An alien, and mysterious creature has appeared suddenly in Ponyville. He claims to be harmless, but there is something dark, and foreboding about him. Even as the Ponies of the small town take in this stranger, Princess Celestia, and Princess Luna feel the need to investigate, and do whatever it takes to protect their loyal, and beloved subjects.

For decades, the Griffons have been at war with the ponies, not specifically the ponies though, just their ruler. They wish to free the ponies from their nigh brain-dead follower status of the fake-goddess tyrant that is Celestia. They have known that she doesn't do as she says she does, and have been trying to get the world to see it the way they've uncovered. By peaceful ways had seen impossible, thus they resorted to force. It has been a few years of terrible quietness on the front, but that is soon to end, with the only thing that could turn the tides, thrown into the fray.

The Terran Federation Battlecruiser 'Judgement of Syrinx' has been set off course by a projectile contact in the seconds before entry into warp-space. Ejected into the unknown of space far out of reach of their patrol route and Federation resupply, the 'Judgement of Syrinx' crash lands upon the surface of Equestria, in the frozen base of the crystal mountains. Her crew of nearly twenty-thousand stranded, they see little hope of return, and await starvation and constriction within the slowly-freezing husk of a ship. But ancient human philosophy has stated with solemn certainty that it is indeed darkest before the dawn.

All credit for pre-reading and editing of subject content to Gallade. Thanks man, thanks for all your help.

Over a millenium ago, a creature was dug up beneath the Crystal Empire—  a sleeping god. But now, the ancient creature is stirring, and fate will favour no one when it awakes.

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Life as a human clone has its ups and downs. Revived at each death by the ancient LifeNet systems, there is no fear of demise, no shortage of time and experience... No escape from consequences. Not everyone trusts the collar-wearing clones, of course, but trust has always been in short supply since the Fall.

In the nine years of his life, the clone named Kiako Lalene has never seen anything beyond the desolate Grand Canyon Province, and is no stranger to wastelands. But when a phenomenon of time and space deposits him in the Equestrian Wasteland, Kiako will need to adjust to more than just the new terrain. Without the Province, LifeNet, or any human contact, Kiako must learn to accept life as a foreigner in a new world... And moreover, accept his newly-gained mortality.

Notes: I would like to thank my editor and cover artist, Adam Novagen, for his work in pepping me up to finally submit my story and for proofreading everything I have dumped on him. Without him, I would not have become the writer I am now, or will hopefully be in the future.

I would also like to thank the people of the many Fallout Equestria communities for their time and effort in forming a place for like minded people to meet and share ideas with one another.

And last, but not at all least, to the one who started it all, Kkat.

A Fallen Earth x Fallout Equestria crossover.

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The Apple Family decides to plant wheat this year and end up with a surprise house guest.

How will the Apple clan handle having a wolf in their home? Let alone, a Wise Wolf that's obsessed with sweet succulent juicy apples?

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Yep, Spice and Wolf crossover. Wish me luck I'm gonna need it. If you like it, tell me why. If you don't like it, tell me why. Artist for image is roshichen

The key to power isn't immortality, nor is it strength, it is the simple spear and the will of the soldiers that wield it. Power to force peace, and war. Power to save, and kill. The standard-issue spear of the Royal, Lunar, and Solar guards are identical, and have been identical for hundreds of years, differing slightly only in style. They were passed down from their father, and his father, and his before him. Each has a story, and the oldest have a particularly interesting tale to tell...

A thousand years ago, we fought them with sharpened sticks. As you might've predicted, we lost. No, we didn't even put a dent in their numbers. But if there's one thing we humans were always good at, it's living in caves. No pony in their right mind would ever enter a cave. Too small, too dark, too dangerous.

But to us, it was a sanctuary.

Oh how we wished for a glorious final battle where our very species would be ingrained in myth, to be spoken of as mighty warriors that would rather face death than dishonor. Unfortunately, we faded away with barely an afterthought. The princesses returned to their thrones, and the ponies to their homes. Only the oldest of texts hints to our existence. Only the oldest of dragons have drawn human blood. Only a few beings clearly remember our faces.

Let us embrace the sunlight. Let us sleep under the moon. Let us smell the fresh scent of a spring forest. It is time my brother. Whether by eagle or by dove, we will return.

Let us march. The overworld is calling.

-The Key to Power.

The events recorded here are small snippets, from journals, transcripts, interviews, etc... All focusing on the history of humans. My name is Prof. R█████████ H██████, and we will be going on a little journey down memory lane.

They're a curious race, one filled with violence and love, honesty and greed. They're a chaotic species that managed to live in harmony. My personal journey started here, in the archives of the Manehattan University. I only have snippets, so if something appears in the middle, it's there because I organize my information in chronological order.

Are you ready?

Good. Let's go.

A child falls from the stars in a pod of steel, is saved by Luna herself, and is entrusted to the care of Captain Riot Shield, retiring Night Guardspony.

With instructions to make sure the child is healthy and happy until something comes to retrieve it, and no prior experience with children, let alone an alien child from the stars, Riot's facing what might be his hardest mission yet.

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In the brutal tundra of Northern Westeros, life is cruel.

The winters last longer than decades, the beasts are wild and deadly, the men are cruel and vicious, and the women aren't much better.

The people South of the tundra have no fear of the North though, as they're separated from the brutal wasteland by the single greatest defense built by men, The Wall. Legend says that the wall was built over 8000 years ago to hold back an enemy that brought ancient men to the brink of destruction during a war known as the Long Night. With The Wall manned by the great brotherhood known as the Night's Watch, mankind barely survived.

Now these enemies stir in the far North of the tundra, coming from beyond the furthest place on the map, The Haunted Forest. A shell of its former self the Night's Watch must send a team of its own through the Haunted Forest to try and save mankind.

What they find on the other side of the forest may surprise them though...

Humanity has had the urge to learn and understand since the dawn of their species as Homo Sapiens.  From the first telescopes and the study of the stars by sailors, to the colonization of new worlds, Human beings have pursued the unquenchable thirst for knowledge in all of its forms, no matter what the cost.

Now, in the year 4025, long after Humanity began expanding their reach into the deep expanse of space, a new world is found that defies all laws of physics and reality...