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The town was... Nice actually, while most of the town was wary, many ponies greeted us with smiles and verbal greetings. Black Powder was stopped several times by various ponies, and he even got some free stuff.

I still got wary looks, but, at least everyone tried to mask it with smiles. Then again, that's kinda creepy actually...

"Alright, we just need to get some supplies from the market, and we're about ready." Black Powder said, grinning as we walked. I rolled my eyes.

"Whatever." I said. "As long as we can get to that military base and take care of those mutants..." I paused, "and find your family." I looked at the market up ahead. Black Powder, just rolled his eyes.

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The supply run had been rocky at first, but Black Powder had managed to convince the merchants to be more "reasonable". I was pleased, seeing as how I had gotten plenty of parts and a ton of ammunition out of it.

When we reached Black Powder's home, and dropped our saddlebags on the wagon. Ronier and Teacup both sat next to the cart, sorting through some junk I had piled in the cart. I was a bit annoyed by the intrusion, but didn't really feel it was worth raising a stink over. I had nothing much to hide.

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A military base, while it was not a particularly large base, it was still much larger then most houses owned by wastelanders. It loomed in the distance as we walked, and I took a mental checklist of our group. Teacup had opted to carry almost nothing but medical supplies. She had reluctantly accepted a 10mm pistol, which I helped her figure out how to get easy access to, and how to reload easily.

Ronier had her minigun battle-saddle, as well as a 10mm pistol, strapped to her chest in the same way Teacup's was rigged. Black Powder had gotten her some leather barding, which she was now wearing under her battle-saddle.

Black Powder had brought a grenade rifle, and lots of mines, grenades, and other explosives. He had a .357 revolver just in case. He wore leather barding as well.

I had my hunting rifle, and combat shotgun, and was wearing my patched leather barding.

As we approached the building, I noticed several greenish-brown blobs moving in the distance, and brought out my binoculars.

"Seems they're green, and brown, 'Powder." I said, chuckling. "But the question is, for how long?" I floated out my hunting rifle, now fitted with the scope I had taken off the defiler's damaged rifle, and took aim.

"Wai-" Teacup started.

BANG! BANG!

Two heads, both a mixture of ugly green and browns, exploded in a shower of gore. I grinned, and took aim at the next mutant. I could faintly hear Teacup blubbering behind me, probably flabbergasted at my "shoot first" philosophy being thrown into the limelight.

BANG!

The side of a second mutant's face blew apart, causing it to lurch back, and it's other head to let loose a screech of pain.

BANG!

A miniature geyser erupted on it's side, dark red blood spurting out before it became a trickling wound.

BANG!

The second one dropped, it's second head staying intact.

I looked up from my scope and looked out ahead. "No more mutants outside? Bah." I slung my rifle, and began walking towards the abandoned military base, a grin pasted on my face.

"Uh, what tha hell?" I heard Black Powder say. "He always this happy when there's stuff to shoot? I was a little disturbed on the way here, but that..." He hesitated.

"Well..." I heard Teacup begin before I stopped listening. I had more important matters, such as this door in front of me.

"Locked?" I snorted, and prodded the door, testing it. "Hm. too thick to buck down..." I groaned. Picking locks was surprisingly necessary in my life it seemed. Even the overmare back home seemed to lock her keys in a room, or lose them altogether. Thankfully, Ronier remembered to pack the implements to pick the door. I motioned for her.

"Locked door?" She guessed. I nodded. "Alright. Let me get my stuff out and I'll get it." She said. Turning to reach into her bag.

"Naw, it'd be faster if I did it." I said, telekinetically lifting two pins and a screwdriver out of her bag. Ronier just gave me an annoyed look. I grinned back before turning to the door. "Now then..."

After breaking the first pin, I managed to open the door. Upon entering was a lobby, with a receptionist desk. A terminal sat on the desk, but its screen had been smashed. Upon raiding the drawers I found a box of bobby pins and pre-war coins, along with half-disintegrated documents and papers which I left to continue rotting.

We dove deeper into the facility, looking for supplies as we went. I was surprised by the lack of mutants, and thought it proper to voice my observation. Ronier gave a mirthless laugh, before telling me not to tempt fate.

"Really, it's like you want to get swarmed by the disgusting things." She said, the faux laughter gone.

"I just want to find m' family and get out of here...." Black Powder said, his voice quivering a little. "This place gives me the creeps."

I rolled my eyes, before I checked my EFS compass. I whistled and drew my combat shotgun. "Well, creep removal is on the house. Seems to be half a dozen behind this door." I grinned.

"Oh my..." Teacup said.

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My grin was pasted on my face like the blood on my barding. The muants had been almost too easy, but they bled. Oh did they bleed, all over the table, floor, walls. Glorious. Nothing useful was on the bodies, but the room did lead to an office for a military general. We all fanned out in the room, ronier rooting through the desk, teacup searching for medical supplies, and Black Powder sweeping the room entirely. Me? I found a weapons locker. I instantly retrieved the screwdriver and bobby pins and got to work. After breaking another pin, the lock clicked open and I examined the contents.

Several cases of ammunition of varying kinds, some basic assault rifles, and a locked gun case. I raised an eye at the gun case. Levitating my tools into position, I carefully tested the lock. Three pins later it opened to an absolutely gorgeous marksmen carbine. It had a dark blue body, with purple trim, and an even darker blue splotch on either side of the stock containing an image of a moon. Next to the weapon was a note, written in fancy, almost royal hoofwriting.

To General Evening Light

In honor of your recent work in the Trottingham Military Outpost, and prior outstanding service, it is an honor to present one of the weapons commisioned by myself, your Princess, as a gift and symbol of thanks. Use her well, for she was built by the finest in the Minestry of Wartime Technology, and is one of three arms built in honor of my rule. May She serve you well.

--Princess Luna

I stared. "Luna... Luna..." I mumbled to myself absently. 'Where did I know that name...? She was a princess... Oh! The two royal sisters, obviously!' I bonked myself in the head. 'Even foals knew that.'

I stared at the gun. "Commisioned by Princess Luna, wow..." I levitated it up and checked it's weight. Light, very light. But it felt solid, strong even. I looked down the scope, tested it in my telekinetic grip. It felt good. I slung it over my shoulder, before noting my pipbuck tagging it.

Lunar Eclipse

"How fitting..." I said. I looked at the note again, before tucking it into my saddlebag. Any gun commisioned by a princess would be worth carrying around, and keeping the note as a memento wouldn't hurt either.

More searching resulted in finding a closet full of military vests and combat barding. I was somewhat in awe, you'd think this stuff would have been picked clean by now.

I picked a dark blue vest from the closet and carefully slipped into it. I gingerly trotted around in it before folding up my leather barding and tucking it away.

I then decided to find a place to store the stuff I could not carry. This would be an amazing haul on the way out...

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