my PipBuck it was not set for wasteland time so I had no clue when ‘late noon’ was but considering it was still breakfast I felt we had time.





The King Leonheart was to put it simply what I would imagine the royal sisters to be if they were stallions and lacked wings, Sunny thankfully found us around ‘mid noon’ and brought us to the meeting hall the place was massive with guards dressed in gold armour as high as the top floors Stitch was more than focused on our backs and kept glancing at the door, the king kept an eye on Sunny who in turn looked at him dead pan “lady Sunny you stand here before us as part of a group who we recently hired to remove raiders from the many plazas around Tottinghame” those words struck me as dangerous what’s more these were the people who refused to pay us, I had to chuckle at that “Do you find this funny turkey?” I looked up at that ‘turkey’ was a common taunt used by bullies in the stable I had learned the hard way to just ignore it in the stable, as if on cue Sunny spoke up
“yes, yes we all know this you tried to fuck us over at the ruins of the Starbucks coffee house by wiping out our guys with one last job that was actually an ambush by your ponies” Sunny took a moment to compose herself “But alas you lot don’t listen to much that’s not classical so you missed that our major heavy hitter was back and she took out a fair few of your best in that fight before being knocked out of it herself” Sunny took the fact the King was not answering to continue to rant “and now look what you got here Boomageton and Torchlight outside just waiting and you know the best part about having Boomageton outside?” the king shook his head. 
“well two ponies from her new life, Stitch a good friend and Slashy her personal reason to keep coming out here harming either of them would raise this place to the ground from explosive death, Slashys marefriend which if harmed would cause Slashy to go on a rampage and while doing little damage would give Boomageton enough reason to fight you too, not to mention I’m a close friend of Torchlights and if I’m harmed well you get the picture” the king sat there for a time mulling it over but with each second Sunny looked less confident in what she had actually said.               

> Log17: New equpiment
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Laughter his first response was laughter looking to my friends this was not the what had been expected by anyone, I thought he was going to start to yell or order us thrown out but no he sat there laughing as if it was all some kind of funny joke to him Sunny was left speechless, Stitch was more interested in the large number of armed (even if they were only holding those weird spears) guards and Nightlight was more than a little worried about the whole thing but what got me on edge was his calmness this all seemed to be a joke to him it didn’t take long for him to calm down inhale and compose himself to talk “Do you really think we tried to ‘fuck you over’ and take out the missile monster as well?” Sunny gave no answer more than a good nod “the reason you have not been paid is the job has not been completed” I really didn’t like where this was going. “The fact remains that while two of the raider gangs have been removed two still remain active” a quick hoof was pointed at Nightlight “That very mare was seen several times by our scouts out of one of the plaza’s and the group from the StarBucks plaza west of us fled off” by now I had put myself between Nightlight and King Leonheart all I got as a response was a raised eyebrow and a wave of a hoof Sunny was quick to come to her defence
“Hey now I’ll have you know that Nightlight has an important role in our group she…. um” Sunny paused tapping her horn with her hoof “she dose the thing with the other thing and?” turning to face Nightlight Sunny let out a question I don’t think anypony actually knew “What do you do exactly anyway” Nightlights response was to move closer to me and try to hide
“I make things, that’s about it” her voice was low and scared nothing like the mare I was talking to this morning or thought the day it felt wrong somehow but I wasn’t about to ask her why here, for her part Sunny remained strong in her belief that attacking us here would be dangerous given that Boom and Torchlight where at hoof just beyond the walls while the king continued to debate that fact that we didn’t complete the job as requested before too long Sunny finally broke down
“You know what fine how about you tell me where the last group went and we can finish off this contract for you then all parties can he happy go lucky go whammy” Sunny then stuck her nose as high up as she could before turning around and walking out not knowing what to do (and not really waning to stay here) I followed her with both Stitch and Nightlight behind me. In the hallway Sunny sighed staring outward into oblivion, I had the feeling this was going to be quite difficult to track down the last group of raiders that the Trottinghame rangers missed wherever they had decided to hide but right now I felt like doing some shopping considering it could be our last night here it made sense to stock up on as much as I could.




“What do you mean only 200 caps for all this?” I stood there just staring at the pawn shop owner I had piled up all the unneeded surplus equipment we had gathered with the trip to the hospital and the road here which ended up being more a pile of assorted junk then an actual worth wile pile of items but all the same I had to carry it around it should be worth more than 200 caps, the owner just shrugged at me and waved a hoof 
“Look that’s what its worth at a glance so unless you want to show me each item separately so I can value the item my offer is set at a round and honest 200 caps” I hung my head with my wing I pulled the first item out of the pile it was some kind of strange pipe, my PipBuck called it a ‘steam gauges assembly’ the pawn shop owners eyes widened  “look pal I was joking I don’t want to value each item by single value so how about I add an extra  50 caps and we don’t do this” I looked at him darkly. 
“100 caps”
“75 caps and we leave here both happy!” I smiled and nodded it was better offer then what we started at and now I had some spending money for my trouble, the owner lent down to what I imagined was his safe dropping four bags onto the table two marked ‘100C’ another ‘25C’ and the final ‘50C’ I moved quickly to collect the bags in my wings before placing them into my saddle bag, the next stop was armour despite having some armour it was just my enforced stable branding and the leather jacket was more for show really the shop manikins where dressed up in different armour types, there was the armour the guards wore on display in two colours the gold with the other being a dark purple possibly, along the side wall was suits of simple armour I remember seeing in history books and on some of the guards around the Grand city of Trottinghame so I guessed it was some kind of combat armour. Walking up to the shop keeper she took one look at my branding and smiled widely
“So what’s barding type?” I looked blankly at her what the hell is a ‘barding’ the mare looked at me “so I guess you don’t know yourself considering what you are wearing please come this way” she indicated to a screen off to the side, trotting over the mare pulled out a tape measure, after getting my measurements she brought over several different suits of armour “so as far as I can see you are a light barding so this is some of my best light barding” what she placed before was  impressive four suits of armour one was leather, two where what looked like stable branding and the last two seemed to be different the mare saw the look in my eyes and pointed to the two suits “these two are special  their design came from before the war, the ministry of image had suits made for Pegasus soldiers that would be light weight enough to allow flight but protect very well” her eyes went to my wings “and somepony here could use some protection around his wings” I backed up a bit this felt weird I’ve spent most of my life not caring about my wings and overall ignoring them but since Torchlight started getting me using them it would make sense to protect them. 
Then another big thing hit me very quickly and my head went down this armour was made for a pegasi especially so this was going to cost me a heap of caps and I still needed to look at getting some other things “So how much is this barding going to cost me?” I had to grit my teeth the mare looked at something on the armour and then behind her at a safe on the wall then back to me
“129 caps that seems to be fair because I know that I won’t be able to sell this just to anypony” she pushed the armour closer and indicated to the room at the back “if you want to try it on just to make sure you want it” I took the armour in my wings and walked to the room shutting the curtain I slipped out of both my jacket and my stable branding (or would that be barding too?) looking at it I could see there was a hat as well which I found kind of nice, slipping into the greyish white barding it took me a minute to get my wings into the sleeves and gave them both a flap before trying to fit my tail in the small opening at the back, it felt light and not that tight over all the body piece was a great fit for me and the line of buttons down the neck line was a great extra, next was the boots all four where a light black and slipped over the barding leg sleeves nicely a quick clop of each hoof was a refreshing sound and felt better than not wearing any, the belt was a trouble to get on but I managed to in the end there was some space on each side with small boxes and odd flaps, finally was the hat looking at the image on it was something a picture of a pair of wings and a cloud I neatly placed it on my head and pulled open the curtain and trotted out the mare gave a gasped indicating that she wanted me to turn around I gave a quick turn and stuck out my wings she clapped her hooves smiling madly 
“Oh you have no idea how long I’ve waited to see somepony in that barding it fits you so well you look the part of a solider” I smiled back it was nice and compared to my branding (barding) it felt more official I reached back and pulled one of the ‘100C’ bags and the ‘25C’ bag placing them on the table then reached back to pull the last of the caps from the ‘50C’ bag before I was stopped “whoa don’t worry about the last of the caps 125 is close enough plus I got to see it in its finally being worn it’s all good” and with that she took the caps and placed them into a small box beside her “please come again”. 
Outside I could see Nightlight talking to somepony over at another shop I headed over the pony she was talking to was discussing the strange tools on the table walking in the conversation halted with both ponies looking over at me it took Nightlight a few seconds to realise it was me but when she did I could feel her eyes looking over my digging into the barding, then she looked up and smiled then ponced onto me. It caught me off guard and I stumbled onto my back while she pinned me down taking my new hat placing it on her own head I gave her a glare but she responded by pouting at me so I conceded I may as well now I lost my new hat then one kiss later she was up and back to talking with the pony about the strange tools she had ordered the other items in the shop seemed very odd mixtures of bits and pieces, scrap metal and electronics on shelves a few lines of boxes containing wrenches and hammers, what caught my eye most was a small set of gems in the back behind a pair of broken down robots (at least I think they are robots) picking one up with my wing I separated it and reached back into my saddle bag and fished out the strange rod I had been carrying to take a closer look and it did indeed have a space right above the mouth guard where a cracked gem lay I quickly put the rod away and scooped up the gem and took it to the counter the owner took the gem and held it to the light “well darn I forgot I had these I shove so much stuff on these shelves now a days I forget about half the stuff in this old shop now the gems eight caps” I gave a nod and placed the caps onto the counter the pony took them and pointed to a bench at the end of the room “if you are doing some repairs do it over there and don’t worry about cleaning up after yourself I’ll just sell what you leave” the pony then chuckled, the bench itself was nice and flat with plenty of room to work on once I shoved all the junk and scrap off it grabbing the rod back out of my bag I placed it between the two vices and put the gem next to it. Looking over the rod my first real problem was removing the old cracked gem at first I thought it would just slip out but considering its still in after goddess knows how long I figured it wasn’t just falling out reaching back into my saddle bag I searched for my knife looking inside it my bag was a complete mess caps, bullets, food, my books, my stable branding, the cooking equipment, my battle saddle, the variant rifle, the 10mm pistol, Stability and the Flare gun all thrown in there I felt like I was going to have to empty my entire bag out just to find my knife then my E.F.S popped on
[did you know your PipBuck can organise your inventory for you?!, the auto sorter has been shut off for this PipBuck turning it on will allow you to access all the stuff you may ever need or let you browse your inventory without even having to open you saddle bags!!]
The message flashed off and left my eyes watering but it sounded good I activated my PipBucks options and flicked on the auto sort system causing more messages to flash before my eyes
[Auto sort: active]
[Sorting inventory……]
My side vibrated with a bit of magic for a few minutes and it felt quite weird
[Inventory sorted]
Taking my saddle bag off I opened it up to find the entire content of the bag sorted (kind of like what it said it would do) it even moved my battle saddle and rifle to the outside and hung them off a pair of hooks on the sides, my ammo was moved to a front pocket I didn’t even know was there but what worried me was that both the 10mm and stability seemed to be missing the Fare gun was still there, looking around on the floor just in case it fell out I couldn’t see either of them bringing up my PipBuck I looked under weapons both where right there but next to each was a letter and number ‘H1’ for Stability and ‘H2’ for the 10mm wondering what it stood for I pressed on the Fare gun to move to ‘H2’ at the same time I felt another vibration of magic this time just around my new belt looking back at it I could see the Flare gun in one of what was the empty boxes with the flaps looking at the other side I could Stability in the other one opening up my PipBuck again (this is going to get old fast) I tried to find any information on what the letters meant the best I could figure out it was for ‘Holster’ in addition I found I could store a spare clip of my 10mm in the empty spaces on the belt thinking back the mare did say it was made for soldiers during the war so the fact it has spaces for weapons was actually not that strange. It also occurred to me that I still hadn’t found that knife flicking thought the weapons section I could see all of my weapons with the exception of the rod which made sense since it was on the bench but as far as my PipBuck was concerned I had no knife with a sigh I gave up grabbed my rod and the gem and threw them into my saddle bag as it vibrated with magic of the auto sort, giving Nightlight I quick nudge to tell her I was going she said she would catch up later the last stop on my list was weapons while I had a good selection my ammo was the real problem while my 10mm and rifle used ammo I understood Stability only had what was left in the clip and I had no clue where I could find ammo for the Flare gun walking over to the weapons store two guards watched me enter which felt slightly creepy inside a stallion was tending to a extremely large gun looking up at me he smiled and looked back down at the gun
“What I got here is none other than a Vindicator the best of any minigun this baby can fire 90,000 rounds with its six polymer barrels a minute without overheating and I’m going to mount this baby on one of those rail runners trains and retire one rich buck” he gave the gun a final pat before and moving over to a counter “so what can I get you today?” I gave the stallion a quick summary of my weapons and the ammo I needed with a few nods he brought over the ammo “so that it just some ammo? Well that’s 100 caps” I put the last ‘100C’ bag onto the counter and it quickly went into a safe turning back he looked kind of disappointed at the lack of an actual gun purchase 
“Well by any chance do you have any weapons that don’t hurt my jaw?”  He stopped for a minute and looked over at a far wall
“So you have sensitive jaw do you no real problem as long as you use a battle saddle so how about one of those babies” he pointed at a gun right behind me I turned to look at it “What you got there is a Sunstriker rifle most ponies just call them laser rifles it’s the old 2000 model so it lacks the strength of the better Novasurge rifle but I’ve always found the Sunstriker to have an advantage of not having to have the magical cartages exposed” he then produced a strange box from bellow his counter “but if you just want to avoid the buck of a pistol I recommend the magical energy pistol version mind you the Sunstriker pistol is less effective than its rifle brother” they sounded really good both guns would really help out in battle and without the buck from the gun throwing me off I may actually be useful 
“Right so how much are they each”
The buck looked at me then at the guns “the rifle is 1270 caps and the pistol comes in at 569 caps” to say my jaw dropped was an understatement I facehoofed hard I didn’t have that kind of money and on top of that I needed to earn money for the stables weapons the buck just watched me “figured you might not be able to pay for something like that but don’t forget these guns where old relics before the war the one you want is the Novasurge rifle trust me the Sunstriker is a good goal for yourself but maybe not your primary” I gave him a nod and started to leave “hey next time you are in here I might have a Novasurge for sale stop by some other time” I looked back over my shoulder and gave him a smile
“Thanks I’ll do that um what was your name?”
“My name is GunRunner it’s what I do and it’s what I call myself".
> Log18, Fortune favours a beating 
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Leaving the weapons shop with Gunrunners message in my head the idea of magical energy weapons would really help the stable I decided walking around for a while considering there was really nothing else to do and frankly I was getting board, for all the dangers the wasteland seems to hold there are long periods of just nothing happening while that didn’t bother me that much it felt like living in the stable, one of the major draws to leaving the stable was all the stories of the last exodus attempt they talked about monsters, crazy ponies and all manner of things but looking around me I feel cheated out of something special just can’t put my hoof on it. Walking around itself was getting boarding glancing at the entrance of a nearby shop something caught my eye in the window was the reflection of a skull turning around I got a good look at it, the skull was hung on a door it was almost entrancing walking over I glanced down at a tiny signpost to the side next to a blacked out window it almost more torched it read ‘Complete herbal’ guess it was some type of plant shop heading inside I was meet with a strong waft of smoke using my wing to move it out of my way I took a big breath and filled my lungs with the smoke causing me to coughing horribly. Once I managed to adjust to the smoke I could look around it burned my eyes but I could see what caused it several small piles of leaves where burning in odd gold plates on shelves breathing in here was becoming a problem putting my wing over my mouth I used cloth over them helped filter out some of the smoke. 

“So what do we have here another pony so soon?” turning around enveloped in the smoke was a mare it was extremely hard to see but her fur almost seem to be two sets of lines “so tell me pony why have you come here you don’t seem the type to need my medication?” I tried using my spare wing to move the smoke more but it was to no avail, the mares hoof floated though the smoke causing it to sweal around it into odd shapes before resting on to the counter “the smoke help clear the air and lets me see both far from this place and closer than you would imagine” this did interest me how could smoke do that but on the other hoof breathing was more important, still looking for the door the mare behind the counter waved her hoof again this time the smoke cleared in a small area closer to the counter I rushed into the now open air pocket. Inhaling deeply I could breathe again the odd striped mare smiled moving a pack of what looked like cards in front of me “where would you like to know about ‘here’, ‘within’ or ‘everywhere’ I will only answer once so please chose carefully” given the choice of answers and because I was starting to think the door was one way I scrunched up my eyes and said

“Within” the striped mare nodded and began to lay out nine cards onto the counter each one had a strange scribble (or was it mark) on them once all nine cards had been place she flipped the centre card over
“Lost, I see you have lost something or maybe forgot” the next card was flipped this time the bottom right card “Memories, perhaps forgotten memories lost to time” the next card was flipped “Thieves, many thieves stolen from you but what could they have stolen?” the mare went to flip another card “the, they stole memories of the” without finishing what she was going to say the mare flung her hoof across the table as it happened my E.F.S sparked online and displayed one red dot I quickly reached down for Stability, but before I could even aim I felt a sharp pain hit me from the side and then another followed by another, I was flung back hitting a wall I misfired Stability at another wall and what was worse was I was back in the smoke. Trying to stand back up I felt the mares hoof knock my gun clean out of my mouth (which hurt in its own right) her hoof then hit me square in my ribs to the sound of cracking, throwing me back into the same wall desperately I punched up my equipment logs on my PipBuck and selected my battle saddle I felt the magic of my strange hoof mounted device kick in as I was wrapped up nicely in my battle saddle even my rifle was ready to fire, spotting the mare in the smoke I opened fire bitting hard into the trigger three shots rang out but not one seemed to land I fired off two more but with the same result then she charged going to fire again I was met with a clicking sound telling me I needed to change my clip, letting go of the trigger I bit down on the button above it I could hear the sound of the robotic clicks of the reload system however it was too late the mare got hooves between me and the gun and tore the rifle right out of my battle saddle snapping the saddles mouth trigger off in the proses. Another kick too my chest this time however instead of a cracking of bones there was just a massive amount of pain falling back I felt something hard over my barding rolling over it was Stability not wanting to drop it for a second time I quickly threw it into my saddle bag letting the PipBucks system deal with it. Looking back up I felt something cold hit the centre of my head followed by a hard wack across my head by my own rifle, I could feel the blood coming out of cut that last action had caused looking back I could see the mare standing over me reared up on her back hooves my rifle pointing down aimed right at my head. 

Then a wall exploded as if out of nowhere a section of wall broke and splintered into pieces covering the mare and myself in the light that now flooded the room it was almost blinding a pull out of nowhere grabbed me pulling me into the light, but the striped mare shouted out something I couldn’t understand fired off my gun the pain of the bullet hitting my damaged ribs. I felt something come up in my throat it tasted bile another shot rang out this time met by the sound of a ‘ding’ as my eyes adjusted I could see a mass of metal in the shape of a pony standing in front of me two more gunshots followed by to more dings. The metal pony then floated up a strange yellow apple flinging it into the now open room the metal pony grabbed my face and wrapped its hooves around my eyes a few seconds later a loud ‘bang’ my ears began to ring loudly as it settled I could hear screaming from the direction of the shop then a very familiar but almost robotic voice came from the metal pony.
“All yours Torch make the striped bitch burn” free of the metal hooves I opened my eyes to see Torchlight with his flamer approach the opened up shop entrance biting down on his trigger the end of the hose burst out a stream of fire causing the screaming to get louder then as fast it happened the fire just stoped streaming out of the hose as well as the screaming dying down, the metal pony then turned around pulling off its helmet to revel none other than Booms white tipped back mane giving me a big smile she magically pulled Torchlight over into a neck hold “sorry it took so long Stable, Torch and I had trouble getting passed the guards” Nightlight, Stitch and Sunny ran over Nightlight went to give me a hug but was dragged back by Sunny as Stitch pulled off my barding, pressing down onto my chest he began to give his assessment 
“Possibly multiple broken bones I’ll need to open you up before I can give you and healing potions” pulling out several scalps and a needle with his magic he levitated one of them to my chest and jabbed the needle into my side “the Med-X should help with the pain”.

Just as he went to make the first cut the screaming mare remerged from the ruins of the building the smell of her burnt flesh was extremely strong stitch took one look at me then before anypony else could react threw his scalps with his magic into the mare causing her to fall back then pounced onto her with a bone saw wrapped in magic and began cutting off her head when he was half way through with his hoof he ripped the head one way and with his magic the saw to other way tearing the head clean off and then as if for good measure took a larger part of the splintered door and rammed the head onto it the world just seem to fade to black after that. 


 

I don’t know exactly how I ended up in a hospital bed but I was getting quite sick of waking up to the sound of beeping medical equipment what’s more trying to sit up was proving to be difficult somepony had strapped me down to the bed while I could move one of my forhooves the strap locks where not visible so I just lay there, eventually with nopony coming to let me loss and being to awake to go back to sleep I turned my attention to my strapped down PipBuck leg pulling out one of the earpieces finally bending to the will of all ponykind and listen to the radio, the first few minutes where just songs but before long the DJ pony started talking about other places in the wasteland apparently somepony in Hoofington was apparently making it big names was ‘Secretary’ or ‘Sorority’ some weird name beginning with ‘S’ finally after about three nice songs it was time for a report on Trottinghame, 
“Hello all you ponies out in the Trottinghame wastes this is your old Friend DJ-pon3 bringing you all the news about your famous and infamous ponies, so it looks like the ‘Thunder bringer’ is bringing his boom stick down on a heap of problem ponies thanks to him it’s a lot safer to travel down ‘Ghoul valley’ having lead a team of get this, Steel rangers along the east side of the place and wipe out a small heard of the feral ghouls in there nice to see the colts in power armour actually helping for once, now for the other side of that coin because kids it time to hide your radios when I talk about this pony” my ear flicked at that wonder how he found out I was destroying radios every time he talked bad about Boom “ Looks like the young stallion from the stable has been in a bit of a ruff with the local zebra of the Royals which ended when her head was rammed through a chunk of door, now before you go crying foul or racist against the him reports from the Royals own guards say that he was rescued by a passing by adventure in metal armour and he was found half beaten to death before a doctor finished off the zebra himself luckily somepony got a statement” my ear suddenly filled with the sound of Stitches voice 
“This zebra was a direct threat to my patient the idea I would just stand back and allow somepony else to deal with it is insane that Zebra was infested with the urge to kill, so I applied the correct treatment, death” the stallion gave a deep inhale “Well my little ponies next time I complain about doctor Helpinghoof treatments talking forever I’ll have to remember this doctors” with that the radio switched back to music, considering everything I decided to go back to sleep.