More than 23.000 years ago ponykind and a bunch of other races have colonized an empty galaxy, creating a space world of misteryes, danger, political intrigue and oppressive multicorporations. It is the Empyrean Age, were semi-immortal capsuleers roam the heavens trying to carve a place for themselves next to the core nations.
Twilight Sparkle is the protege of Empress Celestia of the Amarr Empire. She is about to perform her pilgrimage to the EVE Gate and become a capsuleer. However a primeval evil is strring and an ancient foe is about to return, Twilight will have to build her strenght and find loyal friends if she wish to survive in the intricate adventure she will be throw in.

Hy, this is my first fanfic ever. I'm not english or american, go easy on me, feedback is apprecieted yadda yadda yadda. I don't think I'll ever finish this story, is more of a personal experiment of combining ponies and EVE spaceships (I don't play the game but the visual are GORGEUS). Enjoy.

He never loses a fight.
He can walk through camps of Raiders and defeat them without firing a single bullet.
He has been banned from all of the Strip's casinos, twice.
Someone once reported that bullets turn around and jump back into the gun when he is fired at.
He has survived nearly everything, hardly breaking a sweat all the while.
So what will happen when his luck finally runs out?

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Story complete on its birthday!

You should probably play New Vegas before reading this.

"Happy fuckin' Birthday you glorious bastard of fiction"
~T6, 11/26/2015