SUNWAVE
A Fallout: Equestria Mod Community GameA post-arcane holocaust adventure!
Once upon a time, in the magical land of Equestria...
…there came an era when the ideals of friendship gave way to greed, selfishness, paranoia and a jealous reaping of dwindling space and natural resources. Lands took up arms against their neighbors. The end of the world occurred much as we had predicted -- the world was plunged into an abyss of balefire and dark magic. The details are trivial and pointless. The reasons, as always, purely our own. The world was nearly wiped clean of life. A great cleansing; a magical spark struck by pony hooves quickly raged out of control. Megaspells rained from the skies. Entire lands were swallowed in flames and fell beneath the boiling oceans. Ponykind was almost extinguished, their spirits becoming part of the ambient radiation that blanketed the lands. A quiet darkness fell across the world...
…But it was not, as some had predicted, the end of the world. Instead, the apocalypse was simply the prologue for another bloody chapter in pony history. In the early days, thousands were spared the horrors of the holocaust by taking refuge in enormous underground shelters known as Stables.
But when they emerged, they had only the hell of the wastes to greet them. [Intro passage taken from the original, sans Stable 2]
Late night in the wastes. Almost no visibility without a torch (electrical or not,) but the sight of flickering floodlights to my right in a gap between some wrecked freight wagons was welcome. My E.F.S. Seemed inclined to agree as a little hollow triangle appeared on the compass.
As I got closer to the lights though, it was clear nopony was home. I was greeted by a protectapony painted Stable-Tec blue that, for a change,
didn't try to kill me. When I poked it with my revolver, all I got was it saying “Welcome to: Sunwave! Please behave yourself.”
I was confused to be honest. I'd never heard of a town called Sunwave, when I noticed the “86” crudely painted on the robot's flanks. A Stable town? What were they doing out here? I went further in, noting a depot made of scrap iron, piles of scrap, hunks of wood, and so on and so forth. I spotted a building labeled “Common House,” and went in.
A pair of stairs went up. Another two floors, by the looks of them. I picked one and went up, looking for a spot to sleep. The only cot that really stood out was one with a Ministry of Morale poster on the wall next to it and a steel chest that looked like time hadn't been very kind to, judging by the rust around the edges and the small hole rusted through the front. I was curious, and while I'm no unicorn, I was an okay enough lockpick. Years of having to get my little brother out of locked rooms he kept getting into somehow had seen to that.
It wasn't hard, no more than most locks back home anyway, all things considered. It takes a special kind of Earth pony to really learn lockpicking. A mouth to work the pins is all well and good, but hooves are clumsy with a screwdriver – or anything else that can't be safely tied to one's forelegs for that matter – even at the best of times.
Once it was cracked open at the cost of two bobby pins, I was greeted by a pile of holotapes. I remembered these things. My dad said they weren't nearly as good for storing important information. Not enough space. But they were far more durable than hologems thanks to their steel housing and didn't need a unicorn to impart information onto it. Had to have been the Ministry of Wartime Technology that designed them.
The first tape in the pile had a lable on it, “Blossom Rider – Sunwave 1.” Not having much else to do I took the tape out and set it on the cot before taking off my helmet, saddlebags, and bandoleer. Once I'd gotten free of the heavier stuff, I plugged in the tape and was greeted by a mare's voice from my PipBuck's speaker.
“Is this thing... Hrmmm... Oh, it already is! There we go! Uh, hello? Uhm, Hi there, whoever found this. I guess if you're listening, then that means there's nopony left in Sunwave. Can't say I'm surprised. My name's Blossom Rider by the way! Nice to meet you, er, you know what I mean.”
All I could do was chuckle. Off the beaten path in a place that seemed to be crawling with Army model robots and sprite-bots belching polka music, and here was some cheery mare recording like it wasn't even a big deal that they could die the same day.
“I'm the leader of the Sunwave Expedition, based out of Stable 86 in the Trident Valley. I'm leaving this recording to let the overseer know what happened if we weren't able to get home. Short version, we got attacked by some of Destrier's soldiers. Guess they didn't take well to Carbon killing their boss and trashing their base, huh?”
I couldn't help but cringe when she said my name.
“Anyway, We were... About two weeks from Shatterpoint I think? But between the slavers, feral ghouls, and raiders... Honestly I have no idea where we are at this point. The break in the mountains is a long way off now though. No way we can get back with what supplies and weaponry we have.”

“All we can do is try to bunker down and hope to whatever gods are out there that some caravan or another finds us by accident. Now, I'm normally a very optimistic mare, but... Well, all things considered, I'm not feeling quite as upbeat about our chances. There's seven of us at the time of this recording. Myself, Dazzle, Rouncey, Starsight, Crystal Waters, Coinstar, and Backblast. Might be others who got away from Destrier's soldiers, not sure.”
There had to have been for this village to spring up. I had to wonder how I hadn't seen this town in the distance before.
“We're going to keep the original name, such as it is. Chances are we'll be here for the long haul, so there's no reason we can't at least try to make it seem vaguely homey, right?”

Hello, and welcome to Sunwave.
If you've no interest in the likes of colorful midget horses maiming one another with machetes, trying to not be mauled by robots, avoid radiation poisoning, get eaten by ghouls, or blowing eachothers brains out with anti-tank rifles, please use the door to your right and kindly go fuck yourselves. Otherwise, welcome aboard, and keep any racy stuff under your hat. We don't need another Pineapple. Now that that's out of the way...
I am starting this for one simple purpose. I need something constructive to do until I can get my external drive relocated into my computer, and dwarves again seemed a bit... Well, redundant I suppose. I'll be making use of DF 34.11, with the last version of Fallout: Equestria that Lycaeon worked on; not to belittle Snail555, who put a ton of effort into trying to continue the mod plus updating it to v40.xx, but because I know everything in this version more-or-less works as intended and attacks are not left to chance – they're a guarantee.
With that said, let us meet our embark crew!
Blossom Rider
Sunwave's Unicorn Leader,
Optimistic and generally a cheery little git, Mare
Starsight
Unicorn hammerpony who has adopted “Honor before Reason” as his philosophy
Local Security Commander, Stallion
Crystal Waters
Earth pony water trawler and general laborer.
Fisherpony and General worker acting as Coinstar's assistant, Mare.
Backblast
Once a dig team supervisor, now just an Earth pony digger stuck in jackfuckistan.
Dig Team Leader, Stallion.
Dazzle
Unicorn seamstress who wanted to open a clothing store in the original outpost.
You see how well that plan went. Clothier/Leatherworker, Mare.
Rouncey
Rookie Security pony, and greatly hobbled in the role at that, being an Earth Pony.
Uses a machete, though he'd prefer to use something more spear-shaped. Stallion.
Coinstar
Earth pony who fancies himself a merchant
Really though he's just an okay-level scavenger, Stallion
Now, for some backstory as to what the hell happened to these poor schlubs prior to game start. Pardon the brevity and no narrative, but context is more important right now and I'll give you the broad strokes.
A slaver warlord named Destrier has recently, along with a large chunk of his forces, been reduced to a fine mushy/charred/bullet-ridden paste by a rather vengeful young lady named Carbon who is serving as our framing device. Fuck not with her family, lest ye become pounded into a fitting imitation of ground beef with power hooves. His main base, Stable 56, is currently abandoned due to aforementioned mare, but otherwise in okay shape. 50 or so ponies were sent out after learning of this to build an outpost between the now-derelict town of Shatterpoint (the gateway to the Trident Valley, where our ponies hail from,) and Stable 56, a place to rest and resupply if needed for the trip to the place.
See, the original goal was to either A. Restore the stable to fully working order, thus giving the Trident Valley ponies a stronghold outside their homeland from which to further spread their idea of civilized society, or B. Salvage the hell out of it if any broken critical systems were too broken to fix. However, one of Destrier's lieutenants, Courser, opted to hit the outpost with what guys he could scrap together, hoping to slow those meddling Stable ponies down while he regroups the rest of the army and rebuild after retaking Stable 56.
Following getting the shit beaten out of them, the survivors find themselves weeks from help in hostile territory, with only caravans that generally move along the mountain lowlands for safety's sake as any faint glimmer of hope. Who knows, maybe they'll manage to not die two seasons in.
Place your bets here folks. I got 300 Caps on dead by next winter. Fucked-level bets below.
Low: This a Splint fort, they'll be fine with this cheating git. 0 Bets
Medium-Low: Might get smacked around a bit, but they'll be fine in the long run. 0 Bets
Medium: I suspect half the population dead by next summer at least. 0 Bets
Medium-High: A few stragglers will keep the place technically functioning. 1 Bets
High: Dead by next winter. 2 Bet (2300 Caps)
Let's do this.