i had another foe story come to me in a dream so i had to write it out in green form

>lounging in the sacked out old reclining chair i inhaled the cigarette's gift into my lungs
>the rad clouds in the distance threatened another forest fire in the hills as they boomed and crackled with green lightning between themselves
>i exhaled a thin jet of white smoke and sighed
>had been a slow day
>in between scouting looting prospects our crew decided to take a day or two to recoup and organize our inventory for selling run later in the week
>hardsides, gearbox and i were scavvers, grouped in a pact to survive alongside each other against the wasteland
>and having recently set up shop in this half ruined parking garage, we found it served well as a base of operations
>imagine the previous occupants thought so too before we aired em out
>chuckling to myself at the memory i heard a carriage approach around the side of the building
>funny cuz the next caravan rolling through isnt due for another week
>snuffing out my smoke underhoof and slipping on my battle saddle i quickly made my way out the security room to greet our guests
>it sounded like whoever it was rode around back
>and around back they were
>upon seeing it was two heavily armored looking stallions i hid behind a support pillar out of their view
>they parked their carriage and the shotgun rider was in the middle of helping the pony who was pulling the wagon out of his tack
>they were pulling an appaloosan style covered wagon
>not out of place for the area but strange for types decked out how they were and the wagon was strangely clean
>my ears swiveled to clopping on concrete behind me as my forehoof met the chest of gearbox stopping him in his tracks
>"aw shit slick, i was meant to be on watch i know but i just wanted a little shuteye before-"
>i shushed him as he half racked the bolt on his SMG with his magic
>pointing with a hoof to the covered wagon we both peaked around the corner
>the stallions were out of view now
>behind the slag heap and dumpsters where they parked near maybe?
>something new caught my attention though
>several somethings actually
>mares, peaking with wild eyes through the flap on the side of the wagon
>and apparently we hadnt been as sneaky as i first assumed as one of those sets of eyes met mine
>"YOU THERE PLEASE HELP US, BY THE TWO SISTERS PLEASE HELP!!!"
>one of the mares screamed
>"THEYRE GOING TO KILL US YOU HAVE TO SAVE US!!"
>wailed another mare before the stallions announced their return with a gunshot that made the mares hide inside the wagon once more
>slinking back behind the pillar fully i had to collect my thoughts as my heart hammered in my chest
>"well who are they slick? slaves and slavers?"
>my companion asked while pushing his glasses up his nose
"maybe, but we're far out of slaver territory..."
>that just begged the question why anypony would be carting captured ponies way out this way
>better yet it brought to mind what to do now