Fallout Equestria: Demon of the Wasteland

Jäger was busying adding in his new pieces to his armory when a certain thing came up and inquired about specifically one of his newest guns. He gave the little (at least compared to him) pyro a questioning look for a minute until he realized she must have been referring to the bright orange flare gun that was currently held in his prosthetic hoof. With a shrug though, he hefted the little weapon over to the over-zealous pony before continuing to holster his new guns. "Shure, vhy not? Ish not like hy can hyuse effreh gun ve come acrosh at deh shame time hor anehtink," Jäger commented before standing back up and holstering his ax. "Sho den, ve ish readeh to go?" Jäger asked with barely a glance towards the extent of the cybernetics on the other pony. Though they certainly looked sleeker and more pony like than his clunky prosthetic foreleg or the pair of wings on his back. The only 'added' part that actually managed to look like it was still pony was one of his back legs, and that was because it had been somepony else's at some point. Still, he wasn't here to compare scars, he was here to hunt a demon and all too excited to get back underway towards it.

Civviq smiled at Neon in thanks for the sniper rifle ammunition. She put it in her saddlebags along with the other ammunition. During the fight, she wasn´t hit critically - well, she did have a few scrape wounds. But the radiation she still had in her was enough for it to let it heal so she mainly ignored it. Her old bones were quite resilient. She put the rest of the scraps away for later. She already saw a few parts that could be useful for fixing stuff.

As Viola tore off her cloak, Civviq watched the mechanics of her prosthetics, wondering how she got them and why. She wasn't really sure if she actually wanted to know, either. Ugly wounds bear ugly pasts, something she could relate to. She sat down next to the cyberpony, still keeping her eye out for sudden new threats, and watched Jäger's eagerness with slight yet silent worry.

Sacred looked at Viola warily for a moment, raising an eyebrow when she tore off her cloak. He eyes then widened as she saw her wing and everything back from her flanks metal. Her mouth gaped slightly as she stared before quickly shaking her head. "Yeah...okay." She quickly put the health potion back in her satchel, glancing back at the cyberpony. Pegasus...A sudden question swam through her head as she looked. She'd have to ask it later but for now, she might as well find something useful from the raiders.

She glanced around for a moment making sure there were no red bars before taking off her helmet and flying a little ways up above the encampment. Though she liked her EFS, she also liked not to have her vision behind a helmet the whole time. She looked down at the mess they had all made and sighed. She couldn't believe she gave up her fluffy cloud home for this...But there was just something...something about...Something about the encampment that caught her eye. A small bit of metal under some rubble.

Curious, she flew down to the pile of rubble, setting her helmet down and digging through the rubble. To her surprise it was badly damaged Enclave scouts armor. Curious... She tapped a hoof against her muzzle for a moment before starting to strip it of parts that weren't as well maintained as it should have been. She then put the parts in her satchel and was about to fly off when she saw the jars of fresh food...Enclave food. She had been rather...occupied with the interesting pile of rubble to not have noticed it. Why was enclave armor and enclave food doing in a raider camp...She tried to search her memory for anything at all as she put on her helmet and grabbed a couple jars of food. This was going to bug her as she trotted back to the rest of the group. "Enclave armor...Enclave food...Why is it here?!" She stomped a hoof against the ground, her mouth twisted into a frown.