Eissen
would sigh, his saddlebags full of random junk, ammo, and chems to
sell. He had come across an old military instillation, a bunker that
went underground. Nothing was alive, mind you, the place just stunk
of death, and pre-war mold. The orange unicorn would take a seat, by
a terminal he passed on the way in, mumbling to himself as his horn
light up and keys starting to move.
He'd
boot it up, the terminal offering no resistance to him access it,
giving its info easily. One was a door lock

It
was a warm, wasteland day as a small buidling, on the edge of a city,
would become noisy with the calling out of a certain Stable suit clad
Unicorn, looking for his friend who decided it would be funny to hide
from him. Damnit mare..
"Duuuuuuuusty?
Duuuuuuuuuuustttttyyyyyyyy?" Eissen would call out, trotting
around the small building that him and the earth pony named Dusty
Shelfs currently resided in. The mare had disappeared while he was
out scavanging, and currently his saddleba