X-Com. Depending on who you ask, they're either saints or monsters only slightly better than the ones they just beat back. One thing, however, is agreed upon by all. They saved us, but at a terrible cost. The Earth has been wounded, gutted by fire and war brought down from the stars. Many people have died, and the Commander of X-Com himself, his name revealed to be "Jon Tauros", gave his life to stop the destruction of the human race. The war changed everyone, for better or for worse. Earth has been united under the Council, and X-Com continues their endless vigil.

But this is not their story. That tale has already ended, although the travels of one hero are not over. This is the tale of a fantastic place filled with a once peaceful peoples who fell into a dark and terrible war. A place blasted with the fury of fire and radiation. Paradise turned into blasted Wasteland. Those who live in this place are constantly fighting amongst themselves as they try to survive everything the waste throws at them. Many fail, either dying heroes or becoming the very monsters they fought so hard to destroy. Sometimes literally.

So, with all of this infighting and simply trying to stay alive, it's not really surprising that the denizens of the Wasteland never expected to be attacked by something from beyond the sky. Ponies begin to disappear, vanishing into thin air. Mutilated corpses are found lying around. Those who try to fight are reduced to charred skeletons, their flesh burned away by boiling plasma. Panic begins to rise, along with reports of strange objects in the sky and sightings of terrifying, twisted creatures unlike anything ever seen on Equis before. Steel Ranger outposts, be they Applejack's or not, go silent.

They say war never changes. They were wrong.