Some think when the hero leaves a location. The stories of those who they met stop. This is sadly not true. It would be a great honor for those lives to stop. Moments never end though, for we are still living.

Written by Pinda
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Silver Gunner The Return of the Hero.

It’s been almost three years since the hero left the land. It took her and her friends to return to this land from Dream Valley for three years. Many stood waiting for the hero to return. We knew she was coming. A message was sent to us by the radio of who sent us. While I wait I remember how long it took me to get this far. I wanted to tell others of my journey but I never could tell them the full truth. I look over to Shadow who followed me on this journey everyone knew his journey. He followed Tiria like I did but I have more of a story than he does. I do worry about when this battle is over and what to expect.

“There is her ship!!” Yells a young mare.

I look up with the others, seeing the airship flying towards the docks of Kludgetown. I look back at Rainfall seeing the strange fire orb that Wheel Tread did something I know he did. The Storm King slowly removed his storm. He told the others of this land it would take three or so years for the storm to vanish. Now while it slowly vanishes the hero can return. The airship lands on the water and connects to the dock. The airship has seen better days. It's falling apart; it looks like it’s been through hell and back. We were told it would take a while, maybe an hour or so for them to even come out.

They have been in this airship for so long that their bodies aren’t used to land as they used to be. So they will need an hour for their bodies to recover and I look down, starting to remember the moments I have come and where I have been.
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Creation of Silver Gunner.

“Creation..”

A soft female voice says. The eyes of the gentle old mare stare at what remains of her classroom. She has been told that she could only keep her old views in Ponyville. She looks at the remains of the class. There is barely any pony left to listen to only a few children. She turns her eyes toward an old photo. Of her older class and the Cutie mark crusaders. Her eyes have tears falling from them, regaining herself and looking back to her class.

“Today children we are creating a robot who could lead us to the past and future. I will call him the Silver Trail.”

They spent at least a year building me. I remember the feeling of hooves and their magic on me. The beautiful teacher is my creator. I wish I could have known her. But a former student of the teacher failed to protect her. The old ones all failed to protect her. I was finished but I wasn’t turned on. I remember what was written in books: this poor mare was forced into prison. She was released when the bombs started to fall.

I remember it pretty well she quickly went through the village of dying ponies. The poor town was full of so many dying from whatever sickness was harming them. She didn’t know it yet but she was dying. She has one last piece to give me to turn on. My brain, my heart, and the power that will keep me going forever.

She broke into the old school I was kept there to gather dust. She forced the boarded doors open, coming to me and placing the items into my body. I don’t remember her eyes but when I saw them she had been crying because she knew she was dying. When I came online she was still able to move. I turned my emotionless eyes toward the dying mare she had a weak smile. Weak coughs released from her throat. It was all she could muster to stay alive. But I look right at her and she. No wait I remember now she asked me to do something for her. She went to her desk bringing back a photo.

“Silver Gunner. My creation I want you to find do something for me if any of my students survive this awful awful end. Silver…”

I watch while my creator falls, her body was barely able to keep her up now. I rush to help her and with a movement, I help her down with ease. I still have no emotions but I know full well she would have given me some to learn down the years. I ease her on her old desk chair and she finally smiles knowing it is her end.

“Silver…open the recording box and record.”

I didn’t know what to expect. She could order me with her words. My body opens up the joints screeching and groaning. I could tell she didn’t use the best of metal when she created me. I might have to go through old junkyards to find parts to fix some wear and tear. I look behind me seeing the recording box and I lean close to her to let her speak.

“Hello, my students... “ Her voice was so weak I was amazed she could even speak “I wanted this to be my last recording. If any of you survived this...awful end. “The mare's voice coughed weakly “When I was asked...to give up teaching because my view on this war..was controversial. I went and made this form you see standing in front of you now. I had to beg many to help me. But I wanted my view to be remembered by all my students. Though I might already be dead when you hear this. I want my little ponies to know... You all made me proud.” She coughed deeply. “Silver…. Please if you see any pony...that finds the core values of friendship, please…..tell them.” The teacher's old voice slowed. Her breath ebbed ever so gently. Her heart gently and weakly beat. Thump thump…thump…thump…thump.

Then I stood back up seeing the dead mare. Lifting my hoof to gently close her eyes. My creator, the one who gave me life, is now dead. She gave me the life to fulfill my task. My task was to find the True value of friendship. It wouldn’t be an easy trek but I would do what I can.

“Goodbye “Ms. Cheerilee…”

I turn to look at her body. I felt sorrow for her. But I had a journey to fulfill it is now time for me to
follow that journey and be ready for her when I get to that moment in time. I will use what I have learned. I didn’t know it then but my journey would be a long one. A very long one is the moment when you understand this. It won’t ever be a good day.

I don’t know the next part of my journey. I will just follow what I can find. I followed a set path and I don’t know how many years had passed. I don’t know the year but I ended up at a location of creatures called Hell Hounds. This was at least ten or so years after the war. I quickly fought them and I was overwhelmed and I remember a Hell Hound coming up to me shooting me and I shut down.

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Fallout Equestria: Reminders by Lusamine Uncompleted story.

I don’t remember how long it has been. But wait, I have come back online. I have been shut down for so long. It’s going to take so long for my date system to catch up with me. Each system finally came back online and I came face to face with the group that brought me back. One named Zoey. But the one I focused on the most was a young mare who hugged me dead hooves. My mind hasn't fully returned yet. So I pulled her away from me with the arms on my back.

I just stare at them as they speak to each other. I have no idea why they turned me back on. They could have just left me dead like that. They could have done so much to me and I wouldn’t be able to fight back. I just kept watching, noticing their uniforms well then there is a military in this dead world.

One of them came up to me. I didn't know what to expect really but they were sure kind about it and not trying to be in my face.

“So do you wanna talk first or should I?”

I just turned my eyes to the one who spoke and all I could think of was what my creator told me to say.

“What is the core value of friendship?”

The words confused them even more. Till the one I am sure is their leader Dead Hooves who I got to know well spoke up.

“Being nice, kind, generous, loyal, honest,” it took a moment for her to speak again before when she did it was pretty much an insult to somepony else. “In Sharpshot’s case sometimes being an insufferable bitch.”

I just stood there again while they spoke allowing my processor to gain what I have lost and I noticed it’s been at least seventy-five years since the war ended. I have been dead for almost thirty years. I have been in the same spot that long and left there. I am surprised I wasn’t reprogrammed into something worse.

“You seem to show knowledge of friendship,” They looked back at me as I spoke to them. “I am Silver Gunner, a robotic pony created during the war.”

They were talking about me being a trophy. I just wish I could have snorted. I am no one trophy. Then again I was hugged. I was getting pretty tired of this and this time I pulled off the mare hugging me and I stared at them noticing their outfits again.

“What can I do to be of assistance to you fine soldiers,”

My voice must have confused them and I am sure they were confused. They aren’t military but I would have to amuse them for the time being. Till I get my bearings and understand what is going on.

“The war ended seventy-five years ago,” Zoey said in a deadpan voice. “We aren’t soldiers from the war. We lost, we all lost Celestia damn loss. No pony or species won because of the megaspells.”

Being who I am, I am not going to be affected by this. I just again spoke my mind for who I am a robotic pony. My creator always told my parts when she created me to be ready for times like this. Just in case the world did indeed end she was ready for it and it was time for us to know more than what was given.

“What could I do to be of assistance?”

“We’re on a training mission of sorts to take down a raider,” Dead Hooves explained to me the best she could on how they were training to take on a fake raider but this is the thing. They fought in a place full of live creatures including the ones who did this to me. But they’re fighting to train. I see I am amazed that I wasn’t picked up by someone.

I stayed as I always do. I needed a weapon before I had weapons built into my systems. I look towards them all just standing there like they wish to know what they would give me and then Dead Hooves does it again.

“I shall assist you on your mission then,” I say looking towards her. “I require a weapon to help. I suggest handing me the Novasurge rifle you currently hold.”

It took a while for Dead Hooves to answer me. She pulled a shotgun from her back and when I grabbed it with my robotic hands. I stare at the words on the gun. Remembrance is a weapon I felt I would need to use. A weapon to use for a while now I shifted grabbing the gun tighter and getting ready to use it.

We take care of it and then I follow them. They lead me to Misty Moon apartments. I feel maybe if I find more I would be able to. I follow them for a while and before the journey is over. We took a photo together. Then the mother of the pony Dead Hooves leads me astray. Willow Wisp she was called. I knew her, I knew who she was. But before I could warn the others she asked me to go with her on a patrol. The patrol area was close to an old cliff that led down to another city that I have never seen before.

“That is it dear you’re so helpful. Now I am sorry for what I am about to do. I need you out of the way and you’re not helpful to my daughter.”

Before I could do anything or even fire on her. She used a strange weapon and forced me to go limp and I was still on. Using every part of her body she would force me down the cliff. I hit my head many times when I finally made it below.

It took me so long to even return to what was considered living even for me. I stood up having no inkling of what happened. I stood up, my body broken and shuddering. Losing the memory of what happened. I pull out the shotgun and the photo I don’t know any of these ponies and zebras. I just know I got this shotgun that I found somewhere.

I continue on my journey having no idea what I would find. Many more years passed as I just kept walking, meeting many souls, and making a name for myself. I had a story about me now I was called the Silver Gunner.

There was a legend around me of the Silver Gunner who walks. An old legend like the burned pony. No one knew who I was. I just kept asking the words "What is the value of friendship?" I mostly got no answers.

The last place I stayed at for a while. The name of the town was called Bright Town; it was extremely far away from any other lands I knew of. It was close to the Hoof and I had no idea why I came this way. But I remember those I met and I hope to see them again down the road of time.

I met a mare who named herself Teal. A gentle mare who did much for me around this time she even cleaned me up when we met. They gave me an inn room and I was told this city has some Enclaves why did they still have Enclaves here?

But then I understood it’s an Enclave ground base. They used it from time to time to keep in touch with the ground. The moment though I was told I needed to stay hiding when the Enclave showed up. Other than that I am allowed to do what I need to.

But after a while, I had to leave. I caused a great stir when I was found by the Enclave. They wanted to take me apart. But Teal and others defended me. It was the night before I could fully know the reaction. Teal came in slowly. I could tell she cried and sighed at me.

“We need you to leave Silver. You have been so helpful to us. I wish I could tell you. That you would be able to return.”

It took me at least a day and I left not looking back. I will never return and it took me a few years to get to my next journey and I have no idea about this journey.
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Fallout Equestria: Aftershock

30 years before the time of Littlepip an event on the west coast of Equestria in the city of Lost Alicorn, an event known as the Aftershock happened which involved the Stable Ranger, Aka Sparkplug, and a section of the Enclave led by Major Redrain who sought to use an old Project known as Project Tide which was meant to use multiples mega spell to flood Zebrica. The Enclave planned to use Project Tide to bring Los Alicorn to the depth of the Ocean but this plan was thwarted by Sparkplug, his friends, and the remnant of a chapter of the Steel Ranger led by Senior Scribe Notepad. It was during the final moment of this event on a Spark Pump platform in the middle of the Lunar Sea that Sparkplug vanished by overloading the Project Megaspell and using a Balefire Megaspell to destroy the Project and the Platform. Sparkplug was nowhere to be found after.

Despite my lengthy search, I could not find the Unicorn Sparkplug, the only thing I was able to find is a piece of his Steel Ranger T45 Armor. A weathered and dented pauldron with the number ‘281’ written upon it. I’ll never forget the day I met the stallion in the Tavern of Ridgeway Town, a confident smile with that demeanor that comes with military training back in that so call Stable 2-81. Exploring Stable 1-81 didn’t surprise me with what vile experiment Stable-Tech had with that hi-tech tomb of social experiments. I wish I could have visited 2-81, regrettably, it's nothing more than a crater now with that sickening Induction Emission Radiation coming out of it… Or now commonly known as ‘Fear Radiation’. Another broken vestige of Nightmare Moon…

I first met Sparkplug in that Tavern. He was in a corner, working on a badly crushed pipbuck that he found in an old military research facility near the badlands. Out of curiosity I approached him and asked him “I don’t think that Pipbuck will ever work again kiddo.” He looked at me with a smirk and indifferent despite my appearance as if used to wasteland oddity then he pointed out at the Pipbuck and said: “It might be scrap but the Spell Matrix can still be salvaged and with it, all its secret will be revealed!”

Then the young stallion went to open his rather uniquely painted Steel Ranger T45 fetlock plate and opened it, revealing a lost jewel of technology, a Pipbuck 3000-M, A military edition of the Pipbuck 3000. These are supposedly fairy tales! Never produced and there it was in front of my eyes! Then the young stallion went to pull out a cable from the Pipbuck, the kind that is used to unseal Stables then went on to attach an… adapter to it then plug it into the destroyed Pipbuck then after a silent moment a beep came from the 3000-M then the young stallion cheered.

“Ah! See? May be partially corrupted! But still salvageable! Now I’ll be able to find Stable 1-81 and I can finally figure out why Stable Tech made 2 Stable 81 in Los Alicorn! Guess what? By what I’m reading it's right beneath Celestia 1st Bank right in the middle of Los Alicorn!” At that moment I wasn’t aware that this crazy colt was pulling me into quite an adventure. Believe me! A Stable full of clones of that same single pony. What kind of nutcase would clone Applejack constantly for the last 170 Years?! During our trip to the guts of Stable 1-81. I came to learn how to… erm. Lazy Jackass, Sparkplug is as he approached all problems with a keen intelligent eye but when he puts his plans into motion something either broke or explodes and he always proceeds with the most destructive and lazy method to approach a problem! I swear some of my circuits fried up when he pulled out a brick of C-4 just to blow up a James door instead of using the emergency release on the door! Good time though, He always took any situation with a grain of salt and a positive attitude. I remember the last thing he said when we were done in that vault of madness.

“Keep in mind SIlver-Buddy! As long as one’s teeth are in their mouth! Why not just make the best out of it all and smile like a jackass!” Heh!... After having found out what he and his fellow Stable 2-81 dwellers endured I kind of understand the little unhinged demeanor he has. I will miss him. Good thing my memories are vast, I’ll never forget what he did for Equestria. He went out in a big explosion with a big smile knowing he saved the west coast of Equestria. 10 years later that crazy filly from Stable 2 would emerge and change the Wasteland even more alongside that wild Security Mare from Hoofington, but 5 years before that I would meet the weirdest and most mysterious individual near New Appleousa, an aberrant bat-winged mutant Alicorn working for Ditzy Doo as a courier mare by the name of Bolt

…. Sparkbolt, A coincidence maybe? Nothing like the Sparkplug I knew, She always had a mean streak and constantly frowning. Sparkbolt was quite a strange mare to speak to, she said how much she wanted to go somewhere but hated going back to it, and also how many gaping holes her memories had. I accompanied her once on delivery to Glyph Mark. When we traveled together I noticed two interesting details about her, how she concealed her wings with a tattered cloak and something else, a very battered pauldron from a Steel Ranger T45 armor with a faded S-R written on it in what I assume was yellow paint. When we were about to engage raiders in combat down the path to Glyph Mark. The dead giveaway that I may know the previous identity of Sparkbolt was when she put on that very old Steel Ranger T45 Helmet she had in her saddle bag, with a very familiar dent on the side of its forehead. Then the second, a large anti-machine rifle, minus a scope that was previously destroyed in combat with that name on its barrel ‘Retribution’. I knew right away that Sparkplug didn’t die. But following his disappearance it's obvious a lot has happened! That young stallion that I knew was now a tall mutant mare, and the way she was glaring at those raiders was the same way Sparkplug glared at them back then! I didn’t go into detail, but damn it was somewhat nostalgic to team up with Bolt. When a raider got too close to her instead of using her hoof-to-hoof expertise she just went and clobbered that poor bastard to a pulp with Retribution. I must say that the Anti-Machine Rifle has a rather unique sound to it when it comes to colliding with a raider’s head. Then what was most surprising was when she was about to give a killing blow to that raider.

“Smile like a jackass as long as you have tooths you bastard!” I couldn’t help but confront her about it and said her previous name. A little mistake on my part but didn’t suffer any rebuke for it. What she told me next told me enough to know that Spark turned the page onto a new life and put away the mantle of a wasteland hero. “Sparkplug was a brave and a fool colt, He died for what he believed was right, that what we should all admire and aspire to… Without dying at least. Me? I’m just a big mare paying her debt to a truly wonderful ghoul. Silver Gunner, Sparkplug should be left in the grave of the past, Alright?” Then we finished delivering the package before parting ways. But what struck me after her comment? She remembered my name from her previous life. When we parted ways, she left me a single gift, an Anti-Machine Rifle bullet with a rather peculiar comment “Hold onto this, I got a gut feeling you might need it someday.” As of today, I still have that bullet in my saddle bag and I know I will eventually use it for something important… When I will use it, I’ll make sure to say Sparkbolt’s favorite line to my opponent.

That’s what I would say I remembered Sparkbolt and his friends. Before I left a battle happened I don’t know what caused the battle I don’t remember what caused most of these issues. I got my head smashed hard. I fall into the water below and sink for a time. I was saved by a pony but I don’t remember anything and after I am repaired I go on my way again.

I follow a journey of learning stories about a creation called the Iron Wolf Project. I followed the stories to a hidden lab under the desert before the light bringer showed herself. Before I go inside I turn to see a crow and its shape shifts into a changeling.

“Listen, metal pony you don’t want to go down there. I have been here for a long time waiting for a moment.”

I just stare at the changeling. I remember after I met him he introduced me to Kipkipe and her family and the group they stayed with. This was the time I first went into the lab and I was told everything about the Vul’fin by the one inside. [Howling dance.] After this I leave and I follow the roads to help the others I have met along the way. I destroy many raiders along the way including putting my calling card the Silver Gunner walks. Before I enter the Misty Moons apartment as I did with my friends before. I turn to see an orb sprite bot.

“I have been following your journey for a long time, Silver Gunner. I have heard stories of what you have done and who you know. But my request if you see a Vulf’van come into the world show them that lab.”

I just stood there staring at the spirit-not giving a single nod.

“You must be the watcher and yes. I shall do so and if need be I doubt I will ever know the full truth. But what makes you think a vulf’van will be leaving their caverns? No one has seen one for many years.”
Watcher hovered there for a moment.

“Because I have been seeing him more and more. The spells his on prison have weakened..”

The spells weakened and then it hit me. He means Grogar there have been rumors of the old goat showing his face in many spots the spell is weakening. But I haven’t seen him as of yet but I worry that soon I will. I know soon that the rumors are true about a vulf’van leaving their cavern years ago because of the one named Wheel Tread who I learned about in my travels. Then it’s time for me to be ready.

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The Crystals Howling dance {Completed story}

Misty Moon apartments

I heard we have prisoners. I haven't been told what they captured. I follow Crossfire to the room we made a prison and inside Kipkipe is helping a wounded griffin and hooked up beside the griffin. One of those creatures is known as a vulf’van. I knew sooner or later I would run into one of them.

“Keep them alive, please. I have a feeling this wolf is going to be a hero and maybe we can use her for our gain.”

I head back up into the room I privately used, waiting for me is Crow. I look up at him nodding to him. I pull out my shotgun and the round Sparkplug gave me and I clean both of them up and take apart the shotgun.

“So one of the wolf creatures showed up as Watcher said. How did he know of this creature? How did he know she would someday show up to us? It makes no sense. I have been wondering more about it.”

I just gave a nod.

“I will teach myself what we will learn.”

The wolf woke up soon after I learned her name Tiria. We go through a journey of pain and sometimes hope. We go through a path leading to find toys for young ones after she freed us from a ghoul issue below the basement. Then she wanted to get toys for the children and I know full well that she regretted what happened there.

They all got captured but me and I fought my way to them and the children. We went through much to get to our journey. I followed that wolf through death and hell to get peace for those who I followed.

The moment you get to a ship and then get captured and then you go through so much more. It’s no longer the time you see. Meeting King CannonBall, meeting the Rat Creepers, everything. Then the one moment you see the end. You meet him you meet Wheel Tread.

There was a moment I spent while Tiria was out again after the arena fight. I stood in front of him.

“Neighsay.”

The pony in the Wheelchair turns to look at me. He noticed me and a frown forms on his old face. I have a feeling he knew who created me and who I was. He comes up to me and looks behind my left ear. I see a gentle smile on his face.

“So the great teacher of Ponyville created you. That is her cute mark and I can tell she did much for you and gave you your emotions.”

I just stood there wanting to tell everyone who he was. I knew what he wanted to do from stories I heard from the past. The Storm Project uses old villains of the past. Villains from Dream Valley villains from the dead land.

“You shouldn’t be alive, old one. You should have been dead like the rest of the past.”

Neighsay laughs softly.

“Yes, like the Hoof that should be dead. The old stories will never be the same if one random old pony is trying so hard and is stopped here. Silver let me do it please let me push Project Stormwatch I need to be allowed to start that project.”

I just stood there with no emotions. Looking at him through my glowing eyes. The moment I allow this then I will not be blamed.

“Tell me then why do you feel that this project will be the only move forward?”

Neighsay chuckles very weakly leading me to his room. In the room, I see many things but I focus on the crystal. The howling dance closes the door behind him and he turns his wheelchair and he lifts an old book.

“In this book, Celestia herself said that Grogar himself will be released if the war goes too far. Many projects in this world have absorbed the magic that holds Grogar in place. Every friend you have met who destroyed a project has caused this problem. Thankfully the only projects that don’t have this issue are the One Pegasus project and Rainfall.”

Wheel Treads logic is sound then that means he is correct. If these projects have taken the magic to hold Grogar in place. Then there is a need. I feel whatever his plan is he is going to fail and fail badly.
“Then what is your plan? You have to deal with the Enclave they’re coming back and many heroes are trying to fight them. What do you expect us to do for you?”

Neighsay chuckles.

“I have a way you see I am going to use a robot dummy of myself. He will have all the movement and abilities I do. But when the attack happens I am long gone. All I need from you Silver Gunner is the power. I need you to give me half your power and I know when they come you will not be strong enough to fight them. You will be the first to fall, you know this right?”

Again the logic is sound. He leads me to a closet and inside is his body and all that is needed is power. Enough power to keep this farce going till the end of our moment. I have a feeling since he told us he wanted to make a deal with the Enclave there would be no way we can save ourselves.

Neighsay using his unicorn magic opens me up and connects the dummy to me and it. I sigh, shutting down to let this happen. Before I shut down though he said one last thing to me before he fully goes dark in my eyes.

“I am sorry my old friend. I am sorry, old teacher. I wish I could have been there for your little ones. But my hatred grew for non-ponies. I regret everything I ever said to Twilight but she knew I was right. Open the school of friendship to back up my old friend. Accept friendship in your soul Silver Gunner. Let that wolf give you the emotions you need.”

The charge is over and when I wake I am told the figment made a deal with The enclave to give them the Howling Dance. I couldn’t do much. I was barely able to stay on. I followed the exchange and then a battle broke out.

We backed off to the cave and then I don’t remember what happened. I was hit by one of the attacks of the Enclave and then I fell to the ground hearing Tiria.

“SILVER!!”

I watch the others while I slowly still have power, the world around me freezing as a group of Enclave engineers look me over at who created me. They wanted to use me as a weapon. I don’t know how long it’s been but it’s been at least two weeks. I was brought online to follow the orders of the Enclave. But they never could get into my weapons compartment and get my shotgun or my round. They just placed a weapon on me and heavy armor. I remember nothing of that moment.

I stood in front of Tiria. It was a battle to regain this home and this land. I stood ready to fight her, a friend I made. I could hear the voice of my creator.

“Don’t ruin the magic of friendship. Don’t allow yourself to be lost, Silver..”
I remember saying something stupid and the battle started. It wasn’t much of a battle. I blew up her leg after she smacked me in the head for some reason that knocked the programming loose well not really. It caused my backups to take over and make sure I followed the right path again.

Now the battle regains everything it took a while. I remember the moment that Tiria snapped. I stood right behind her buffalo friends. The words she said didn’t bother me and I knew she was unsure of how to handle her feelings.

"Ponies..." It Echoed. "Griffin's." it echoed. "Minotaur's... All the other races... sent back... 200 years because... Of ponies of the past... My kind created... because of your war between Zebras and ponies. You swear you want to bring peace... back to the Equestria... But all I see is you want to control it... Look at the Lightbringer... She is trying to protect it from... FOOLS LIKE YOU!! Same with Security. I am nothing like those two... They are bigger players. I never wished to be a hero... But fate turned me into one. I used to hate ponies... I used to hate them... For what they did to this land."

I knew she had become a hero. A hero of anger, a hero of peace. But a hero like many. A hero will never understand this path the moment you try to become a hero. You either become a monster or you become a legend. She will become neither for I know her fate. I can see it in her life signs. She is dying.

"I came back here... to free those that you captured... At first... I didn't care what happened to the lives of your ponies... Then I was forced into your little pity parties. I hear about you and how warlike you are the ponies of old. None of you deserve to live only ones that run and tell... the others to never return here... I will ask never to be killed."

An enclave soldier attacked her and she fought them off. Yes, she is not a hero, she is not a legend. She is just a story now. Some don’t kill, some don’t end, and some never will understand the path of the ending.

"See... I am nothing like the Lightbringer... I don't care who gets in my way to save who I care about. Another life of a worthless pony."

I watch while she puts on the metal hoof that replaced her leg and smashed the head of the Enclave she hurt. I knew she didn’t want to be a hero, she didn’t want to be anything. She just wanted to give the pain to those that gave pain to others.

"You hurt Kip... maybe even killed her... You are... my target... I am already an outcast of my species... I am not even a pony... I will not take heart... into killing you. For you are those of the past... and push... You belong there like the rest... So die and become dust like in the past... Where trash like you belongs."

The battle continued after Kip was stabbed. Tiria ran after the others while a large robot and I named Proto fought and all the metal they placed on me slowly melted off and after a while we won.

We cheered for the hero but our journey wasn’t over. I knew that Tiria was going to have a child sooner or later from the male that followed her. She used him as her consort. It’s not what I would have done. But she needed something for the pain caused by this world. I knew I never told the others I knew.

The journey went through us finding fake seals. There were never seals; it was a way to get Tiria fully ready to be accepted by a monster. When we got back to the fake seals we knew full well what was to come. But there is something else that battles that ghost that held Fleur. I know who it is now.

Then Tiria forgot us and when we opened up the stable. I look down another hall and look up. I see it. The Storm King's brain. I knew then before the end we would be dealing with him. I see the ghost that was in Fleur. It was trying to get into its brain. But I knew who the Storm King was. He is now unable to be alive. But I know what this was for. Project StormWatch why here?

That would have to be another question another day. I follow Tiria and the others. Tiria has something calling her and I am starting to worry we are going to lose someone on this journey. When we get to the moment. Tiria using the orb to open a project. Project iron wolf.

After he dealt with the others this creation he looked at me.

"Ah...robot...you forgot those that you cared about ....Remember..."

I felt everything break into my mind Sparkplug everyone I ever met including those I met at the first of my life. Dead Hooves, her friends, everyone. I lay there looking at the shotgun. I remember it all but why am I sad…Why do I have emotions that others get hurt and die around me? I lift my head watching Crow. We thought he died at first but we forgot he is a changeling and the changeling's bodies aren’t like ours.

"You're not pure...."

He formed a spear from strange magic and stabbed it hard into the heart of the changeling and he tossed Crow's body on the stairs as he died right there. Crow was dead. Kip's eyes go wide and charged in anger, her hooves hitting the ground as she was picked up and smashed hard on the stairs, her back legs broken. But she was alive and knocked clean out. Shadow's eyes go wide watching his adopted sister get hurt.

"I am going to kill you!!!" He charged and before the creature could stop him he clawed his face...it didn't heal...he stared at him. He laughed so strangely.

"Oh.....good job... Griffin, you got me to bleed... I wonder...."

He used his magic to grab Shadow's wings and break them. He screamed in pain and tossed Shadow to the ground and stomped on his chest breaking a few ribs and knocking him out cold alive... He looked to see Sand wasn't still against the wall Sand started fighting him with so much anger in his heart.

"Let...go off my wife!!"

The creature laughs.

"You should be under my control!!!"

He tried to use it on Sand but it took effort Sand jumped around too much like one like us was trained to do. Jump around, don't let them get a hit in. He got a few of his claws even digging into the brain. Then he finally did it. He made a wrong step and got caught. He held sand close to his eyes and stared at him.

"I can't have you trying to break through my slave...die." He glowed as every bone in Sand's body started to break and he screamed as he fell to the ground and tried to look at me seeing me in his dying eyes

"I love....you Tiria."

He died as the resistance that was my friends stayed there... Silver Gunner wouldn't even move. Shadow was broken but alive... Kip is alive as well. Crow Alive and Sand Dead. Fleur was thrown out of the room and the door went down to lock. He laughed and looked at Tiria. After all this it was time to fall I felt I couldn’t do anything.

Tiria then broke through. I couldn't do anything. I lift my head watching the exchange. I knew full well when the time comes it would all happen. I would be asked to fight. I would do so and when the time comes I would do it again.

"Why....would you do all this...why all this?!"

I watch while Tiria talks to the creature. She looks at the one she loved. How she treated him she is starting to understand she needed him. She needed him more than she thought. It wasn’t going to be a simple time. But I know my time is coming to get ready to fight.

"When the Nightmare Moon was forced into the moon. A piece of the moon flew out and smashed into the ground. No pony even knew about this. 1000 years go by the war slowly starts the mines and it's found. All these bodies you saw here...are the former creators. The one you met...is the one that ran...from here... He made your kind to fight me... But if any of your species hold the orb for a certain amount of time... I can control you... I was made...to stop the war... But they needed the orb...and he stole it. I was held there for 200 years waiting. I spoke in the Steel ranger's dead minds... Yes, those Steel Rangers are dead... I used them...and now they're on the ground outside...dead... I am pure... I am your God!! I am the Iron Wolf Project!!!"

Tiria moved to the stable and gave a little foal to one of our Hellhound friends. I stood up ready to fight. I knew my time was coming and it came. She called me and we fought. She used the Howling dance and smashed into his face.

The battle was over. It was time. But we knew soon she was going to die and if it was fate she spoke to Watcher. One day the clouds broke apart so she could see the sun again. I look up seeing the sun. I remember now I was there to see the sun. I was brought online before the end.

Then it was time for many days or months to pass. It was time for her to give birth. Under the sun in a bed, she did just this: she explained her story to others around, and like a time of no pain no suffering she did it. I remember the day before I was there to listen under the moon and I felt pain for the first time.

I could see the anguish on Fleur's face. Kip crying and then the words said by Tiria it was heartbreaking even for me.

"I... I don't...want...to go... I... I can't do this... I need...to see you....all... I need you..."

The words hit me hard, it hit the others hard. But there was no stopping this and it was time for her to go. It was time for her to die. I wish I could have stopped her and been there with her to carry the orb but maybe she would have died no matter what. Then it was time. Time for the future and time for what is to come.

"Please...don't forget me... My story needs to live on... Maybe someday. I will be a hero...to many in their hearts... But I don't wish to be a big hero... I want history to remember me as the wolf...that left a cave to save her friends... I just want to be remembered for that..."

We watch as Tiria gives birth to the future and right at the end she dies. But before she could see Kip giggles

"Tiria...it's a girl..."

Star Shooter, all of them, even me. I left and went down to a statue where we had the orb. I dug into it and I couldn’t say a word. Then left for patrol they finished burying her and I watched while little Star Shooter was watching.

"Mommy...she won't wake up..."

The little one said to her mother.

"She is dead....sweetie...remember her for what she did for you."

Then it hit her hard and I looked at the grave that would soon become a statue. It was a few months later or a month I don’t remember. My memory is still hazy after everything. I remember something of that effect and the words from our DJ.

"Ah yes...this is Iron Claw or Bowwwser Wowser... I will be sending this to whoever I can... Thanks to Djpone3 I can make it to places like Manehatten but sadly, for now, that is it... But I wish to explain. It's been ten months to the day. that Tiria passed away... It's been hard for us... But on the anniversary of her leaving her home... We changed the name of the town to Tiria's Heart. To honor her... It's been pretty peaceful around here. But some are still hurting. But I doubt you wish to know about our pain... How about happiness ahem."

"It's been hard for a lot of us that knew her so well. But we move on and have cleaned out the stable and will be using it as housing. But I don't have much news on the goings on here, only what I have been told... Fleur De Les has finally built her Inn... But this entire town..is still waiting for something to happen... We will be training new wasteland heroes here as well. Hopefully, they will be able to fight like the Lightbringer... But most hope that.."

"I sadly don't have much to say...but thank you Tiria...for what you have done for us...thank you. I will be sounding out a lot more to give news about our little town. But I can give some things..."

"Kip has finally gotten the family she wanted... She didn't want to go deep into it... Cannon Ball and the Rat Creepers are helping the Dumbbell Raiders and the Junk Reapers at cleaning up Reaper Fields... They leave some of the scraps for traders to take... But they wish to make it like it used to be... Before the war even started."

"The Iron Wolf Project nothing more has shown up about the Iron Wolf project. It seems Tiria's species just stay at their side of Equestria...they know their little god the howling dance is broken... They wanted to go to war over this...but the elders said no. Maybe we will never see them again."

"Shadow is free from his pact with Gawd. He is now fully living here with us. With his new lover Owl Beak... Maybe someday we will have more peace in the wasteland... Not every area of our world is free...even Equestria itself is still in pain... But the Buffalo have gone back to their lands...some do come by now and then... But they refuse to even go anywhere else for the moment till ponies prove themselves again."

"The three Enclave soldiers we have in our ranks...have built an information center to help find the missing of the Enclave's little war they are having."

He sighed.

"This is sadly all I have to say...thank you Lightbringer for all you did...and Tiria... Thank you, Lightbringer, for grrrr bringing back the diamonds in the sky."

My next journey would be ten years later. Not much happened in those ten years but we lost Star Shooter to some boat and we didn’t see her again for a while. But I heard rumors of an old mare coming back from being frozen so I went and met with her.

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Fallout Equestria: Survivors Guilt {Written by RuinQueenofOblivion]

It was a matter of fate. Scootaloo just recently met with the one with the 21 on her rump. Black Jack in a way a strange pony on herself. It was a moment of reflection even for me when I worked with her and Scootaloo. I knew my task was going to be complete. I would be able to tell her who I was but. At this moment I couldn’t follow her into the store and listen to her about how much ammo is.

“You’re kidding, that much for ammo?”

She groans looking through her bags. I did the next best thing. I lift a bag of caps and place them on the counter. She is confused about who did that for her and she turns to stare at me. For a moment we just stare and then she talks first.

“Hello?”

I stood there a moment thinking of what to say. I could say I am the creator of your former teacher. I knew what happened to your teacher. I know this I knew that but all I could do is what I am always able to do say the words.

“What is the core Value of Friendship?”

Those words always hit everyone I speak to, including the others. It was a time when moments of moments would be there. I just had to wait for her answer and the moment would be there. I think at the time it was the only way.

“Forgiveness, forgiveness is the core of friendship,” she says. “Friendships are built on trust with one another, and even if that trust is broken, friendships can survive through forgiveness.”

“Most never know the answer. But there are many answers to this Scootaloo.”

I turn to leave. I know I will see them again and yes I did. I found them again. I didn't wish to do this to her but I had to put her on the spot while a meeting was going on. I sat there waiting for the moment to speak. Black Jack wasn’t very good at speeches so I let myself speak. I walk towards the stage and allow my mind to speak

“Most of you know me as a legend. I was turned on when the bombs fell to see the world end. I have seen what has become of this world through my entire walk of it. But my one question is to one orange mare.”

I turn my vision to look at Scootaloo and I put her on the spot. A spot that I feel she would have regretted if it wasn’t for her friends. Those friends of hers did so much for her and I knew full well they would be heroes. I helped her to the stage so she could speak for all of us and I worry that I did worse than help. She began to speak after she lowered her hat.

“You all know what I did… you all know what I’ve been doing if you’ve been listening to DJ Pon3. Silver Gunner asked if the Alliance or the Enclave is worse, and I’m not going to lie and say that there is any single faction that is good or evil. Both sides from what I’ve seen and heard are capable of both good and evil. The Enclave however has proven itself to be a threat to Equestria, even if they have promises of helping, there is always a chance they will go back to the old ways.”

She closes her eyes and bruises her mane out of her eyes.

“Over 200 years ago I lived in the early days of the Enclave, they weren’t even called the Enclave yet but the mentality was there,” I said. “There were a lot of lies, a lot of manipulation, a lot of ponies who were willing to follow this mentality. I wasn’t one of them, and I saw what life was like under the Enclave. Is it possible that they may make life better for Equestria? Yes, but at what cost? Are you willing to sell your freedom for that? Sometimes yes, extreme methods are needed, but we cannot lose our souls for a better future. As for the Megaspell, I know everything about the Megaspell they’re after, and I’m going to say this. There are no right hooves for it, or for any Megaspell, I promise all of you that I will do everything I can to make sure that neither side of this war gets to use it.”

After the speech was over I stood by Scootaloo and nodded to her.

“Now you get my question? The core value of friendship?”

It took a while for her to speak and then turn her eyes back to me. I think she knew full well what was going on.

“I think so…” She says softly

I turned her towards all the ponies in the area and then I knew the truth of what my creator meant. The core value of friendship is all those we meet. Is all those hearts we touch that we fall in love with. Those we connect to.

“All of them are the core value of friendship. Not just one thing. The ponies you share it with are the core value. Friendship is always there even if the ponies themselves don’t feel it. So Scootaloo get it now?”

“Friendship is magic,” She says with a smirk. “Yeah, I get it. I don’t know how many ponies we convinced, but hopefully, it was enough.”

“I am sure. But you convinced me Scootaloo.” The compartment in my back opened up and I bowed using my hand as a flourish. Then simply walked back down the stairs and stood back in my spot like I was a guard.

It was time and then I talked with the one with the twenty-one on her rump. It was like a few hours later and I knew full well it was time to tell Scootaloo the speech and I knew it was going to be harder for me to hear this again.

She is brought over by the one with the 21 on her rump

“What is it?” She asked.

“Silver Gunner has a recording he wants you to listen to.”

She looked over at me with pure curiosity in her eyes. “Sure, I’d love to listen to it… what is it?”

I walk over, opening the back of my body to bring out the recording. It was going to be hard to hear this all over again.

“When my creator made me, they recorded this. I want you to hear it.” The voice comes on that sounds old and worn. But like a pony, I used to know.

“Hello, my students... “ The weak voice said as she coughed. “I wanted this to be my last recording. If any of you survived this...awful end. “ The voice coughed. “When I was asked...to give up teaching because my view on this war..was controversial. I went and made this form you see standing in front of you now. I had to beg many to help me. But I wanted my view to be remembered by all my students. Though I might already be dead when you hear this. I want my little ponies to know... You all made me proud.” She coughed deeply. “Silver…. Please if you see any pony...that finds the core values of friendship, please…..tell them.” The old voice slowly breaths gently and the entire recording was of shallow breathing to nothing.

The poor mare's eyes began to water and she knew who it was. I wish I could tell her otherwise but it was hard for me to even hear it again. I wanted to make sure she was here for every moment. I could feel my creator watching and knowing what I just did. I could feel her emotions somehow I could I don’t know why.

“Ms. Cheerilee…” she softly said

“Yes, I have lied to many about who created me. Also how I was created. I did so to keep this message alive. Her last and final words. Her last final words were at the school. She had to break into them to hide. But that’s where I was secretly built until the bombs fell.”

“She was my teacher when I was just a filly,” I said with a sigh. “I never really thought about what happened to her after all of this. I, just… I miss those days a lot.”

I gave a small nod

“She was branded as a criminal by the Ministry of Image. Because she wanted to teach the way she had been before all this came about. But they didn’t let her, So she had been fired, beaten by some ponies, and then shunned by all those she had taught.”

It didn’t stop her though she kept teaching and got some students but it’s how I got created, how I was created and thought up. I was thought up by her students that didn’t get brainwashed by all that and I didn’t tell Scootaloo.

“I never wanted to shun her,” she said and closed her eyes. “But I was so busy with Red Racer and Stable-Tec that I didn’t even have the time. I don’t know if there’s anything I could have done, but maybe I should have said something to Sweetie. I’m sorry…”

I felt even though I am a robot she was trying to speak to my creator and not me at the time. I knew well that she was trying hard to make sure it was all she could. I didn’t want to make it any harder on her but I had to.

“We all messed up… we all were willing to compromise our morals during the war,” she said softly. “Some of us are worse than others. I guess, in a way, Cheerilee was one of the best of us, I just wish I could have told her how much her teachings meant to me.”

“I got one more thing for you,” I said as my back compartment opened up and I brought out a photo of something powerful to her and something she could use. Before I did though she didn’t notice I placed a strange device on it. “She wanted any pony of her class to have it. So I feel you need it more than I do.”

She looked at the photo and then hugged me like she was hugging my creator the only way I wish I could. I wish I could say she is watching her but I couldn’t it’s painful

“Thank you…”

I let her hug me and I brought out my hands from my back to hug her and then all I could do was speak.

“Your welcome…my little pony.”

I used her voice or she used me to go through me and I don’t know how that worked. I pulled out of the hug and went on my way. My way to my path, my way to my future. I had to do something I had to do more. We lost Star Shooter. We gave up the search a while ago and now it’s time to be useful.

Scootaloo and the others went to do what they needed to. I contacted Crow to keep an eye on them. It was before much of everything went down and in a random spot I spoke to him he wasn’t sure of all.

“I want you to keep an eye on her Crow. I know she is not Tiria or she is not a friend of yours. But I know full well that she wants to bring peace to this land. It’s not going to be simple, it's not going to be easy.”

Crow sighs nodding.

“I will do it, Silver.”

It was a war. I joined the others in the sky on the clouds. I remember helping others and then meeting with Cranberry. She did so much for everyone. It wasn’t just Cranberry I met either. I met someone who will be useful in the future. In the future, I am unsure if I will turn to look at the goat. Why can I see him? Why can I see him?

“Why can I see you Grogar? Why are you here? Why are you here?”

Grogar chuckles.

“I am not even releasing my hate sickness robot. But there is something you should know. I have come to warn you.”

Warn me why is he warning me then I noticed something why is the sun getting brighter?

“Silver, look at me. I don’t like you. You don’t like me when I break free I am going to take over this world. But I can’t take over a world almost about to be destroyed…By..”

A beam of concentrating light hit the other side of Thunderhead, searing part of the city as it paved a path of destruction through the city before it came to a sudden stop.

I watch as this happens Cranberry and the others run and I grab onto a few little fillies and foals Grogar watches with a dark smile on his face. The others don’t see it or do they? Maybe they know he's there. But the magic from the sun closes his image portal and then Fluer trots up to me.

“They used Celestia-one Silver!!”

I charge right into the base with Fleur trying to stop me. I get to the general before Scootaloo and her friends do.

“GENERAL!!!”

I yell I am being held back by Fluer. She is using all her magic to hold me back and it is hard for her to do so and I could tell she wasn’t happy with me.

“Silver… Calm down.”

Midnight her name looked visibly shaken

“We didn’t order the use of Celestia One,” she managed to get out finally.

“Hello. Forgive Silver.”

I knew Scootalooo was now here and I had to make sure I didn’t make more of a scene. good luck with that.

“I don’t blame him,” she looked at Fleur. I turned my head and I had a feeling she knew it was her.“What happened here?”

“The Twilight Society fired it,” Midnight said. “They acted unilaterally and without the approval of anypony in the Alliance.”

I finally relaxed. “Why? It makes no sense they would do this act. There are still foals here.” Fleur shook her head, sighing.

“Silver, you don’t have emotions. Think like them for a moment.” Fleur added.

I watched while the others spoke and that they were going to break into the area and I felt I should express how I felt. But after I was shot down with my logic I went for the next best thing.

I spoke up

“Fleur call Peach Blossom back from the field please.” Fleur nodded, lifting a trash-looking talkie, and spoke into it.

Then it all happened. I don’t know what I was there for but most things happened. It happened like clockwork. I was there for some of the fights. I was there to help the wounded on both sides. I didn’t want to do anything but be neutral. My friends from Tiria’s heart were there. They did all they could even though Kipkipe was there. The years haven’t been kind to her or me.

“I am sorry for asking you to join us here Kipkip you can head back home later.”

Kipkipe smiles.

“Like old times Silver. Now we have peace for now I am sorry for being upset. Just seeing Star Shooter gone for so long bothers me.”

Then my life went on, life went on a battle with death. Then one day or was it the same day? Things happen while I watch Scootaloo begin to lose herself. She fights the Hardliners and one screams for mercy

“Please, don’t… have mercy, mercy!” The stallion cried as she shoved the barrel right up to him.

“MERCY? HOW MANY PONIES HAVE YOU KILLED THAT BEGGED FOR MERCY?” she screamed at the top of her lungs as she prepared to pull the trigger.

Her other friends do their best to keep her at bay and then I do my best to use my chance and speak like my creator.

“Students. Today we are going to talk about cutie marks.” The soft voice said to me and walked over. “A mark that shows what he or she will do in her life. Tell me Scootaloo the cutie mark given to you. What does it mean to you?” I asked in the voice of her old teacher.

“It… means my bond with my friends,” She said softly as she cried even more. “It means that I can figure out who they are. That I can help ponies, when they need it most. But, I just made things worse, for every pony I’ve helped, I’ve hurt even more.”

I sat in front of her staring. “Really. Logic dictates you have helped many too. You have helped a mare that lost everything. BlackJack you helped her get back her life. I’m sure you helped the others with you. Ignore the pain of a robot like me, I don’t see the pain. I see what you have done.”

I chuckled softly. “I could list it all. But I will be here forever.”

I let her speak to the others and then it was fate. I knew what I would do if the pony that she fought got back up and I did the unthinkable. I let myself get destroyed. I quickly get in the way and my head gets blown off and then I look at Scootaloo with one eye. I could see her fear, pain, and hate. I wanted to say please don’t lose your heart.

I was out of the fight and then soon after I am sure it was many days after it was a wedding I had gotten my memory back and I was waiting for it all. I heard all the lines being spoken and it was time. It was a wedding four parties said I did and they did. I was standing by Crow and Peach Blossom.

Scootaloo spotted us Peach gave her a salute and then we began to move our path our way. The only time we would see her again is if I followed the path to her. I knew she was behind me. I heard her voice.

“Hey, what’s going on? Aren’t you staying for the reception?”

“Scootaloo we have one that is lost to us. We have been searching for her for a long time. But we gave up to help you.” I turned to her to stare at her. “Peach will be back to see you. So will Crow. Me…. My journey will always end up finding you.”

I turned to her sitting down in front of her. “Again what is The core value of Friendship? The true answer this time.”

It took a while for her to answer but it was her wife or new wife Cherry who spoke.

“Hope, hope is the core value of friendship. Hope gives your friends something to hold onto, to give them something to be inspired by.”

I felt that was the right answer. I opened up my back and had a recording of fake cheering and laughter. She was right to hope it is the best thing we have now. It’s the only thing we have and it’s the best way to know.

“Hope is a big part of the core. But the most valued of them. Treasure it, don't forget it. I shall come back someday. But for now, we must return to our home. Remember the journey you have followed. Don’t forget the past either. For if we forget we are doomed.”

I turn and I hear her final words of this journey, my journey with her.

“Thanks, Silver… for everything,”

The next path would be many years after a time of awful strife. I would have done some things for Scootaloo and her wife before I left. But I knew it was time I had to go face Neighsay it was the only time.

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Fallout Equestria: {Rainfall}

It’s been at least three years since I got here or more but the heroes have left and I did so much for them. I wait now but I didn’t do much. I was asked to stay out of it. Shadow and I and the others from Tiria’s heart were asked to stay out of it.

I did things that most wouldn’t do. I helped Pinda. I helped the other towns and I felt it was the best thing I could do. I look up at Rainfall and the orb I keep hearing the words. The Flames of Truth each time I stare at it.

It’s no longer a time when I can no longer say the moment of it. But when I gathered the others I knew what is to come. I wish I could know. I wish I could have done more and now all I do is wait for the hero to return.

I see the door of the airship open up and we wait for them to come out. What will it be that we will know? I doubt we will but the moment of our time is here. The hero is home. What did she do in Dream Valley? What did they know and understand?

I wish I could understand but I can’t any longer and I stood there waiting for the moment and it was the end. I look back at the heroes coming out and then I know my time is up. I leave with my friends when the battle ends we will see it and the war will end.

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