Fallout: Equestria Resource

I didn’t have to wait long to know what she meant. About ten minutes later, as we crouched in the cover of a broken sales bench, the pale grey light from the clouds was blotted out by the massive form of a black, anvil-shaped Enclave mobile fortress. Four great thunderclouds spanned out from it, two on each side. The ruined Manehattan street was rendered in stark black and white as massive bolts of lightning arced between them. Attached to each storm cloud was a Raptor. On each Raptor, one of the clouds holding it aloft had merged into one of the flying fortress’s broiling thunderclouds. The undercarriage of the massive ship bristled with weapon turrets. I could make out several large doors capable of dropping war chariots or bombers or troops by the scores.

“What. The. Hell…!?” Couldn’t we, just once, get a break?

We got a sonic rad-boom, the little pony in my head reminded me. What more do you want?

Even Pyrelight let out a low whistle.

“That’s the Glorious Dawn,” Calamity said in soft awe as the huge ship passed over the Manehattan Ruins.

Noticing that we were all staring at him, Calamity coughed. “Thunderhead-class mobile siege platform,” he explained.

“You said the Enclave only had four of those,” I pointed out, hoping I didn’t sound accusatory.

“Ayep. An’ two o’ ‘em are permanently assigned. One’s at Neighvarro an’ the other is the home o’ the High Council.”

I did the math. Both Calamity and Pride had referred to an Enclave “regiment” as four Raptors and accompanying troops -- the amount that could be carried and deployed by a Thunderhead. A full regiment had descended on Maripony just before the bomb went off, bringing a member of the High Council with them. Probably the regiment attached to the High Council’s own personal Thunderhead. Hundreds of ponies, Commander Winter had said.

I felt a little sick.

f1r3w4rr10r wrote:If you want to see some already done concept art, have a look at this.