I tapped on my notebook, still unsure of what to do about my situation. The miasma continued to shift around me, forming structures based on my memories, as well any other creature, unfortunately, to be trapped in this chaotic stagnant pocket of space and time. The "psychic constructive feedback" I think it was called. The structures themselves were unsteady and crumbled to black dust soon after forming. All consumed by an unending storm that swirled all around me, howling like an angry beast. Fortunately, the storm never came close enough to be a problem, and the toxicness of the miasma was quite low, despite how thick it was. I was in more danger of reality itself warping on me and forming some monster near me, or the ground turning to lava under me. It was all theory, as no one really understood how the miasma actually worked, but it was always safe to be paranoid around the stuff.

It was all just as fascinating as it was frustrating. Having seemingly dipped into another world already, seemingly because I was inside some sort of underground bunker, so no way to confirm where I was. The only evidence I was in another world was that I had met with an odd miniature equine with artificial legs, quite sentient, but not all that interested in talking. It was a brief, yet interesting exchange, and her surprised, yet not shocked reaction to me, might be a tell that there are creatures that are similar to myself in that world.

After all that, I finally reunited with that troublesome harpy friend of mine and got ourselves back on track to head home, but to only soon after get separated in this miasma pocket. It’s not my fault that I found some strange armor peace, and became distracted. Artifacts of any kind are worth lots of coin, so alien artifacts got to be worth even more than the average. When I finished inspecting the equain armor peace that harpy was gone.

So I figured if I just stay put and wait for him to come and get me, Harpies may be fickle to say the least, but never knew him to break a promise. Unfortunately, I had another problem to deal with, something I was very unsure what to do with. As I waited, a new equain had fallen near me, from where, who knows, but I was not going to let the poor thing suffer alone.

Studying her, this pink miniature horse had several cuts, and had been stabbed in the chest, though not deep, her rib cage having taken the brunt of the damage, so it was likely cracked. I could only guess that it was her dress that must have saved her, whatever it was made from, it was strong. So I patched her up to the best of my abilities, which was significantly harder to do with my claws becoming some sort of hoof-like structure, forcing me to use my jaw to do much of anything.

“Wha… what’s going on? where am I? Am… am I dead?” after several hours of being unconscious, the small equain spoke, sounding worried and understandably confused.

“Hard to say really, but what I do know is that we’re in a place where time and space are warped, and as for your status as alive or dead, let’s just caution on you not being dead.” I maintained a poise of calm, it was the first thing I learned when becoming an explorer, that above all things, don’t panic.

She looked at me for a moment, her face going from mild shock, to puzzlement, then sighed in relief. “Thank Celestia, you seem friendly, though I thought most Sparkle-Lurkers had purple chitin, then again those non-glowing ones were brown.”

I looked at my light blue shell, my joint glowing with a green bioluminescence. “I don’t know what the Sparkle-Lurkers are, but I must have taken their shape. The name’s Azure Dice, Explorer by situation, artist by unpaid trade, and story writer hobbyists.” I informed her as I politely bowed.

She pushed herself up, wincing in pain, and bowed back. “Harp Melody, Princess, well former princess of the Orthis Kingdom.”

I scribbled her name with mouth claw, my writing being less than the standard I was used to but I was quickly getting better at it. Putting my notebook away I then pulled out my sketch pad, instinctively trying to hold it with my now nonexistent claws, and it bubbled out of my grasp and hitting the miasma ashy ground. "Seriously, why do I have hooves, is it like some sort of magical law that in your world we must have hooves?"

“Let me get that for you” She pointed at my sketchpad, the screen of the device on her leg then glowed green, enveloping my sketch pad with the same green light, then lifting the sketchpad without touching it, before passing it back to me. "So you don't normally have hooves?"

I wiggled my 'hooves' in the air. "My kind aren't naturally so flat clawed, the tail to, it's a bit odd with it being so inflexible." I opened the sketchpad to a blank page. "You don't mind if I draw a few sketches of you, for documentation purposes I mean."

"Are you sure, I mean you can, but I'd rather get back to a friend of mine." She took a moment to look around, and take in how lost she was. "I… don't even know where to start, where even am I?"

"Between dimensions, in something like a bubble made of condensed and unstable magic known as miasma. That's at least my best-educated guess." I informed her as I did my best to get a sketch down. "There's nothing we can really do much about it, but I do have a friend who is an expert spellcrafter, we just have to wait for him to come get me. He will know how to send you home. I think."

Harp didn't look all that hopeful with my explanation and turned to the device on her wrist. "Must be that megaspell I fell into, it was made to warp time and space. Maybe there's a way to reverse my situation if I can adjust the magic in this place.."

I chuckled nervously, "From my experience, it's better to leave messing with magic to those who have years of experience of not killing themselves with it."

She tapped at her device, its overall shape looking familiar to the armor peace I had found here. “Hey, do you know what this is?” I asked as I pulled out the armored piece, and her eyes widened at the sight of it.

“I’ve never seen a pipbuck like this before.” She took it from me and inspected it before frowning. “Looks like it’s dead, maybe power loss? Let's check.” The air around us rippled, the miasma responding to something, no, it was responding to Harp. Like a swirling vortex strands of the Miasma was then drawn to her, absorbed into Harp as she began to… shimmer.

I watched as the pipbuck began to let out a harsh green light, making several noises before a voice came from it. “He… hello?” the pipbuck spoke in a mechanical voice. “What’s going on, I can’t see, is anypony out there?”

We both looked at the pipbuck, both with confusion on our face. “Is it supposed to talk?”

Harp paused for a moment before talking. “Sometimes pipbucks are given VI’s, virtual bits of intelligence, though it’s rumored that sometimes they develop AI like properties.

I looked back at the pipbuck, and asked. “What’s your name?”

“What was that! Is somepony there, I can barely hear you,” it responded.

Harp opened up a bag she had on her, pulling out a few cables. “This pipbuck is too damaged, maybe I can transfer the program to mine.” pugging the damaged pipbuck to hers, Harp started pressing buttons, then sighed. “Luckily most of the files inside are undamaged, so this should take but a moment.” Soon after a loud dink rang, and Harp smiled. “Hello, my name’s Harp Melody, what’s your name?” she asked her own pipbuck.

There was a moment of pause before the pipbuck spoke. “Destination pipbuck 2600, Issued to the OIA by the MoAS for top secret corridor duty, reconstructed for the use of Thorn Rosland to conduct internal assassination of any potential threats to Lunas rule over Equestria.”

Harp looked shocked for a brief moment, then looked over at me, as though wanting to know if I understood any of that. I just shrugged and said “I’m not native to your world.”

She then turned back to her own pipbuck, and asked. “So is there anything you can do?”

The pipbuck flickered for a moment. “Most spellmatix spells are unavailable, this platform seems to be missing the necessary spell talismans to conduct normal functions.”

A frown came from Harp for a moment before her eyes widened up. “Let's try this.” She said as she reached into her bag, and pulled out a small flat oranged box, it had a window on one side, where I could see some sort of gemstone inside, carved into the shape of a disk, and had a magic circle inscribed onto it. She then opened a slot on her felock mounted device and put the box inside. “What can you do with this 2600?”

Again her device flickered, and again it made a loud bing noise. “Teleportation talasman recognized!”

Harp gave a hoof thrust into the air. “Yes! Can you use it?”

Once more the pipbuck flickered. “Requires a destination point… destination point found... Activating the teleportation spell...

“Wait, what!?”Her eyes widened right before she vanished in a flash of light, leaving a hole in the ground.

“Oh dear, did she vaporize?” I said to no one in particular as I put my sketch pad away. The hole itself seemed to widen, drawing the ground itself into it, and with speed. “So much for staying put!” I once more, said to myself as the ground collapsed from under me, plunging me into a dark void, and to the unknown.

“Good evening ponies of the equestrian wasteland, as well as those not ponies. DJ Pon3 is asleep right now, and I, your lovely pirate DJ, has taken over his airways to bring you some new tunes. No music you’ve heard a hundred times already, nor any of that pro NCR propaganda, just the music you can partie to. Now get up, and shake those le…”

*Crach, Pop*

“What was that? WHAT! Are ponies raining from the sky going to just be a thing now? No, go get that mare on a stretcher, I’ll shut everything down before mom finds out. Yes, you will still get your caps, now get going!”

*Buzz, Crackle*

“Sorry everypony, looks like this broadcast will be cut short due to unforeseen weather conditions, enjoy your usual broadcast.”

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“...and that’s why the NCR is here, so if you spot any raiders, be sure to report them, together we will make the wasteland safer. In other news, the Lightbringer festival is right around the corner, and New Appaloosa is going all out to celebrate. They have hired the newly founded merchant guild, Blue Skies, to make this an affordable, but also the biggest celebration yet. Be sure to stop by, and enjoy the games, good food, and most importantly, watch the sunrise that announces the beginning of the festival. This has been DJ Pon3, and that was the news. Now it’s time for some music, starting with Victoria Rosary, who will be performing at the Lightbringer festival, singing her popular cover song, Somewhere Over the Sea.”

*Click*

Author's Notes:

Well first off I want to thank Kkat for making this wonderful story called "Fallout Equestria" I probably would ever have gotten into reading, defiantly not written stories of my own without it's inspiration. it's pure imagination and passion is something we are sadly lacking in our modern media.

Than I must thank Gamma Deekay for convincing me to wright my own, all as his stories intertwined with others, making a already big world bigger, and I wish him well on his next grand adventure he will craft.

Lastly I am grateful to Scroll for helping me get this story out, without you, I'd probably finish writing this story before finding another editor with the rate I was going.