Re: Fallout Equestria: The Kingdom

[Ironmonger]

Out of the corner of his eye, Cast Iron notices a scrawny earth pony stallion staring at his helmet. The design, a round helmet made of thick metal and topped with a short fat grey spike, is extremely uncommon in the wasteland. Cast Iron is used to getting funny looks, being a cyberpony with prosthetic legs, but he's currently in no mood for anyone's shit. He fixes a glare on the scrawny pony, and lets out a growl. "Vhat are you looking at, veakling? Haven't you ever seen a soldier?" The small pony quickly looks somewhere else. "Zats vhat I thought."

[Tytan]

Viktor looks confused, "Metal pony and little light pony is from Lab?"

[Guest]

He gives a heavy sigh. "I was hoping you wouldn't give me a list. That's why I asked about someone you care about."

[Aonee]

The hologram scratches the back of his head.
"Yea, we were both built. Not necessarily there, but that's where we were trained and everything, before the worlds went to hell and the bombs dropped.

[Guest]

He puts some distance between himself and the easily irritated giant unicorn.

[Tytan]

"Well what do you want me to say? He's not exactly complicated. He hates it when you attack him or what he's guarding, he likes it when you're nice to him or give him gems. There's not a lot else to him. I can't really tell you what his motives are, because I'm not entirely sure he has any."

[Tytan]

"You train?"

[Aonee]

"Well, we were trained. We were supposed to be some new form of Ponitron, to fight in the war. Be dropped behind enemy lines or something like that.

[Tytan]

"Some Dogs fight war. Not Viktor. Viktor not see point. Dogs dig below and fight up."

[Aonee]

"Uh huh. Can't say I really know much about the war. Never got out much. Too busy being but through all kinds of tests, and simulations, supposed to make me 'the ultimate soldier' or some whohaw like that."

[Tytan]

"How fight? Metal Pony look like meat pony."

[Guest]

"But what is he to you? If you were to lose him what have you lost? Something like that."

[Aonee]

The ponitron stands and turns, proudly showing off the varmit rifle attached to its side, although by no visible means.
"Various... Unorthodox methods, as well as a built in battle saddle."

[Tytan]

Clock is silent for a full minute, her eyes flit back and forth as she goes through her memories, "A guardian."

[Tytan]

*Schick* Viktor extends his claws, "Viktor fight with claw. Some Dog have gun. Viktor not use gun, is to small."

[Guest]

"That's more like it." He said feeling his pack get slightly heavier almost imperceptibly so.

[Tytan]

"What about you?"

[Guest]

He cocked his eyebrow at clock. "What about me?"

[Aonee]

"I see... Yea, Crusher has some force behind those hooves as well, as was found out..."

[Tytan]

"You're a stranger too. I can't be the only one doing some soul searching... I'll tell you what I am if you tell me what you are."

[Tytan]

Viktor cocks his head to the side.

[Guest]

"What do you mean?" He taps his horn. "I'm a unicorn."

[Tytan]

"I mean what you are. Viktor is a guardian, an anchor, a rock. What're you to others?"

[Guest]

"Hmm..." He looked at his hooves contemplating the question eventually his mind went to the weight on his back. "I guess I'm a guardian myself."

[Tytan]

Clock sighs, "Why does that answer almost feel like a cop out? Fine, you wanna know what I am, you wanna know what other stand to lose if I'm gone? A port in a storm. They can come to me and I'll help them. I don't care where they're from or what they look like. I'll help them. As long as they aren't going to take my help so they can go back to hurting others for no reason."

[Guest]

He shrugs. "Guess I need to do more soul searching." He listens to her explanation. "That's better then list number 242 isn't it Clock?"

[Aonee]

[Strength=7]Crusher rears up and slams his hooves into the ground, leaving two small craters where they hit.
Uhh, I don't think a demonstration was necessary...

[Tytan]

Clock deflates a little and sits on her haunches, "I guess... why do my heart and soul feel violated?"

[Tytan]

[Strength] [6+5] Viktor balls up his own fist and lifts it into the air. He smashes it into the ground which shakes in response. After the small cloud of dust settles it can be seen that Viktor has buried his arm to the shoulder.

[Ironmonger]

Recalling that he overheard a comment about a varmint rifle, Cast Iron fixes his gaze on the ponitron then wraps his service rifle in his magic and floats it out, pointing the barrel towards the ground to prevent an accident.
"You call zat a rifle? Zis is a rifle." he says, his voice raised slightly to ensure that he can be heard.
"You vill not get far vith that piss-shooter zat you call a rifle."

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