Ok so I wanted to try smth different, basically I’m gonna be doing a small post/series on my characters backstories and where they are todays starting with my first oc Star Paladin Applebutter
AppleButter was born into the Apple lineage. A bloodline synonymous with resilience, leadership, and sacrifice dating back to pre-war Equestria. His family being hoof deep in history.
The Apple name carries weight within the Rangers. His great great grandfather, Paladin Red Apple, was known for safeguarding critical infrastructure from raider and Enclave interference during the early days of the Wasteland’s collapse. His father, Scribe Golden Harvest, upheld that legacy with unwavering discipline, while his mother, Knight Sergeant Green Apple, became respected for her tactical planning and logistical coordination.
He trained and proved himself formally into the Steel Rangers and quickly distinguished himself in heavy weapons specialization and defensive fortification strategy. By age twenty five, he had earned the rank of Knight, serving under Star Paladin Ironclad Dawn in a unit assigned to defend critical pre war technological sites from raider encroachment.
Finally he would be deployed to one of his first official missions
The mission itself seemed straightforward:
secure and hold an aging hydroelectric power facility a relic of pre war infrastructure rumored to contain salvageable energy cores and intact data banks.
Instead, it became a siege.
Raiders descended in overwhelming numbers, far more organized than anticipated. Communications were jammed. Reinforcements never came. The facility’s outer perimeter collapsed within hours.
AppleButter’s unit fortified the turbine chamber and held their ground.
One by one, Rangers fell.
A Knight crushed beneath collapsing catwalk debris.
Another cut down covering a breach in the coolant hall.
A scribe executed while attempting to preserve data archives.
The fighting stretched through the night smoke, flickering emergency lights, the deafening roar of failing generators echoing through steel corridors.
Finally it was only One knight and one paladin left. The two fought tooth and nail not for the objective…but for survival. They had finally managed to get outside of the power plant failing the mission, however the paladin was struck through one of his power armors joint causing him to bleed.
He turned to butters and gave him one final order.
“Retreat, I’ll hold them off.”
Reluctantly…he obeyed. Turning tail and running as the sounds of gunfire echoed throughout the wasteland before finally stopping……
What had happened was a raider got ahold of a flamer, using a pulse grenade to shut the paladins armor down temporarily before essentially cooking him inside his own armor becoming nothing but a darkened black hull of armor. To this day it can be found. Some calling it “The Paladins Rest” a reminder to Applebutter of his loss if not just a mentor, not just a leader, but somepony he considered a father.
To this day he still serves the rangers, not because he wants to. But because he believed it’s what his mentor would’ve wanted.