The REALLY Wild Wasteland. (The Fallout RP!)

[Drummodino]

The Wild Wasteland | Intersecting Paths​

"What makes you think the sniper is with us you dipshit?! We got shot at too!"

Despite the ghoul's words Charlie didn't take his pistol off her for a second. At least not until he caught some of what Sylph was babbling to the man she was violently beating.

"-leave me Father? Why? Why Why Why? Why'd you leave me alone with her? You know that I can't stand her!"

'Wait, Father?'

Charlie's mind went blank for a second before kicking into overdrive. This was the man who had tortured Sylph, given her those scars on her back and tried to turn her into an "ideal daughter"? The horrible monster whose cruelty that Charlie had trouble comprehending? The anger from last night boiled up within him once again, threatening to spill out into a violent frenzy.

"Quiet you two. Hear that? It's the sniper laughing their ass off at the scene yer makin'. So before we do anything about who happens to be your father, girlie, we may want to kill that sumbitch first."

The ghoul's words snapped Charlie out of his anger. Listening intently he could make out the faint sounds of laughter coming from somewhere nearby. Stomping over to Sylph he grabbed her roughly with his free arm and dragged her off the man, pulling her towards the cover of a nearby crater. Motioning to the groggy man he called to the ghoul

"Grab that asshole and pull him over here. Let's try get them to come out in the open."

Pulling the struggling Sylph down into the cover he slapped her lightly. "Snap out of it Sylph! We can deal with him after, we've got bigger problems right now!"

 

[Generic NPC 22]

The Wild Wastelands | Intersecting Paths
Sylph and Thomas... what?!​

Thomas McGee was enveloped in darkness after having been punched several times in the face by the Blue Haired Demon Spawn that Henry McGee had raised as his slave and Bodyguard. It occurred to the Alcoholic Friendly Former Neighborhood Undertaker that perhaps he was dead, killed by either another one of the Sniper bullets that had been sent towards Arizona and himself or the Crimson Clothed Curse named Sylph had finished the job. If this was Hell, and indeed Thomas held no illusion that he was going to Hell, it was not how he had imagined. For one thing, Sylph, the Wretched Wench, was claiming to be the child of the Tall, Pale and Dapper Guide. Secondly, there were no Pirates, Caribbean or otherwise.

More shots rang out and Thomas felt clods of dirt hit his body from where the shots had impacted against the dirt and more shouting, off the annoyed variety, soon followed.

"I done tol' you to kill them! You guys been practicin' hittin' nothin' fer so lon' you can't kill nothin'?!" The voice belonging to a man named FishFace called out to his snipers.

"Sorry, FishFace! We'll get em next time!" a voice answered.

~HACK! COUGH! COUGH! COUGH!~

That was the sound of Thomas being able to breathe after Sylph had been dragged off of him, the girl's fingers forming 10 raked lines in the dirt from where she attempted to maintain her facial smothering.

"Snap out of it Sylph! We can deal with him after, we've got bigger problems right now!" The man who had arrived with the Crimson Clad Kook said in a rather serious yet gentle tone.

The light slap was all the the Crimson Menace needed to snap out of her strangeness and focus on the Snipers. Nodding to Charlie Cannon, Sylph moved silently along the cars, looking for a route that would take her up to he buildings without being seen as her weapons and their lack of range required that she get somewhat closer.

Seeing the Blue Hair Wacko run off in the direction of one of the Snipers all by her lonesome, Thomas pointed to Arizona and gestured for her to get closer to the other Sniper's position before jumping out of cover.

"Gentlemen! If I might have a word with you before you eliminate us and take all the caps from our bodies, leaving our bodies and bones to bleach in the sun. Think of what would happen if the roles were reversed! Would you fine and intelligent gentlemen want your Earthly remains to be treated thus? Is that I no I hear? Well sirs let me introduce myself. I am Thomas McGee, representative of the Undertaker's Union on the East Coast and I am here to offer my organization's services to you, yes you, my fine lads, for the low price of 249 Bottle Caps. What's that? What do you get with the Undertaker's Union? Glad you asked! You sirs will get the finest berths for your journeys to the Underworld, crafted from whatever material we have on hand. We will bury you so that no animal will find your Earthly remains and ensure that your belongings are passed on to your next of kin. If you have no next of kin, they will be forwarded to the person of your choosing. Of course if you choose, you can be interred with your items so that you have use of them in the Afterlife. All this can be yours for the low price of 249 Bottle Caps! If you're interested just holler my way and my associate will take your measurements. Show yourself associate... um... " It was at this point that Thomas gestured at Charlie to come out from cover and address the masses with him.

 

[Generic NPC 22]

The Wild Wastelands | Vault Tec Crater HQ
ED 209's Version of Camping​

Enclave Heavy Weapons Specialist #209 was only semi-amused by the fact that Chester was attempting to sell him anything. He was amused by the fact that Chester was attempting to sell anything to an Enclave Dominator when the fact of the matter was #209 could have turned the ghoul into a splotch on the dirt by simply setting the Gatling Vulcan on top of him, thereby allowing #209 to get his pick of whatever the ghoul had in stock. The not so amusing part was the fact that Chester was attempting to sell him women's stuff, bringing up #209's trauma inducing memories of Enclave boot camp and when they tried to give him female power armor.

~S-s-sluuuuurp~

Having drained the bottle, #209 tossed the bottle into the smoking crater that was formerly the headquarters of Vault Tec.

~CLANG!!!~

Clang? Bottles don't make clang sounds... something was rather fishy about the fact that there was a clanging noise instead of the satisfying shattering of glass. That something fishy happened to be a Vault Door sized Vault Door at the bottom of the crater.

"Huh." #209 muttered before turning back to the merchants, with caps jingling in his Power Armored Palm, "Hey! How about another round?"

 

[Random Fella]

This guy's ganna get himself killed talking to these meatheads like that...
Trixie gave a somewhat unimpressed look to Chester's gesture, before opening another bottle for #209, noticing the slight change in his expression.

Coming to the realisation that everyone else seemed to think #209's appearance to be normal, she opened another bottle, but still was unsure exactly what 'he' was.
Cracking the bottle open with a spare tool she took a small sip before turning back to Robin.
"At least let me have a couple before getting straight to business bird." Trixie fanned one of her hands at Robin.
"I didn't think you were a trader anyway." She said whilst crossing her arms tentatively.

 

[Texas Joker 52]

Arizona

The Wild Wastelands | Intersecting Paths​

As the boy pulled his girlfriend behind him into a nearby crater, Arizona didn't waste any time in doing the same with Thomas. After all, she wasn't about to get an explanation out of him if he was dead, and he wouldn't be able to get her to the Dunwich building either. It wasn't long after they were in cover that she could hear shouting, probably from the sniper. When another voice joined the first, she shook her head. Snipers. Plural.

The sound of nearby slapping made her head whip back around to the others in the crater, and she noticed the boy snapping the blue-haired ***** to her senses. She seemed to shake herself out of whatever trance she was in, then immediately started to stalk through the nearby cars. Arizona's eye narrowed at that. She wasn't some sort of amateur: Those were practiced movements.

Thomas wasted no time in catching her attention and motioning for her to do the same for the other sniper. She merely responded with a nod before she reached down to her boot and drew her Bowie Knife.


As she hunched forward and snaked her way through wrecked cars, she couldn't help but feel thankful for how short she was. She paused halfway to the building she suspected had the second sniper's nest when she spotted what could only be described as a woman who looked rather... Surprised to say the least. The sight of the mask made her shake her head as she started to work her way around. When she found a crooked ladder leading to the roof, she smiled wickedly as she began to climb.

The sniper didn't even seem to notice as she pushed herself over the edge of the roof and came up behind him. But he did notice the blade of her knife slicing into his throat as he gurgled his last breaths. As the sniper shuddered, she pulled off his blow-up doll mask and slipped it on with a disgusted scowl, then she lowered herself to the rifle he had conveniently left for her.

As she adjusted the scope, she could only hope that Thomas and the boy had enough time while the ***** who jumped them killed the other sniper.

 

[evilengine]

"Geez, not a single cap today..." Chester grunted, letting his bag close beside him. "Well if any of you fellas are desperate you know where to turn to!" He added, trying yet again to give a cheeky smile and a wink, though just like before it looked more like a leer.

Noticing Robin had disappeared from their midst, however he quickly spotted her peering over the edge of the crater not too far away, seemingly curious about whatever was down there. Couldn't have been too interesting since she was already making her way back towards them, but Chester supposed there might be something of interest...

Steady on, don't you forget it was rooting around craters and big holes that got you... well... as you are his common sense whispered as he made his way to the remnants of Vault-Tec. It's not like I can get any more radioactive I suppose... He scratched what remained of his nose as he peeked into the massive crater; a deep circular pit not unlike the craters that littered the wasteland, only presumably fresher in this case. Nothing too noticeable, piles of concrete, combined with office furniture, though the unmistakable shape of one of them heavy duty bomb-proof vault doors was just below, half buried in rubble but nevertheless unscathed.

Couldn't hurt to have a closer look, not like anything alive is going to be down there he assured himself, removing his rifle from his shoulder and using it to steady himself as he climbed over the lip of the pit and slid down to the mess below.

 

[Generic NPC 22]

The Wild Wasteland | Vault Tec Crater
Adventure? Excitement? An Enclave Dominator Craves These Things!​

The question as to why Enclave Heavy Weapons Specialist #209 had deployed the Explosive Brahmin was a simple question to answer. There was no deep meaning behind why they were used. There was no secrets to be had. It was simply because...

"Well I've been working on a way to destroy the livestock of factions that rival the Enclave. The Bomber Brahmin seemed like a perfect scheme since we could deny wiping out whole herds of Brotherhood cattle. The one problem is the increasing the explosive yield." Enclave Dominator #209 lied. The truth of the matter was that since the Bomber Brahmin were there, why not go out and raise some hell? Of course that answer wouldn't have made #209 look somewhat intelligent. He heard that chicks dug smart guys.

The discovery of a Vault door, however, was quite a nuisance as it took the attention away from what was truly important at that moment, namely drinking. This was especially annoying since there was no way in hell any of them would get that door open and even if they did, there was no telling what they would find inside. If there was one thing that should have been evident by now, Vault Tec was filled with a bunch of messed up brainiacs that used their customers as guinea pigs.

As for what was located at the bottom of the crater, beyond the vault door, that would have to wait until someone could bypass the door's control switch.

 

[Drummodino]

The Wild Wastelands | Intersecting Paths​

"Show yourself associate... um..."

Charlie glared at the rat-bastard, child abuser as he gestured towards him. Reluctantly he stepped out from behind the cover, aware that they had to keep their attackers distracted while Sylph and the ghoul dealt with them. Clearing his throat he stood up straight to project his voice further.

"Uh yes! The measuring process only takes a second or two, so don't worry about missing other wandering travelers waiting to be ambushed. It is crucial however as I'm sure you don't want to be buried stuffed in a coffin too small for yourself! Um... oh and if you pre-order now, we'll even throw in a complimentary death claw plushie! Uh..."

Charlie looked pleadingly at the Worst Father of the Century, running out of things to say. He hoped their companions were taking care of things up there, he doubted they could keep up this pantomime act for too much longer.

 

[Random Fella]

Trixie had noted Robin have a quick swipe of her drinking supply, she would bring it up, just not at this moment.
Besides, Robin and Chester had already made their way down to the crater, they seemed to be fiddling around with something.

"Thanks for the lesson on exploding cows there chief." She commented to #209 half sarcastically.
Hearing Robin go on about blowing up something to get in to somewhere, Trixie became slightly more interested in what the two were doing.
Walking to the edge of the crater, she noticed Robin talking to a vault door claiming to have Chester as a prisoner.
A red tinge marked Trixie's forehead as she forced her hand into it. "What are they bloody doing?" she asked herself in a quiet voice, proceeding to seat herself at the edge of the crater overlooking them.

 

[FalloutJack]

[HEADING=1]Embrace The Evil.[/HEADING]​

The group that was outside of the Vault-Tec Headquarters - until it had so-recently exploded - had located a Vault Door inside the crater that had been formed. How strange... Did the people at Vault Tec have their own personal Vault built right under their own building to save their own skins? If so, what kind of place was this now? There was no number on the door. It was...an unlisted number! Just then, the Vault Door cracked itself open and...thirty-two guards in black combat armor and helmets surrounded them from all around the crater, popping out of cunning hiding places and spots where they'd been under dirty-covered sheets!

There HAD been forty fo them lying in wait, but...well...the brahmin stampede...

"Hands up! Drop your weapons! Any sudden moves and we'll open fire!"

All of these men were armed with Laser RCWs. Even the Enclave soldiers in their armor could be considered at risk. More guards came out of the door itself. At the first hint of trouble, this whole area would light up with laser-fire. For now, they all had no choice. The caravan people and the Enclave soldiers were taken prisoner. As they were escorted into the Vault, they would see a symbol upon the wall.

Thaaat can't be good. It would take some time for them to reach the main chambers of the man in charge of this place. Who was he? He was...

[HEADING=2]FalloutJack Present...[/HEADING]​

[HEADING=2]...With All Rights Reserved To Those Deserve It...[/HEADING]​

[HEADING=2]...And Because It's Funny[/HEADING]​

[HEADING=1]WILD WASTELAND: FIFTH TIME AROUND![/HEADING]​

They arrived in a large and expansive sort of evil villain headquarters, a main room where evil plans are hatchet and perhaps carried out. Seated in a machine-controlled rotating chair was none other than the mastermind of this operation himself, a man in gray clothing with no hair and a scar running down his face. He was flanked by a man with an eyepatch and a VERY German-looking woman. Henchmen are everywhere, doing possibly important technical things, guarding everything, and maybe even slacking off. Dr. Evil spoke.

Dr. Evil: Welcome to my secret underground lair. We were just getting down to business when the building upstairs was fricking blown. Fortunately, the guards had been out on training exercises and that's how you find yourselves HERE. So, tell me, who sent you?

Uhhh, this could be very bad. Looks like the lot of you interrupted him in the middle of - according to the big viewscreen nearby - the fine-tuning for his giant space "Laser", a weapon situated on the moon that makes the Archimedes II look like a flashlight. Have fun!

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But enough about that, let's move on to the area we last left Constance Sorrowfield!

(Collab'd between Generic and Myself)

So, after the battle was finally over and Natsuki was taking a drink of refreshing Nuka-Cola, she noticed that Constance...was talking to a dog. The dog had on a hat and machine guns. It- Wait... Hey, she remembered those! They tried out guard dogs with mounted guns for better security! Well, the young Diclonius headed on over...

Of course this might have been a good time for Natsuki to have been informed about Constance's... issue with being able to see. Had she known that Natsuki was behind her, she might not have swung the shotgun towards the sound of someone coming in from behind her and she might not have pulled the trigger. It was, however, lucky that Constance was quite the poor shot without her eyesight as the shotgun slug whizzed quite a distance from the Diclonius' head.

"Freeze you... you... you... GARY!" Constance yelled as she waved the shotgun in her idol's general direction.

The sudden realization that Constance had fired upon Lieutenant Natsuki Manriki, forced the blind girl to suddenly drop her shotgun... not good since it had been modified with a hair trigger. This actually shocked Natsuki for a moment (and made her wince as another shot went off nearby). Was this girl no good at picking people out by their voices alone?

"Constance, it's ME. Your superior officer? The one with the horns and the vectors? Are you alright?"

Constance seemed not to be looking at Natsuki, or rather she seemed not to be pointing the cat ear shaped millimeter radar dishes on top of her head towards Natsuki but instead seemed to be relying on her all to human ears to listen to Natsuki, as indicated by the fact that she had her head cocked towards the young Diclonius, her ears pointed directly at Natsuki's face.

"I... I'm so sorry Miss Lieutenant Manriki... I mean... Lieutenant Natsuki... I mean... I... I can't see anything." Constance said with a tinge of panic in her voice. It had been years since Constance's world had been constantly shrouded in darkness and with its sudden reappearance, the young American Enclave Scout of America was rather freaked out. Her hands was out in front of her, groping as if someone would immediately jump in front of her and push her over by surprise. She cocked her head this way and that at the slightest of sounds. Not a lot about Constance's past had been revealed in her American Enclave Scouts of America member file but this overly cautious version of Constance was an indication of something.

"I think that Gary King broke my ears," Constance said, listening to the Sylphys' victory chant in the parking lot of the Super Duper Mart, only she had no understanding of what they were saying.

"Gary fucking King. Don't worry, we'll get this fixed. You're basically a hero to Sylphy-kind, or something. Where'd the pup come from? He's armed and...stylish."

The young Natsuk-o-phile didn't think that her idol would believe her if the truth was known or worse, Natsuki would think that Constance was crazy bordering on insane if an once of the truth was known. However, this was Natsuki Manriki. She had performed actions that Constance would have thought impossible were it not for the fact that it was Natsuki was the one who had performed these near miracles. In the end, Constance decided the truth was the better of the options.

"His name's Rufio and he... um... fell from the sky... or should I say... he was air dropped from a rocket powered sled."

The Diclonius' eyes widened.

"The Santa-Kirk Phenomenon..."

She calmed down, a little. After all, this was an Enclave dog.

"Okay, he'll be fine. We'll have to send for transport back to base to get you repaired, though. Means we're out of the field for a bit."

Constance's face appeared to display her hesitation to go. After all, the repair notice had stated that Enclave Intelligence Specialist #411 was close by and could do the repairs. Her own mother. After all these years of not seeing her, of getting only tersely worded letters, she would be able to see her own mother again.

"I... well... my mom is in Springvale. She can do the repairs and we can stay out in the field."

"She is? Well, that makes this easier."

She turns to the Sylphys.

"Oi, Sylphys! Your commanding officer needs an armed escort! Shake a leg!"

To which all the Sylphys started shaking their legs.

"They're shaking their legs aren't they? They're way too literal. They should be fine here... unless they get any new ideas like launching the Gary corpses into the air using the American Enclave Scouts of America Troop transport's ejection security system again." Constance said uncharacteristically rolling her eyes, which didn't appear like much since her eyes were a milky blue color.

"Oh... and thank you for saving my butt out there." Constance said far more quietly than she normally spoke, waiting for Rufio to show her the way to Springvale. As she waited, the MeritBot made its appearance.

"

Miss Constance Sorrowfeld.  You have failed to earn your Strategy Merit Badge, Your Marksmanship Merit Badge and your Weapons Safety Merit Badge.  You have earned you Punching Bag Merit Badge.

" The Bot stated rather ceremoniously before shooting a badge into Constance's face.

"...those people can be awfully cruel. Alright, let's go, then."

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On the part of Arizona, Charlie, Sylph, und Thomas...well...the raiders were certainly distracted and occupied enough. Really isn't much to say there. However, climbing up the ladder in secret to try and sneak up on Arizona was a raider in a Richard Nixon mask: ManFace!

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As for #411, Jonathan, Kristin, and Lucy... The lot of them were spotted approaching Megaton, by wall-patrol and robots. The Deputies and Wadsworth inspect them for a moment. Wadsworth, as you recall, is heavily-upgraded and sounds like Tim Curry, thanks to the Lone Wanderer.

Wadsworth: Mmm, greetings. Entry for four? So good to have you with us again, Miss Black. However, we may require a private booth for your black-armored friend. Oh, unconscious? I beg your pardon... Access granted!

The Sheriff and a bunch of other people escort Kristin, Jonathan, and Lucy into town to get her help and such. The robots and the wall patrol have #411 at gunpoint. Wadsworth looked especially dangerous with all his extra arms, guns, and a chainsaw.

Wadsworth: I believe your people and this town have a...history?

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Finally! Talion had reached the vital organs to do damage, and not a moment too soon! This bad boy was doing some serious work-out or something. Upon doing damage, though, the good mutated Uber-Mutant doctor dramatically fell off of a building, hit the ground, and the force made the cyborg burst out of his chest! David Davidson got a good look from above as Vertibirds headed off.

FalloutDavid: It's a boy...! I think.

He grappled his way down and uhhh...addressed the guy. He didn't have any armor or identifying markers on him as Enclave at the moment.

FalloutDavid: So...how do you feel? Are you okay?

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Back at the evil plan to send the giant robot away, FalloutScott considered and then...shrugged. May as well take care of that pesky mutant. The MGB stepped out of the rubble, sat on its tank treads, and began to roll away towards Old Onley. Man, those Deathclaws could NOT catch a break! Now, Scotty stretched and accidentally whipped his Uber-Sledge around, causing the men around him to have to duck.

FalloutScott: Well, lads! I've had a good day! What's say we go find a nice pub so's I can get a wee drink an' swear in yer Mr. Ferd, eh?

Still looked conspicuous to William Knight, in all probability, but at least the robot was getting out of dodge.

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Well, with all that going on, there was just one more loose end to tie up: The ghoul parade with the body. Well...apparently, they wanted Frank's body to shove into a coffin to try and enact a weird nuclear resurrection on the man. Buuut...the Brotherhood of Steel hadn't...actually pulled the old switcharoo. Well, they DID, but they hadn't done the one that was agreed upon. Even Sara Lyons had to laugh back at the Citadel. They'd found a much-better applicant and put a super-convincing Mission Impossible Frank Rose mask on it. So, when the body was put into the nuclear coffin...

[HEADING=1]BOOM!!![/HEADING]

Very few survived the huge blast that followed, but one who did looked upon the man - man, not ghoul - that was standing there, glowing green for a moment, and gawked as the mask fell off of him.

"You're not Frank Rose!"

"No, I'm not."

The ghoul pointed a gun at him, but it was too late. The man swiftly closed the distance between them and clocked him out, taking his laser pistol. This was awkward. Looks like he'd have to take at least some of their clothes or walk around naked. Sighing, he got to his task. Who is this strange man, with such skill and talent? Who was it that the Brotherhood of Steel had kept the dead body of just in case of such a happenstance? Suddenly, the man looked at the camera.

"Oh, me? I'm Isaac."

 

[Random Fella]

"You're really dumb for someone so smart, you know that?" came from the hushed voice of Trixie.

The strange vault seemed to be some sort of secret 'evil' agency, seeming a bit cartoon-ish, but nothing out of the ordinary for these wasteland nuttjobs.

"These aren't your friends I assume then..." She probed at #209

"bah, I'm going to die in here aren't I? But what will it be? Strapped to a chair with a laser slowly ascending my body? Or maybe the floor slowly dissipates with only lava beneath?" she thought out loud.

A moments thought to what happened earlier came to mind. "But... we came to bring you this ghoul..." Her tone was confused, clearly not a great liar, a fake smile across her face as she gestured toward Chester.

 

[Anti-American Eagle]

Talion - Old Olney

Red blood pulsed to an unfamiliar heart as Talion crawled through the organs of the creature. His sight kept turning to static as his eyes tried and retried to adapt to the conditions of it. The pull of the creature ever trying to eat away at his mind. Talion kept shaking off the thoughts that he was likely the same underneath his armour, worse.

Eventually he saw it. Or rather thought he saw it. It sounded like the heart. The pounding extremely loud as whatever was happening outside continued. He repositioned his arm through the meat and aimed his pistol at it and pulled the trigger thrice. The first bored its way through the meat and to the outside illuminating the rest enough to see what he was looking at. The second exploded the creatures heart, cauterizing the arteries attached to it as a fire began to spread. The third blew another hole in its chest, with the fires burning causing enough damage to give him a gap to start crawling out of.

With freedom from the creature in sight he started to move, but as he did so he started to feel something. The body was moving again. Falling. After, what was the point in counting it. The body hit the ground. The holes were covered up and Talion realised he was trapped. Meat trying to cling to life moved around him but it was accomplishing little.

He took aim at three more places. Where he thought the lungs were and the brain. With the heart no longer beating and the blood beginning to pool it sounded like a cannon was going off as he fired. The rounds burned their way to their targets before exploding them loudly. It'd slow the creature if it was still as alive as Talion thought.

With his left hand Talion reached down to his scabbard and drew his sword. Finally able to focus on the task at hand he started swinging. Quickly and violently. Up, down, side to side. It took him a few moments but he finally found a way out.

The filters of his eyes began cycling back to their proper light frequencies as he crawled out of the creature and into the light. But what he saw caught him off guard. A painted vertibird. The colours and the images looked familiar to him, he wasn't why or from what. It was just and odd image.

"It's a boy...! I think." One of the men yelled.

As Talion started getting his bearing again from the meat. One of the men rappeled down to him and spoke "So...how do you feel? Are you okay?"

"Fine. I think I'm fine. That thing..." Focus his mind snapped to attention "Do you have a flamer on your transport?" Talion asked "Things like this. I've heard of things like it fixing themselves unless they're burned."

 

[Generic NPC 22]

The Wild Wastelands | The Enclave Vault | Interrogation Room #23
Conversations between a traitor and Fallout Jack (Except #3) - Co-produced by [user]FalloutJack[/user]​

"Simple. To keep you guys looking sexy in that snazzy Power Armor." Charlotte laughed. It felt good to laugh so freely and openly. She'd almost forgotten what it was like. Feeling the sensation was like tying balloons around her shoulders and letting them carry her off. Placing a finger to her chin to looked up into the air thoughtfully, "Or was it to keep Bob busy and away from every female recruit? Or was it to keep Scott from building something world ending?"

The woman hiccuped... literally hiccuped in her chair and caused it to hop with her.

"No... I know this one! To keep the things that we don't know about from killing us." Charlotte answered.

Jack smiled with amusement and answered each in turn.

FalloutJack: The armor's just a privilege, Bob still bothers the females recruits, and Scotty still made the MGB, which is pretty fucking lethal.

He then made his point.

FalloutJack: Number One created them all to be experts above and beyond in their fields, all in order to have the right people to question his actions. This is unheard of in a normal military setting, but we're not normal. He created his own foil, on purpose.

"I knew that." Charlotte snapped. For one of the Enclave's best and brightest, he still didn't know that one should never correct a lady, especially if she'd been tortured for he last 12 hours. It makes her snappy. The smile returned.

"Whatever the cause for the Fallout Sector, the Enclave is lucky to have you." Charlotte said though her use of the word "Enclave" could have easily been replaced with the word "I'm."

Pouring herself another cup, Charlotte stood up out of the chair, again, swaying a bit before steadying herself but this time it was due to the scotch. For the first time Jack could see the extent of #411's wounds. There were cuts up and down her arms where skin had been peeled back. There were angry blue and black bruises where she'd been punched or kicked. Despite it all, the woman seemed unphased by the pain that they must have been causing her.

"I swear that #667 needs lessons on enhanced interrogation techniques." #411 commented before returning to the topic at hand, "You know that I think that the Enclave is the Wasteland's best hope for a future but even as we're trying to educate the masses and bring them into the fold, they're still resentful of us. We ignore the ever growing Raider population. We let places like Paradise Falls exist. We even let people starve. Don't you think that despite all of Number One's best intentions, he's still going about it the wrong way? What're so important about these dots and he can connect?"

She may or may not have noticed the wince on his face. Still, Jack knew where Charlotte was coming from, literally and figuratively.

FalloutJack: We don't have an excess in food, you know. The Vault produces serious amounts of weapons technology. We also haven't ignored the raiders. There's just so many of them that it's hard to see any difference. I'll hire Talon Company for the Capital Wastelands and that should keep them both busy. Paradise Falls is a more willful problem. Some years back, one guy cleaned 'em out, finished. Yet here they are again. He was a hero to the Brotherhood, so why don't Paladins show up to clean house? I wonder about that sometimes. But Number One, though...

He pulls out pictures of Red Ghoul China from orbit, glowing with activity. He adds to that his own aerial photos of the warship, and Vorn.

FalloutJack: He knows everything about the war, our technology, and a bunch of other things. He's concerned that our country will go rad-hot again and the China ghouls will just walk in. This is why micro-fusion is being phased out and plasma power generation is in. No rads, no Fallout, even from a missle. We had to nuke that...whatever-it-was, but we're replacing the missles on the MGB's back. I understand how you feel. It's just that we have big fish on our plate and they're still live. We're still doing our jobs. The Behemoths were even our fault and we killed them all. So then, Miss Top-Of-The-Line Intelligence Specialist, what should we do about you?

Charlotte's face was set in a neutral expression as she looked at the photos that were well above her clearance level. There was a lot going on in the world that even she didn't know about depite being as well informed as she was. Between the Commi-Ghouls and the Vorn, there was a lot coming their way. It begged consideration as to the best use of the Sylphy army that she'd slowly been amassing. Would it be better for them to be used against an impending invasion or would it be better for them to proceed as planned. Would it be better for the Enclave to keep Number One for the time being or would it be better for them to throw the Enclave into a state of chaos and pray that the dust settled before any of the hammers came down on their heads. There were too many variables to make a decision at the moment, one of them would be her own fate, whether she lived or died.

Charlotte shrugged in a manner that stated that she didn't really have a say in her own fate, which according to Enclave regs, she didn't. She didn't want what could potentially be her last words to FalloutJack, the man that had saved her life and given her purpose to be a simple shrug.

"Well, that depends, Mister Snazzy Pants. If I had a say, and I'm pretty sure I don't, it would be one month spent cleaning up the Fallout Sector barracks. From what I've heard, it's pretty messy what with Scott's parts, Bob... you know... things. But that might be a sign of favoritism." #411 said with a slight smirk on her face, "But you and I both know that I disobeyed orders and so I'll accept my fate. If I'm to be executed, just know that I'll be requesting you as my executioner. You brought me into the Enclave... you should be the one to take me out."

FalloutJack: What, and have Constance come after me? Fat chance. Nobody's executing you. I have a better idea...

[hr]

The Wild Wastelands | Megaton
How did #411 Get here? This is (not) a good idea​

Enclave Intelligence Specialist #411 had absolutely no idea why she had traveled with the Blamco Bimbo, Charles Johnathan and the Former Enclave Asset Lucy Black to the town of Megaton for exactly the same reason why #411 would have absolutely no idea why she would wander into the middle of Paradise Falls and strip out of her armor. Megaton did not exactly kindle any sort of fondness for the Enclave and the recent Enclave Eyebot invasion had done much to improve matters. Of course, it probably wouldn't help much on the Megaton-Enclave diplomatic front if #411 were lynched by the townsfolk or the imminently arriving Enclave Extraction team stormed the gates and turned everyone into dust bunnies. Whatever her perspective on the situation, #411 knew that it was in everyone's best interest that she disappear from that particular area.

"I believe your people and this town have a...history?" The Robotic Sheriff asked rhetorically, an action that made #411's eyebrow raise in annoyance. Given the fact that, unless the Sheriff had been recently commissioned, it should have been quite aware of the Enclave's recent actions against the town the question was superfluous. Superfluous questions were rhetorical questions and rhetorical questions were sarcasm's questioning cousin.

"Whatever do you mean, dear Sheriff? The Enclave and Megaton have always been the best of friends, haven't we?" #411 quipped in a manner equally sarcastic to the Sheriff's rhetorical question.

WHAM!

Apparently whoever had programmed the Robo-Sheriff had not forgotten to include a police brutality subroutine. The flat of the chainsaw arm knocked #411 upside the head, causing her to see stars. If it hadn't been for the BlamCo Brute's angered destruction of #411's helmet, the Sheriff's love tap might not have been so bad.

"I guess not." #411 muttered, feeling a bit of blood traveling down her neck and into her armor. Knowing that she would get no where fast with the Sheriff and it's posse, #411 decided it was time to end this rather useless conversation.

"Just take me to this private booth of yours. I'm sure the Enclave Extraction Team will be along shortly to clear things up." The Enclave Intelligence Specialist said casually, causing the posse to shift uneasily. If she was telling the truth, there was a squad of Enclave Commandos on their way to the woman's location with the very specific orders to kill everything in sight. If they were smart, they'd either let her go or let her go quickly.

"Why don't we just make her wait at the front gates?" One of the posse asked, clearly the smartest of the bunch.

[hr]

The Wild Wastelands | Intersecting Paths
Sylph Says Stop!​

Even as Thomas McGee and Charlie Cannon went through the motion of playing distraction to FishFace and Friends, Sylph and Arizona were making short work of the Friends, at least Arizona was. The Crimson Caped Crusader was running through the dilapidated hallways of a once vibrant and lively apartment complex. Now that FishFace had taken control of that piece of prime real estate, the apartments weren't so lively but they were quite vibrant, overly vibrant, blindingly vibrant. It seemed that the Raider had not only found an abandoned blow up doll factory, he'd managed to find a paint store that stocked nothing but neon paint. Between the Hot Pink and Neon Green, Sylph couldn't tell if she was in the middle of a living room or a discotheque.

The diabolical and unfashionable paint job was not just for show as Blue Haired Butched soon found out. The horrible paint scheme had been designed to offend the senses to much that its victim would become disoriented and much either to disable and kill. So it came as no surprise to FishFace when he was able to clock Sylph over the head as she passed through the doorway onto his balcony, her reaction time slowed down by her desire to gouge her own eyes out.

CRACK! THUD

And down went the Crimson Commando before she was hauled up to the side of the balcony.

"HEY FUCKFACES! I GOT YOUR FRIEND! SHE SURE IS A PURDY ONE! MAYBE I'LL KEEP HER!" FishFace called out as he groped the unconscious woman.

[hr]

The Wild Wastelands | The Vault-Tec Crater
#209 has no friends​

Enclave Heavy Weapons Specialist #209 had no friends other than the Soldiers that were under his command, The Enclave Dominators. These guys were definitely not Enclave and therefore no friends of his. Every fiber of every muscle of his being wanted to fill these mooks full of holes or crush their heads against the walls of the vault's hallways but his brain interjected.

"You may want to reconsider doing that since you'll just end up getting yourself killed" Enclave Dominator's brain said.

"Shut up brain." #209 muttered as he was escorted down the hallway before bring shown into the nerve center of the lair and being presented before a very weak and scrawny looking man. Like every weak and scrawny looking man, this one asked questions and before #209 could recite his name, rank and serial number, the Carava-NERD!! named Robin spoke up before the Caravaner named Trixie spoke up.

"Isn't having a laser weapon on the moon a terrible idea? For one over that distance even a couple arc seconds of spread is going to reduce the intensity of your shot considerably, not to mention the problem that you're limited in where and when you can get a good angle."

"Even at light speed there's a second or so delay not even counting for the time it takes to charge each shot, unless you plan to keep it warm permanently which will waste a lot of power. An unsustainable amount without a solar farm on the moon in fact, and the temperature change every couple of weeks is going to play hell with any easily expandable or contactable metals, it's a few hundred kelvin if i remember correctly."

"Then you've got to worry about firing through the atmosphere which will refract your beam in, and with weather conditions, in very unpredictable ways especially for a higher energy light. I've seen files from Helios 1 and they were far more sensible using a geo synchronous orbit even if the power was lower reliability was significantly improved and you don't want a weapon like that that you can't rely on."

"I could do the calculations if someone here has a pen on them, it will be fun to use relativity again."

All that? All that HURT #209's brain something fierce. Granted it was about a weapon that was large enough to bring Mini #209 to attention but still... all of the awesomeness that was the giant laser was ruined by her words. He had this strange desire to duct tape Robin's mouth shut. He might have if Trixie didn't open her mouth as well.

"But... we came to bring you this ghoul..."

"Eh. Why'd we bring him Chester? I mean... look at him. He's not exactly a prime candidate for being a gift is he?" #209 whispered to Trixie, "I mean, he doesn't even have skin."

Which was to say that #209 had his own ideas of what to say.

"We're here to take that moon laser from you on behalf of the Enclave and it's leader Number One!" Enclave Heavy Specialist #209 said loudly, clearly never having heard the phrase "keep your cards close to your chest."

 

[Texas Joker 52]

Arizona

The Wild Wastelands | Intersecting Paths​

With age came experience, and with experience comes a certain cunning. If Arizona was more fanciful, or had read far-too-many-comics like La Fantoma, she would probably have called that cunning "Survivalist Sense". It was cliché, but that Survivalist Sense started to tingle something fierce when she heard the barest sounds of footsteps on the ladder behind her. When she looked back, she saw a figure just start to lever himself up over the edge of the roof.

Her reaction was quick, and she moved with the reflexes of a jungle cat, reaching for her Bowie Knife and throwing it at the bastard's head. It arced through the air and promptly knocked the man on the forehead with the pommel instead of burying the blade there.

It was the worst throw. Ever. Of all time.

There was a split-second as he reeled back and clutched at his head that Arizona sighed softly behind the blow-up doll mask. She was going to blame that on the mask later, she knew. Then she bolted forward and tackled him, bringing her arm around his neck and fighting for a good hold.

"HEY FUCKFACES! I GOT YOUR FRIEND! SHE SURE IS A PURDY ONE! MAYBE I'LL KEEP HER!"

She spared a glance back as she grappled with the stronger man, but a well-placed knee made him crumple just low enough for her to finally grab onto his head and lethally twist it, snapping the neck. With a sharp exhale, she moved back to the Sniper Rifle again and got on her belly before she lined it up.

The bastard had a hold of the blue-haired girl, and he was groping her. Cocky little shithead. The crosshairs lined up with his head, before Arizona decided to put them a little high on his forehead, just in case wind and distance made it land a little low. She didn't want to hit the girl. Then, she exhaled and squeezed the trigger.

He collapsed within a second, dropping Sylph and falling back as a gaping hole opened right where one of his eyes would've been. Arizona smiled grimly behind the mask before pulling it off and standing.

"Alright you stupid fucking shitbirds! Listen up! You want to end up like your boss, I'd take the stick-mans offer and shell out those caps for a coffin, otherwise you better fuck off quick!" she shouted to no-where in particular, hefting the Sniper Rifle.

 

[Generic NPC 22]

The Wild Wastelands | Intersecting Paths
Load Bearing Columns?​

Thomas "Shifty" McGee winced slightly when he saw the Raider Leader's head explode into a fine mist of blood that lingered in the air for several moments before being dispersed by a light breeze. The strange thing about the sudden and instantaneous loss of a brain is its effect on the human body. In one incident, a soccer player suffering from an internal decapitation and proceeded to perform repeated flips backwards before his body realized that it was no longer communicating with a brain. In FishFace's case, his body continued to grope the young blue haired woman before slumping to the ground.

"Creepy." Thomas muttered. Though he had seen very many a thing involved in death, there were somethings that definitely never stopped being disturbing. He'd be seeing that scene replay in his dreams for many nights to come.

As for Sylph, she glanced over at the ghoul with the sniper's rifle, her way of saying thank you in her angsty stand offish sort of manner. More to the point, she knew that the ghoul was just wasting her words. There was no way in hell that these Raiders would surrender and even if they did, the Crimson Menace had no intention of letting them survive the encounter. Having been groped by a corpse tended to put one in quite the bad mood and in Sylph's case, a bad mood was always resolved with a murder here or a murder there.

As Arizona spoke, a multitude of rifle barrels started poking out the windows of the building where the now deceased FishFace used to reside. As if to emphasize their point, Arizona was lit up like a Christmas tree by a symphony of laser sights. I mean let's get real here. Most of the time Raiders would bolt at the sight of their leader getting gunned down in front of them, especially by a ghoul with a Sniper's Rifle and Machine Gun but that would've made FishFace and Friends a big fat misnomer. They were pretty pissed that their pal had been killed.

This might've been the end of the road for Arizona and Co if the Blue Hair Boom-o-phile hadn't dropped a few "borrowed" explosive charges at the building's central load bearing column. So the Boom that Arizona heard wasn't the end of her life, it was actually a building's worth of Raiders getting squished by debris.

And Sylph? What was the little Blue Haired Butcher doing? She had jumped from the second floor balcony to the ground.

Watching the whole entire drama play out from the safety of the ground, Thomas glanced over at Sylph's companion and asked him a simple question.

"Is she always like this?" The Faux Father asked.

 

[evilengine]

I don't recall drinking anything that strong today... Chester thought, being shepherded along the corridors, glancing around at the new development. Robots, Enclave, Vaults, exploding brahmin... Dr Evil? What? Moon lasers?

"Maybe eating that old pre-war Salisbury steak this morning wasn't a good idea, can do things to the mind I hear," he said to himself, before talking out loud. "I think all you kids must a been reading too many of them comic books of yours, all this talk of space lasers and what have you." He rolled his eyes, folding his arms, before Trixie's and #209's conversation reached his ear.

"But... we came to bring you this ghoul..."

"Eh. Why'd we bring him Chester? I mean... look at him. He's not exactly a prime candidate for being a gift is he?"

"Ehh... I may not be as handsome as I once was, but I can still turn on the ol' Chester-charm. I'll have you know I can be quite irresistible! Well, I was... certainly back in the day." He trailed off, once again talking more to himself than to his accomplices, not really twigging onto Trixie selling him out.

"We're here to take that moon laser from you on behalf of the Enclave and it's leader Number One!"

"Mhmm... sure, kid, sure....wait, what?!" He croaked, turning and staring at the Enclave soldier, his head tilted quizzically on the one side. "Erm, hate to be the one to say this, buddy, but I don't think any of us are in much of a position to give much in the way of orders here." He said, sliding away from #209 as he spoke, sidling nearer to Robin and the others and further from #209's crazy talk.

 

[The Harkinator]

Evan, Dudley, and Ferdinand: The plan goes out of the window, goes splat on the pavement, and gets trampled by a Super Mutant.

Evan.

Holy shit, the plan looked like it was working. Just like that, FalloutScott sent the robot rolling off to Old Olney without so much as a question. Now would be a perfect time to jab him with the baton...

...except just as Evan slipped into position FalloutScott swung around with his Super Sledge trailing after him. Evan, Dudley, and Ferdinand had to hit the deck to avoid it and the chance was gone. Seemingly unaware of just how close he came to being taken down by the three musketeers, FalloutScott continued,

"Well, lads! I've had a good day! What's say we go find a nice pub so's I can get a wee drink an' swear in yer Mr. Ferd, eh?"

"Huh, yeah? Oh, yeah that sounds great!" Said Evan, coughing out a mouthful of dust, he shot a look of panic at Dudley, to indicate they had missed this chance to disable FalloutScott's Power Armour. Evan had basically collapsed like a jelly to avoid the Super Sledge, getting a face full of dirt for his troubles and dropping the Powersuit Destabilizer. Fortunately for him, Dudley thought quickly for once and took charge of the situation.

Dudley.

"Find a pub, that sounds like a marvellous idea. Pick yourself up and follow close behind Asset 19, I'm dying fer a drink." Putting on this official voice was harder than it sounded for Dudley, but he mostly managed to do it. He just hoped that Evan had picked up on the revision to his plan, they still had a chance to get FalloutScott.

Evan.

Way to be unsubtle with your audible cues Dudley. Evan just hoped that FalloutScott would fall for it, if they were rumbled now it could be all over. Scott had his Super Sledge out and ready, while The Three Musketeers were in no such state. Still, it seemed to be working as Scott was facing away, allowing Evan to scoop up the PD. Dudley started walking down the road with FalloutScott, Evan FOLLOWED CLOSE BEHIND with the PD in his hand, hoping that it hadn't been damaged at all by the fall. This thing was fairly new and Evan was unsure just how durable the little gizmo could be.

Evan quickened his step just a little so he was going faster than FalloutScott, counting down in his head ready to lunge.

5...4...3...2...

William.

By this time, Mr Knight had managed to make it very close, pausing to remain motionless as the massive robot headed north. Evan and Dudley had mentioned Old Olney, the Enclave trooper mentioned Deathclaws. What was going on? Were the Enclave rounding up more of their favoured choice of pets, or were they wiping them out at the source?

The group turned to go, or rather the Enclave trooper turned in such a wide arc that everyone else dropped to the ground to avoid the hammer resting upon his shoulder. They were leaving now, but William couldn't let them get away. Only the trooper had his weapon out, Evan was holding something but William couldn't see what it was. He had the drop on them and with Lucy's plasma pistol in his hand, even a Power Armoured Enclave trooper would be in trouble.

William edged ever closer, standing up now, aiming his pistol at the trooper. The man Evan and Dudley had with them, the man he didn't know, heard the footstep and began to turn around.

"HOLD IT RIGHT-"

Evan.

...1!"

Evan jabbed FalloutScott in the back with the Powersuit Destabilizer, whether it would disable his armour properly or just stun him for a bit was unknown. However, the second he jabbed Scott a familiar voice shouted from behind him, turning towards the voice Evan saw...

William.

"THE...re?" Said William, tailing off suddenly as Evan jabbed the Enclave trooper in the back with some sort of baton. It was clear that they hadn't really joined the Enclave at all, the pieces fell into place as William realised that they had intended to capture the trooper and send the big robot away so it couldn't help.

There was a really awkward silence.

Dudley

"Kinda' thought y'all was dead William." Said Dudley, who had also turned in the direction of the voice. Dudley, Evan, Ferdinand, and William just stood there looking at each other. Evan's arm was still holding the PD into FalloutScott's back.

There was another really awkward silence.