This is a side story to my Fallout Equestria fic, Trigger to Tomorrow. Crossfire, a notorious member of the Skull City Drifter's Guild, is a mare who only cares about caps and her next job. But who was she before that? How did she come to live in Skull City and call the Drifter's Guild home? This story shows this mares origins, focusing on her arrival in the Skull City Wasteland, and the events leading up to her appearance in Trigger to Tomorrow.

A stormy and dark night would have completed the visual picture that was her current predicament. Despite being in complete symbiosis with the multiple minds of the Goddess, she had somehow been overtaken by a mere shotgun. Her horn was flung off and with it any magic that she could cast. Inadvertently, this also severed her connection with the greater mind that did all the thinking for her.

Her tale begins in a somewhat humble town called Fondsprings.
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Fallout: Equestria was originally thought up by Kkat.
Fallout and all subsequent games are owned by Bethesda Game Studios.
I gain no profit for writing this and it is solely meant for entertainment purposes.
Comedy tag not included due to my inability to keep the story amusing as a whole.

“Of what does the existence of the stable dweller consist? Two words describe it entirely. Finiteness is one of those words. . . . The other is monotony.”

No two words better encapsulate the life of Littlepip, Stable 2’s Pip-Buck repair technician. She understands the arguments to the necessity of such an existence. But in the recesses of her deepest thoughts, she despises it, though she’d never admit it to herself, for she can neither tell herself why she despises it nor what she desires more. When a strange encounter in the basement of the stable churns up her subconsciousness and stimulates her contrary notions, she reaches out for support, not knowing for whom to look for support nor whom she must avoid. Her only outlet is the stable’s radio frequency. However, the radio is merely sound. So far under the earth, it would only take the slightest tremor of the stable to mute it forever.

A massive thank-you to Golden Tassel, my faithful editor. This romance would be missing many of its critical elements if it weren’t for him. He's shown an amazing tolerance for putting up with my nonsense and eccentricity—not my eccentricity but my romanticism. There is indeed a difference.

A thank-you to Malicious Muse, for his help with Chapter III.

Initially meant to be part of the FoE group's 300 member special, this story will be a collection of various short chapters and/or full "stories". After a span of several weeks, the short story "Wrath of the Lamb" has been completed.