Fallout Equestria RP Log

Name: Domino

Race: Unicorn

Gender: Female

Age: 25

Appearance: A decent mare with a white coat and a mane styled much like Twilight Sparkle's own, except it's black, and a white stripe runs through the middle instead. Emerald green eyes. She stands on average height, and is reasonably good looking. Not too thin, not too musclebound or fat. She's strong enough to handle her equipment, though the girl's not exactly bulletproof.

Equipment: Standard riot armor and helmet with black underclothes. Uniform-issue saddlebags of the same color, uniform-issue belt which holds two silenced .45 USP handguns. In her saddlebags remains a dismantled sniper rifle, with scope and surpressor included. An electrifying cattle-prod rests on her belt shall the encounter get too close.

Personality: Not too social, normally quiet and obedient of orders, bent on completing them for her own sake. She tries not to relate to other ponies, and usually avoids any kind of attention. Aggressive when provoked, will defend herself no matter what. Being so introverted makes her rather dim when it comes to speech, or lying, or even treating other ponies, often resulting in her being oblivious as of to how her words trigger reactions. A perfect example of that is her companion, who she often calls Chicken.

History: In Tennpony tower, where life doesn't suck, miraculously, lies the Twilight Society. A fan club, if you would. This organization, bent on studying and discovering anything related to the mare Twilight Sparkle, linger on the shadows of the fancy ponies, quiet as they read ancient tomes of the Goddesses know what. Capable unicorns and powerful mages, what could they probably need to achieve their goals? Finding out the secrets of Twilight wasn't an easy thing. Eventually, they reached to the conclussion that simply buying information and doing research wouldn't do. One of them would have to make a sacrifice. Not a cannibalistic ritual or anything, but one of the stallions had to give up his daughter, who was educated in a very different manner to the other kids. Trained to perform missions outside of Tennpony. To physically retrieve precious things that would aid them somehow. And much more. Firearms, hoof-to-hoof combat, melee weapons, tactics, methods, and much more was teached to her. She was raised to kill, to escort, to protect, to retrieve, to deliver, but mostly, to follow orders. Not one word escaped her ears when they came from her father, who took not a single bit of shame in using his daughter in such ways, as he was, after all, doing it for the sake of Equestria. And thus, Domino was born. An assassin, a messenger, whatever they needed to do outside, she was sent to do the task.
And her current task was to find a certain pony... Along with a chicken. Life sucks.


SPECIAL attributes:
Strength: 6

Perception: 7

Endurance: 4

Charisma: 2

Intelligence: 7

Agility: 7

Luck: 7

Name: Point Blank

Race: Unicorn

Gender: Female

Age: 19

Appearance: Typical Raider appearance, with mish-mashed metal bits strung together with leather straps and buckles. Wears a mask that is likely another ponie's gently-used face. Or was, anyway. Hers now. Filthy brown coat [likely white to begin with], and a grungy, short-cropped black tail. Mane is also assumed to be black. Severely malnourished and riddles with bullet holes and deep scars, as well as missing patches of skin. Broken, but still serviceable, horn.

Equipment: Raider Painspike Armor [metal], wastehound helm [leather], auto shotgun, machete, mint-als [x5], buffout [x5], med-ex [x4], shotgun shells [x 20]

Personality: Not the brightest pony alive, but still more than capable of pulling a trigger. Dangerous and addicted, this pony is willing to do just about anything for supplies, especially more shotgun shells and mint-als. And, being a raider, it should come as no surprise that she is nowhere near above killing.

History: Not much to tell here, born in a raider's clan, raised as a raider, but ran off to do her own thing when she got a twang of morality. Senseless killing is NOT something she will do, unless you have something she wants. Then you'd be better off just giving her what she's after.

SPECIAL attributes:
Strength: 4

Perception: 8

Endurance: 8

Charisma: 1

Intelligence: 5

Agility: 6

Luck: 8

Name:Brawny Charge
Nicknames include: Brawn, Char, Charger, Bray.

Race: Earth Pony

Gender: Male

Age: 29

Appearance: Black coat, dark red mane. Big, like Big Mac big. Has a large burn mark over where his cutie mark used to be across his flank. Usually just wears a duster along with a saddle for his weapons and supplies.

Equipment: A Sepulcher Assault Rifle on his saddle. (Dont want to start out with anything too heavy. And a Flamer. The exact one that burned his cutie mark off. Wears around Metal armor. (For now.) And has a saddle pack full of ammo and supplies.

Personality: Very introverted and quiet, gets his point across more with guns than words. Tries to find a reason to gain something from anything he does to give it more purpose to himself. In an essence greedy.

History: Brawny grew up in a Stable, one that devoted it's foals to peak physical fitness, and not much else. The Stable pushed it's ponies to go out and be brave heroes, so everypony was take back outside early so they could go off and fight for survival of the fittest. The fittest being their Stable. Brawny was thrust into the world before he even got his cutie mark (like 8 years old), and because of an encounter with a gang of raiders that took his father from him he received a burn running the length of his flank. Permanently blank-flanked with no idea what to do with himself, he took to just becoming a mercenary for hire. Not bothering with politics, he just wants to have food on the table and the muscle and proper artillery to keep it from being taken. A stronger guard you'll never meet, a brighter one... well he's not stupid enough to fall for cheap tricks. But dont expect him to know how to work a computer.

SPECIAL attributes:
Strength: 9
Perception: 6
Endurance: 7
Charisma: 2
Intelligence: 5
Agility: 6
Luck: 5

Name: Hunter-of-Paradise

Race: Griffin

Gender: Male

Age: 30

Appearance: A large, hulking piece of griffon. He's very thick for his kind, easily the mass of three fillies. His Head is a brilliant plumage of winter colors, various shades of grey mixed with darker specks. His wingspread reaches 12 feet when fully outstretched, and hints of black and brown dapple the tips of his primary feathers. He's a griffin from northern factions of Talons, and as such instead of the usual brown covering his lion torso, it's darker variations of grey with black spots on his flank.

Equipment: A battle saddle holding on one side a riot shotgun and on the other an AK47 assault rifle, both of these used for a combination of close-range shield-breaking shots and precision long distance shots with burst rounds. He always carries a hunting revolver as back-up, always housing a single bullet in case he should need a 'quick escape'. It has been dubly named Hunter's Revolver.

Personality: Very hard to amuse, as cliche as that may sound of a mercenary. The years haven't treated him well regarding companionship, but for now he is content to travel at the side of Domino. He rarely engages chat though he doesn't mind talking when the oppurtunity asks it of him, though that is rare considering he is always on assignment. He is ever staring, the hint of a disapproving frown always playing on the corners of his lightly colored beak. In battle he is always headstrong, preferring to rip through enemy forces via his shot gun rather than wait on sneaking through like his companion prefers.

History: Hunter-of-Paradise was born in a Talons settlement to single mother. His name is a play of both 'Bird of Prey' and 'Bird of Paradise', and he keeps his full name on the down low. Like all other griffins, 'childhood' consisted of two sisters and early mercinary training. Talons' camps have no time for the usual childhood play, and as soon as he and his siblings could open their eyes, his mother was back to work. Losing both sisters and mother to Raiders, he grew quickly and coldly, quickly excelling in all skills having to do with skewering a bullet through somepony's head. In his youth he moved to the southern equestrian lands looking for better work, and came across Tenpony Tower. Work came to him in the form of the Twilight Society, and with guarding the daughter of the head in her assignments to reclaim items of importance to the group's idealologies. It's easy enough work, in terms of bringing loot back to Tenpony, but the little filly he rides with has driven him mad for all of the years they've worked together.

SPECIAL attributes:
Strength: 10

Perception: 5

Endurance: 6

Charisma: 2

Intelligence: 4

Agility: 7

Luck: 6

Name: Nox Omnius
Nicknames: Nox, Noxious, TechHead

Race: Unicorn (disabled)

Gender: Male

Age: Unknown, Presumed Late Twenties - Mid Thirties

Appearance: Nox is a unicorn without a horn. How he lost it, he never says, but to this date burn marks mar the stump of a horn he is cursed to wear upon his head. Many years without his horn have taught him how to work with his body- or rather, what's left of it. His armor is a special sort of power armour- that being a portable life-support system. Metal supports injoined with hydraulic cylinders and pistons all but replace the functionality of his hind legs, and his right foreleg is completely gone, replaced with a high-tech prosthesis. His left foreleg is the only one of his limbs completely and totally flesh anymore, and seems to have retained most of its functionality aside from terrible burns and scarring, henceforth why it is always bandaged. Upon his head is a helmet, that which seems to be an odd combination of a rebreather and the damaged top-half of a power-armour helmet. His equipment is scuffed, but his scientific mind allows him to scavenge parts from his fallen enemies and upgrade his armour. The helmet is designed to slide back and reveal the user's face, for nothing more than the basic needs of eating. He rarely ever utilizes this function. Around his neck at all times is a tattered brown shawl, that which covers his marred exterior.

Equipment: Life Support armour, pieced together by extracting and modifying armour and equipment from enemies. 1 Ratty Burlap Shawl. Single Energy carbine, currently non-functional. Single Sniper Rifle, military grade. Single Revolver, .49 Calibre. 5 Sniper Shells. 12 .49 pistol rounds. 2 Doses of hydra, 1 bottle of RadAway, 3 Packs of RadX. Helmet incorporates rebreather that purifies air coming in, allowing him to breath in noxious gases without harming himself. Power armor helmet is modified, giving rise to environmental stats and a basic HUD. 1 Battle-Saddle, hidden under his shawl, which carries aformentioned equipment.

Personality: Nox is an introvert in the extreme. He never talks to anybody, instead preferring to keep to himself, making small adjustments to his prostheses.

History: Nox was always, always introverted. He kept to himself, and never made friends, instead opting to study magic and the various sciences. One day, when he was in his late teens, a magical experiment gone awry nearly cost him his life, blowing off his horn, and damaging every one of his legs. After his stable fixed him up with basic life support equipment, they deemed him a danger too great for the society, and planned to have him executed. Ever the sharp one, Nox caught wind of the plans and went straight to work, modifying his prostheses for mobility and combat use, going as far as to kill several riot-armoured guards to get the components he needed. After he had the bare necessities, he escaped, taking with him an old revolver his father had kept for emergencies. After that, not much is known about what has happened to him. All that can be said is that he's upgraded his equipment, and by the looks of it, taken down a wonderbolt by his lonesome. He is a Ghoul by nature, a loner; and a Damned Good one at that.


SPECIAL attributes

Strength: 5
Perception: 8
Endurance: 4
Charisma: 1
Intelligence: 9
Agility: 6
Luck: 7

Name: Sonata Allegro

Race: Unicorn

Gender: Male

Age: 27

Appearance: Sonata bears a coat of pure white, with a mane of the contrasting black. His magic color matches the emerald irises that separate the two blank colors of his body with a bit of green.

Equipment: Brotherhood Scribe Robe [Light Armor, modified to hide Brotherhood symbol and appear as formal religious wear]. Red cloth thrown over patched leather armor, with steel shoulder and flank pads. One laser pistol. Satchel of various books and records, as well as Caps. 5 Bottles of Water.

Personality: Enthusiastic of all things pre-war, especially history and lore. Keeps a record of events that happen around him in a journal, as well as a codex of things he finds. Sonata isn't the most sociable of Unicorns, but he is certainly knowledgeable about history and technology. Usually optimistic, and tends to be more of a support to others rather than a leader.

History: Sonata was born and raised around Tennpony Tower, a spot where rumors of advanced Unicorn magic were circulating all across the general populace. Most of it was considered myth or legend, while very few knew the actual truth. Sonata's parents, Aria da Capo and Al Fine, were one such ponies. They believed in the idea that without somepony to carry on the traditions and magics of Pre-War Unicorns, that Equestria would become too reliant on technology, and Unicorns as a race would fall in between the cracks.

So it was their will that Sonata be trained to bear magics of support and betterment, idealizing the dream that he would become a musician to comfort others, just as they had. They sent him into the society of secrecy to be trained.

Years later, when Sonata figured he was ready to explore the Wasteland in the interests of bringing aid to others who needed help. He survived with his knowledge of magic, and by selling clean water to the travelers he encountered.

So he traveled some more, only knowing the direction he wished to travel. About a day after his water supply ran out, he had stumbled upon a tower. His stamina had run out, and he was crawling or limping, rather than trotting. His magic allowed him to keep his Stable Outfit as an umbrella from the sun, but it wasn't enough to block the intense heat. He soon passed out.

It was later that night that the Brotherhood of Steel sent out a scouting party to see who, or what just landed on the front door of one of their outposts. As he was still alive, but unconscious, they decided to take him in out of pity. After all, Stable Dwellers didn't offer much of a threat, especially one that wasn't armed in the first place.

When Sonata awoke, the scribes of that particular branched introduced him to what would be his new home. They said that in return for keeping him alive, he would have to stay inside and help them further their cause. Since Sonata hadn't much other purposes, he agreed. There were also weapons pointed at him, those helped convince his judgement.

It would be nearly a year passing in his Service to the Brotherhood, where he was instituted as an Acolyte of the Quill, the chapter of Scribes dedicated to archiving and discovering pre-war lore and history, something his music already helped to ascertain. Additionally, Sonata was also known to keep record of everything around him in a journal often found by his side.

By this point, Sonata was trusted to go on scouting parties for extended periods of time. With the communication located under the hood Sonata often wore while in the desert, he became somewhat of an asset to the Brotherhood, especially with his ability to speak with others concerning various issues.

Approaching his second year of service, Sonata requested that he leave the Brotherhood's main HQ in that area and go on somewhat of a permanent scouting expedition, to find all the lore he could keep in his written records, and eventually report back to them with his findings. The Brotherhood accepted, under the promise that he would never speak of where that base was.


SPECIAL attributes:
Strength: 2
Perception: 7
Endurance: 3
Charisma: 8
Intelligence: 9
Agility: 4
Luck: 7

Total: 40

Bonus Spells:
Temporary Bubble Shield
Minor Healing
Advanced Telekenesis
Brighter Flashlight

Since being transferred over to Bucklyn Cross, Sonata hadn't quite felt so good. He preferred the broom-closet of a base the Steel Rangers held in the wasteland proper, as it helped him find exactly what he needed, and the pony appropriate for handling that particular type of information. Bucklyn had a much, much larger base. Scribes like him even had their own quarters and research labs. It was great and all, but very quiet. Too quiet. As one who thrived around other ponies, Sonata didn't exactly enjoy being 'left to his own devices'. Not to mention that nearly half of his 'devices' consisted of talking. But at least he had access to the Library. Not that he needed to read anything so much as archive what he has written. Another Scribe in the Quill order had described the act of writing these logs 'community service for everyone in the future'. He couldn't argue with the theory, but he found it less 'community service' and more 'extremely important information'. Fun nonetheless. So ventured Sonata out into outer sections of Bucklyn Cross. Pretty much all of it was owned by the Steel Rangers, so there wasn't really any threat. It was there that Sonata met up with the Paladin in charge of ferrying from the bridge fortification over to the 'mainland'. Naturally, the idea that a pony of the Steel Rangers would go out on any sort of mission without a squad to accompany them was ridiculous, no less a Scribe. But both the Paladin and the Rangers of this station knew that Sonata was the equivalent of a 'spy' for the Wasteland. His information was unique, and often had the reports or testimony of other ponies important to what he was looking for, and therefore required a certain finesse that he seemed to fulfill. Not like he was going to be talked out of being boated across for the interests of record-keeping. He would go to the Tenpony Tower, but there wasn't much for him to gather there, especially considering his relationship with many of the locals. One of the few problems Sonata encountered with being so great with words and conversations, is that he was so recognizeable. White coat, black mane, tender baritone voice, and the robes of a teacher. At least, that's what he was today. A scholar of the Tower. His Scribe robe had been recolored to be purple, interlacing with gold and deeper violets to show that he was a Unicorn of considerable wealth, and perhaps of the Society. So long as he kept his hood over most of his face, there shouldn't be an issue. His robes, like many, came with sheathes for his horn, as to not immediately give away his coat color. All that could be seen from him was his black tail, and white muzzle. Unless of course, a pony smaller than he would look up into his face, but he didn't really anticipate that to happen. So he was propelled via water-craft over towards the Manehatten Blast Zone. He wasn't intending on entering it for obvious reasons, but it was the best he could do without giving away that he was a part of the Rangers. With his laser-pistol holstered, books and quill sheathed in a saddlebag, and completely fit for 'duty', he began trotting towards Tenpony Tower. He wasn't planning on headed there, but the faster he could reach civilization, the better.


From professional assassin and gunpony to being watched over by a chicken foalsitter. Life couldn't suck more for Domino. Wait, knowing her luck, it probably could. Yes, anytime now, surely a horde of raiders would pop up and kill her, eat her, rape her and finish eating her. In that order, too. The white, black-armor covered mare glanced over at her companion, the unusual looking griffon mercenary known as 'Hunter'... Of Paradise. What kind of homosexual name was that, anyway? Chickens and their strange shit... "Your name sucks." She spat out, quite randomly, as they've been both silent for most of the trip, walking through the dead lands that once were Equestria. The pony was glaring at her companion, for no apparent reason, while pouting at the time, as if offended by his mere presence. As much as the male had tried to keep his full name a secret, the Society didn't take lightly to the mercenaries it chose to employ, and had already investigated the individual to a big extent before actually hiring him. A shame for Domino, who was still mad at the fact that her father would trust raw KFC rather than his own daughter. Seeing as the winged creature ignored her, she pressed onto the issue. "No, really. It sucks." It wasn't clear if she simply wanted his attention, or to bug him for some reason. The Society had warned Hunter that his companion was going to be rather 'interesting', but they hadn't mentioned just how annoying she could be sometimes. Random mood swings and irrational behaviour were a result of the kind of life she'd had, much different from Tennpony's usual relaxation. "Hey, pull out the map. Where're we?" She asked as she stopped moving, sitting down on her haunches to wait for an answer. Around them, only the clouded skies and dead background could be seen. Gray all over and some dark gray sticking in random spots. Dead stuff. Dead plants. Yes, the wasteland's daily visual offerings to travelers. "Because I think we've went in the wrong direction. I mean, this doesn't look like the blast zone at all. There should be some kinda crater thingy here. With dead stuff, and irradiated shit. Why isn't it there?" She waved a hoof around her, angry for being in the middle of nowhere rather than close to the Manehattan Blast Zone, where they were suppossed to look for a missing unicorn who'd disappeared years ago. What kind of bigot sent her to look for someone who disappeared more than a couple years ago? Ohhh, right. Her father. Bigot pony.

It was hot. The wasteland he was from further North, was never in anything but a nuclear winter, and even after all the time he'd spent in this hell forsaken place had not at all adjusted him to the extreme heat that was a usual day in the wasteland. Nor had his companion lessoned the load of their otherwise dreary existance and the griffin merc no more than cocked an eyebrow to her sudden input. He'd heard it all before, and as much as she didn't like him, he didn't much enjoy her presence either and had took to answering any and all of her useless yammering with silence. Hunter-of-Paradise wore his battle saddle equiped on both sides with guns of immense but not heavy power. A shot gun and an AK47, as well as a hidden hunting rifle attached to a leather strap binding his modified metal armor. It was modified in that all it covered was his underbelly, and left his back more or less bare. This was essential for flight, and as he always came from the top, there was no need to have anything useless weighing him down. Besides, of course, the only useless thing weighing him down which was the she-unicorn trotting beside him. "We don't need the map, I know exactly where we are." He snapped iritably, and instead of listening spread his wings and with a few bounds had taken off into the air -- Anything to be rid of her for a few seconds. His wings caught any mild trace of wind and they in turn boosted him up high enough to get their bearings in no time. The crater was easy enough to spot, and he glanced down as he pointed the direction to it. If it were up to him, he would go on ahead and use that raptorous gaze of his to find whoever it was they were searching for. He wasn't clear on the details, and besides he couldn't leave the prissy pony beneath him. His contract wouldn't let him, and griffins were the most honor bound of all the Equestrian Wasteland species. Once a contract was signed, it was signed in blood. His large grey wings pulled nearer his body and his beak tipped downward at the same time to turn him into a dropping white speck. It wasn't a good idea to keep in the air long when in Manehattan. The place was infested with manticores, and like he they could fly. "I don't see why we're goin' through t'crater." He said as his wings spread and he thumped heavily to the floor beside the filly, spraying dirt and rocks under his massive wing flaps. "We oughtta just go around the underside of it. Who're we suppose ta' be lookin' for anyway?" Silence broken, he began to walk again. It felt strange when his wings demanded he spread them again. The taste of the air was too sweet and too short, and often times he found himself missing the mountains of his home where there was no way to walk the treacherous turrain. "I say whoever it is is either long gone or dead. Your da has got t'funny sense of hope tinkin' otherwise."

Sonata almost forgot how unbearably hot it was in a Wasteland with purple robes adorned. Especially considering that his robes were attached to leather armor underneath all the fancy cloth. Then he had the books that had to store information, then his laser-pistol, battery cells, water, and all the other things he took with him didn't help the whole trotting for a long time. He'd manage, though. Tenpony wasn't horribly far away, and once he got close enough, he'd simply disappear among the crowd of fancy robed ponies. Just had to get there. The ferryman was thankfully out of sight, so even if somepony did approach him at this point, he could pass off to be a scholar that was getting supplies from a trade route located somewhere behind him. It was believeable enough, considering that trade routes were largely inconsistent, especially around the Blast Zone. So he trotted, and continue to trot until he managed to get his white flank into gear to make up for lost time. He couldn't be  spotted alone when the sun set, due to the fact that Raiders would no doubt take advantage of him and his apparent look of 'rich' that the purple robes were meant to display. Given his physique, he couldn't run all that fast, but quickly enough to make himself appear to be on a tight schedule and could not be disturbed. That should set him up for a good entry near Tenpony. It wasn't that far, b---well, yeah, it was pretty far. He knew where he was headed, and he knew that the various houses or establishments could be shared if he produced enough caps. But that was the worst case scenario. He had enough time and to get to Tenpony, it was the Terminal that he really wanted to get to. From there he could go to what was locally known as 'The Great and Powerful Cottage'. Odds are some scavenger would try to uncover secrets of the former Unicorn enchantress, and Sonata would simply relieve them of that information. But first, Tenpony. Or rather, the Terminal, he just remembered that he couldn't go to Tenpony because of his 'reputation'. If he were found there, no doubt some squad of Unicorns would ask where he had been for the past few years. And by ask, he knew that they would 'ask' with weapons. Big ones. So fuck that. Sonata's direction shifted towards the Terminal. He would not make it by the time the sun set, but he was particularly confident that he could wager a bargain with some passing by pony to set up a campsite. Most ponies went for caps. When caps didn't work, Sonata had spare waters, which would work.

Brawny was dead. No seriously, he was literally going to die. The gruff earth pony bit his lip and
surveyed the Manehattan Crater with distaste, not only that but he was looking down at the contract he had just gotten killed. The group of raiders had caught him off guard, sadly they were camped out in the rubble instead of in the hills that he was inspecting. His buyer was a unicorn, a sorry scientist who didn’t know which end of a gun he should point away from his stinkin face. The perma-blanked pony grimaced as he looked down at the mutilated corpse of the unicorn he had been paid to protect. But his contract wasn’t the biggest problem right now. That group of raiders had him pinned down right against the big crater in the center of Manehattan, he could feel the rads leaking into his skin through the metal armor he wore. The robe of the unicorn did little to shield him from a plasma bolt through the head. It was like watching one of the films from Brawny’s Stable again to watch the unicorn’s head literally explode from the well placed shot. The guardpony was just glad it hadn’t been him. The crossfire of rounds wizzing over his head subsided for a few moments and he turned to peer out from behind an overturned dumpster. It was far too quiet, and there was no motion. Surely the damned raiders wouldn’t stop and leave, they were raiders for Maker’s sake, they ‘raided’ the corpses of ponies they killed. Brawn bided his time, his hoof reaching over to pull the pack from his dead companion. He rifled through it: random supplies, some medicine and a dusty old book. The pony looked it over it seemed to be a journal of some kind, the unicorn had come here with express instructions on where to find it, and Brawn had had to blast away a good four houses looking for the stupid thing. What was so important about a dusty old journal? He stuffed it in his pack along with the medicine and supplies, pulling out a Cola and popping the top. He sighed as he raised the glass bottle to his decapitated partner. “Guess I’ll probably see ya on the other side.” He downed the sugary drink and smacked his lips a little before pulling his Sepulcher assault rifle over the side of the dumpster and looking around. The rifle was special, it had been his father’s: The weapon was pitch black except for the laser sight that they had salvaged when he was five. It was designed for short bursts initially, but his father had tweaked it to make it able to shoot an entire clip in one motion, just a steady stream of rifle fire. And that was the best part, the thing had stunning aim. Brawn had trained himself to be able to pick off a radroach from a thousand feet with that laser sight. The earth pony looked around. No motion, no gunfire. What the flank was going on out there?

"But dad sent me to look for him. He MUST be alive, dad said so! And... We're not going through the crater! We'd uh... die! Yeah. I mean, I didn't bring any Rad-x. Or RadAway. And I don't wanna grow a fifth hoof. We're gonna surround the thingy, look at it from the sides. I don't think the guy's gonna be there anyway... I mean, he most likely settled up somewhere else. Why would he hop off there? It's insane. Anyway. After the crater thingy, we'll cross the river and check Arbu. It's a small shithole close to the steelies. Maybe he went there, knocked up some filly, and became an illiterate farmer." Much to the griffon's dismay, she seemed to seriously consider her little theory. Domino was an unstable mare. She wasn't dumb, but one would think it twice before calling her 'smart'. Sure she could solve a puzzle and handle a terminal, maybe even learn spells. So her proccessing was alright. The problem was a poor grasp of morals and an overall lack of common sense. Most of her education had been based around following orders and killing, and a bit of it branched into handling terminals and shit. Stripped of most personal pleasures anypony should have, she was short even on culture and personality. She disliked mostly everything, except maybe guns. Guns were cool. The mare looked at the griffon, then at the river that could be seen on the distance. Her gaze shifted back to her companion, and then to the water again, and it continued to do so a few times. "Hey. I looked at the river... there's no way I'm gonna cross that. You'll have to... carry me through it." Her tone had suddenly become softer, and a bit more serious and calm. As much as she claimed to dislike KFC, he could take her places. Like across that river. She thought about the nearby places where the unicorn could be. Arbu was a small settlement nearby, he may've stayed there. As the mare stood up, she took a couple steps before stopping on her tracks, hushing loudly to shut up the griffon. "Gunfire down there in the... thingy. Crater. That. See? Not only you wanna be diform, you wanna get us killed, too."

See, Sonata didn't want to complicate things. That made him put effort forward to try and get what he wants, and there was no reason he needed to put such silly things like that into play. But then again, he had to share this wasteland with other ponies. Lots of them. This meant that some pony wanted to make himself known by gunning down a bunch of other ponies, which caused problems. Problems like....getting shot at. This worked, or could potentially work for him as he made his way towards the combat. Protect and Serve, that's what he was supposed to do. Though the robes would.....actually work out, he'd have to change his disguise from scholar to 'enthusiast', just in case it was a trap. The colors couldn't shift, but the backstory behind why he's wearing flowing purple and royal violet robes could be just an obsession with Twilight Sparkle. So Sonata shifted his path once more to skirt around the edge of the crater until he came upon looking at an Earth Pony in metal armor frantically scanning for what appeared to be nothing. Sonata's eyes drifted across the desert until his eyes lay on a Unicorn dead next to a book. Books. He had to have that book. It didn't look like anything he recognized, which therefore meant that he needed that book. It may have contained exactly what came from the cottage, and would save him many days worth of trouble. Sonata's horn began to glow from underneath the purple sheath, which made sure that the magic color couldn't exactly be seen. "You appear to be in some potential trouble. So I'll break you a deal. You promise me whatever that Unicorn there was holding, and I'll help you escape alive." As though to ensure his temporary loyalty, Sonata summoned a small bubble-shaped shield around them, stopping some of the radiation from getting to them. "Magic can be handy...."

This was taking too long; even if all the Raiders left were simultaneously reloading it still wouldn’t take this long. He scanned the surroundings again, actually kinda glad he had his back to the crater. Brawn didn’t have to worry about his rear flank at all in this fight, but that still didn’t help his chances all that much right now. He saw a shadow dart through the ruins and pointed his laser sight at it. The earth pony grunted as he looked around and called out. “Oy! Why don’t you measly cowards come and show yourselves?! I’ve got enough rounds for the lot of ya!” From the buildings on either side Raider ponies popped from the second story windows and began firing. Brawn yipped and ducked behind the dumpster as it was pumped full of lead. Two sheets of metal standing between him and being Swiss cheese made him consider his mortality at the moment. He sighed as he realized how stupid life was these days, what with the running and the shooting. He missed the stories of
Brawny Charge: of the time before the war. When Equestria was lush and green, nothing stopping it from prospering, he couldn’t help but hate the past ponies for being so stubborn. It was clear that Brawn was bitter; he wished he could do something, prevent this from continuing. If anything the earth pony wished he had been a unicorn, smart and able to accomplish things of worth, rather than just shooting things that got in his way. Still, if Brawn had been a unicorn in this day and age, chances were he would be the one on the ground with his head blown apart. The earth pony chuckled, he should really be fighting, but for the life of him he would much rather sit here and laugh, let the Raiders expend their ammo, he would sit here and think up stupid jokes about the wings of pegasi while he popped open another Radi-cola. Luckily for him, the dumpster was overturned over a solid marble slab, which was blocking the bullets more than effectively. Brawny was just waiting for the moment when he would start feeling… he didn’t know what it would feel like to get shot, but it must be painful, he’d maimed enough ponies and heard their screams to know it must hurt. Still nothing, when the shooting stopped again Brawn spun around and his laser sight pointed right into a raider earth pony’s face. With one flash of Brawn’s Sepulcher, off went the pony’s head. He ducked back proud of himself and yelped to see another unicorn in purple robes behind the cover with him. He actually had to do a quick double take with the decapitated pony next to him to make sure it wasn’t the same guy. “What… in hay… are you doing here?!” He said as he pointed his flamer directly at the scholar’s face. “Do you not see these Raiders trying to shoot me right now? H-how did you even get here?!” He blinked as his body glimmered a little and it suddenly felt less... well less dense. He felt lighter, and even a bit healthier. The unicorn had blocked out the continuing radiation with that bubble of his. Brawn blinked at the proposal and shook his head. “Sorry, no can do Pointy… I was… instructed to bring this book to my contractor…” he lied, rather poorly. “I cant come back to him empty hooved. Now if you don’t mind.” He whipped around once the firing stopped again and picked off another two ponies with his modded FAL. “Who the ruddy hell are you then? And what’s with the flamboyant robes?”

Sonata wasn't retarded, He made sure to stay behind cover even with the protection of a magical shield. The shield couldn't stop bullets, but simply reduce the impact that they hit for. As he had not mastered the spell yet, it really didn't reduce the damage dealt by a whole lot, but sometimes...that's all it took for a bullet to not penetrate leather armor, or for a pulse round to not melt the skin off of ones face. The Earth Pony had the book in question, and Sonata needed it. The Earthen attempted to lie to him, but Sona knew better. He had enough experience with talking to ponies to realize this. "Not to insult you, but you don't seem the type to read books. I'll bet that Unicorn really wanted the book, and you were his friend...or hired gun. My name is Twilight Eye, an...enthusiast of magical studies." A lie, but given the robes and proximity to Tenpony, was plausible. "I'd be willing to trade some water, magical protection, and caps for that book, unless you really think it's worth it to just sit here behind cover and hope they don't call for backup." Sonata shrugged. The shield of his faded as he drew his laser pistol, standing up out of cover to fire as well. Given his knowledge of most raider armor, he attempted to aim at the spots least protected. Since he didn't shoot conventional bullets, the damage he dealt seemed to be sufficient to either melt the faces of those firing at him, or inflict severe enough burns for the raiders to think twice. As soon as he got done shooting, he ducked back and raised the shield. "Your choice, sir."

Sonata couldn't have had a better day. He should have actually turned around and went back to Bucklyn to store the book. But nope, he had to just see if he could get more. That's when he somehow tripped. Were he paying any sort of attention around him, he may have been able to do something about it, but alas, by the time he looked up, he saw a nice handgun at his side. Just wonderful. Not to mention the book he just conned out of an Earth Pony. He looked to examine his opponent and found.....himself? Mare-like frame, white coat, green eyes, and a bla---oh, striped mane. Close enough. A real female, as it were. He could lie to her, but lying to unicorns was about as safe as lighting off a flare in the middle of the desert. You may get what you want, but you probably won't. "I am a wastelander who has a few requests before answering any number of questions like that." Fortunately, his hood was still over his head and horn. The purple color plus the light of the sun would be able to hide the use of his magic, even from reflecting on his face. He didn't bother to look up at her as a spell charged up. If he could carefully stall her, he figured that his next spell would have enough power to do what he had imagined. "First, allow me to say that you have some oddly specific questions for me. Second, no, I honestly have no idea if there are more of those books. I got it from a stupid Earth Pony some trots behind me. He's dumb, but he's big, and probably has enough armor to take the both of us on. As for your last question, I have no idea what you're talking about." Obvious lie. It wouldn't have been so obvious, except that he summoned up a section of magical shield right in between him and the gun before forcing it towards his assailant. Being a mixture of magic and metaphysical force, the 'blast' should be enough to knock her back far enough for him to stand up and draw his laser pistol. "Now let's think about this carefully. I don't have anything with you. I just need that book." He stated flatly, revealing the face below his hood.

 Looking at him with some skepticism, she levitated her second handgun out of her belt, aiming both guns at the head of the pony in front of her. "This is riot armor. That's the smallest kind of the weakest energy guns around. Sure, hurts a lot. On my armor? It'll probably scorch it a bit. It's not gonna get through, though. You have shield. Think it can stop two .45 rounds? I don't think so. Now now, shut the fuck up. What's your name? I'm lookin' for a pony and it could be you, so just get over with it. You may wanna drop that thingy, too. Who the fuck uses laser boxes anymore? If you got those fancy clothes and shit, you should at least have a better weapon. Or maybe you're just dumb. Just tell me your name." She frowned as she spoke, apparently irritating herself. The two guns floated by her sides, steadily aiming at her target, enveloped in a white glow that matched that of her horn.

Fuck. She had two weapons. Truth be told, this was one of the times Sonata wished he were flanked by two or three Knights. She'd think twice before even looking at him were that the case. Whatever. "Look, there are literally thousands of ponies in the Wasteland. I am on my way to a library with that book, when you all the sudden just stopped me. My name is Twilight Eye. Maker's embrace, I have no idea what you would want with me. I'm just a librarian!" While he usually wouldn't lie to another Unicorn for previously stated reasons, this was different. Namely that she had two guns pointed at him, and all he had was a small raygun, basically. His lie should be found
as legitimate, though. It worked on that Earth Pony, and hopefully it would work here. It would also explain why he
has ridiculous clothes and a dumb weapon. He sheathed it and blinked with irritation. "At least you have some sort of decency. Do you want some water? Because I highly doubt you're looking for me. I'll trade you some water for that book back. I've got three bottles I'd be willing to give. Three. Let's be reasonable here."

At the ruins of the old monorail HQ, a pony that looked as though she'd never known a good meal sat,
poking through a bloodstained bag next to a clearly fresh corpse, who'd head was now a big, messy smear along the sand and dirt. "Water... all right. Bobby pins, good enough... picture of her kids, picture of her kids, picture of her kids... fer fuck's sake, is this all?" she grumbled, upending the bag onto the ground and spreading its contents. from behind the leather mask and thick goggles, her eyes scanned for anything useful. And there it was: BOOZE! That bitch had been holding out on her the whole time. Taking it in one hoof, she pulled the mask up just far enough to expose her mouth, and downed what was left in the bottle, then discarded the empty glass over her shoulder. Ugh. Vodka. Good enough. Once she'd made sure she had everything of value the mare owned, she tucked it all away into her saddlebags and smirked to herself. Not bad... that was the third pony today.

The pony seemed to be deep in thought for a few seconds, even opening her muzzle to say
something, when she suddenly closed it, returning her focus to the pony's forehead. "You're not a fuckin' librarian.
The only damn library around here is in Tennpony, and I know every fuckin' librarian in the motherfuckin' tower. I
fuckin' live there! Stop fuckin' lying to me! I don't even know why I haven't blown your brains up yet! Maybe I should do
that. But as... you said... I uh, have decency. Yep. So uhm, last chance here. I'm looking for a pony. Who comes
from Tennpony tower. He's an unicorn, and he's..." She trailed off, actually paying attention to the pony's face. The
mare blinked a bit, feeling stupid and actually blushing a bit, before shaking her head. "Fuck that. It's you. Turn flank
and walk to fuckin' Tennpony. You got a whole lot of shit to explain to the Twilight Society."

Sonata was about to say something else, but she called his bluff. Dropping his presumed accent,
hood, and whole made up persona, he kicked the dirt. "Aaaah shit. I knew they would eventually send somepony not
stupid. Fuck it." He spat in the desert. Should have stuck with the scholar story. Part of him wanted to continue the
lie and say he's from a different town, but that'd just get him shot. "So while we're walking, mind telling me what your
collar reads? I can't imagine why the dogs back in Tenpony want me so badly that they'd send somepony trained to a
higher extent than I just to haul me back." He almost commented on her flank too, also would have gotten him shot.

Domino looked at him with evident surprise, clearly not having expected the sudden change in
behaviour from the male. She was also confused at his simple metaphor, never being the best with words due to her
introverted self. "I uh... my collar? I'm not wearing a collar. And I'm not into bondage or anything! If that's what you're
thinking." She nodded firmly, as if to add an effect to it, though she utterly failed. "You gotta come back and explain
where the fuck you were! It's either that, or I shoot you full of holes right now. Dad said you went missing a few years
ago, and that your father's been really worried and I don't know what the fuck else." The mare's patience was running
thin, seeing as the pony wasn't even moving in front of her threats.

Clearly, the similarities these two Unicorns had became even more apparent. He had swatted his
hoof to his face at her lack of understanding his words. Apparently she wasn't smart enough to see through his lies, she was just too dumb to realize they were lies. "Father? Father called after me. If Father gave two fucks about me, he would have just split the clouds above and had Celestia herself kick my ass back to Tenpony, not call some----hired gun against me. Just great." No, he wasn't pleased. He had been found out, and he was physically inept to get out of the situation. Not like he could talk his way out either, so may as well drop the pleasantries.

Some time passed (hard to tell just how much time when you're too hungry to think straight and down't
have any way to tell time), and the unicorn was bored. Time to find a new place to squat. Maybe near that Tenpony tower. Dangerous as all fuck, but there was ALWAYS somepony wanderin' around near there. And where there's ponies... there's water. Food. Drugs. Sometimes even ammunition. Levitating her shotgun back into it's jury-rigged sling with magic that more closely resembled an arc of light purple lightning than the usual magical fiald, she looked around to make sure she wasn't walking away from a possible score. No? Good. She knew better than to be striding around in broad daylight most of the time, but things were getting desperate. She hadn't eaten in four days, and the irradiated water was starting to make her feel ligtheaded. She needed REAL water, and REAL food. And she was just desperate enough for it to wander close to the tower and ambush anyone stupid enough to... And there they were. Two ponies, off in the distance, just standing around like a couple of ferals and talking. It could not have been more perfect if she'd orchestrated it herself. Making sure to move quietly, or, as quietly as she could until her auto shotgun was in range, she crept. There was no real way to be stealthy, but they had their backs to her, and the closer she got, the more it sounded like they were bickering. She was damn near close enough to them by now to crack them with the butt of her shotgun, but she had never been one for... halfassing her scores. Pulling her shotgun and levelling it at the 'hired gun', she squeezed off a shot that somehow managed to miss at point blank range, instead going wide and peppering one of the pistols she had levitated. Shit. Oh well, may as well say hello, now. Remember. Polite, and dainty. "All right, assholes. On the ground. Now. Make one fucking move and you get to be my new mask. Got it?" Perfect. You are SUCH a lady!

From the looks of the stallion his little Domino had found (though he though Sonata was a filly at first) it looked like she could handle him so for the time being, Hunter kept his sights alone on them and kept his distance. Hell, he was more interested in not hearing that whiny little voice of hers that the other so stupidly indulged. He didn't envy the bloke as the octaves of her giddy voice reached him even at that distance. He sighed boredly, resting a hand on his chin and propped it there while one lazy eye watched them and waited for them to move. At least faster than they were. It seemed she was having a bit of trouble with him coming back. Looked like it was time for the heavy persuasion. Wings spread slowly in the shadows of where he rested.. and then he paused. Movement caught his eye and he hunkered down to wait. Lord, the two of them were bickering up a storm. He bet every raider in the area could hear them. And there she stepped out behind them. He spotted them then, but in case she was carrying a loaded gun he wasn't about to charge in. He spotted them, and slid back, but not before he witnessed a load of the shotgun missing his contract's head. Time to act. She'd signed her own death wish. Nobody was allowed to shoot at that annoying unicorn but HIM. Wings beat and he was carried silently into the air, floating above them noiselessly. He didn't yet swoop in to save them both, instead pulling Hunter's Revolver from the strap in his armor and floated overhead, quite a ways up. The hunting revolved had a nice little scope on it.

Blinking a bit at her broken gun, the mare quickly bucked whatever was behind her, tossing away the auto-shotgun, though not out of the raider's telekinetic reach. Still, it was enough of an opening to aim her remaining handgun at her. "The fuck's wrong with you?! Oh, you fucking raiders! Go away. It's two on one. You've no chance." The pony knew the chicken was around, waiting for the 'worst fucking moment' to come in, guns blazing like a retard. "And my fucking gun's broken now. Don't move!" They were in the same situation. Both had a gun aimed at each other. Sure, the raider's gun was bigger, but the white mare had armor and a helmet, so it was more or less the same. At this distance she had an easy headshot, and her target had a simple mask... of skin. And well, a mean looking shotgun. They'd both probably die if they shot at each other that closely. The difference being that to the raider, it probably didn't matter. Fucking chicken, saving her life and shit. "Go, shoo. I don't have supplies. But he has water." At that, she tilted her head towards Sonata, hoping his reaction would at least be fast enough to give the damn armored raider some water. She sounded horrible.

Of all the horrible things to happen today, he gets hit by bucking raiders again. He could call for
assistance from Bucklyn, but they wouldn't arrive in time. This is the last time he travels by himself...seriously. His horn glowed as his side saddle magically procured two bottles of water, which he rolled towards the opponent. "There, that's what I have. I swear to the Maker above, that's what I've got." Seemed convincing enough, seeing how he didn't have any noticeable armor or a really good weapon. Not to mention the fact that he really didn't seem like the type to lie. So here he was, pinned down by a sing---wait. There's just one raider. Why the hell can't the two of them take one raider on? Yeah she had a big gun, but there's two targets. Using his fully-functional telekenesis, Sonata began to fight over control of the Raider's weapons, hopefully buying opportunity from SOMEWHERE to do something with.


She eyeballed the bottles of water as they rolled in her direction, a scowl crossing her hidden features.
"No, no NO! God damnit, don't any of you wandering fuckwits have FOOD?!" she yelled, just before she felt the other unicorn-- fuck, unicorns. PERFECT. --trying to wrestle the gun away from her. It was hard enough to levitate simple objects as it was, with her broken horn. Her magic had a tether that bound her horn to objects, showing just how close she'd come to losing her magic altogether. It couldn't even levitate obects beyond the reach of her hooves. "Hey, the fuck to you think you're doing?!" she cried, pulling back with all her mental capacity. That is, just barely enough to keep him from just wresting the thing from her grip. In her haste, however, to steal her gun back, she neglected to NOT grip on the trigger as well, and another shot fired-- at empty air. Another shell, wasted. "Fuck! Let. GO." She already knew she was going to lose this struggle; her magic was just too weak to compete, so she did the only thing she could think of: let go. The gun, no longer being pulled in two directions at once, slingshotted towards the unicorn's face, barrel-first. If it didn't go off from the impact, it would likely leave one hell of a bruise. And if it hit, she would use the momentary distraction to pull her machete and just kill the both of them and get it over with. It would seem she'd also forgotten that the OTHER unicorn happened to still be armed.

The otherwise useless looking foal came through as he began to battle the telekinetic hold the she-raider ad on her gun. Screw his own, the tiny speck of worthless raider scum wasn't worth the precious ammo he had. Sure he could buy some back at Tenpony, but they weren't there yet and the griffin never liked to assume that the worst wouldn't happen and he might need every bullet. So instead, he put his little gun away and dived. Arms spread out in front of him as if he were swan diving into a pool, and the sharp rigid claws on the end of his rough bird-skinned hands added an extra oomph to the whole scene. He landed right on the pony's back, forehands first, and the rest of his body followed. He was the size of three non-malnourished fillies. Her skinny frame would be nothin' more than a pile of sticks under his mass. His fingers ground into her ragtag armored shoulders, and his hind claws dropped on her flank. Mercifully, he didn't aim to snap her back, only pin her to the ground below. "You are a sorry sack of radigator bile." He hissed, not looking at the raider but at "You gave me a fit, she was close enough I t'ought you were a gonner. Don't scare me like tha' again lass. No one gets to put a bullet through your cranium but me, and I'm paid not ta. You owe me that much." He spared no words for the unicorn male beside her. His chin bobbed to the creature beneath him. "I suppose neither of you have a use for this, ay?"


 "There you are! Why the hell did you just wait so long?! You could've just disarmed her long ago!
You... you did that on purpose!" As she whined on Chicken, she slapped his hand with her gun, making him drop the petite raider, and then, continued to prod the she-raider with her cattle prod, electrifying her flank. "Shoo! Go away!" In the end, she allowed her to escape with shotgun and all, her rage mostly focused on the griffon next to her. Well, it wasn't clear if it was rage, as she was more of pouting. "I could hug you, but you suck..." She mumbled, seemingly offended. "Anyway. This guy's the guy. I remember the picture dad showed me. He simply doesn't wanna come. And to top it all that bitch broke my gun." As she spoke, she set her still-intact gun back to her belt, and sat down on her haunches. Surely enough the griffon was enough of a discouragement to try anything. The mare then took the moment to open her saddlebags, levitating a number of pieces out of it, and assembling a semi-automatic sniper rifle with scope and surpressor, which she hung across her back by a strap it had. "Just come the fuck on."