The Wild Wastelands | The Wierder Wastelands
///Totally Random Unconscious Happenstance///
If Thomas "Shifty" McGee has passed away due to massive head trauma caused by the impact of a rather large anti-materiel rifle against the back of his head, he certainly had never dreamed that the after life could be so... boring. Where ever it was that the formerly conscious former Undertaker found himself, it was certainly... grey... and certainly massive. This Purgatory for the Wounded Heads had all the qualities that one might find in your typical desert, if one were to remove the cacti, the vultures, the poisonous biting or stinging insects and even the blazing sun that should have been beating down on the now thoroughly depressed Thomas McGee. Despite the fact that this afterlife, or what he believed was the afterlife, was far away from what he had been raised to expect the grey emptiness wasn't the most disheartening feature of this Afterlife for the Unconscious, it was who was there with him.
"Of all the Levels of Hell in all of Existence, you walked into mine," Enclave Intelligence Specialist #411 muttered, not bothering to look at him as she continued to survey their featureless domain, "I must have stumbled into the level for souls who died in a ridiculous fashion."
"What makes you think that I died in a ridiculous fashion?" Thomas asked, half thinking that he should get the Power Armored ***** before she said another word, stopping himself with the thought that he should wait since she had an eternity of ass kicking coming to her, a few minutes of delayed gratification wouldn't stop her from getting her just desserts.
"You and your ghoul were heading on an intersecting path with that Blue Haired Air Head and her equally Air Headed Companion, I figured that it was only a matter of time before she killed you in some ridiculous manner, that is her M.O. isn't it?" The Unholy Incarnation of ***** stated.
"How'd you know that we ran into each other?" The Formerly Conscious Undertaker asked, before a glare from the ***** Queen forced him to remember that the Enclave Intelligence Specialist was a member of the Enclave Intelligence Services. She had ways of keeping her eyes on him. The question remain:
"Why were you spying on me?"
"Ha! Spying on a washed up maggot who drowns himself in as much alcohol as he can get his grubby hands on so that he can forget how he failed to protect the one woman that he ever promised anything to? As much as I'd love to inflate your sense of self importance, I had my eyes on bigger fish, namely the very same woman that you were killing yourself over." The Enclave Intelligence Asshole said with a sneer.
"Lucy?! You told me that she was dead!" The Angry Undertaker retorted though there was a sense of relief at the realization that she wasn't dead.
"No, not dead... yet. If that knife went deeper into her eye socket she might have been."
The sense of rage that had been building up pressure since he first spotted the Enclave Queen ***** peeked and started overflowing as Thomas found himself charging at the woman who hadn't bothered to get up yet. The wild, unaimed haymaker impacted against the woman's face, sending her backwards, though Thomas would have preferred to have sent her to a different level of Hell, one reserved for incarnations of Evil C**ts.
The impact of the strike didn't seem to phase the woman, however as she used the momentum the punch had imparted on her body to roll backwards and onto her feet before she sent a roundhouse kick to Thomas' midsection. There was a loud crack as rubs fractured from the power assisted strike. Strangely enough, however, there was no pain from either the kick nor the fractured bones.
Seeing that the woman had followed through with her kick and was spinning around for a back heel kick, the Former Provider of Last Rights charged towards the woman's planted leg, knocking her onto her back. Before she could get up, Thomas was on her, kicking her in the mid section. As Thomas attempted to punt the ***** into next week, her arm reached out and knocked his feet from under him, sending him flailing on top of her, which was just fine with him as he started punching the stupid grin off her face.
Not to be outdone, Enclave Intelligence Specialist #411 reached out, wrapping her hands around Thomas' scrawny neck and brought it down towards hers, his nose making a popping noise as it met the woman's forehead. The broken nose didn't seem to phase the tall and pale berserker as he continued to try to pound the woman's face towards the back of her skull.
It could have been anywhere between 30 seconds and 30 centuries before the brawl was finished, the two fighters laying down in a pile of panting bruised bodies.
"I'll... huff huff ... be ready for... round 2... huff huff... in a second." Thomas McGee stated as he tried to catch his breath.
"No... no... huff huff... need to rush... huff huff... to another... beating." Enclave Intelligence Specialist #411 said as she looked at the man who was laying next to her. It'd been a while since anyone had been able to fight her to a standstill without having to resort to some sort of trickery, like waiting for her to administer first aid on a woman who had gouged her own eye out [footnote]Eyes @Neuromancer[/footnote].
"What the hell are you looking at?" Thomas asked as he realized that she was staring at him.
"Nothing... are you ready to go again?" Charlotte asked, not moving yet.
"Yeah... just ... a minute." Thomas responded as he checked his ribs to find that they had healed.
"Tell me... what do you see in that traitorous woman anyways? You can't think that any woman that would willingly leave you in the hands of her mortal enemy would be willing to start any sort of relationship with you, do you?" #411 found herself asking, "I could do it."
"You couldn't what... care about anyone?" Thomas returned fire.
"Fuck you."
"No. Fuck you." The normally well versed Undertaker spat back before he found a hand wrapped around his neck, bringing his head towards hers. Instead of an impact on his nose, he felt something else...
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The Wild Wastelands | Conjoined Paths
///The Realm of the Conscious///
"AAAARGH!! Get away from me you Crazy Fucking *****!" Thomas yelled out as he sat up suddenly before he could realize that he wasn't... where ever it was that he had been. Looking around, he saw that he was back at the camp... with Sylphee sitting next to him and her fisty companion sitting not too far away.
"Crap." Thomas muttered, hoping that Charlie wouldn't get the urge to punch him again.
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The Wild Wastelands | Megaton
///The Realm of the Conscious///
Opening her eyes, Enclave Intelligence Specialist #411 saw that she was in the Megaton Clinic, her arms strapped down to a gurney with guards posted nearby.
"Great." #411 muttered as she laid her head back against the hard but thankfully cold pillow that the doctor had kindly placed behind her head. Looking to her right, she saw Lucy Black laying in a bed, the empty eye socket having been professionally dressed by the doctor.
"Lucky *****." She muttered as she passed out again, this time seeing nothing as she went to sleep.