As Homage closed the safe, I took notice of the last item mounted inside the safe.  It was some sort of magical energy pistol, but not of any make I had ever seen, and with a grip that wouldn’t fit in any pony’s mouth.

Curiosity sparked, I asked Homage about it.

“Long story,” she told me.  “One night, Jokeblue and I were poking our hooves around Fetlock, trying to find a Stable we’d heard rumors about, when there was a strange explosion that lit up the clouds above.  At first, we thought it was thunder, but then all sorts of debris started raining out of the sky.  Chunks of the strangest sky-wagon you ever laid eyes on.  We took cover in a burned-out passenger wagon.  When it was over, I found that thing amongst the rubble.”  Homage chuckled.  “Okay, maybe not that long a story.”

“What is it?”

“Nastiest magical gun the Equestrian Wasteland has ever seen to my knowledge.  One shot from that thing will turn whatever you hit into vapor.  And not like the magical energy weapons you’ve seen, which do that only once in a blue moon.  Every.  Single.  Time.”  Homage actually sounded scared of the gun.  “I believe you could kill a dragon with one shot from that thing.”  And with those words, so did I.

Fallout: Equestria Chapter 20