Equestria has been torn apart by war; torn apart by greed. By selfishness. By Jealousy. The wastelands are corrupted with Raiders, Mercenaries, and Outlaws that continue to do damage. But when a changeling, suffering from amnesia, wakes up in Stable 7 with no memories of his past, or of who he is. Hope has been found. Not only for the wastelands, or the filly he's helping, but for Equestria as a whole.

Loved Kkat's Fallout: Equestria as well as ALL the fallout games so I've decided to make one myself.

This will also be a choice driven story. At the end of every chapter, there would be three choices ranging from Good (+good karma -bad karma), Neutral (-good karma and -bad karma), and Evil (-good karma, +bad karma). The choices made will influence the Lone Changeling's behavior as well as the ones around him and the decisions made will affect the story.

I like to think of the Company as an island of order and sanity in a sea of chaos, selfishness and irrationality. My fellow soldiers tell me I'm a damn foal, and an idealist, and I white-wash the mercenaries of the Black Company in ways that doesn't serve either the Company or them. But I've been given the role of Annalist, in the absence of anyone better-suited and properly lettered, so until they take the Annals away from me, I'm going to write them as I see fit. The Company has been my home since it forcefully recruited me from my unending apprenticeship, and I've seen more interesting medicine in the years since then than a hundred apothecaries, a dozen chirurgeons, or three other doctors with, pfft, "degrees". Most of it screaming for its mama and bleeding out on my surgery table.

They call me Sawbones, and this is the story of the last of the Black Companies.

The Talon Companies are known throughout the Equestrian Wastes. Griffin mercenary companies tracing their lineage back to before the Great War, now fulfilling their contracts in a world full of opportunities.

But what happens when the time comes for such a company to select a new leader? This is the time of succession. This is the time... of Fire & Blood.

Anyone who survived the destruction of Equestria at the hooves of her enemies remember where they were, but the dead remember too.

This story is a sequel to Fallout: Equestria: Before The Bombs Fell

When Knick-Knack, a scavenger and adventurer, finds a memory orb revealing a secret, pre-war stronghold, untouched since the days of the royal sisters, but when he realises that the defences of the fortress are too much for him to handle, he relies on the aide of a cornocopia of mercenaries, thieves, assassins and psyscopaths.

After a simple job together, Noria, a pony with a knack for adventure decides to follow Ghost, an experienced mercenary throughout the wasteland as he heads to the city known as Stalliongrad. One is simply looking for an adventure, while the other is looking for something a bit more personal. Throughout their adventures they'll make new friends, relentless enemies, and discover that sometimes a job isn't as simple as it was made out to be.

(Cover art by the always amazing Turtledude.)

"This is a tale said around many a camp fire here in the Mojave. Some will tell you its a tall tale made up by drunken caravaners to past the time on the long and winding roads, but this is a true story. So come take a seat by the fire I have a fresh piece of mole rat in the pot if you care to indulge me with an audience... the story is of the strange pair..."

Thank you to frieD195 for editing and making it look pretty!
Will add tags as they come up.

A rewrite is coming soon. Please don't read this how it stands, it's bad.

T for Teen. Violence, and Major swearing. Fallout 3 crossover, because it hasn't been done before.

The NCR Veteran Ranger, Elite Class, Capt. Michael Denton was seen as a kind and honorable man by wasteland standards. Until it finally broke him. His reason for joining the NCR changed. He used means that would be considered monstrous to defeat his enemies and complete his objective. The NCR saw this and decided to use him as a weapon. Haunted by the death of his sister and his government using him, Michael turned into a monster. But after a mission gone wrong Michael found himself and his team trapped by raiders inside an underground research facility and his life was about to take an unexpected turn.

A mysterious Unicorn makes a portal to the Mojave Wasteland, the balance of power in the Mojave is slowly shifting to an unknown force.

A power even stronger than Mr. House, even stronger than the NCR or Caesar's Legion. Factions from all over are being wiped out, there was no one to stop this threat.

The Wasteland would need an army.

Or a trigger happy mailman and an ex-unicorn with magic.

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This is just a side project for a friend and to keep my writing skills(like I have any) sharp until I can figure out how the hell I'm going to finish the new chapter of Why Rainbows Make Me Cry.