Fallout Equestria: The Kingdom

"Oh, you know, money problems," He says, sadly, "My Mare had a gambling problem, and when she couldn't pay they took her and my son away. I was run out of town until I could pay back her debt."

Crusher perks up at hearing Mince's story and sits down near the two others.

He let's out a sarcastic chuckle, "Oh yeah, real close. After four years the closest I got was up to a thousand caps - and I was robbed right afterwords."

He smiles without humor, "She only lost about 800 or so caps in the Casino's, but they claimed I owed them 2500 because of 'interest'." He taps his chin, "Knowing those fuckers they've probably been counting interest this whole time. The price would be astronomical, if not for the fact that I'm sure they killed her a long time ago."

Crusher stands up, and racks his rifle, making a determined beep at that.

"I am sorry to hear zat. I lost vat could be considered my family a little more zan a month ago." He says, trying to empathize.

"I'm... very sorry to hear that as well, Cast."

He looks at Crusher. "Well it's not like I gave up hope right away. I've been out here for four years trying to get the caps. They'd have no reason to keep her alive that long unless they found some use of her."

He looks away, "Like a slave..." He grimaces, "Or a prostitue..." He winces, "... Or some deviant bastard's sex toy!" He covers his face with his hooves.

He puts a hoof on Minces shoulder. "Hey, keep it togezer. It vill not do any good to start losing control...Just remember zat you have a friend to talk to if you need to vent or anyzing."

"Right. 'Course." He clears his throat, and looks at Crusher, "You're a pretty cool Robot, y'know that?"

"That... really depends on what you mean by 'martial prowness'?" He asks, confused.

"Can you fight?" he clarifies. "Zat ability is expected at least out of native Germane, not sure about zeir descendants."

"Hm. Well, I -can- fight, I just think that removing myself from a situation like that is much better for my health. That's just me personally. Fried is a VERY militarisitc place - plenty of weapons you don't find in the rest of Equestria - the major MoWT factories were all there, see."

He nods his head, "There's The Blood Fiends, The Fried Knights, The PAZI, The Boom-Boom Clan, Shorfen-Smokers, and The Mulchers. Those are the major tribes that run the city. Of course there's hundreds of warring gangs as well.

Basically, there's very few ponies in Fried who AREN'T part of some gang or another. So to answer your question, they are very Martially Prow."

Crusher nods.
"Ya know, we could always just go back to Fried if needed, I'm pretty sure between all of us we have enough firepower to get your wife and kids back."

"I dunno. We'd never be able to take them head on - not without some significant casualties. We're talking about the biggest casino mob-bosses in Fried - They have a lot of casualties."

He shakes his head, "Besides, I can't ask you guys to do something like that for me."

He looks away and grumbles, "Doubt half of you would agree to it in the first place..."

"Well... I'm sure it'll come up sooner or later." He says, skeptically, "But for now we have other priorities." He nods his head to the Ponyville survivors.

Nods at both, beeping in agreement.
"Hmmm... "

Cast Iron grunts and replaces his helmet, still slightly annoyed at the gash on its front across the Teutonic cross. "Let us get zis moving vunce more, shall vee?" he says to Crusher and Mince. He walks up to the rear of the wagon where the injured are. "Vee are going to start moving everyvun into zeh bar over zere." he says with a gesture to the building. "Zose of you who can valk do so, zose of you who cannot vill be assisted." he says to them.

Crusher walks up to the wagon and takes a mare or two on its back, and carries them to the bar.

Most of the mares climbed out of the cart and walked over to the bar with the colts and filly, but 3 of them couldn't get themselves standing. Two went with Crusher while the last stayed in the back staring at her severed hoof with a hopeless expression.

Cast puts the last mare on his back and walks to the bar.

[Perception 5] Once inside the bar, Cast looks for a place to set the mare.

The bar is mostly empty, with the floor being clear of debris. The counter is mostly intact and a 4 stools sit along it.

Cast sets the mare down in the floor. "Hey, do you need anyzing to eat or drink?" He says to her softly.

The mare sadly shook her head. "I'll be okay."

"If you need anyzing just let us know." says with a nod and a smile. He walks over and takes a seat on one of the bar stools.

Quiver drags a clean mattress from one of the shacks and places it near the entrance to the bar. Wearily, he lays on the mattress while keeping a watchful eye on approaches into town.

Crusher sets the two mares down next to the other one.