The Blue Angels: the greatest stunt pilot group on or above Earth. When one of their recruits is involved in a horrible mid-flight accident, the last thing he ever expected was being saved by a blue angel of his own...

^------------Inspired by this epic pic by johnjoseco.deviantart.com

WARNING: This story contains quite a bit of Applied and Theoretical Physics, so just a heads up! ^^;

Also contains strong language/suggestive content when appropriate
MAY become mature later on depending on reader feedback...which I do greatly appreciate and welcome :)

Further Story-related information may be found here:http://www.fimfiction.net/blog/92839

Song Playlist (warning, may contain spoilers!) :
Blue Angel Playlist

Blue Angel now has a TVTropes Page!

Why can't anything go as planned? All I wanted was to go on a date with the girl of my dreams, finish college, and hopefully settle down with a family somewhere. However, due to an unlucky set of circumstances, I am instead thrust into a world of magic and intrigue, forced to do battle for the amusement of bored Demons and Gods.

On top of that, my patron deity is a lying, stingy jerk who's only goal seems to be my immediate discomfort and misery.

However, I can't just back out. If I do, I will never be able to return home. At least, I'll never be able to return home in one piece...

This story is inspired by (not copied from) the chessverse. It has absolutely no bearing on that universe, will not feature any of the unique characters from those stories, and will not involve it in any way. I just liked the idea of a story about the Gods playing with the lives of mortals, and wanted to take a crack at the idea.

Co-Author: The DoomOtter

A Pre-Equestria/Star Wars Crossover

I'm not a leader. Far from it, in fact. I was a follower. Blind. Obedient. Willing to do anything to gain power. I never considered the conditions that followed with it.

Now my body has changed, no longer my own.

I find myself on a primitive world where magic isn't just the ramblings of those who are ignorant of the Force but a tangible threat separate from everything I've known.

A world where the weather is controlled not by machines but by hand.

A world without the most basic of electrical conveniences.

A world in a long standing cold war with backroom politics, assassins, and threats of open warfare being spouted by bigots with an overinflated sense of racial superiority and egos so big that they can bring down a battleship in its gravitational pull alone.

The most basic concepts of the world baffle me...

And yet they call for me to lead.

What do they expect me to do about this?

I'm using comic book Asajj for anyone who is curious on which cannon I'm using.

Thanks to Setokaiva for editing the first chapter for me.

4/19/2015: I wake up and find this in the popular stories section!!! Wow!

Night Storm was born a Changeling to an old, unknown Hive. She left her Hive and went to Equestria for a better means of life, and decided to become a nomad, wandering Equestria until she dies. However, Changelings must feed. Yes, she takes some love here and there, but the Cobalt pony is rarely noticed or seen. The Cobalt coat and Sea Green mane are always seen on a Unicorn, Pegasus, and Earth Pony each, all with the same golden locket. Some pony can't make up her mind. After she finds a stallion finally worth keeping, Sword Right, a brown Unicorn with a dark red mane and a love for sharp tools and justice, can she trust him not to spill her secrets?

The year is 2062. 15 years after the fall of C.E.L.L and the defeat of the Ceph. Now 12 years after the events of the first Blacklight outbreak, New Manhattan Zero is a war zone with the infected, CELL remnant, and I.P.L.A attacking from all sides, and with Blackwatch and its allies are stuck in the middle. Now a Death squad consisting of Raptor squad led by lieutenant Lamar Qu Jameson delta force Nano-suit operations, and Reaper squad led by sergeant Mikelson and seconded by grenadier corporeal Cooper Conner Ex US Army Rangers, both squads are caught in an ambush with little hope of survival.
Little do the survivors of Death squad Zulu know that there lives are about to be changed forever. Can these hardened Blackwatch troopers save this new world from the coming storm and finally find peace, or will they be consumed by it?

This story is a sequel to The Costume 2: Wild Ride

It's been six months since I met Derik, and I accepted an offer to move in with him. With that said, I was faced with a whole new world of feelings. Seems to be that my life has taken a crazy turn after putting on that costume, and I couldn't be happier.
[ NO STRIPPING IN THIS ONE ] THIS SERIES HAS BEEN DISCONTINUED

The year is 2555 C.E, and the Human Covenant War has been over for three years. Michael, a soldier in the fledgling Spartan IV program, goes on one last mission, a supposed training run for new ODST recruits. But the Forerunner structure he finds himself in is not like any other; it holds what is only called "The Parasite." When Michael is killed by these creatures, he wakes up in a strange new place, filled with talking pastel ponies.

When he meets the A.I. of the constructed world, she has a problem. A mysterious entity has forced her out of her own mainframe, leaving her stranded on a single holographic chip. Michael sets out to try and restore her back to where she belongs, but he has problems of his own.

Michael is overtaken by bouts of random rage, where he is consumed by the need to kill and grow. During these moments, his skin changes to a sickly yellow, and his eyes lose all color. Can Michael stave off the creeping sickness long enough to find a cure, while also convincing the ponies of this world that he won't kill anyone, when he can't even convince himself?

Cover by: Art4Games, with a little color change by myself.

[Rewrite's done!]

There's not a lot of things that get to me. One time, I was held at gunpoint by a hoodlum in a grocery store. Then there was this time when I almost got sandwiched between a tractor-trailer and a SUV. At both moments, I was pretty surprised and scared shitless. But this; this whole thing with me waking up in a different body and shit?

I guess I should start out by introducing myself. I'm Justin, and this is how I woke up one day in an alien body.

(There'll be some extensive use of Cursing: Blood and Violence. Viewer Discretion is advised. Of course, the blood and such will take effect later in the story. )

This story was approved by BlackWing to take place in the Chess Game of the Gods universe. I'd also like to give a shout-out to Cloud_Surfer, who approved my species.

Credit and Fame go to StandardIssue from the CGotG group for the Cover Art!

There are people who live life and enjoy it's ups and downs;
regardless of how high or how low their journey takes them.

Vasili Anatolyevich Maksimov is not such a person. He has lived an exceptional life in a very short time in every sense of the word. It has been both exceptionally traumatizing and exceptionally rewarding. He rose from the depths of an abusive childhood that has left him in possession of a brilliant, if not deeply broken mind to touch the much valued reward of invention and comradeship. Only to find such treasures ring hollow in his jaded world view as his past is always on the tail of his today filling his life with pain.

Events beyond his understanding have trapped the broken misanthrope to a world so much like his own and tie the disaster he considers his life to those of six mares, each one loyal, kind, generous, honest and full of laughter; whose inherent nature may have the magic needed to mend his damaged self once and for all.
Now with Editors! From Chapter 2 Forward!

Open Author's Letter
Finding Home, Discovering Life is an HiE (Human in Equestira) story, the ponies are Anthropomorphic just to let you know. Despite my description of Vasili "Vas" Maksimov above, you will notice the sad tag has been left out, that's because it is my goal to make this a story about hope and healing triumphing over inner darkness and deep emotional scars; it's also why I left out the tragedy tag. The Sex and Gore tags are there because I want to take the story into adult situations that will deal with everything from Vas's child abuse to an exploration of a budding relationship across species and the very real issues that may arise. Finally, while at this time there is no fate of the world adventure planned for this story yet it still has the Adventure tag, I for one can't think of any greater adventure than discovering a whole new world.

The story is a challenge to myself. An exercise in character development, world building and vocabulary. As always I don't have an editor, but I love feedback positive or negative, so feel free to leave it.

I hope you enjoy "Finding Home, Discovering Life"
P.S. Cover Image is by the very talented SuperSheela over on Deviantart.
Great Buffalo of Mark Ruffalo! Featured day one! Thank you all! Your awesome! I hope I can keep you entertained!

If you told me the Infected overran the world four years ago, I'd say 'that's old news'. Humanity fighting for survival? Yep, heard it too. Getting sucked into a colorful alien planet by seemingly pure coincidence? Well...that one's new. Now stuck with anthropomorphic ponies (best way to describe these aliens), we have absolutely no idea as to what to do. All we know is that we have to return, with or without these ponies' help. Things are about to get very interesting....for better or for worse.

Note: Unlike most stories, the characters spend a LOT of time (4 whole chapters) on Earth before leaving. Rated T for violence and swearing. Mane 6 tag for general appearances, but main pony is Twilight.