A/N: HEY EVERYONE! This is my new project! I hope you all enjoy it! I hope I impress Fallout: Equestria fans! Without further ado!

ONWARDS!


Chapter 1

The Equestrian wasteland was changing.

It was a slow painful change, like the world had grown so used to it's own destruction that it didn't remember what it was like to be healthy and was rejecting the medicine as a disease.

The ponies cold feel it. They would stand and shiver as the winds of change blew by. The ponies were starting to wonder if it wasn't the world that didn't remember, but themselves.

There were a few who did remember.

But they didn't have the sense to speak their words.

That's how the hunters came to be.

The world may be healing, but the ghouls weren't. They traveled the world in great herds, destroying and easting anything and everypony in their path. It was devastating.

The hunters were brave ponies, usually in groups of five or six who killed the herds.

They followed them until they had the ammo and then they killed every one. At first ponies did it for themselves alone, but soon, like everything does, it grew into a business. Hunter's were for hire. Every trophy they brought back got them a cap, and then it was three, then five. Soon the hunter's were a booming collective. Dozens of squads, all looking for a quick cap. Those who couldn't make it were hunted themselves. It was harsh but so was the rest of Equestria.

And of all the hunters in Equestria there was one who ponies whispered about.

Rogue.

She emerged out of obscurity. No pony was quite certain where she was from and no pony was brave enough to ask. After all, she was famous for something no pony dared try.

She hunted alone.

And she always brought in quite a few caps. She must have been the richest pony in Equestria by now as far as they were concerned. But for all of her accolades…

She rarely spoke.

She never ate.

Some ponies even claimed she didn't even sleep.

They didn't know what to think of her. And that suited her just fine. She liked to be the mysterious thing that Hunters wet their flanks thinking about. All the while she laughed at how they thought she acted. What they thought she would say if she spoke. Rogue just rolled wit it. She wasn't any pony special… they made her special.

She was just chasing a dream.

A dream that she knew deep down wasn't really there anymore.

But still she chased like a filly after a butterfly, running as fast as she could knowing that without a net there was no way to catch it.

She'd done too much.

Seen to much…

She was old…

She was rotting.

But still she chased.


In the middle of the barren fields where Clousdale had fallen some idiot had decided that it would be a great place for a bar. Needless to say, it turned out to be a horrible idea. The stallion had abandoned the place decades ago, probably because the place was crawling with ghouls. Well, that very fact made it a perfect place for the hunters to stay. And stay they did. The place became a little outpost. What had once been a single room with a bar became three houses, two being three storied tall. There was the bar, which had gained two floors, both of which worked as brothels. There were the free beds, all bunks lining all the walls of the makeshift shacks. And the third was a medic hall, which doubled as a public bathroom, and every Thursday gave out free showers. The little settlement was called the Hunter's Nook, owed by a decidedly wealthy fellow name Whiskey Drops. The hunters all stayed there at least once in their lifetime. It was were you started out for every new hunter got a gun, 25 bullets, barding, and a single bottle of Sparkle Cola. If you used those up right away you were fucked and the wasteland chewed you up and spit out your bones. It was the one who knew how to conserve that lasted in the hunter's race. Sometimes, but rarely, a wanderer would stumble upon the Hunter's Nook. Whiskey would jack up the prices just for them and they'd be on their marry way by daybreak. Such a thing happened one rainy day in the summer. It was pouring rain, thunder and lighting rumbled overhead when a gray unicorn pounded on the Hunter's Nook gate. The ponies guarding the door opened the slate.

"Can I help you?" the bored blue stallion asked. The mare stared at him

"Come on man, it's freezing! Let me in!" the mare said angrily. The stallion shrugged.

"Whatever, just know that if ya pull a gun out you'll have sixty more pointing back at ya." He said before he and his partner pulled two ropes on the side of the gate. The pulleys hefted the gate up and the mare galloped in as they released it and let in fall with a bang. "Welcome to the Hunter's Nook. Whiskey's at the bar, he owns the place, probably want to talk with ya." The guard said before he and his buddy leaned on the gate again and continued their card game. The pony nodded and walked over to the bar. As she walked in a few ponies looked her way but weren't interested. She sat at the bar.

"Hey bartender, can I have a scotch!" the tumbler was slid over. "Thanks… now where can I find whiskey?"

"I am Whiskey Drops deary." The bartender said settling down with his elbows on the bar top. He was a golden-coated earth pony with a wild brown mane and a big mustache and beard. "Now how can I be helping ya?" he had quite a thick accent, like northern Trottingham.

"Just saying hi, guard at the door said you'd want to meet me." She said. The pony stared at her.

"Ya know deary, we hunter's get a bit skittish when a pony doesn't lower her hood, be a good lass and show us yer face?" the mare took off her hood and shook her blue mane.

"Sorry bout that, hadn't even realized I left it up." she took another sip of her scotch "the name Homage."

"That lad Pom-3's assistant from Tenpony? Deary me, you've come a long way lass." Whiskey said handing the mare another scotch bottle with a bright smile.

"Yeah, I'm not staying, I'm on a quest."

"Oh are ya? What might ya be quenstin for?" Homage looked at the stallion with scrutiny then leaned on the bar.

"Tell me… do you know any pony particularly generous?" the stallion laughed heartily.

"I'm afraid you've come to the wrong place lass. We hunters only care about one thing, caps. If ya don't have the caps, yer not worth your skin, AM I RIGHT LADS?" there was a holler of affirmation from the crowd.

"AND GIRLS!" one female voice screeched. The collective laughed as Whiskey faltered

"Right! And lasses! Sorry Gunner." He said. The dark gray pony nodded angrily and slid back down next to the four mares beside her. Homage sighed.

"Too bad, guess I'm still looking." Suddenly the door burst open. The silhouette looked intimidating. It was a big lumpy pony. But as the pony stepped into the light everyone could see it was just a mare not even 30 holding a bulging sack. She walked up to whiskey.

"Is the guys from Filly still here?" suddenly a hush fell over the bar. Homage looked around and could see everyone was looking at the mare. Some with disgust, other with reverence.

"It's Rogue Ranger." One stallion beside her whispered to his comrades excitedly. Homage looked back at the mare. She was kinda short and little sickly looking with a dark brown palomino coat and roan red hair that was cut short in the back and left her bangs out in the front. Her cutie mark was scared on the side she was looking at but Homage could make out a crosshair covered by two crossed bullets. Her barding was normal leather barding the only discerning feature of her outfit being a red scarf and a metal neck brace of some kind. When another pony stepped forward Homage looked at the stallion

"I'm here… are they all gone?"

"Yep, every one." she dropped her bag and out tumbled ghoul pony ears each with a hole through them either punched or shot Homage couldn't tell. "You owe me 750 caps." She said quietly. The crowd hushed again as the ponies eyes widened.

"750! I only have 500!" the pony stuttered. The mare looked at him unimpressed.

"Got anything else?"

"I have some food, and a few bullets but."

"I'll take the bullets and call it even, keep yer food," she said. The pony stuttered again.

"But how will I get home!" he cried. The mare looked at him.

"Not my problem. I did a job and I expect payment, you don't have the caps so I'm taking your bullets, I daresay I'll use them better then you." She said before she turned away from the blubbering pony. The sight disgusted Homage.

"Come on man, he's gotta go all the way to Philly, cut him some slack!" She said angrily at the mare. The pony turned to her.

"Do I know you?"

"No but-"

"Is what I do any of your business?"

"No but I-"

"You're right, it isn't, so go fuck yourself." she said angrily before she took the bottle of whiskey being handed to her. The gray unicorn's face turned red and steam began to pour out of her ears.

"You're the worse pony I have ever had the unfortunate instance of meeting!" she screamed at the earth pony mare. The brown pony turned to her.

"Look okay, you're wasting my time, do you have a job for me? Something you want me ta do? If not piss off, I don't have time for this." She said drinking the whiskey. Homage paused. She looked around the bar. Most of the ponies had gone back to their drinks and conversation but some would look up at the lone mare beside her every few seconds. She turned back to the mare.

"How good of a hunter are you?" she asked slowly. The mare blinked.

"One of the best, are we talking caps here?" she asked.

"Yes, definitely talking caps." Homage said

"What do ya want me ta do?"

"Do you follow DJ Pom-3's channel?"

"Off and on, why?" the mare asked. That floored Homage. She didn't think any pony missed DJ Pom-3's show.

"There's a herd of ghoul in the basement of Tenpony tower. If ya clear it out there'll be a heck of a lot of caps for ya." Homage said. The mare stared at the gray pony with wide eyes and a slight smile.

"Done!" she said holding out her hoof and giving the mare a hearty shake. "Hey Whiskey! I'm paying this mares tab!"

"You sure lass?"

"Yeah, I got money." she said slamming the caps on the table before she emptied the bottle of Whiskey and got up from the bar. "Come on, we've gotta get moving!" she said nearly dragging Homage out the door.

"Hey hey hey! I don't know about you but some of us mortal ponies need sleep! I've been on the wasteland for days! I'm going to head out to the bunks and crash! Besides, it's pouring outside. The storm won't be done until sunrise." Homage said. The mare in front of her sighed.

"Fine, but we leave at dawn, I want ta be in Manehattan by night fall tomorrow. We'll walk up friendship line." Homage nodded and walked out of the bar. The rain was falling in cats and dogs. Homage shivered and lifted her hood again before walking in the direction of the bunks. "Hey Tenpon!" the mare shouted after Homage. She turned back to her "Name's Rogue!"

"Homage!" the gray mare said over the din of thunder and lightning.


Level: 16

Stats:

S:8

P:10

E:6

C:4

I:7

A:6

L:1


A/N: and so it begins.

I hope you hate Rogue Ranger as much as I do by the end. This story will be quicker at updating then The One True Queen...

I hope.

I haven't set up a schedule yet...

So I'll see you when I see you...

-Authora 'Cupcakes' Adventures