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[b]Title: Fallout Equestria: New Age
Author: Magic City Brony/TimX7
Summary: In the nearby nation of Prancem, twenty-four ponies are chosen for a very special mission to scout unknown areas for further Prancem conquest. However a sudden attack on a airship delivering these twenty-four ponies causes said airship to crash in a post-apocalypse Equestria. This forces the survivors to find the perfect haven to seek safety: New Ponyville. However they learn of plans for a second great war, this time with Prancem. Now they have to unite with new friends and old enemies to protect the new Equestria.[/b]
Author's Note: I just want to thank Barrobroadcaster from Fimfiction for editing this story.
I'm waking up!
I feel it in my bones!
Enough to make my systems blow!
Welcome to the new age! To the new age!
Welcome to the new age! To the new age!
-"Radioactive" by Imagine Dragons
[b]Prologue: Welcome to the New Age[/b]
From the cradle to the grave, our lives would be spent in the Stable all under the care of an Overmare or Overstallion. That was our only option, at least, what we were told at first. Myself and twenty-four others were chosen for a special mission by the military, one where we wouldn't have to live in a steel box all our lives. That was what the 'president' of Prancem had decreed and what Coriolanus Iceblood said was law. That was our fate: we would serve from cradle to grave, either above ground or below.
My name's Sagittarius Evergreen, former resident of Prancem Stable 1. Our small country had chosen to remain neutral in the conflict between Equestria and the zebras, hoping to avoid the destruction. While our nation didn't suffer as much as our neighbors, the residual fallout would force most of our citizens underground into our own Stables, built from stolen technology. Some might call Prancem lucky but in reality, the day fire rained from the skies was just another day under Iceblood's rule. Our leader would find the destruction inspiring... and soon our nation would know a different kind of suffering.
It's been at least a couple centuries since the world burned. Originally, Prancem Stables were designed to function like their Equestrian copies; open when it was all-clear. But Iceblood would never send the all-clear signal. Instead, residents were forced to conduct constant research and production of new weapons, spells and technology. Live and die in the pursuit of tools to realize the president's dream of a new world that he would control. Many would rather just see it burn again.
Still, there were things the president needed from the surface and that's where the Enforcers came in. While the Stable Dwellers toiled in their prisons, some were chosen for specialized missions above ground. I volunteered; anything to see daylight at least once. As an Enforcer, I had the wonderful opportunity to trade my Stable 1 jumpsuit in for a shiny blue uniform identifying me as a pawn of our great leader's will. Trained in post-apocalyptic survival and what passed for combat in Prancem, I was ready to begin spreading the "glory of the nation strong enough to survive" to the rest of the world.
Unfortunately, Iceblood wanted to prove Prancem was the strongest nation a bit more than he actually wanted to make it strong. Broadcasts were made of his legions of Enforcers, his army and sent all across Equestria and the neighboring countries. Instead of actually doing something that might help Prancem while furthering Iceblood's goals, I had the fantastic duty of being paraded through the empty streets of Capitol City while Spritebot cameras captured everything. PFC Evergreen, marching along like a good little toy pony soldier. It was enough to make me sick; I never watched the broadcasts and I prayed my family didn't either.
During training, got my cutie mark while trying to create fire. One of the Stable's projects involved bio-engineering animals to make them more combat-effective. Stable 9 genetically modified phoenixes while they were eggs turning them into bioweapons once they hatched. Called Fyrebirds, I got frustrated when I was unable to make a camp fire and tried to use one to accelerate the process. Wound setting my saddlebag on fire while I was wearing it but for some odd reason, it was the only thing that burned. No matter how hot it burned, my hide stayed green. Soon after, a phoenix feather appeared on my backside and the other members of my squad started calling me Fyrebird.
I wouldn't have much time to celebrate, however. Some of the Stables didn't fare so well in their "research". The president wanted results and when he didn't get them, he would use the residents of an underproductive Stable to be test subjects for one of his more dangerous experiments. Most of the time, he'd come up with some sick scenario and pit the population of the Stable against itself, leading to fighting and eventually the death of every pony inside.
Stable 7 was tasked with developing new forms of rations and food, researching nutrients to create new, compact meals to sustain the population. When they failed to produce results fast enough, Iceblood forced them to start looking into ponies as a source of food. As a form of disgusting irony, the residents of Stable 7 were forced to eat the remains of the population of Stable 9 while ponies in Stable 6 watched. So Stable 6 is afraid of 7... because 7, "8", 9.
Fear and oppression only last for so long. Eventually, some of the Stables rebelled. Now, our nation is in the grips of a civil war. Sadly, Stable 1 was located in the Capitol City, well within Iceblood's immediate grasp meaning my family couldn't join the rebellion... and neither could I. Being under that mad colt's rule is almost intolerable; I can barely look at myself in the mirror. So I waited, bided my time until I could get close enough to him and have the honor of lighting his cigar... and maybe setting the rest of him on fire to see if Iceblood burns.
The Stable Rebellion, as it's being called, is still ongoing to this day but truthfully, there's not much anypony can do. For two centuries, Iceblood's been stockpiling weapons and building his army. The only thing he hasn't managed to find is something to conquer; with the world in shambles, Prancem is the only nation capable of even fielding an army other than the Enclave. But the pegasi stopped caring about what goes on down here a long time ago.
How Iceblood's lived so long remains a mystery. There are rumors that it's just a long series of clones, that he's some kind of mutant or a robot in disguise. Whatever he is, he's been running this country in the ground for too long but nopony does anything about it. The new generations that emerge only have living and dying in the Stables to look forward to, all in pursuit of more power for the president. Some believe the lies said about him, that he's some kind of savior leading us all to a glorious future. Even if it means making the present a living hell.
Prancem could be helping the world rebuild. Instead, the only thing we're building is tools to continue the same cycle of destruction that ruined every other country. No one knew exactly how many weapons were developed, how many bombs, missiles and guns were collected. I only knew that if and when they were finally used, it would mean another holocaust. And Prancem probably wouldn't be lucky enough to survive the next one.
Life sort of became routine after that. Only a handful of Enforcers were allowed on the surface at a time, all the others were kept in the Stables and isolated. My family and I were located in Stable 1, practically next door to the Capitol building where Iceblood supposedly kept to himself. I would get called to go to the surface once in a while, usually for drills. March around in formation, train and "be ready" for when I was needed. All under the watchful eye of our president.
Sometimes, Iceblood would select a squad of Enforcers to go out and do something, retrieve something he needed. These squads were fitted with specialized suits, a type of heavy armor designed to also protect from the intense radiation. This armor was also outfitted with tracking devices and squads were accompanied by Prancem Spritebots, flying robots that kept an eye on everything for the president. If any member of the squad deviated from their orders, the armor would lock up and the Spritebot would dispose of any "insubordination". Not that any of the Enforcers ever tried to get away, anyway. Prancem had the only clean sources of food and water we knew of. That was enough to keep most ponies in line.
For the longest time, I was always passed up for missions leading outside Prancem territory. I was never told why; maybe it was my youth or inexperience but I never got an explanation. One day though, a larger force was needed for some reason I'm still not entirely sure of and I was picked to go. Had I known what I'd be getting into, I probably would've been less excited.