*This story is a crossover with Metro 2033 and has nothing to do with My Little Metro. If you have no idea what Metro 2033 is, it's basically like a Russian version of Fallout, minus VATS, but plus a LOT of creepy things.*
After successfully destroying "The Dark Ones", Artyom returns to his home station for some much needed R&R. After resting for a good while, he wakes to find himself in a different place, a place untainted by the war that tore his homeland apart, a place inhabited by...talking ponies.
Synopsis:
In the aftermath of the Changeling incursion of Canterlot during the marriage of Shining Armour and Princess Mi Amore Cadenza, Equestria gears itself for war against the Changeling menace. Against a foe that can take the shape of anypony, assume their life, and undermine Equestria from within, the Royal Pony Sisters create a new institution to monitor their Royal Guard for any Changeling corruption, cowardice, and incompetence: the Commissariat. As total war rages across the land one hero stands out above the rest; Commissar Blueblood, hero of Equestria. Or at least that's what the propaganda says. The truth, as ever, is far more complex, as the esteemed Blueblood is merely looking for an easy and sedate life. Unfortunately, fate has a habit of throwing him into increasingly dangerous and suicidal missions, which he must survive with a combination of self-preservation, lying, and sheer blind luck, even if doing so only fuels his soaring reputation!
Author's Note:
Alright, please read this bit. This is an MLP/Ciaphas Cain (Warhammer 40,000) crossover, sort of... You see, rather than try and mash these two very different universes together in a clumsy way I have instead transcribed the writing style, character personalities, and a handful elements from the Ciaphas Cain novels into MLP, most obviously transplanting Ciaphas Cain's personality into Blueblood (don't worry hopefully it'll make sense) and the existence of the Commissariat. This will be firmly rooted in MLP, so no power-armoured ponies and no oppressive grim darkness. I suppose this story might have some dark elements in it, since we are talking about total war, but certainly not to the level that 40k is infamous for. At any rate, this means you won't need an encyclopaedic knowledge of the 40k universe to follow the story, or even any knowledge of 40k at all.
Will add tags and characters as they appear in the story (or remove them where necessary, characters may be relegated to side characters and therefore removed from tags as the story progresses)
Cover art done by me.
Proofread and edited by the always dependable Setokaiva, who helps translate my barely coherent ramblings into something resembling a cohesive story.
Lord Sapphire lays dead and Tacksworn is in ruins, but Chiphoof Irontail has come home to his adoptive father, Sharptooth the dragon. Amidst the destruction and chaos, the community and the circles of friendship within must rise again to face an uncertain future. The young scion of the Diamond Expanse Clan must now face his greatest threat as the forces of war build to a crescendo. With his friends by his side, together they will uncover forbidden mysteries and face off against ancient powers that have lain dormant for centuries.
It's the year 2020, and millions of people are raging about the new game console known as Nervegear, which will literally take a player's mind into the game. But thousands of bronies are raging about a new pony game made for the Nervegear. After several months of waiting, the game is released, as a way for the players to actually travel to Equestria as ponies themselves.
But... things become screwy when Discord appears. Whether it was in the game design or not, this being of chaos has gained control over the virtual Equestria, trapping every brony wearing Nervegear inside the game. However, there is one way to get out. The bronies in the game must find and acquire the Elements of Harmony, which Discord has hidden throughout all of Equestria. But there is one drawback: If a player dies in the game, then the Nervegear will fry their brains in the real world, killing them on the spot.
This idea was given to me from the Japanese Anime, "Sword Art Online." Please, no hate comments for this fact.
Rather than being terrified at the news of a failed changeling invasion, Trixie was intrigued by the idea of a race of illusionists. If there was one thing she could respect, it was a convincing illusion. As soon as she heard they made their home in the Badlands, her path was clear.
Days later, she hasn't learned any magic. Strangely, she's found that she doesn't mind.
(The OC tag refers to a changeling.)
Cover art is a mashup of vectors by Ackdari and Dr. Fluttershy
Hello!
My name is T. I was the tiniest troll in village. Trolls are mean. It is the life of troll to be mean. It is how it is.
Then I found orange pony, and pony isn't mean. Pony are nice. Orange pony shows me other ponies and I like ponies. The other trolls found out I like ponies, and trolls are mean. Trolls says I love pony so much, I go live with pony. I say I am troll not pony, they say "NO!" I go live with pony, I only return if I eat pony.
But I say I do not eat pony be-cause they are nice and not mean! So they tell me to leave.
Now I lives with with the ponies. The ponies are nice and teach T how to read and write and all about friend-ship. Purple, pink, orange, white, rainbow, and butter pony are all nice to T. Purple pony tell me to keep practice writing, so I practice writing.
I said "What do I write?" They say "What-ever I want."
T the tiniest troll writing what T wants.
It makes T very happy.
-T, the tiniest troll
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This story is a epistolary, "a story that is told through reading letters from characters to each other (or to someone else)." Thank AppleJinx for the word of the day.
Cover art by Conicer
Jace's home of Ravinca is destroying itself. The guilds are at war with one another over a small piece to an ancient puzzle hidden within the Dragon's Maze. None of the guilds have the piece, and Jace knows this, yet the Guild Leaders won't even acknowledge his requests for presence. He then decides to pursue the piece on his own, finding it in the hands of a human Pyromancer, named Chandra. After stealing it from her, she pursues him across a variety of planes. Jace then makes a fatal mistake, causing him to rift to a realm no planeswalker has ever come across: Equestria.
Commander Shepard has been through a lot, but now that the Reaper War's over he can finally relax and take a little R&R, right? Soak up the sun, grab a few drinks, spend some quality time with Tali, introduce a new race to the galaxy... wait, what?
In the aftermath of the war, a new species has been discovered amidst the destruction and fire. A species that have access to powers never seen before, powers which could prove vital to the continuation of galactic survival.
The Citadel Council has elected to send Shepard, along with the rest of the crew of the Normandy, to introduce Equestria to the universe outside of their solar system.
Now Shepard must wade through obstructive bureaucrats, antagonistic journalists, and the odd, angry prince in order to bring Equestria into a new age of space and adventure.
So settle in, it's going to be one hell of a vacation!
Ravnica. City of guilds. Sprawling ecumenopolis. The lovechild of Ankh-Morpork and Coruscant. If Dominaria is the heart of the Multiverse, then Ravnica is its liver, a place with a thousand purposes, none of them particularly appetizing.
The plane is already home to humans, goblins, vedalken, elves, merfolk, and more besides. Who's to say ponies weren't there the whole time? The ponies certainly aren't. Versatile as humans, colorful as rainbows, and innocent as any other Ravnican, they've found their way into each and every guild. But even when the guilds would separate them into distinct factions, the magic of friendship connects them. This is the story of those connections and how they encircle Ravnica as much as any magical path across the plane.
(Character tags will be added as the characters in question make themselves known. Story image definitely doesn't reflect who's where.)







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