Fallout Equestria: Sleepless in Seaddle (Closing, IC)

[The Republic of Greater Appalachia]

"Sure, I'll give a hand." said Pitch, as he hooked himself up to the wagon. He and Ghost began to pull the wagon of weapons, down the road. Then, Pitch suddenly realized something. "Say, you know what? We're comrades again. I just remembered that we were once comrades before... Until I... Yeah... Sorry about that..."

"You weren't the first to betray me. My most trusted soldier sold me out for a really cheap price. Spent eight months in a prison before I managed an escape. Don't worry about it, it's in the past and now we are trying to pull a heavy wagon full of weapons." Ghost said as they pulled the wagon up the road. After a short while, "Here is where I left the zebra rifles." Ghost says as he unhooks himself and heads to where he hid the rifles, he pulls one out. "What do you think?"

[The Flutterlands]

"Sure, I'll give a hand." said Pitch, as he hooked himself up to the wagon. He and Ghost began to pull the wagon of weapons, down the road. Then, Pitch suddenly realized something. "Say, you know what? We're comrades again. I just remembered that we were once comrades before... Until I... Yeah... Sorry about that..."

"You weren't the first to betray me. My most trusted soldier sold me out for a really cheap price. Spent eight months in a prison before I managed an escape. Don't worry about it, it's in the past and now we are trying to pull a heavy wagon full of weapons." Ghost said as they pulled the wagon up the road. After a short while, "Here is where I left the zebra rifles." Ghost says as he unhooks himself and heads to where he hid the rifles, he pulls one out. "What do you think?"

Pitch Black gazed at the weapons, and grinned. "Cool. New toys." He then frowned. "But, you're working with the king of traitors... I always was a treacherous scum bag. I even betrayed the Princesses, themselves, during the war. How could you trust a pony, like me? You're ether a sucker, or a pushover..."

(Good night)

[The Republic of Greater Appalachia]

Pitch Black gazed at the weapons, and grinned. "Cool. New toys." He then frowned. "But, you're working with the king of traitors... I always was a treacherous scum bag. I even betrayed the Princesses, themselves, during the war. How could you trust a pony, like me? You're either a sucker, or a pushover..."

"How about I look at good things instead of the bad things. That and you turned over a new leaf. Deception is a skill, some are better at it than others. You'd make a excellent spy, practically a traitor, except, he does it to protect others, not tear apart his allies and team." Ghost said as he was loading the rifles into the wagon.

[Pinki3 Pon-3]

No Name gaped in a mix of disgust and awe. All of this grandeur for a ballroom. No Name didn't even know a pony besides Belle who could enjoy the place. It all seemed like a giant waste of resources and more importantly work, and No Name clenched his jaw, but relaxed when he heard Belle's earnest apology. "It's... alright Belle," No Name said after a moment, "You're the focus of my world right now, I can tune this out. Our dance is worth it," No Name said sweetly with a slight smile. He bowed slightly and offered his hoof, "Shall we dance?"

Belle took his hoof happily in hers and went to the dance floor. Upper class ponies of various types danced and twirled in time to slow, measured music. Belle placed her hooves on No Names shoulder as they began to dance. Twirling and stepping in time with the music. She giggled slightly while they danced, "You're a good dancer No Name, where do you learn to dance so well?" She asked innocently.


Frost smiled to herself as she walked through the compound with her cloak up. She no longer felt that her life was an empty husk destined to wander equestria for as long as she would live. Now she had somepony to live for and she intended to do just that. She scowled at the crumpled up piece of paper in her hoof and threw it on the floor in the main hall wishing she hadn't bothered with it. Telling Trit had worked perfectly as it always seemed to. She left the compound silently and looked back as she walked on, a lone pony into the badlands. She would come back, maybe not today or tomorrow but she would return when she could. And with that Frost vanished into the wasteland.

[Icatus]

Scav still wasn't sure exactly how the Raiders would approach, but after a rest, he felt that he could take on anything. He had given the barding from the previous raiders to the mares, and had them hide in their cellar. They better approach how I want them to. I'm not going to try and risk their lives. Scav thought.
He had positioned himself straight towards the road, hoping that they'd come right along there, offering him easy targets. The shotgun he took -along with its 13 shells- would probably come in handy.
Scav set himself up with an un-broken light on sight towards the road and waited.

The hours dragged on, and Scav was confined to waiting in the small space. He pulled out his Bolt-Action rifle, and looked down the scope. A leg was poking around the edge of the field! Scav continued to wait. The whole pony was exposed now. And there was something on his back... "Ah crap." Scav muttered. It was a whole wagon. Full of raiders. Scav counted 2... 4... 6... 7! 7 Raiders! Scav goaned. This would be a harder battle than he thought. Better get the first shots... CRACK Scav levitated the bolt back and forward, reloading it. Fft-chick! One of the raiders on the wagon went down. CRACK Fft-chick! Another one went down. The ponies began scrambling for cover behind the fields. But there was one straggler... CRACK Fft-chick!
There we go... Scav thought. And that pony with the wagon's saddle... CRACK Fft-chick! 4 down, 3 to go.

The raiders where playing it safe, staying in the fields and rarely popping their heads out. Scav changed his position, since it was likely the ponies knew where he was shooting from.

Another hour passed.

That's it. I'm going in there after them. Scav resolved, and cast his Invisibility spell, at 50% obscurity. He dashed out the doorway, and into the field. He removed the spell, and listened.

Crunch

Scav cast his silence spell, temporarily. He approached the direction where the sound came from. He trotted right up to the location... and... *Cough* the raider breathed. Scav dashed right at the sound, catching the pony completely off guard. BOOM And the pony fell down. Scav dragged the body to the edge of the field, and waited. "I heard him over here!" "Shut up! He can hear us!" Came two voices from his left. Scav crouched down, and removed his silence spell, replacing it with his invisibility spell at 90% obscurity. The two raiders poked their heads right over where Scav was lying, and he drew his revolver.

Scav took inventory of what he had lost, totalling out to -4 .222 rounds, and 3 .45 ACP rounds. 1 shot per raider... Best luck I've had in a long while. Scav thought. He called to the mares and told them that it was safe, and they trotted out, thanking Scav. "It was really no issue..." Scav chuckled as he rubbed the back of his head.
"Well, we suppose you'll want the armor you gave us back." The older mare said.
"Nah, you can keep 'em. Along with the shotgun. There's enough stuff on the other raiders already." Scav insisted. "Don't worry about me."
"Oh, and I guess you'll want your reward." The younger mare said, and ran back inside. She appeared a few moments later with a pouch in her mouth. "350 caps." She muffled through the bag. "And you don't have to worry about the amount, we earn close to that every season. Haven't really spent it on anything."
"Really?" Scav was amazed by the amount. "You sure?"
"Yep!
"Well, uh... Ok then." Scav levitated the pouch over to his pouch, and poured it in. "Thank you kindly!" Scav exclaimed as he levitated the pouch back over to the mare. "And I honestly hope I can see you again!"
"Us too!" The younger mare exclaimed, and Scav waved at the pair. They waved back, and went inside of their house.
Scav trotted back towards the pile of equipment, and placed it onto the wagon.
This'll do nicely!

[Pinki3 Pon-3]

Laudanum looked concernedly at Thistle and shivered slightly. Was having their favorite dream stripped away worth it? He looked to Thistle. Maybe for her, but Laudanum didn't want such to happen. To think he could have his dream of... Oh right. Laudanum didn't have any good dreams. He sighed and tapped his hoof impatiently. "Fine... Sure," he said dismissively. How could he turn a nightmare worse..?

Night Terror sighed. "You two are no fun." He muttered and his horn glowed. The trio was wisked along the dreampaths to Remembrance where they were dumped by a deep iridescent wormhole that flashed into existence and collapsed as soon as they were out. Night Terror stood up and looked around Remembrance. It had been a very, very long time since he had physically been here. Most of the time he came in dreams, the Nobles had the most delicious dreams to twist and destroy. Thistle and Laudanum's minds and dreams were still intact of course. Traveling the dreamways wasn't that dangerous at all. There was nothing there, he just enjoyed screwing around with the Dreamers it was kind of something he did as a living. He gestured to the city around them and scowled, it was still daylight. He hated the sun, it banished dreams and nightmares with its curséd rays. The moon was far better and prettier. He looked to Thistle and Laudanum with a grimace, waiting for either to say or do something, anything really, he was bored of this city already.

[Ardolf]

[erased]

[The Flutterlands]

Pitch Black gazed at the weapons, and grinned. "Cool. New toys." He then frowned. "But, you're working with the king of traitors... I always was a treacherous scum bag. I even betrayed the Princesses, themselves, during the war. How could you trust a pony, like me? You're either a sucker, or a pushover..."

"How about I look at good things instead of the bad things. That and you turned over a new leaf. Deception is a skill, some are better at it than others. You'd make a excellent spy, practically a traitor, except, he does it to protect others, not tear apart his allies and team." Ghost said as he was loading the rifles into the wagon.

Pitch smiled. "True... I guess that means that I'll be paired up with Olive Oil on most missions, right. I bet that she'll be a great spy." Pitch began to pull the wagon. "Now, let's get these goodies home."

[The Republic of Greater Appalachia]

Pitch smiled. "True... I guess that means that I'll be paired up with Olive Oil on most missions, right. I bet that she'll be a great spy." Pitch began to pull the wagon. "Now, let's get these goodies home."

"Yeah, Olive is the perfect spy, doesn't need any training unlike the rest of us." Ghost then stopped and listened, he then cocked a shell into the firing chamber of the last zebra rifle. "Something feels off, I can't quite figure out why though." Ghost then looks at Pitch, "Let's get out of here." He said as he hooked himself up leaving the rifle where he could reach if the need be he needed to use it.

[Morlodania]

Pell and Trit looked to eachother, and went to the Central Computer, after one more look over the blast door. Trit began to run commands on the console, simple things. Turning lights on and off, opening and closing doors, testing the console to see what she could do.

Pell watched her, somewhat in awe of how well she could handle the computer. "When did you learn to do that?"

Trit smiled and looked to her brother. "Over my many years of travel. You learn things when you travel." She resumed giving the computer ever more complex commands, testing it.

Pell sat down beside her, watching her storm the computer with command after command.

Soon, Trit stopped, and began one massive command to the computer, incredibly complex and convoluted. After several minutes of issuing the command, she overlooked it, reviewing it for flaws. After these were corrected, she issued the command, and the computer ground to a halt, trying to understand and follow the given command. A loud groan could be heard throughout the facility, as the massive blast door blocking the lower floors began to unlock, the inner mechanisms springing to life for the first time in hundreds of years.

Pell looked to Trit in awe. "How... How did you do that?"

"I overrode the command to lock it. Wasn't easy but--" She was cut off by a loud alarm within the computer room, as an error message came up on the screen. The blast door could be heard to re-lock, much to Trit's chagrin. "Wait! No!" She issues command after command back, attempting to reverse who or whatever was stopping her. She warred against the computer for several minutes, before it simply crashed, dying before her. "DAMN IT ALL!" She smashed a hoof on the console, looking to Pell. "Start it back up!"

Pell did as he was asked, restoring power to the computer, and bringing it back to life.

Trit again tried to open the door, this time succeeding in unlocking the door before something again slowed her progress. "Alright, whoever you are... Gimme all you got..." She fought again against this thing... Whatever it happened to be.

As Trit fought against this, Pell ran to the blast doors, trying to force them open, to no avail. Something else was telling the computer to do exactly as Trit told it not to. Somepony didn't want anyone down there. But why? Pell could not understand what the reason might be, but he flew off, trying to find somepony to help him pry the now unlocked doors open.

[Pinki3 Pon-3]

Pell and Trit looked to eachother, and went to the Central Computer, after one more look over the blast door. Trit began to run commands on the console, simple things. Turning lights on and off, opening and closing doors, testing the console to see what she could do.

Pell watched her, somewhat in awe of how well she could handle the computer. "When did you learn to do that?"

Trit smiled and looked to her brother. "Over my many years of travel. You learn things when you travel." She resumed giving the computer ever more complex commands, testing it.

Pell sat down beside her, watching her storm the computer with command after command.

Soon, Trit stopped, and began one massive command to the computer, incredibly complex and convoluted. After several minutes of issuing the command, she overlooked it, reviewing it for flaws. After these were corrected, she issued the command, and the computer ground to a halt, trying to understand and follow the given command. A loud groan could be heard throughout the facility, as the massive blast door blocking the lower floors began to unlock, the inner mechanisms springing to life for the first time in hundreds of years.

Pell looked to Trit in awe. "How... How did you do that?"

"I overrode the command to lock it. Wasn't easy but--" She was cut off by a loud alarm within the computer room, as an error message came up on the screen. The blast door could be heard to re-lock, much to Trit's chagrin. "Wait! No!" She issues command after command back, attempting to reverse who or whatever was stopping her. She warred against the computer for several minutes, before it simply crashed, dying before her. "DAMN IT ALL!" She smashed a hoof on the console, looking to Pell. "Start it back up!"

Pell did as he was asked, restoring power to the computer, and bringing it back to life.

Trit again tried to open the door, this time succeeding in unlocking the door before something again slowed her progress. "Alright, whoever you are... Gimme all you got..." She fought again against this thing... Whatever it happened to be.

As Trit fought against this, Pell ran to the blast doors, trying to force them open, to no avail. Something else was telling the computer to do exactly as Trit told it not to. Somepony didn't want anyone down there. But why? Pell could not understand what the reason might be, but he flew off, trying to find somepony to help him pry the now unlocked doors open.

Crys came running to the commotion of Pell trying to force the door open. "What the-" he began before dismissing his question and bracing himself against the doors and pushed. "So . . . What . . .eeegh. . . What are we doing?" He asked Pell casually while struggling.

[The Flutterlands]

Pitch smiled. "True... I guess that means that I'll be paired up with Olive Oil on most missions, right. I bet that she'll be a great spy." Pitch began to pull the wagon. "Now, let's get these goodies home."

"Yeah, Olive is the perfect spy, doesn't need any training unlike the rest of us." Ghost then stopped and listened, he then cocked a shell into the firing chamber of the last zebra rifle. "Something feels off, I can't quite figure out why though." Ghost then looks at Pitch, "Let's get out of here." He said as he hooked himself up leaving the rifle where he could reach if the need be he needed to use it.

"True... I have a feeling that we're being... watched." said Pitch with unease, "Should we teleport? I think that's possible to take this big load with us. If not, well..." Pitch began to pull the wagon, keeping his knives ready for use, in case of attack. He looked at Ghost. "When Gallows contacted me... it felt like she hacked into my mind... She's a dangerous filly... Yet, a filly nonetheless... Do you think we will have to put her down?"

[Morlodania]

"We're trying to get the door open before it locks again... Trit's at the computer keeping it unlocked against somepony else trying to lock it... Not sure how long that will last, however." Pell took one of his swords and slid it in the small gap in the door, using it for leverage to further open the door. "This door's pretty heavy, though, isn't it?"

[Pinki3 Pon-3]

"We're trying to get the door open before it locks again... Trit's at the computer keeping it unlocked against somepony else trying to lock it... Not sure how long that will last, however." Pell took one of his swords and slid it in the small gap in the door, using it for leverage to further open the door. "This door's pretty heavy, though, isn't it?"

Crys grunted as he gripped his paws in the gap and pushed apart with all his strength, making the door budge a little. "Yooouuu . . . Can say that . . . Again!" He said while he pushed. Not being the smartest hound had advantages, for instance he was stronger and bigger than most, but even his massive strength was struggling against the massive mechanical system. "Who . . . Built these things!" He yelled to Pell and continued pushing.

[The Republic of Greater Appalachia]

"True... I have a feeling that we're being... watched." said Pitch with unease, "Should we teleport? I think that's possible to take this big load with us. If not, well..." Pitch began to pull the wagon, keeping his knives ready for use, in case of attack. He looked at Ghost. "When Gallows contacted me... it felt like she hacked into my mind... She's a dangerous filly... Yet, a filly nonetheless... Do you think we will have to put her down?"

"When she contacted me, it felt like I had a migraine. I have no idea, if she needs to be put down or not. I would like to say no, but knowing Opium, she's probably been made to act like this. As for teleporting the weapons, I don't have the strength to move that much matter at a single time. Otherwise we wouldn't be pulling this wagon." Ghost replied back.

[Morlodania]

"My ancestors built them... Made to last and all..." Pell pushes harder, forcing another inch out of the door, before getting a bad feeling. All of the sudden, he pulls away from the door, shoving Crys away as well, as the door slams shut moments later, more than enough force to have killed them both, and then locks again. From the computer room, Trit can be heard cursing at the computer loudly.

[Pinki3 Pon-3]

"My ancestors built them... Made to last and all..." Pell pushes harder, forcing another inch out of the door, before getting a bad feeling. All of the sudden, he pulls away from the door, shoving Crys away as well, as the door slams shut moments later, more than enough force to have killed them both, and then locks again. From the computer room, Trit can be heard cursing at the computer loudly.

Crys stumbled back and nodded gratefully to Pell, "Thanks I still have too many black tattoos to die." He said with a chuckle. He gazed from the doors to his claws, "I know you told the frozen thief you wanted the doors intact but I really want to find out what's behind it . . . You sure I can't break it down? I can dig through solid concrete as if it were clay . . ." He said thoughtfully. "What if we went around it?" He said after having a rare lightbulb moment.

[Morlodania]

"Around it? What are you talking about, you seemingly clever Hellhound?" Pell gave a small smile.

Trit stormed over to the door, and kicked it hard with her hind legs. "FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT!"

"Calm down, Tritty... No need to be angry."

"It SHOULD be open! Why the hell isn't it? Who or what is stopping me?" Trit rages, kicking the door again, before sitting on the floor, utterly pissed off.

[The Flutterlands]

"True... I have a feeling that we're being... watched." said Pitch with unease, "Should we teleport? I think that's possible to take this big load with us. If not, well..." Pitch began to pull the wagon, keeping his knives ready for use, in case of attack. He looked at Ghost. "When Gallows contacted me... it felt like she hacked into my mind... She's a dangerous filly... Yet, a filly nonetheless... Do you think we will have to put her down?"

"When she contacted me, it felt like I had a migraine. I have no idea, if she needs to be put down or not. I would like to say no, but knowing Opium, she's probably been made to act like this. As for teleporting the weapons, I don't have the strength to move that much matter at a single time. Otherwise we wouldn't be pulling this wagon." Ghost replied back.

"True... true..." said Pitch, "Say, why did you ask me, to do this? I'm your servant remember? You could have just told me, to help. I mean, sorry about running off on you with Olive, neglecting my duties, and all that. I myself, need to get use to this servant business, and know my place. Isn't that right, Master Ghost?" Pitch was really curious how this servant thing is going to play out. He did swore eternal servitude to Ghost after all.

[Pinki3 Pon-3]

"Around it? What are you talking about, you seemingly clever Hellhound?" Pell gave a small smile.

Trit stormed over to the door, and kicked it hard with her hind legs. "FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT!"

"Calm down, Tritty... No need to be angry."

"It SHOULD be open! Why the hell isn't it? Who or what is stopping me?" Trit rages, kicking the door again, before sitting on the floor, utterly pissed off.

Crys smiled and shrugged to Pell, "When prey makes one entrance impossible to open hounds go round." He said and flexed his claws. He looked at Trit in shock and burst out in a round of deep rumbling laughter, "And here I though I knew you Trit. Last pony I'd have pegged as a curser." He said and smiled, "Pell and I've been talking, I know you want the door intact but why don't we go around? I could dig us through." He said with a twinkle in his lonely eye.

[The Republic of Greater Appalachia]

"True... true..." said Pitch, "Say, why did you ask me, to do this? I'm your servant remember? You could have just told me, to help. I mean, sorry about running off on you with Olive, neglecting my duties, and all that. I myself, need to get use to this servant business, and know my place. Isn't that right, Master Ghost?" Pitch was really curious how this servant thing is going to play out. He did swore eternal servitude to Ghost after all.

"How do you plan on doing a two man job any way? Pulling this wagon takes at least two ponies. One reason I didn't send you do this is that my contact that supplied me with these weapons doesn't know you, so he'd be leery on selling this many weapons to a stranger, that and he wouldn't have given you the same deal he would have given me. Don't bother with the situation with Olive, she fooled everyone until I found Paradise in Shade's compound. That was a fun time for me, less so for Shade." Ghost sent back as they arrived back into Maregaton. "Want anything to eat? It's going to be a long way back to the compound with this wagon." Ghost asked.

[The Flutterlands]

"True... true..." said Pitch, "Say, why did you ask me, to do this? I'm your servant remember? You could have just told me, to help. I mean, sorry about running off on you with Olive, neglecting my duties, and all that. I myself, need to get use to this servant business, and know my place. Isn't that right, Master Ghost?" Pitch was really curious how this servant thing is going to play out. He did swore eternal servitude to Ghost after all.

"How do you plan on doing a two man job any way? Pulling this wagon takes at least two ponies. One reason I didn't send you do this is that my contact that supplied me with these weapons doesn't know you, so he'd be leery on selling this many weapons to a stranger, that and he wouldn't have given you the same deal he would have given me. Don't bother with the situation with Olive, she fooled everyone until I found Paradise in Shade's compound. That was a fun time for me, less so for Shade." Ghost sent back as they arrived back into Maregaton. "Want anything to eat? It's going to be a long way back to the compound with this wagon." Ghost asked.

Pitch smiled at Ghost. "I'm a ghoul. I have no need for subsistence, like food or drink. However, that does not mean that I don't enjoy a good meal, once in a while. Sure, why not?" Pitch and Ghost pulled the wagon, until they came upon a tavern. "This place looks good. Don't you think?" he asked, as he unhooked himself.

[Ardolf]

[erased]

[The Republic of Greater Appalachia]

Pitch smiled at Ghost. "I'm a ghoul. I have no need for subsistence, like food or drink. However, that does not mean that I don't enjoy a good meal. Sure, why not?" Pitch and Ghost pulled the wagon, until they came upon a tavern. "This place looks good. Don't you think?" he asked, as he unhooked himself.

"It's as good as any. Unlike you, I'm starving." Ghost chuckled as they walked in and sat down. "Wonder if Pell and Trit are having any luck with the door, figure they are working on getting it open by now." He said as he glanced at the menu.

[The Flutterlands]

Pitch smiled at Ghost. "I'm a ghoul. I have no need for subsistence, like food or drink. However, that does not mean that I don't enjoy a good meal. Sure, why not?" Pitch and Ghost pulled the wagon, until they came upon a tavern. "This place looks good. Don't you think?" he asked, as he unhooked himself.

"It's as good as any. Unlike you, I'm starving." Ghost chuckled as they walked in and sat down. "Wonder if Pell and Trit are having any luck with the door, figure they are working on getting it open by now." He said as he glanced at the menu.

"Mhm." said Pitch, reading his menu, "Ooh, muffins. Do they have chocolate chip? Yes they do. I'll have that with a nice salad, and some OJ." He looked up at Ghost. "What are you having?"