This story is a spin-off of Fallout: Equestria - Lost

War.... war never changes.

I've since quit the fandom.... I'm only publishing this in case some of you want to see what I had planned. If you want the story, then bloody take it. Contact me and Ill arrange a transfer.
That being said, it isn't done. So don't read this expecting a full story.
They talk of stories about heroes of the Wasteland. Legends. Raider and Slaver banes. But, they never talk of those insignificant ponies who are caught in the crosshairs of each others rifles. Soldiers who are just an everyday fodder to throw at the enemy. Ponies who butcher each other on orders from others...

This is the story of one such soldier.

Its Hearths Warming Eve in New Oatleans; a city devastated by the balefire and warfare by the Steel Rangers and the NCR. But on this day both sides have ordered a ceasefire, and the bullets have stopped flying. But both sides are to remain vigilant in case of an attack. On this day, an NCR Trooper will remember that this day was a day meant to be spent with others. Friends, family, strangers even.

But will this cost him his life? Or will it blossom into peace for New Oatleans, even if for just one day?