I gripped the armrests of my seat, bracing for when the large propellor aircraft I was riding in touched down on the Vanhoover Airport landing strip. Despite having wings of my own, I didn’t enjoy flying in these things. I don’t know why my dad didn’t just teleport us here. He insisted we needed to travel like normal people every now and then so we didn’t take it for granted. At least we got to ride first class. Being royalty has its perks.

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“Stars above, grant me strength. Stars above, grant me wit. Stars above, grant me endurance. For I am being hunted.”

Finishing my prayer, I gripped my meteorite sword in my teeth, slung it on my back, and pressed on through the dense, freezing forest. With each chilling gust, the forged armor fitted snugly against my hide stung with frostbite. Snow and dead leaves crunched under my own hooves, and those of my most faithful soldier as he caught up to me.

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14 years before The Storm:
Goofball
The Butcher

6 years before The Storm:
Inheritance
Overboss

4 years before The Storm:
Trickshot

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My first two years as Overboss went smoother than expected. The gangs and local farms fell in line pretty quickly when I proved I wasn't messing around. Sure, I was just a thirteen year old colt, but I was a colt who could kill every living thing in Galloping Gorge with my eyes closed. Could, and would, if these raiders didn't behave and follow my rules.

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They took her. They took my little Jade.

I don’t know how they knew about her, or how they knew Gwen was taking her to a farm a few miles outside Junction Town to visit some friends, but they were waiting to ambush them. Gwen got shot, but thank whatever’s up there, not seriously.

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I didn’t know where I was. I didn’t care. Any random ditch would do. My mind had been in a haze for the past… hour? Hours? Who cares.

Spotting the lights of a town, I halted my flight. I didn’t want to be too close to people for this. No need to burden them with the cleanup. I wasn’t worth it. Just find a ditch… Any will do…

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It was a pleasant evening, a couple of months after I received NCR citizenship. Not too hot, not too cold, not too windy, and not a rain cloud in sight. A good night to stop by the Gun Runners, though not for my usual reason. Sure, I’d stock up on ammo as always, but I also had a job in mind. Hopefully, a pretty safe job. Certainly not boring, if the tip I got was accurate, but safe. After some news I recently got, I couldn’t afford to put myself in significant harm’s way. However, I needed

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Zebras have a hard time in the Equestrian wasteland. The xenophobia is arguably not as bad as when it resulted in an apocalypse, but it’s still not great. Being half zebra? Also not great.

Good thing I grew up in Glyphmark. Sheltered, boring Glyphmark.

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Bloodfeather Company, Red Eye’s favorite tool for wiping something off a map with no regard for collateral damage or friendly casualties. Slavers and Talons alike who caught his or Stern’s ire were sent under my command as an unofficial death sentence. Sure, they might have sent them to the Crater, or the Pit, but sending them to me at least got some use out of them before they caught a 20mm shell from a Steel Ranger or had a Hellhound rip out their intestines.

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If your mother was a monster, who was killed because she deserved to be killed, how long would it take you to come to terms with that? How long would it take you to be able to face her executioners without hating them? Could you ever?

These were questions Gritt had pushed into the recesses of his mind for six years, but he was about to finally confront them.

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Do you know what it's like to be alone? Completely alone? No family, no real friends, just your job to keep you occupied?

Gritt was in Junction Town on such a job. Today was his twentieth birthday, but no one but him could tell him so for the past eight years.

A cigarette served as my candle to blow out that morning. Happy Birthday to me. Time to go to work.

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Do you know what it's like to be raised by a militant perfectionist? To be expected to be a "proper soldier" and an "example to Talon Company" by the time you were six? Stoic, unwavering, and serious? All the time? When deep down, all you ever wanted to be was a goofball?

Gritt had been enduring that his whole life. Today was his tenth birthday, and his mother had already scolded him for smiling about it.

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Link to Telgin's Fallout Equestria: Longtalons - https://www.fimfiction.net/story/172805/fallout-equestria-longtalons It is an excellent, heartbreaking, bittersweet story.

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After reading Longtalons I decided to significantly edit a lot of things regarding Gritt and Crimson, especially Chapter 12. I went into writing The Storm intending to make it as cohesive with other stories as I could, so these edits go towards that goal of world-building consistency.

[ID]

Name: Purser

Species: Seadog

Sex: Female

Age: 26

Coat: Sea Green

Eyes: Lilac

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[SPECIAL]

S: 6
P: 4
E: 5
C: 8
I: 5
A: 6
L: 6

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[Tagged Skills]

Barter: 35

Melee Weapons: 75

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[Traits]

Pirate's Life: "And a bottle of rum..." You receive increased charisma bonuses from alcohol.

Amphibious (Race Trait): "Dogs swim!" You breathe in water as easily as on land.

[ID]

Name: Knight

Species: Alicorn Android

Pronouns: She/Her

Age: 200+

Paint: White

Armor: Bluish Silver

Mane/Tail: Luminescent Cyan

Eyes: Luminescent Cyan

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[SPECIAL]

S: 10
P: 8
E: (+) 10
C: 8
I: 9
A: 5
L: (-) 1

*****

[Tagged Skills]

Medicine: 100

Science: 100

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[Traits]

Ghost in the (Star Metal) Shell: "What doesn't kill you..." Your protected repair talisman makes you virtually indestructible.

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[ID]

Name: Slash

Species: Dragon

Sex: Female

Age: 19

Scales Primary: Midnight Purple

Scales Secondary: Golden Tan

Spines: Cyan

Eyes: Red

*****

[SPECIAL]

S: 8
P: 5
E: 8
C: 7
I: 5
A: 4
L: 4

*****

[Tagged Skills]

Unarmed: 75

Survival: 50

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[Traits]

Dragon Fire (Race Trait): "Would you like to be grilled, roasted, or broiled?" Your body is a natural flamethrower, allowing you to ignite enemies at close range.

[ID]

Name: Gritt

Species: Griffon

Sex: Male

Age: 24

Coat Primary: Black

Coat Secondary: White/Red

Beak/Talons: Yellow

Eyes: Green

*****

[SPECIAL]

S: 2
P: (-) 9
E: 2
C: 7
I: 7
A: (+) 11
L: 5

*****

[Tagged Skills]

Guns: 100

Sneak: 30

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[Traits]

Cyclops: "Blinded by the light..." Permanent -1 to Perception, but ADS speed is 50% faster.

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[ID]

Name: Rosegold

Species: Hippogriff

Sex: Male

Age: 31

Coat Primary: Champagne/Light Gold

Coat Secondary: White

Beak/Talons/Hooves: Dark Gold

Mane/Tail: Wine Red

Eyes: White

*****

[SPECIAL]

S: 7
P: 6
E: 8
C: (-) 2
I: 8
A: 6
L: 6

*****

[Tagged Skills]

Energy Weapons: 50

Speech: 80

*****

[Traits]

Psychopath: "Huh. Must be some frontal lobe damage." Charisma is capped at 2.

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With my story wrapped up, aside from edits I may make in the future to flesh out scenes and make things more descriptive, I'd like to do an AMA about any details anyone wants to know about any of my characters, including spoilers. Backstories, interests, S.P.E.C.I.A.L. stats, skills, traits, whatever. Anything my story didn't cover, or needs elaboration.