Having seen how useful controlled wild animals could be in warfare on Pandora, the RDA comes up with Super-Predators of its own and heads back for a rematch. Quote of things to come; "Welcome to the jungle, Sully, the real jungle. Out here, it's survival of the vicious, the sickest, reckon you're sick enough to cut it?"

"You know why selfishness is a stupid concept? For the same reason cancer cells are always doomed; they consume everything, feed off their host and take all there is to take for themselves, then, the host dies and the cancer with it. No matter how large and deeply implanted it is, the selfish will die with the rest of the world. That's why you should get to work now."

Kept wanting to finish the first Apex, but the character's limitations were always getting in the way, so I figured I'd come up with a new character. If you're looking for a story about dinosaurs on Pandora, this is the right place, my friend, stick around.

It's back. There's been talk, 'bout a company of soldiers, used to run the show in DC; elite, made Gunners look bad, gave the BoS a run for their money, but they lost. Record says that was it, whole company vanished overnight, wiped out along with the Enclave. Every war since has had whispers of black armor, deaths head, white talons. Vultures, Ghosts... Professionals.

The Eastern Fringe is notoriously barbaric, nations rise and fall daily, proud republics devolve into raiding bands, are exterminated by swords or rifles and fade from history forever. One man, shaped by the ancient wisdom of Sun Tzu, Confucius and Genghis Khan, in the shadow of one hundred warring crowns, sees the cornerstone of an empire to eclipse both Tau and Ultramar.

The world's on fire and we're the ones with the smoking gun, there is not a thing we've faced that we did not impose upon ourselves, even now, we drive ourselves closer to the abyss. Doves cannot reason with eagles, no pact between lion and lamb. Follow Cole Griffin of Talon Company as he descends into reality, trying to survive fallouts from the Lone Wanderer's actions.

What do you do when you're trapped some alien piece of hardware that makes you the perfect weapon? You fight until there is nothing left to fight, then go look for another war, because that's all you have left. Fortunately, in the grim darkness of the far future, war never ends.

Koprulu sector is a brutal place and anyone living in it has a story to tell, be it Marines, ship captains or Ghosts, there is no such thing a routine in these people's lives. This story follows Henry Navarro-Jackson and many others as they fight for what they believe in, be it duty, truth or sheer psychotic fun.

The more powerful one grows, the more they will affect people's lives. One man's saviour is another's devil, so always remember; the choices you made in life brought you to this point. You are what you chose to be.

(Multiple storylines, I will prioritize the more popular ones.)The year is 2014, pure Third Energy has become a widespread but expensive power source, used mostly in luxury electric cars, power plants and advanced military vehicles, while cheap 3E derivative power cells quickly evict every batteries and generators on the market. What could possibly go wrong?

Motivated by the improvement in biotech and augmentation techniques in 2544, the UNSC allowed the creation of four elite AFOs within Gamma Company; Shark, Viper, Wolf and Orca. This follows the soldiers of AFO Team Orca through training, war and peace.

Some years ago, a boy named Gail wound up thrown in the street, forced to rely on raw wits and his growing mastery of the shadows to get by. The years pass, Gail grows older, better, bolder... Greedy. The young thief thinks he's invincible, thinks anything can be his. One night, he goes too far and now, he's got to become the master thief he thought himself to be, or face his fate.

A rewrite of It's About Time from which I've removed all the Zerg bits. Sven is a Spectre, nothing more. Anyhow, it's the story of a ship full of escaped convicts from the Koprulu Sector ending up forty thousand years later. There, they try to make a home for themselves, but these people are destroyers, not builders, and the learning curve in the far future is very steep.

A human populated world, with an history going back as far as the Earth's, is found by the Migrant Fleet, thus being thrown into the galaxy's struggles, but when a people has been at war for all its recorded history, how can it do anything else? Set shortly before the end of GoW 3 and ME 3. Supposed to be a simple draft of an idea, but it somehow became my most popular fic...

UNSC Army Rangers of the 75th Regiment, H Company, find themselves outnumbered, out gunned and cut off from Earth. They may be stranded, their equipment might be outdated, not to mention a third faction is at play and its intentions are unknown, but Hammer Company is willing to sacrifice everything, even their very humanity, to finish this fight.

A bunch of renegades and pariahs attempt to escape from Braxis and find themselves in a dark future, where there is only war and death on scales such that the Zerg might as well have been an ant infestation, and something seems to be working behind the scene to incite all out warfare.

The Tyranids get their act together, the Orkz finally unite and the Necrons wake up, with the outcome one would expect; everyone else is driven to the edge of extinction. This is the story of a few survivors as they try to escape their fate. If you do head in, don't expect fuzzy bunnies; this story is titled Dark, and that's not laziness on my part. Don't say I didn't warn you.

V.2 of Warhammer: Resistance. A group of humans has developed to technological and social levels close to today's Earth, in a distant corner of the galaxy, out of sight and out of mind. The fortieth millennium being what it is, that does not last long.

A large portion of the world is dependent on the RDA's importation of Unobtanium, but not all of it, and when Jake Sully manages to force the Corporation off Pandora, the military forces of those free countries are the last hope humanity has to avert an energy crisis. With so much hanging in the balance, can anyone really afford to play nice?

All those things you did in the Capital Wasteland, all those decisions and miracles, what repercussions could they possibly have down the line? A New World. New writing style for me, new type of characters, new wasteland, new story... Same old problems because, you see, war, war never changes.

A re-write of Reaper Section with better back-story and less digression. A trade consortium, wishing to protect its own interests and people, creates the most highly trained military force money, loyalty and corruption can buy. How will they fare once forces far bigger than they take notice?

Mal's a simple man, he was raised by gangers and spent his adult life in the legion. By definition, his only friends are, at best, unstable, at worst complete psychos and when they're not trying to kill him, just about everyone else is, but if there's one thing Mal does well, it's living longer that the other guy. So switch your brain off and come enjoy some mindless violence!

Life is hard in Skyrim when you're not the Dragonborn or some chosen one of sort. Ak'loe, a dark elf, recounts his and his friends' tale in this journal. This is no tale of chivalry or heroism, merely a few adventurous souls trying to carve themselves a place in the world.

Five Hundred Companions were a group who considered that every man should be able to make his own path without guidance of others. There were no rules that bound someone under rule of another. Companions were free to come and go as they wish. The only thing that bound him to his Shield-Brothers and Sisters was his honor.

Revenge, love, family, freedom, justice, faith... No matter who you are, there is one thing you will fight for, one thing you refuse to have taken from you, one boundary you will not be pushed over. When everyone bends their knees, the freedom fighters of Siika will fight for that one thing, bleed for their belief knowing quite well death is all that awaits. This is their story.

Andreï Volkov, a smart, cynical and somewhat idealistic mechanic, flees The Armory with his girlfriend Dasha, leaving the shelter of his home to be thrown into the hard reality that is post-apocalyptia. Out there, only the strongest survives and becoming the strongest requires more than steadfast determination...

Look around you, look at the people you love, how far would you go to keep them safe? How low are you ready to fall just to keep them from falling with you? How evil must a man be to protect those he love in the Wastes? How good must he be to still call himself human at the end of the day? Should we even try to answer that?

The life of an LAPD SWAT member before, during and after the nuclear apocalypse.

The First Special Service Force, Devil's Brigade, gets abducted by little green men and end up in the Wastes four hundred years later.

The human-covenant is over and Spartan III team Orca decides to buy a ship and start a legitimate business, but their first job goes south and they find themselves flung into the darkness of the far future where they must fight foes that makes the covenant look like school kids.

Sam Fisher, Douglas Shetland, Victor Coste, Anna Grímsdóttir, 'Kestrel' and Sarah Fisher all end up in the Mojave Wasteland. A father must protect his little girl, a traitor must redeem himself, an brother battles with jealousy, a lone wolf must work with this circus, and the the girls must deal with these clowns. Fun times.

The tale of a Mandalorian warrior during the events of the Empire/Republic cold war, told from his point of view Except the prologue, which introduces his clan, background and armor

It's a Romantic notion that anger is never the answer, but when survival is at stake, anger can cut through despair and confusion, drive you forward when you want to stop and keep you up when the whole world is pushing you down. In a world where blind rage is a disease and cold focus a luxury, David, an engineering student, must conciliate his aggression with his smarts to survive.

Modified soldiers and power armors are a common sight in Council space, but the likes of the Spartans are not all that common and team Orca might just manage to carve themselves a place in the galaxy, should it survive another cleansing.

A shot at a Mass Effect/ Warhammer Crossover focusing on political implications and the resulting arms race... And apparently a source of unlimited catharsis to fans of both franchises. I used to moderate reviews, but then the review section is getting to be more interesting than the story itself, so, enjoy, I guess... [Discontinued, don't read it, it sucks]

"Raw meat eater. That's what Eskimo means. Takes a hell of another meaning now." Follow the story of Ujarak, an young metis living on an Inuit reservation as he adapts his people's ancestral knowledge and his own experience of extreme situations to survive a world where the dead eat the living and the living are no better.

A group of humans gifted with abilities rivalling even the mighty Adeptus Astarts, calling themselves 'Ferals', emerge within the galaxy, and they are very hungry. Just wrote it to get the thing off my mind and because I think Far Cry gets way too little love.

Inspired by the 'Reasonable Marines' concept, I thought up the 'Reasonable Guardsmen';Reaper Section, an elite group attached to the Imperial Guard but actually descended from a Rogue Trader crew. the closest you can get to SEAL in space without crossover

The Canadian Joint Task Force 2 is rumoured to be the best counter-terrorist unit in the world, true or not, its operators are clearly top level war fighters, but they are still just people and in post-apocalypsia, shooting skills alone won't cut it.

A Mora of Lacedaemonian warriors -Spartans- find themselves within Skyrim, as part of a Dwemer machination, and decide to rebuild Sparta. Doesn't sit well with pretty much everyone, but they're not in the business of making friends, never were.

You cannot find worst cliché than a man that wakes up without memories after being attacked and shot in the head, but the guy in those cliché rarely is hunted down by everyone with some form of intelligence network... Well, maybe he is. Just read it...

A strange fog covers the whole planet linking present to the past and changing the whole biosphere to one incorporating all three stages of the Mezosoic era. Governments crumble in a heartbeat and the world's former owners take over once again.

A boy wakes up on a ravaged colony without any memories of what happened the day before, for the simple reason he did not exist back then. He must now evolve in a world that is falling apart and choose if he wants to be a human being, a god, or a Pariah.

Athos and his Phalanx of Spartan warriors are abducted by a column of light descending from the sky and awaken three thousand years latter in a world that has changed into the epitome of their culture, a world of war where survival of the fittest rules.

"You know what's funny? These aliens are doing to us what we've been doing to each others for centuries, don't they understand we EVOLVED to be perfect warriors? They're either very dumb or very desperate..."

Helghan has fallen, but the Helghast Empire is not dead yet. One ship carries on the Helghast dream, Visari's last gambit, Visari's Legacy. (One of the first stories I wrote, should give everyone a good idea of how far I've gone.)

PFC 'Roach' Calico, unwilling hero of Anchorage and former Canadian Army Special Force sapper ends up in the Capital Wasteland. Everyone he knew is gone, everything is in ruins and all he can trust is himself and his training... And his rifle.

While Omni-Tek and the Clans fight for control of Rubi'ka, a group, known only as The Union, is getting ready to enter the conflict. This is the story of Ethan, a Shadow Marshall of The Union's army.