Saddle Arabia may have escaped the war relatively unscathed, but that doesn't mean it was unaffected. Balefire bombs aimed for its largest cities faltered over the weak atmosphere, crashing into the desert between the sovereign state and the rest of the North. Effectively cut off from the Equestrian Wasteland, Saddle Arabia survived as it always had, with much of its culture and government still intact. Still, without the threat of the Equestrian diarchy or Zebrica, a certain brand of lawlessness and chaos took hold. Irradiated sandstorms out of the North have decimated Neighjev, Tel Applebim retains its ancient roots of splintered, tribal warfare, and Damarescus flourishes, if by under-hoofed means and terrible implications. And beneath it all rests a technological wonder, the last desperate attempt by a struggling corporation to redeem itself for all the wrong it had done in the name of the war. Stable-Tec forged Stable Alpha underneath the metropolitan Damarescus with one order, and one order only: do better. Without the terrible experiments that plagued the other stables, Alpha prospered, expanding and advancing without the handicap of the Equestrian Wasteland cutting into its progress. Now, as a powerhouse of unheard-of technology, science, and power, Stable Alpha rises into the Saddle Arabian Wasteland on the back of it's leader, with the sole promise that she will do better. Saddle Arabia might not deserve 'better.'