New Appleloosa
Red Cross, or lovingly known to the ponies of New Appleloosa as "Doc was busy trying to treat the injuries of a pony couple that came lucky enough to pass through town.
"I would assume Raiders was the cause of this... Correct?" He asked, looking up to the mare as he wrapped some magical bandages around her hind leg. The mare slowly nodded as she tried not to look at her injuries, especially the injuries of her now almost mummified companion.
"Well, luckily, your injuries aren't too severe... But you'll want to keep off of that leg until morning. Feel free to stay here until you're well... But you need to be more careful..." Red Cross suggested. He then looked over to the heavily bandaged stallion, "Your companion, however... I've not seen injuries like his before... I'll have to look do some studying for some information on how to treat them...
"Th-they used some kind of weapon that fired a green blast... It melted whatever they shot at..." The mare informed, Red looked back to her at the thought of this... Raiders? With weapons like that? Highly unlikely... He headed into his office and began searching through his books, seeing that the only book that mentioned anything on magical energy weapon related injuries was worn down and rendered unreadable from age.
Marejave Wasteland
Blue Shield had trotted through the wasteland, gazing in the distance to see what looked like a group of entertained raiders. He pulled out a sniper rifle scope and laid down on a dune to conseal himself. He pointed the scope in their direction and focused it over to them, seeing that they were kicking something. He couldn't tell what it was until he slowly lowered the scope to see what it was, slowly clicking the scope into focus. He saw a small blue filly with purple mane covering her head, trying to protect herself as she cried out for help. Blue Shield felt a burst of rage as he tried to bottle his anger, sliding his one and only stealthbuck into his pipbuck and quickly crept up to the group. Grabbing the handles of his battle saddle in his mouth, he decided to use S.A.T.S, a program in his pip buck he rarely used, to attack the raiders while minimalizing the chances of inadvertantly unjuring the filly. He bit down on the trigger, spraying a blanket of large calibur rounds at the two raiders, tearing the two apart and painting the poor filly in blood. He trotted forward, manually deactivating the stealthbuck, letting his presence be known. Gunsmoke hissed from the battle saddle as he slowly trotted toward the now red, fearful filly.
"It's alright little one... You've no reason to be afraid of me." He said, slowly kneeling to the filly. She looked up with her sapphire blue eyes filled with tears as she quickly jumped up and gave Blue Shield a wholehearted hug.
"Th-thank you mister!!!" She cried, Blue gently wrapped his hoof around the filly as his wings unfurled, and then he looked at the poor filly, seeing as she had a wing torn off and she was in a great deal of pain, but tried to ignore it.
"Don't thank me yet... You need to get that fixed." He said, pulling out a small syringe of pain killer, "What's your name, Little Bird?" He asked, quickly giving the filly the injection which quickly took effect.
"S-star dust..." She squeaked, trying to ignore the pain of the needle. She quickly felt alot calmer as the pain killer took effect.
"My name's Blue Shield... C'mon, let's get you somewhere safe... I'll ask more questions once you're safe." He said with a warm smile. He took the severed wing of the filly in his mouth as he held her in his forehooves, carrying the filly as he flew to the closest town.



