Sometimes, the wasteland listens to what you want and gives it to you with all four hooves.  I had barely backed away from the terminal, stomping around angrily as I tried to gather enough focus to move the desk, when my barricade exploded inwards with fury and shrapnel!  Blood and agony burst from my body as I was thrown back against the wall.  My head slammed into the armory cage and for a moment, I lost consciousness.  The slavers had launched a missile at the door!

Fallout: Equestria Chapter 7