Oh dear. I seem to have awakened on a Republic ship with a smashing headache. My apprentice has betrayed me, my troops have abandoned me, I haven't been laid in ages, and all I have is this dinky blaster. I suppose it's time to remind everyone why I am Darth Revan, Dark Lord of the Sith. What do you mean, my name is Ferc Kyja? Blast. This is going to be a rather rotten holiday.

No one needed to tell Jaune Arc that he was a faker. He knew it, and it hadn't stopped him so far, despite his lack of Aura, Semblance, or even basic training - mediocre was something he'd already been used to being. The weakest in his class, he falls into the depths of a mysterious dungeon during initiation. What does he find in the depths of the abyss, and can he survive? [Harem]

Tragedy at the Vytal Tournament leads to discovery as Jaune Arc discovers his Semblance and its ability to go back in time to undo his mistakes. Unfortunately, it only activates upon death. And... Jaune doesn't exactly have the best of memories. Will this knight be able to save his kingdom, and discover the truth behind the name of Arc?

When the 141 are betrayed, Shepherd didn't quite managed to destroy all of the loose ends. This is how I perceived MW3 would have turned out had Roach and Ghost survived the atrocities of shadow company. This is a rewrite of a story I began years ago.

The Master of Shadows, and the Nine-Tailed Fox. After what seems like an average fight in the Fields of Justice, Zed finds that something much stranger is going on, and he most certainly does not like it.

I didn't mind killing. It used to bother me, but when the world is built on blood and bullets, it's hard to get worked up for anything anymore. - Krieg/Maya