So, I Haven't the faintest clue what sort of events unfolded and what neurons fired off at the right time in my brain that provoked me to write this crackfic, if it can even be called that. So far a few reasons were 1, curiosity, 2, Sadness that some of the best franchises out there have little to no crossover fanfiction, and three, why the hell not dabble in some fandoms that i may or may not know about.Anyways onwards to the story, we shall go! I'd like all of you to be brutal with the reviews, or not, do as you please.

Note Ov- actually, The story will be T for now but may evolve into M territory later, and as such you will be warned if anything kinky starts to go on

The remnants of the world lay quiet now. In the old days of Russia's Moscow, you could see children and their families going out for a walk, simply running a small errand or for no discernible reason other than that the weather was nice that day. Then the atom bomb's came in 2013, what had first started as a small nuclear weapons launch between the United States and the Arab's proceeded to snowball into what the scientists and thinkers of the time called Mutually Assured Destruction, Mad, for short, because you'd have to be mad in order to even think of firing a single nuke in an era where almost every nation had thousandsThe surface had been left terribly irradiated, glassed and unfit to breathe. and people fled to the metro tunnels in hopes of being able to escape the nuclear devastation above ground by fleeing to the world below it in the Moscow Metro. With the surface poisoned and likely unfit to breathe for decades there was essentially no hope for the survivors off the start, with some finding solace in the fickle desire that someday their children or their children's grand-children could come up to the surface without gas masks.

It was not soon after the nuclear warfare that mutants had come around, crawling among the surface and worming their way into the Metro tunnels, slaughtering those who had survived both the fallout and the attempts of hapless people attempting to maintain order in this new world.

It was futile to attempt to keep humanity together as even the war could not kill the shadow that haunted it, Fascism, The Fourth Reich, a group that had sprung up almost overnight that killed anyone it deemed genetically impure, wanting to be free of mutations caused by radioactivity and a purely Russian Metro.

Then there was the Red Line, A practical USSR Copycat of sorts that followed the nations old communist regime, ever at a raging war with the Fourth Reich, always keeping those who lived in Red Line occupied stations under their watchful eye, lest they are accused of being some sort of spy and shot.

Then there was the Hanseatic League or Hanza for short. Traders and merchants turned government, while they were generally better all around than the Red Line or the Fourth Reich, they only helped in any endeavor that either saved their skin or filled the group's pockets with ammo and were perpetually at conflict against both the Red Line and the Fourth Reich. A disturbing reality they lived in now, using military-grade bullets for currency since paper money had lost all of its value. You could be paying with the lives of someone, or your own if you thought about it. A single bullet could be a life killed or saved. A hundred grams of tea, five lives. Sausage would be a mere trifle, fifteen lives. A nice leather coat? Well, it's your lucky day! It's on sale! Not four-hundred, but just two-hundred and fifty

What a sad world it is for the survivors, the only beacon of hope in the Metro being the Rangers of the Spartan Order. A noble group who protected everyone against whatever was out there in this harsh new world of theirs, be it man or mutant. Such things come at a high cost, their numbers dwindle slowly by the day.