Courier and his two companions were running through the last of the Fiends, trying to find cover. They were taking fire from all around. EDE and Rex were badly hurt, and the Courier wasn't much better. He fired off a few rounds of the Mysterious Magnum, hitting a few of the firing fiends. He looked at his bag. Only three stimpaks left. He sighed and used one, giving him momentary relief. He then used the other two on EDE and Rex. Rex gave a short happy bark and EDE Gave off pleased beeps, while firing off his laser. A few bullets grazed the side of his hat. He ducked and hid behind a rock. There was no way that everyone was going to live through this. He grabbed the Transportalponder and turned to his two faithful companions and spoke "EDE, Rex, I know this is dangerous, and I wouldn't do this if I didn't know that there wasn't any way out of this, but I need you two to go and run! Run and do NOT look back. I will be fine; I'm just going to big mountain to heal up. Now, RUN!" He shouted at them as he fired away at the Fiends. The Courier Was About to pull the trigger when a bullet hit the Teleport device, sending sparks flying. Sadly, the Courier had already pulled the trigger. The device glowed blue, and then exploded…Sending all who could see it…. Into the unknown…
War. War never changes. From when the Fiery Nuclear Bombs rained from the sky. Many were spared the Holocaust by hiding in large underground shelters known as Vaults. But when they emerged, they only had the hell of the wastes to greet them. Many chose to make clans and form families. But when New Vegas opened, it gave people a foothold to a new future… But not all Futures are good. For the Courier, it had made his life a living hell. And now it his time in The Mojave Wasteland has come to an end, Along with many others…..
Fallout: Wild Wasteland
Chapter 1: Meeting the Girls
Pain. LOTS of Pain. That's all that I felt. That and a whole lot of numbness. I slowly try getting up. To tired. I fall back down. I could hear voices, but I couldn't make it out. Why do I feel fuzzy? Try to open my eyes, but there blurry. Making out some shapes now... Ugh, gotta close my eyes again. Voices again, but clearer this time I think that it's a…Girl? Sweet. I think she is saying…
"Whoa Nelly you sure took quite the Tumble, Didn't you?" Aw great, more Texans.
"Yeah! He went WHOOSH, and then he was all "Ugh… I'm flying asleep." and then he was all BOOM! When he hit the ground! By the way I'm Pinkie Pie! What's your Name?" Whoa. Remind me never give that girl Jet.
"Pinkie! That poor colt just crash from Celestia knows how high, and he's probably
injured!" Nice voice, very authoritive. But is she really called Pinkie?
"My, that fall didn't do anything to help his clothes, the poor darling! And his hat looks like it has seen the wrong side Equestria. And what is that bulky thing on his forehoof?" Oh that does… Wait. Equestria? FOREHOOF?
"Ha! Just like you Rarity, Thinking about his clothes when you should be thinking about his legs, maybe his wings!" What.
"Oh look girls, he's waking up! Let's see if he's alright." My eyes focused as the shapes took on… Six… Colorful… Ponies? The purple one spoke.
"Hello sir, are you alright?" Wow Colorful ponies of all things. OF ALL THE PLACES I HAD TO WIND UP IT WAS WITH COLOURFULL PONIES!
"Sir? Are you ok? Can you tell us your name?" Name? Oh yea. My name is…
"Courier. My name is the Courier." I lifted my hand to see a covered thick stub. I start looking over the rest of my body, seeing it turned equine was… startling, to put it mildly… WELL… more like,
"What the FUCK is going on?" earning me a LOT of gasps.
"WELL! I don't take you for dirty-mouthed, but we'd appreciate it if you wouldn't swear."
"Sorry, were I'm from, people don't care about what you say. But I'm really surprised that the Transportalponder brought me here of all places? And as a Horse to! I mean, what's up with that?" This got me LOTS of confused looks from the six equine ladies'. The Orange one with the Southern Accent spoke
"Uh...First of all, what in the Hay is a transwobbleponder?"
"Transportalponder."
"Right… and what do you mean turned into a pony?" I sat up on my hind legs, and cleared my throat. This is going to take a while…
After a LONG and TIRING explanation of the Mojave and its many dangers and wonders, all I got were even more confused looks and gaping mouths. The purple unicorn spoke.
"So let me get this straight. You are a Courier"
"Yes."
"Who uses these metal sticks called guns to protect yourself from a deadly wasteland, as well as to kill other creatures."
"Correct"
"Then you got shot in the head, and got buried."
"Si."
"Then got dug up and was hospitalized for a few days, all the while your package was stolen."
"Correctamungo."
"You get the package back, all the while getting a floating metal ball called EDE as your companion, as well as a half dog half robot called Rex from a member of royalty, calling himself the King."
"Sum it up please, I'm running out of ways to say yes."
"Sorry, you go on a big adventure KILLING MEMBERS OF YOUR OWN SPECIES and then get transported here, because your Transwhatsit got shot."
"Yes, yes, it's all true."
"I don't know about everypony else, but I'm having a hard time believing this." The Courier frowned and said
"If you don't believe me, this isn't the first time. No one believes half of the things I see. Just like the garden Gnome slave outpost. Trust me that was WEIRD!" The Courier tried standing up, but the immediately fell down in pain. The girls rushed to his side, but the courier waved them off.
"T-Trust me… I've been through so much worse than this" He slowly got up, wincing from the pain.
"S-See? I'm perfectly fine" he looked down at his Pipboy. It was flashing, indicating something had changed. He looked it over, not noticing anything wrong, he went to the status screen, and found out what was changed. The original "Vault Boy" had been changed to a Pegasus that had his tongue out from his side and x's over his eyes, as well as several body parts saying Crippled and Broken.
"Crap. That's not good."
The butter coloured Pegasus gasped suddenly and asked "Is everything okay? What's wrong?" I was a bit taken by this sudden outburst, she had been so quiet as of late, but I answered her question.
"No, things are not okay. ALL my limbs are ether broken or crippled, and I don't even know where my bag is! Can someone please find my bag?"
"Okie Dokie Lokie!" The pink one blasted off, leaving a trail of dust in her wake. I reach up to tip my hat, but find it's not on my head where it's supposed to be.
"And… Uh… Can you find my hat as well? I don't like it not on my head."
Somewhere in the Appleoosa Desert…
The Securitrons Rolled up from their original places on the ground and loaded up there Mark II programming. Above… a great man awakes once again.
