Fallout Equestria: Echoes of Concrete and Steel (Halted indifinitedly)

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Fallout Equestria: Echoes of Concrete and Steel (Halted indifinitedly)

Post by Twisted Gears » 1/12/18 02:44 PM

200 years. Two Centuries since the Megaspells hit, fruit of the spite, hatred and paranoia that emerged from what once were the ideals of friendship and magic, twisted and contorted into the limits. The result was the total anihilation of civilization as everypony knows it; Entire countries erased from the map with one swipe of blinding light, cities turned into dust, thousands of kilometers of once fertile land turned into ashes, millions falling in mere seconds; Twice as much suffering the post-effects of the end of the world.

But some were prepared for the apocalypse. Through the globe, numerous shelters were created to whitstand the Apocalypse, courtesy of Stable-Tec. These so-called Stables had every commodity a Pony would need to whistand their whole life underground, each Stable having its own unique variation to suit the needs of the population it was going to hold for as long as the remmans of the magical radiation needed to dissipate.

However, not them all had the time to prepare. The construction of hundreds of Stables almost world-wide at the same time came with its logistic and economic barriers. Amongst the Stables that suffered from the complications of a civilized world, was the Number 83 - Residing on the mountains surrounding the first City that was struck with a Megaspell. Unfinished and unprepared for the Apocalypse, the Stable-Tec construction and maintenance crew were the only ones to make it through the Lead gate that sepparates the safe heaven from the hell that went loose merely four and a half metres through concrete, Steel and Lead -Even if unfinished.

This caused a severe need for adaptation through the centuries, one that would have its severe disvantage, as what kept the Stable-Tec personell alive... Eventually started to break down beyond repair. This of course, wasn't something anypony wanted, and such would be made clear, after a single emergency broadcast rang through the safely encoded frecuencies, forcedfully interrupting any other transmissions that might've been playing by then, such as songs or other Radio chatter -As some models of Pipbucks were programmed to jump and listen to emergency Stable-Tec broadcasts.

And such, the gentle silence surrounding Manehattan was interrupted by the sore voice of a Stallion, and the mild cracking on static. "-We're running out of time. If you can hear this, please, I beg you, we need help. We've been overrun, the Gate is no longer operational, and we're merely dozens here. Everypony else is dead or missing. Oh for the godesses, I hope that there's somepony out there. This message will now repeat... -- This is Stable Eighty-Three, calling into the emergency Stable-Tec broadcast frecuency. We've run into a serious issue, and we've run out of spares. We're also running out of supplies, water, personnel... And more than likely, we're running out of time. If you can hear this, please, I beg you, we need help. We've been overrun, the Gate is no longer operational, and we're merely dozens here. Everypony else is dead or missing. Oh for the godesses, I hope that there's somepony out there. This message will now repeat..."

Hopefully, there's a brave soul out there to answer the call of a dying way, equipped for the worse. Perhaps it's profit what might drive them in, perhaps merely their 'daily good deed'. Or perhaps a more devious reason -Afterall, Stables are known for holding very valuable items that can make life in this hell, a bit easier...


// This will be a 'shortish' Roleplay for a smallish group -Mostly for simplicity's sake and due to the potential, varying avaliability of both, yours trully and the participants. This is a 'Medium Risk - Medium Reward' scenario, meaning that character death is possible, and avoidable if the characters play their cards well, and this will provide a great outcome, depending on the desitions made. Said desitions will affect the story set around this area long-therm, for good or ill too.

Provitional character slots:
-Reserved! memberlist.php?mode=viewprofile&u=61
-Claimed! memberlist.php?mode=viewprofile&u=1136
-Claimed! memberlist.php?mode=viewprofile&u=508
-CLaimed! memberlist.php?mode=viewprofile&u=1275

All spots are claimed! The adventure will begind soon(ish), after all the propper preparations have been completed! Thank you all for the attention!
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Re: Fallout Equestria: Echoes of Concrete and Steel

Post by Pinkie Pie » 1/14/18 05:19 PM

Name: Mint Tree
Race: Earth Pony
Sex: Mare
Age: 27
Cutie Mark: A Mint leaf
History: Mint was just a scaver, looking to make a quick cap by selling what ever she stumbled over. She came from Fillydelphia, escaping Red Eye's cause when she younger, how she ended up with the scar on her snout. Ever since she hasn't found much in the way of goals in life, only thing on her mind, survive. Upon hearing about the Stable, she saw it as an opportunity to get some treasure to sell, she didn't really think anyone would be alive down but who knows and perhaps she'll find friends down the line.
Euipment:
-.357 Revolver(Ammo= 120 rounds of .357)
- Healing potions and Poultices
-Amour: Rusted up raider barbing and bits of leather armour.
- 2 Rad-x
- 1 med-x
- Tool bag
-Saddle bag for collecting scavenged goods.
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"We may be divided
But of you all, I beg
To remember we're all hoofed
At the end of each leg"

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Re: Fallout Equestria: Echoes of Concrete and Steel

Post by Gris » 1/18/18 12:31 PM

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Gix Pena
Age-38
Sex-Male
Race-Gryphon
Lore-
A bird who has worked with the Talons for as long as he can remember. There's not much to him in most respects though he is rumored to have come from New Pegasus, though there's not much else to support any solid theories. The claymore he carries with him however predates the war by many many years, likely an heirloom from his family's past.

Average sized male gryphon.
Descendant of Aegle Pena her unnamed mate, who was the direct daughter of Gris Pena.

Mental Health- Much like his forefather Gix retains Gris's berserker like lust for combat, though less reckless. Choosing to rather take his time calculate every variable, and approach it from the best path with the least likely chance for failure. His wits are sharp, though occasional hallucinations plague the gryphon. A condition long since passed down from his family's past. (Wild wasteland perk)
Fairly quiet he prefers to talk a seldom as possible unless it pertains to something of interest, the mission, or something of importance. However when sufficiently drawn into combat he can become as ferocious as any marauder, hacking and slicing his enemies apart with his claws claymore and potent cocktail of various drugs.

Physical- Average size and build for a gryphon, sporting average wing span, muscle mass. Intricate runes mark the upper portions of his body however, particularly around the beak and edges of the feathers. No visible scars along his body though if one touches the fur they could feel the ridges of brutal burns along most his frame.

Equipment-
Trench-coat with ballistic plates woven into the sides for basic firearm protection
Bullet resistant vest along the chest and lower neck
Facial respirator for underwater operation or hazardous environments
Basic ballistic goggles
Sub-dermal armor implant
Optics Enhancer
6xMed-x
2xRadaway
6xStampede
1xBuck
1xRage
8xMREs
4xPurified water
500xCaps

Weapons-
9mm Mauser-pistol 4xMagazines
Gryphon marksman carbine with midrange scope- suppressor- 7xMagazines
Rune inscribed claymore
((All items have been pre-approved by the DM for the adventure
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Re: Fallout Equestria: Echoes of Concrete and Steel

Post by Windseeker » 1/18/18 10:10 PM

Name: Windseeker
Sex: Female
Race: Bat pony, a picture of her is one click away on my profile.
Age: 26
Short description: Runaway slave from a secluded estate in the tundras bordering the northern arctic wastelands, Windseeker fled south hitching rides with caravans as a gun-for-hire before settling down as a wandering scavenger. She is one of those ponies who keeps to herself and wouldn't be missed were she to suddenly disappear, having immense trust issues and the inability to establish friendships after traumatic events and unfortunate circumstances during her time in slavery. Windy is incredibly quiet and cowardly, but has a very big heart, she would oppose inflicting any form of suffering to anyone and would help out those she is able to.

Other details: Windy is a little bit smaller than the average bat pony and her fangs are a tad bit longer than average, but she is pretty toned and agile. She doesn't have many painfully noticeable scars on her face, but small ones are visible under the grease.

Equipment: She wears a rust colored duster with light leather plates on her legs and chest and a rather large black bow tied on the back of her head, her loadout consists of a small combat knife and a hunting rifle, and she is very nimble with them. She would have a few healing potions in her saddlebags and various food items- and be short on caps, around 100 to be precise. This can be discussed with me, I am not unreasonable about it.

I look forward to be a part of this, contact me any time if anything needs discussed.

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Re: Fallout Equestria: Echoes of Concrete and Steel

Post by Arctic Heart » 1/23/18 10:08 PM

Cyberfilly has joined! Its been approved!
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Factory Name: B.I.C.F.1
Name: Shade
Sex: Female
Race: Cyber Unicorn
Age: 14

B.I.C.F.1 has little armor protection. However she comes with a barrier/shield as her main source of protection. The shield is invisible until struck revealing the blue barrier, if hit with enough fire power or one single heavy force it can shatter. It regenerates after a couple of seconds. The barrier is projected from a tailsman within her body. (Think of her shield like the ones the Covenant Elites/Spartans use in Halo if you played that.) A EMP/Shock/Pulse grenade is obviously super effective against her shield, as well her electrical systems.

She also comes equipped with a healing/repair tailsman. The process is slow and she needs scrap/medical supplies for the tailsmans to use on her.

Equipment:
HUD System (Pretty much a Pipbuck)
Speaker System (Gotta have music right? Or shout loudly..)
Built in Battle-Saddle
Radio and Transmitter
Motion Sensor (Instead if Eyes Forward Sparkle)
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^ Motion Sensor ^
Plasma Cartridges x20 (10 inside the Ion Cannon)
Crystal Cells x7 (28)
Scrap Metal x3
Healing Potions x2

Weapons:
Plasma Cannon
Crystal Blaster
Ion Cannon

Motion Sensor works in a couple of ways. It can show just like E.F.S who is friendly(Green), neutral(Yellow) or hostile(Red). It has a decent range of 15 meter all around her. Her Motion Sensor is on the bottom left of her HUD. The M.D can't show it if it isn't moving.

Plasma Cannon is her main means of defense. It fires just like a plasma rifle but has more damage, less accuracy with a smaller magazine size. one Plasma Cartridge allows her to fire 6 plasma bolts towards a target with the possibility of turning them to goop.

Crystal Blaster a very unique created by a secretive company. It has a nasty way of taking down a target. The blaster fires crystal bolt like projectiles that are very effective of puncturing fleshy or lightly armored enemies. The red crystals, will after a little explode into shards in a violent shrapnel explosion. If one crystal is already on a target and they are hit again, the explosion is delayed. The more crystals set into a target the worse its going to be for the target they are attached to as the crystals will sense one another to do a joined explosion. One Crystal Cell allows her to fire 4 crystal bolts be for its depleted.

Ion Cannon is her heavy ordinance weapon. It delivers a highly extreme amount of plasma condensed into one shot that can rip right through just about anything with the chance to over-penetrate depending on armor values and the targets mass. This beef of a weapon is packed away into her back, when its deployed it lifts out of her back and assembles itself for a little preparing to be fired. This weapon is aimed backwards so she would need to bring her back to the target she is about to fire at. She needs to remain stationary to get chance of hitting the target all while bracing herself for recoil
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Re: Fallout Equestria: Echoes of Concrete and Steel

Post by Twisted Gears » 1/24/18 02:48 PM

// After scooping through y'all's characters, I must say that this is going to be quite the interesting group. A Talon mercenary, a Savenger, an Ex-Slave and a Synth / Cyberfilly, venturing into a new Stable, where many'a new dangers await... With equal or greater rewards. Oh, this is going to be fun!

I will log all of your character's profiles neatly, and send away a propper starter over here, relatively shortly -Presumably before this Saturday. A Post Order won't be needed, but I will ask you all to reply at least once ever 48 hours / Two days' time. If it's not possible, notify!

I look forwards to start this with you all! <3

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Re: Fallout Equestria: Echoes of Concrete and Steel

Post by Arctic Heart » 1/24/18 04:56 PM

//Looking forward to start with you all!
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Post by Twisted Gears » 1/27/18 02:50 PM

Day one.

"This is Stable Eighty-Three, calling into the emergency Stable-Tec broadcast frecuency. We've run into a serious issue, and we've run out of spares. We're also running out of supplies, water, personnel... And more than likely, we're running out of time. If you can hear this, please, I beg you, we need help. We've been overrun, the Gate is no longer operational, and we're merely dozens here. Everypony else is dead or missing. Oh for the godesses, I hope that there's somepony out there. This message will now repeat...", is the message that has been repeating, over and over for the past day, through the ashy wastes around Manehattan. The voice of a Stallion, in desperate need for a helping hoof from those that were outside their safe heaven.

The emergency broadcast bounced around the whole area, driven in by the wind and the Balefire radiation, swiftly moving around the mountains and the plains, sending a clear message, and a set of coordinates that pointed out towards a shack in the mountains, one that survived the initial blast. Alongside the shack, however, were numerous dilapated, scavenged trucks, that once upon a time carried building materials and tools for a construction project that was to be finished here... Two-Hundred and ten years ago.

Stripped out of anything usefull, the only thing left to check was the shack itself. It was a little 10x10M structure made out of steel. A literal box in the end of the road, with a charred door that led inside. The lock of the door was shot open a long, long ago, and the door swayed back and forth with the wind, the same cold, humid breeze that made the dead trees crack and contort against their will. The sight from up here was marvellous however; Kilometers of charred land could be admired, alongside the leveled city, silent as a tomb, save the lights from the Tennpony Tower, and the faraway Friendship City, the two reminders that a speck of civilization had survived the Balefire bombs.

Tonight, however, a strange... Meeting, was going to happen. Four creatures that had thrived and survived what the remainers of Equestria had to offer were going to cross paths on this mountain road. Each for a different reason, each for a different and unique motive. Perhaps in the search of something valuable to sell, perhaps because they came to offer a very necesary aid. Perhaps they were here to claim what's left for themselves and end everypony else... Only time would tell, as their ever first encounter would unfold within minutes. The one who arrives first, would have the greater advantage... Or be the first one to fall to the others.

Afterall, the Wasteland wasn't a wellcoming place. Alliances often shatter, and safety is never assured. But perhaps, on this night, something good can be extracted from this all.

Just perhaps...

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Re: Fallout Equestria: Echoes of Concrete and Steel

Post by Arctic Heart » 1/28/18 01:37 AM

About 400 meters away from the shack's location walked a lone filly with a bored expression on her face as she walked the barren wastes. She had been traveling towards the distress signal for while now. There was a single objective on her HUD in cool cyan text at the top left, Find Stable 83. Her compass on the bottom left of her vision around the constantly scanning Motion Sensor. Located at the top right was her shield bar and health bar.

The filly's appearance was pretty convincing to fool anypony in believing she was just a normal charcoal colored filly. Other then her glowing cyan eyes and the soft cyan glow coming from within her split horn. Her weapons firmly attached to her sides as she made her way towards where the Stable was located. On her left was the Crystal Blaster and on her right was the Plasma Cannon. Her third weapon would be hidden inside her. She had no scratches, markings or seemed dirty at all other then some very light dust but that was it, for now at least. She seemed harmless, naive and most of all innocent, surprisingly enough.

Taking a couple of looks about her she wanted to make sure she was safe. But she couldn't take it anymore, it was so quiet. Music time! Looking at her M.S she let out a sigh as she looked over her radio options.. There was the Stable-Tec Emergency broadcast that has been recently put out by Stable 83. There was DJ's station which she selected. She instantly greeted with a song mid-way through that she remembered to be a Sapphire Shore's hit before everything blew. The music from the radio would be coming from a some speakers on the filly as she walked along soon turning off the radio. Checking around the wastes again she smiled moving through the menus of her HUD selecting a file that had a bunch of music installed and selected a faster paced song.

From a good 100 meters away from the shack the Cyberfilly happily trotted her way towards the shack singing to a upbeat ska song as she was paying attention with eyes darting about while she bounced from hoof to hoof up until stopping before one of the abandoned scavenged trucks near the shack. She'd peer over her shoulder as she turn off the music to listen for her heart beat... Nothing, she felt.. weird. Taking a look at her Motion Sensor she began to search one truck then after nothing she jumped off it making her way towards the shack to the door that was ajar from the wind. Stepping back from it she would bring up her map and replay the radio signal from her inner-speakers so it was just mostly for her. This was the place no doubt about it and it seemed she was alone for the time being or being watched. With that in mind she made her way inside the shack slowly as a green and red laser activated from both her weapons showing where she was aiming. "Annnypony home?" She questions walking in having the radio off.
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Re: Fallout Equestria: Echoes of Concrete and Steel

Post by Windseeker » 1/28/18 03:24 PM

Windseeker silently prowled through the mountainous terrain, roughly 300 meters on the opposing side of the shack from which the cyberfilly approached. The smaller bat pony took whatever cover she could find available, periodically using the little scope on her hunting rifle to survey areas ahead of her before moving in. "I hate traversing mountains." Windy muttered under her breath as she gently placed a small radio on the ground, turning a dial to bring the radio to life as it played the emergency broadcast, the stronger signal prompted her to go further towards the direction of the shack.

The bat pony had no other way to reliably test signal strength let alone track the source of it, lacking a Pip-Buck and a map to decipher coordinates, her only clues of stables around Manehatten where from previously discovered terminals referencing them- fortunately, it already got her a lead on where to look for Stable 83. A part of her felt like it was a trap, convinced that whoever sent it is probably long dead with the place being overran by raiders, another part of her felt like there is genuinely some good survivors in need of a helping hoof. She doesn't even know what the stable dwellers are under attack from, it could be a bunch of bloatsprites for all she knew... whatever the case may be, she was going to approach the place prepared for trouble.

Windy stepped extremely lightly, her hooves made barely a sound, and probably wouldn't make a sound had she not wore her duster and light leather armor. 100 meters now, she perched herself on a small plot of raised earth that overlook the shack before her, using her rifle scope to peer down at the small building to get a look at it; the shack had to have been the place, she known stables to be cleverly hidden under tiny structures before. Not even a few seconds of surveying the area does she spot the filly, as she was indeed being watched now; Windy's ears twitched when she heard the little thing call out for somepony inside the shack. The bat pony bit her lip, looks can be deceiving, the little filly would probably stab her if she got close, or she could perish from whatever horrors might lie within the structure.

The bat pony shakily steps from her hiding spot and approaches the shack, heart racing as she slowly closes the distance with rifle strapped to her back, eyes darting in all directions as she repeatedly scans her surroundings with sheer paranoia. She felt so vulnerable being in the open, even more unsafe as she enters the shack, her voice squeaked as she called out for the filly, "I-I'm here."

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