Fallout Equestria: The Kingdom

"Novae, drag your flank over here!" Jay called out zebra mare.
With sigh Novae return to Jayne.
"How did you 'adventure' went?"
"Better, than expected...there are actually reasonable ponies, who don't care if you're zebra." She smiles.

Eve quickly trots away into an unoccupied tent. She would prefer having the tent to herself, but knew that she probably wouldn't be afforded the luxury of a peaceful, un-disturbed night of sleep.

Cast Iron walks up to Painkiller. "If you need a tent I'd be willing to share mine. We're already somewhat acquainted, so it wouldn't be like being around a complete stranger."

Mincemeat steps over to the large wooden Chest, hoisting open the lid and climbing inside, "Well, goodnight." He says to no one in particular before shutting the lid.

Painkiller chews on his radroach meat and answers in the Giant's native tounge, "As long as you don't snore." He leans in as close as he can get and swallows, "You don't snore do you?"

Cast Iron looks off in thought for a moment. "Not zat I know of. If do I start snoring, wake me up."

Jayne was lying on his bedroll and Novae's was near him.
"Would you provide some cover?" Novae said with smile, while settling on her bed roll.
Jayne sighed and extended his wing over Novae.
"Thanks, dad." She said laying her head on the bed roll.

"Good, then you and I'll get along just fine. "

Painkiller inclines his head speaking Eqquish, "Lead the way."

"Hey you two!" one of the griffin guards shouted from a tower, pointing a talon at Jayne and Novae. "Yeah, you, the griffin and the zebra! Captain said IN a tent!"

Cast Iron picks his belongings up in his magic and trots away to a tent near the edge of the camp. He turns his head slightly to address Painkiller as he walks. "I'm fairly certain zat you already zought of zis, but keep your belongings on your side of the tent. I've met ponies who were smart as a whip, as you say, but lacked common sense, so just in case."

Blackwing stepped in front of Searchlight, glaring down at him over his beak. "I said get in a tent, ghoul. I don't care if you sit up all night, just pick one and stay in it."

Sigh. Shoots angry look at guard. "Like any of you would care.." He said under his breath.
"Come on, let's find some tent to sleep in..or this overzealous folks get angry.."
Quickly packs their both bed rolls and start looking for tents.

Painkiller nods his head, "Reminds me of a pony who did not bring his water."

He peeks a head in the tent ahead of Cast Iron, pulls off his saddlebags and stuffs them down to the foot of his bedroll. He doesn't bother to disrobe as he clambers in after his bags and the glow from his cyber eyes dim, "Goodnight"

Cast Iron goes to his side of the tent. "Night."

Jay looks in one tent, finding there only one pony..just like in other one. Jay flexes a little. "Mate, do you mind getting your ass to another tent, huh? There are just nice cozy place in next tent." He asked politely, yet in such voice, that doesn't accept rejection.
Pony quickly took his stuff and fled to other tent.
"Mission accomplished." He hold 'door' of tent for Novae to come in.
"We could sleep in separate tents..."
"And let someone sleep beside you? Never."
Giggle. "One day you will reconsider that statement." Novae said, lying down on bed roll.

Crusher finds a random tent, walks in, and shuts down, much to the irk of the two ponies already in it.

*A few hours later*

"All guards get in the towers and watch your sectors. Load up hollow points!" Blackwing shouted over the camp, his voice echoing between the walls. "If it's got a gun, shoot it."

A cacophony of locking slides and clicking safeties rang out over the camp as griffins dashed to their assigned towers, each glaring over the Wasteland with the eyes of a...griffin... When they were all in place, a disturbing silence fell over the camp, and the tension within the walls built to a breaking point.

After a few minutes of utter silence and stillness, a distant crack sliced through the night and was answered with the screech of one of the guards as he fell backwards from the tower. An instant later, the air exploded with the sounds of gunfire both distant and near.

Crusher boots back up, his lights flaring to life.
"Great. What's going on now?"

"Oh, joy..."
"Wha-what's happening?"

Quiver jumps to his hooves and runs to the firepit, using his wings for an extra boost.
"What is going on?! We are under attack, aren't we?!"