The REALLY Wild Wasteland. (The Fallout RP!)

[Pink Gregory]

"'Don't be eating what you don't know what it is' another said, in a clumsy manner, 'That's what the guide says, you all read it'. They left soon after, they didn't even touch the trap, the heartless fiends. I admit that I played dead, and perhaps I wished it too; it's easier to be dead than alive, out here. What a world..."

"Another group came, while I was still aware of my surroundings; the pain of the trap teeth had grown dull and predictable, but still it lay there like a tumour, I had not the will to howl anymore, after all, I can't plead with brute machines. This gathering was much the same in their appearance, the same haggard visages, with both cruelty and desperation upon their faces. These ones had marked themselves, a black 'X' slathered across their heads in some kind of paint; I wouldn't rule out it being caustic, or horrid brands, the elder one's skin told tales that didn't bear hearing. The same debate about the most efficient method for eating me, I cared little for self-preservation at this point, but the prospect of leaving Udders out there - if she was out there - prevented me from drawing any morbid catharsis from their talk. The elder drew a long, serrated blade from a sheath on his hip; I could see the thing's teeth clearly, even with my clouding senses, the thing would penetrate smoothly, but be drawn out like a ratchet. I was not sickened. Only waiting."

"Fortune intervened, however, and they took to their heels at the sounding of a series of dull, thudding noises from further away. It was now that my senses slipped further away; sensitivity was fighting a losing battle up my spine, and my vision was blurred, my hearing remained, but voices and sounds echoed and pulsed through my brain painfully. Now a third ground approached; thankfully, they did not speak, at least, no utterance that I could interpret. Their skin was...different. The sun still occupied it's peak, and the rays reared up about them, shooting off piercing glares; I couldn't see their faces. This was a mercy. One of their number crouched over me, and rummaged in the pockets of my coat. I saw no face, even at these quarters; some weird geometry of physiognomy, one elongated eye of deep black, and a hissing circular snout, and nothing there twitched or convulsed. It was uncomfortably calming. Though their speech was masked by my failing senses, I managed to discern a few words in the sea of static, '..waste...ammunition...heads...'

"Time passed, and I lay. I thought of nothing."

"Now a fourth group approached. It was inevitable."

"'Fishy...Fishy done been kitched one too many times, huh. Well, don't you worry none, Tiger, Abe's gon' share his reserve with yis. Now don't you go fergettin', now Abe done you a favour...'"

"No, Abe, no, don't you come near me with that stuff...don't...you son of a...you..."

"...Udders..."

"We have resumed the search."

 

[FalloutJack]

Of course, you have to wonder how it is that a man like Dan could have pulled off the helmet of a soldier whose powersuit was hermetically-sealed, but then this was also the mountain of a man who was challenging a whole load of said soldiers with a FRICKING HAMMER [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q_xQ-ns5whw]...so perhaps it was possible, after all. Honestly, it was quite impressive how he was acquitting himself, so much so that David lit up a cigarette to watch. However, it was over already when two of the soldiers had him from behind after he single-handedly demolished Scotty's two Sentry-Bots and knocked out a soldier that had shot him in the back. They had gotten him to stop fighting, and then brained him before he could deliver a corny line. This, however, got under Mr. Scott's skin. He stood up from his work, went over to the soldiers, and swatted them both in the head.

FalloutScott: I wanted to have a word wi' him! How's he going to tell us who sent 'im now?!

Soldier: Oh, uhhh...oops.

He received the swing of an Uber-Sledge that sent him careening across town!

FalloutScott: We treat people with hammers better where I'm from!

FalloutDavid: Where exactly IS that?

FalloutScott: Mind yer business! An' help me move this character.

Time passed, and Dan was painstakingly shifted from his current location to...here, outside of town, while he was out cold and unaware. When he came to, there was a Vertibird nearby and he was wrist-tied, sitting on the ground. Before him stood the un-armored FalloutDavid. The rest were nowhere in sight. Behind him, Vertibird propellers were revving up as he held out a leather pouch jingling with caps...

FalloutDavid: Now, this is all the money Niska gave us in advanced. You bring it back to him, tell 'im the job didn't work out. Now, we don't want anymore assassins comin' after us. You explain that to him. That's best for everyone involved, okay?

WHAT?! But that's- Wait- Who- What in the hell is going on?!?!?!!

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Situations involving the three and their ride through the Capital Wastelands were mostly uneventful for the most part, but after the tale of the men in armor searching people and their possessions, they came upon a different fellow. He was a haggard merchant who was more than a little jumpy. Evan slid some caps his way for a couple of things to get his mind set to talking and the boy spilled what he knew.

Merchant: So yeah, it's like the man said on GNR. It was raining last night, even storming! You boys seemed to miss it, I'm guessing, but I swear to you it was doing so, and get this! It was PURE WATER, no toxicity! I'd have bottled and sold it if I dared to, only...

Evan: Only what?

Merchant: The ghouls around here have been acting strange, more and more of 'em getting kinda' loopy in the head, even the ferals. Last night, I saw a bunch of 'em just standing in the rain, ferals and lucids alike, and...I...what I saw...

Evan: What was it? What did they do?

Merchant: They didn't do anything... IT did.

Evan only stared at him at this point. He wasn't making much sense, even to an educated man.

Merchant: Sorry, sorry... Just, it was empty space in the middle of 'em, and then it was there...just for a second! There and gone again, with a long robe on and a stink of the sea. Thought it might've been one of them Hubologists from backk West, but I didn't think so... You boys be careful 'round here, okay?

There had been something up with the ghouls around here for a while now, but this...was something more concrete, even if it WAS kind of insane.

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"...it is good thing, that your redness is merely a coincidence. We must confound the Commies at every turn!"

Liberty Minor appeared to be doing well on his first diplomatic mission that didn't involve stuff exploding. The Red Guy with the brahmin appeared to be drawn to the wandering ghoul-march, but his attention was fixed enough with those glowing whites to speak...sort of.

LM: My current CO wishes to know your intentions in this area. Do you have anything to share on this matter?

"I was...once a maaannn... Once a leader...of meeennn..."

LM: I see. What army was it?

[HEADING=3]"COBRAAA!!!"[/HEADING]

He did a search on this, and turned up...TERRORISM!! LM took a fighting stance!

LM: You are hereby ordered to stand down all combat capabilities! You have 15 seconds to comply!

"The war...is over..."

The robot stopped.

LM: ...what?

"The war...the war...the terrible war..."

He looked directly at the robot now.

"We are all redundant parrrtsss... Yet...we ssstill keep going...going...to the end..."

LM: The war...is over?

No, don't listen to him! It's a communist trick! General Ripper told me so!

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Forest hadn't been EXACTLY going feral. Something had been odd in this. Yes, he did growl, but he also shouted that the Ancient Ones were claiming the sky or some bollucks like that. In short, he wasn't just feral-ing himself. He was also a nutter. And when he ran off, he began to speak in tongues. That done, he decided to go get some sleep...in the jeep. Fair enough. Time passed...and there was neither any known activity from the building-that-was-actually-a-robot nor the buildings to the south that had been...odd. However, and most-unexpectedly...it began to rain. It was lightly at first, then more potent, and...hers's the kicker...this water wasn't even toxic. Pure water. Pure water gurgling over a thirsty land that needed- Waaaiiit a minute... That's not the sound water makes over dry land. And if Jackson were to look around the jeep, he would find that there was a figure in a long and wet cloak, making said gurgle-noise about ten feet away...

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For the record, the Enclave had been watching the situation with Barry ever since Bob left. Needless to say, they were in the aisles with laughter over this one. #83 wanted to transform their records of this guy into a full motion picture simply titled "BARRY!". Since they were secure in a diner somewhere around the DC Ruins, not much was happening around them beyond the wheeze of a flying Eyebot and also some distant explosions... Wait, explosions? Explosions meant trouble! Trouble meant villains! Villains meant A CRY FOR JUSTICE! THIS LOOKS LIKE A JOB FOR THE FLASH!

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Wearing a bandolier of mini-nukes IS a stupid idea, hence why giant super mutants were doing it, but it also had a kind of intimidating merit as well. It said OH SO MUCH about the people involved. They were insane. They were tossing around anti-personal nukes at opposition on the way to their target, nukes whose rads were immediately healing them of any wounds suffered by the BoS members that were trying to handle the Behemoths on the way to the citadel. It was all intimidating because...while it WAS insane and kind of stupid...the bastards got right in your face and you couldn't risk their large arsenal going off with you right beside it unless you felt keen on dying. This may be why the leader had that giant horse. He could keep ahead of the other two easily. And with that animal and his hammer, he was actually collapsing some of the buildings. True, this was all rundown territory, but it happened.

Meanwhile, preparing for their arrival... Sarah had indeed gone with Frank's plan. It was crazy, but it could also work and save alot of manpower. She ordered them to give Frank what he needed, though his sister wasn't back yet. She also ordered him to bring that bird back in one piece or she was going to make him put it back together with his bare TEETH. Just reminding ole' Frank who was in charge and NOT to call her 'Sugar-Tits' on official business. Marlon would be pulled to defend the walls at one of the key defense points while Lucy apparently wanted to go with Frank on the vertibird. And then, all was quiet until...


...THEY ARRIVED! A hand, no two hands, reached up on a couple of buildings as the two nuking Behemoths climbed up on top, the two of them standing there as a dilapidated building collapsed between them to reveail the Behemoth Onna Horse. They began to pull out makeshift slings - the use of which would allow them to attack the Citadel like a pair of self-loading trebuchets - and got to work launching! The Nightmare padded the ground noisely.

"ONWARD, OLD SPICE! TODAY, THE CAPITAL... TOMORROW, THE WORLD!!!"

Onward came the mutant knight upon his irradiated stead, and so began the seige of BoS central...

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And back at the Nuka Cola Factory...

Well, let's take this conversation step-by-step, shall we? Everyone's a might bit jumpy and the only real cool head around here has a sniper and a bunch of paid guards watching their every move. So, from the top...

'Listen guys, my new friend here wants to know why you guys were following him at a distance, one of you looking for a date or something?'

Twig: Eh heh heh...very funny. No, we have a job at the factory to get to. You know...real work?

Ben: If you can call what his addiction-feeding as work.

Twig: That's a fringe benefit!

"So you three are headed to the Nuka plant? Neat! So are we! Er... I am. I don't know about my friend here. He's chasing ghosts, I think. Dangerous ghosts, even more. Anyways. It's decided, then. You four put away your weapons, and we all go to the-"

There was a pause as several people were looing up at a something-or-other up by the plant. The first was Wayne, the second was Stan, and the third was Scar, who made a show of slinging her laser rifle.

Scar: We're putting guns down now.

Ben: We are?

Scar: Yes.

She nodded towards the observing pair and in fact the approaching guards.

Scar: We are.

Ben: Oh, I see.

Ben lowered his rifle and Twig had a moment of cluelessness about him before Scar pointed it out blatently and he got it, lowering his gun as well.

"Erm. Anyways. We all go to the plant together, and go our separate ways from there. How's that sound? Good. Settled then. Off we go!"

They got maybe ten feet before their escort bade them to follow them into the building.

'Ok, lead the way. so you know Happy, I'm looking for a missing friend, and I think the Enclave are involved.'

Conversations between Stan and Wayne continued as they were taken inside the building, where Estabahn's man, Mick, was coming down stairs to handle things personally as a young man with black hair, his own sniper rifle, and sunglasses stepped out of a room.

Mick: Niko, take over up top. The boss-man told me to handle this.

Niko: You got it.

The young sniper headed up the way Mick just came down as the second-in-command clapped and rubbed his hands together.

Mick: Okay... Mr. Twig, Mr. Ben, and Miss Scar - I am to give you some instruction on the workplace before you start your jobs here. Mr. Stan, the boss-man will want to see you in his office. And...

He stopped at the man riding the robo-brain with a confused look.

Mick: What the fuck, mate? A thousand ways to get across the waste and you took the slow boat to China? Who are you? What are you doing here? Don't you know that you don't buy at the source, but at the market?

This was gonna be a looong day...

 

[SamtheDeathclaw]

"What the fuck, mate? A thousand ways to get across the waste and you took the slow boat to China? Who are you? What are you doing here? Don't you know that you don't buy at the source, but at the market?" the man- evidently some sort of commander, judging by his ordering men around and incessant swearing- said to Wayne.

"Oi, he's a new friend. Whatever the job, he stays with me. I talk, he shoots things. He's very good at shooting things. Just look at him." Stanley said, bending the truth a bit. Certainly, Stan had decided they were friends and would work together. Wayne had yet to be informed of this development, however.

"Wayne, would you mind waiting here? Fancy-pants probably would not like both of us barging in. Especially not with you bristling weapons and oozing murder." He laughed. "Now, where's your boss?" he said, turning back to the commander. "I want to get started. Never much cared for this part of D.C. Sooner I get done, sooner we get to wander off to hunt shadows and ghosts."

 

[ImSkeletor]

Barry gave a sigh of relief towards the undertaker. He wasn't going to be alone again. Suddenly he heard a series of explosions in the distance. He was filled with excitement "I hear danger. PEOPLE TO SAVE! Villians TO VANQUISH! Come Undertaker we have hero stuff to do!" He ran towards the explosions. Or atleast thats what he tried to do. He fell slamming his face full force into the ground chipping a tooth. In the excitement he forgot that most of his body was still wrapped up and covered in splints. He spat out blood across the ground infront of him before saying, "Hey... can you cut me out of this?" Then he said looking at his now blood stained bandages, "Except for the left arm. That thing is barely in one piece. Fought some giant eels that came off of a massive mutant thing. Anyway, please hurry there are people in danger."

 

[Ruedyn]

Groggy Jackson looked around confused, and slightly frustrated from his naps interruption, before noticing the silhouette of a man who either had rabies or was using an absurd amount of mouth wash. Then again no one gave a shit about their breath anymore... Jackson shook his head, raising his rifle slowly, aiming for the mans head. Jackson rolled down the window, and said most eloquently,
"Who the fuck're you?" He spoke loudly enough for the man who refused to swallow to hear, but not quite a yell. Didn't want to piss off Building-O-Tron 5000 (Now with more painful death). Jackson kept switching between staring at the man who didn't quite like what he was tasting, but didn't hate it enough to spit it out, and the lovechild of Liberty Prime and the Empire State building, using the window to prop his gun up.

 

[Souplex]

"Fraaaank? Mind telling me what you got planned there buddy?"
"All good things in time."
The Vertibird touched down in front of them, and a familiar voice came from inside.
"Well, if it ain't Rosie the Riveter! What's'a'matta, all the easy living in Rivet city get dull?"
That was most certainly Paladin Gilford piloting, as Frank had requested.

Spoiler: Paladin Gilford

Name: Andrew Gilford.
Age: 25.
Appearance: Moderate build, brown eyes, curly brown hair, freckles.

S.P.E.C.I.A.L.
5 8 4 4 6 9 5
Tag skills: Piloting, Energy Weapons, Science.
Perks: Flyboy (Improved performance with aerial vehicles) Turrets syndrome (Improved damage with vehicle-mounted weapons)
Traits: Kamikaze, Agoraphobia (Better SPECIAL in buildings/vehicles, worse SPECIAL outside essentially the opposite of Claustrophobia)

Weapons: Glock 86 Plasma Defender, AER12 Laser Rifle. Vertibird-mounted Gatling Laser.
Armor: Recon Armor + Helmet.
Transportation: Enclave Vertibird.

Bio: Paladin Gilford is a Brotherhood lifer, born into the organization. He initially did not excel in any notable ways. When the Brotherhood claimed several Vertibirds from the Enclave, many Brotherhood members were called on to try and qualify to pilot them.
Gilford did well enough that he was designated as one of the Brotherhood's few Vertibird pilots. He has been a friend of Frank's since childhood, and was with him for many missions during the Brotherhood/Outcast war.

Frank hopped in the Vertibird, and helped Lucy in.
"Look Annie, I know you're bitter about being dead below the waist, hence why you fly this thing instead of walking like the rest of us, but no need to take it out on me." Frank turned to Lucy. "I suppose introductions are in order. This is Paladin Andrew Gilford. We've been pals since we were little. He may be a jackass, but he's my jackass."
"Funny, I'd describe you the exact same way Frank. So what's the plan, because I don't like going up against those things without a plan!"
Frank motioned to his packages.
"Ah, so we're going with the craziest plan, good to see you haven't changed since you had your breakdown. I'm surprised you stuck with this whole never take off your armor insanity, considering how nuts you get when you don't sex something or jack off."
The Vertibird took off.
"Actually, I factored that in when modifying this armor to be lived in. My "Laser Rifle" is kept in a lubricated sleeve, that handles things periodically. ...Speaking of which, when was the last time you got someone to service your weapon?"
"Too long."
Just like old times.

 

[Rip Van Rabbit]

A Vertibird. Was this just a sick joke from the Enclave? Guess the standard issue black power armor will have to wait.

With the help of Frank, Lucy climbed into the Vertibird and took a seat among Frank's things.

This is Paladin Andrew Gilford. We've been pals since we were little. He may be a jackass, but he's my jackass."

"Lucy Black, it's a pleasure, Paladin Gilford." She gave the pilot a cute salute and a smile.

After listening in on their little exchange, Lucy wanted to be included and chimed in sheepishly "Frank and I have known each other for a few days now and, uhh, he may be a badass, but he's my badass...?" she stopped herself from causing further personal embarrassment.

She took this opportunity to let her hair loose. It seemed more dramatic with all the wind swishing about as she mused to herself. Snapping back to reality, she had just heard about Frank's suit modifications.

Never before has the palm of her hand hit her face so hard. She proceeded to groan "Uggghhhh, men! I miss Vikki."

She cleared her throat rather loudly, but she still couldn't hide the smirk on her face "Tactics, gentleman, let's focus on the tactics of our current situation!".

Lucy turned to Frank. "Now I'm itching to snipe those mini-nukes and just generally make stuff go boom, and no it isn't a symbolic representation of my hidden desires related to climaxing...although it has been awhile...I'm wondering about the radiation left over when the bombs start flying, you guys got power armor, I'm a little more squishy."

She paused for a moment and a mischievous grin formed "Either way, I really need to wreak some havoc." and with this she extended her fist for a fist-bump.

 

[RobDaBank]

What the fuck, mate? A thousand ways to get across the waste and you took the slow boat to China? Who are you? What are you doing here? Don't you know that you don't buy at the source, but at the market?

"That how you treat all your visitors? And there I was thinking you needed some help with something, like say a mirelurk problem" he said, nodding toward the carcass in the parking lot. Standing up to talk to the guy ace to face, and as a show of defiance against his disability he walked up to the man. "Truth is I'm here with my buddy Stan, y'know, keeping the guy from harm?"

Wayne, would you mind waiting here? Fancy-pants probably would not like both of us barging in. Especially not with you bristling weapons and oozing murder

A long held back laugh cracked from Wayne, he had spent so much time creating this tough guy facade he never got to meet anybody who would mock it.

"Sure thing Mr Stan" he replied, hoping to make a game of mocking the guard and his militaristic persona.

Wayne watched as the man led Stan away, with the 3 musketeers in tow, leaving him stood with another guard who had appeared as Leutenant Bossy left the room.
Taking one last drag of his cigarette, he pulled it from his mouth and flicked it at the guards feet, looking him right in the eye, as if the stare was enough to stop the man from breathing. "And just what the f**k are you looking at?" Causing the man to gasp in fear, a bead of sweat now running down his temple.

Wayne turned away and sat back on his Robo-Seat, fishing out another cigarette and waiting for Stanley to wrap up his business with 'Fancy-pants'

 

[Souplex]

"Frank and I have known each other for a few days now and, uhh, he may be a badass, but he's my badass...?"
"It's good to know you care."
"Uggghhhh, men! I miss Vikki."
"Hey, you'd go insane if you didn't have a means of dealing with that for a whole year. It seemed like the practical solution."
"Tactics, gentleman, let's focus on the tactics of our current situation!".
"Don't worry, I've got it all figured out."
Frank opened the first two packages, revealing some odd-looking grenades.
"These beauties here, release a lot of really slippery liquid, we're going to drop them between the behemoth's and the Citadel. It'll be like that pre-war movie, Home Alone."
Frank handed Lucy one of the boxes, and threw a grenade from his box out his side.
"Now I'm itching to snipe those mini-nukes and just generally make stuff go boom, and no it isn't a symbolic representation of my hidden desires related to climaxing...although it has been awhile...I'm wondering about the radiation left over when the bombs start flying, you guys got power armor, I'm a little more squishy."
Frank threw one of the grenades out the side.
"The radiation shouldn't reach us at this height, and Andy is a good enough pilot that he should be able to dodge any mini-nukes that come at us. Besides, there's plenty of rad-away back at the Citadel. And if it's been that long, screw Andy when we get back."
"I certainly wouldn't mind!"

 

[Shadowstar38]

Burt: We should be secure here, thanks to the foundation, and they may even move on with the herd to keep taking their numbers, but...and this is the big but...I think for the good of the people in this world, we should take them out before they do some serious harm.

Well, this did present quite a problem. This job was suppose to be simple. But roadblocks tend to pop up from time to time. Nothing to do then but roll with the punches. There were two solutions here. Try to outrun those things and move on, or wipe them out then and there.

Going around was risky. It presented too many unknowns. It was likely best to nip this one in the bud so she could move at her lesuire.

"Hmm. Alright then my man. You got a plain against these things or what? I'm don't need to be going off half cocked" She looked back out the building and watched for the serpentine creatures to show themselves again. Humans, she could handle. But things like these got messy.

 

[Rip Van Rabbit]

Lucy was handed one of the boxes containing grenades she had never seen before, she followed Frank's example and threw one out her end of the Vertibird. She could see just enough as they ascended higher, the grenade made a small pop and spurted a surprisingly large amount of liquid considering it's size.

"Thank the Brotherhood for compression, right?" Lucy continued "Good idea, this should screw up that horse's movement and the behemoth's...they aren't exactly known for their grace."

Lucy took aim and threw another grenade further, tying to create a good dispersion pattern on the ground "The liquid, is it flammable, toxic or is it just slippery? Because if it's flammable..." she turned to Frank with a sadistic smile that should not be joyful.

She continued with her task, getting used to the swaying of the Vertibird, she was surprised at how well she was handling it, considering that she had never been on one. "You mean you and I aren't going on the ground? That's why I asked about the radiation...I'm out by the way."

She motioned to her empty box, closed it and tucked it under the seat.

She addressed Frank with a few questions since she couldn't stay quiet for too long "Where's Marlon stationed, is he going to become a frequent guest of ours?" she made her apologies to Marlon earlier, it wasn't perfect, but she didn't feel guilty about that at least.

She genuinely wanted to know, but this was deliberate.

"Did you hear what happened to Vikki?"

She started to find the slight swaying of the Vertibird slightly comforting to which she continued her final question.

"The Elder, my little tantrum is going to put me on the naughty list is it?"

Turns out Lucy was feeling rather nervous and the anger started to bubble under the surface when she was left to her thoughts.

"One last thing...What the Elder said about my Dad being associated with you guys, did you know?

 

[Souplex]

"The liquid, is it flammable, toxic or is it just slippery? Because if it's flammable..."
"Sad to say, it's just slippery. It was developed pre-war for non-violent crowd-control purposes. Unless you count smelling awful in a wasteland where most things smell awful anyway as a special property, it has none. It also dissolves after a few hours of exposure to oxygen. Still smells terrible for a few days though."
Frank threw his last slick grenade, and tossed the box out the side.
"You mean you and I aren't going on the ground? That's why I asked about the radiation...I'm out by the way."
"The plan is for you to snipe the nukes from up here, but I'm going to ground."
"What he fails to mention, is he's going to ground the crazy way. We're not landing. That's what the third package is for. Power armor is too heavy to work with regular parachutes. We're going to do a maneuver we call the "Damocles run", it's clearly the work of a madman."
"Where's Marlon stationed, is he going to become a frequent guest of ours?"
"No clue."
Frank opened the third package.
"Did you hear what happened to Vikki?"
"Nope."
Frank took something out of the package.
"The Elder, my little tantrum is going to put me on the naughty list is it?"
"Probably, but don't worry; I live on her naughty list. I had to be "Punished" a few times, but I enjoyed it nonetheless."
Frank clipped the contents of the package onto his armor.
"One last thing...What the Elder said about my Dad being associated with you guys, did you know?
"I didn't, I would have told you if I did."
Frank leaned out the hatch.
"Now if there aren't anymore questions, I've got work to do."

Spoiler: Frank put on a song and cranked it to 11.

They were over the Behemoth on the horse now. Frank jumped out the side.

 

[Rip Van Rabbit]

Lucy rushed over to Frank's side of the Vertibird and shouted to him "Kick some ass! And bring me back something shiny!"

"Knowing Franky, he'll haul back the entire behemoth, keep the Knightmare and give it you as a damn pony."

"Now I really want a pony for some reason." Lucy muttered in agreement.

Lucy sat down, fastened her seat-belt tightly so she had a relatively more stable firing position and spoke to Paladin Gilford to ease the tension "It's just you and me now, Mr Pilot. Keep this thing steady and you're getting a big hug from me!"

"Do I, err, get a bonus if I fly really well?...Because piloting is not the only thing I'm good at, you know! I've got this Bobblehead collection back at the citadel!"

Lucy couldn't help but raise an eyebrow and chuckle slightly "My dear sir, are you perhaps trying to court a respectable lady of the community, such as myself, with your Bobbleheads?"

The paladin cleared his throat and muttered something about focusing for the moment, apparently Lucy had gotten him slightly flustered. Cute.

She proceeded to prime her rifle and scouted the area through her scope. They were circling over the Behemoth on the horse, huge mutant, huge horse with a huge weapon, compensation much?

"Come on, come on, where are you..." she followed the trajectory of two mini-nukes to two other behemoths, apparently they hadn't gotten very good at throwing them just yet, so they were way off target of hitting anything. Still a formiddable sight though.

"Alright, taking the shot!" Lucy honed in on the bandoleer on the mutant closest to her, just as she pulled the trigger, the Vertibird swerved as they descended and curved around to face more of the battlefield, sending her shot flying into god-knows-where.

"Shit! Keep this goddamn thingy steady and I'll even throw in a kiss when this is all over!" Her lady facade had not lasted long as she reloaded. "I've never been on a Vertibird before." she admitted sheepishly, going slightly pink.

"I'll protect you little missy, unlike Franky, I have a more delicate touch. Not a womanly touch, not that there's anything wrong with a woman's touch, I'm sure you have a great touch...-"

Lucy couldn't help but turn to the pilot in utter bewilderment.

"-...I'm referring to the way you handle your Gauss Rifle! Good form and posture and -...So, err, cute girl, big gun...I can show you my gatling gun when we get back, it -"

"Gilford. SHHH! I'll admire your bobbleheads and your gatling gun as long as you want, but I need you to concentrate and let me focus." she paused and blushed "That wasn't innuendo or anything! I'll throw in an extra kiss if you don't comment."

He didn't comment.

Alright, Lucy refocused on the bandoleer containing the mini-nukes and fired a shot instinctively. Unfortunately, she failed to take into account wind velocity and direction, so her bolt veered off slightly lower and to the left and nailed the behemoth in the knee which caused it to stagger, trip and roar in surprise.

"Holy crapola, somebody get me a Nuka-Cola! Frank gave my rifle some oomph!" Despite missing her intended target, she squeeled with girlish joy as she did some damage.

This gave her a good opening.

"Nice shot, Miss Black!"

"I missed though, keep us steady like this, I just need to adjust my aim a little off center, up and to the right and I'll hit the mini-nukes strapped to it's chest."

That was the theory at least, Lucy was all lined up for her next shot, she was about 70-80% sure she had this next one right.

"Hold thumbs for me, Gilford!"

She pulled the trigger and hoped for the best. She watched as her magnetically-propelled slug flew towards her target.

 

[Souplex]

Frank was falling from a very high point, while listening to some obnoxiously catchy music.
This falling gave Frank time to ponder the lyrics. "If I could fall into the sky, do you think time would pass me by"? What is that supposed to mean? Does it mean that if gravity were to go screwy, time would also go screwy? Damn that catchy piano riff!
Frank pulled a cord on the object attached to his belt.
A series of balloons engulfed Frank, as he braced for impact with the ground.
Frank bounced upwards, towards the mutant cavalier, pulling again on the cord for the balloons to detach, and turning on his jets to fly towards the mutant's head.
"Yee-haw!"

 

[The Harkinator]

With the haggard man continuing on the way they had come, William, Dudley and Evan discussed what he had said.

"It looks like I misheard that radio broadcast, I thought it was saying the rain was toxic." Evan Ramsey said, taking a notebook out of his pocket and scribbling in it, "What does truly pure water do to ghouls? I wonder if we could collect this rainwater and distribute it. Oh my the possibilities, or perhaps we could sell it like Bigsley always suggested?"

Dudley stepped forward and put his hand on Evan's shoulder, "Pipe down little man, I know you Brotherhood types get excited over this stuff but don't forget we got a job to do. We can't have distractions the place we're going."

William once again mounted his bike, "Dudley is right, as interesting as you may find this there is an infinitely more pressing matter. Enclave first, then rain and ghouls."

The trio continued along the road until they came close to their destination. Evan motioned for the other two to pull over to the side of the road, "We stop here, my pip-boy says."

The location they were in was a ditch on the side of the road that led down to a rocky outcrop. Evan then grabbed William's bike and dragged it down to the bottom of the ditch. It was dark and shadowy down here and little light made it through. Built into the ground on the rocky outcrop was a large metal trapdoor. Evan made his way over to it and attempted to open it, after a slight struggle William and Dudley stepped in to help lift the door open. A blast of hot air hit them in the face as they looked down through the opening. There was a rung ladder built into the wall that led into a dimly lit concrete passageway. Evan looked triumphant, "It's here, this is where they marked it and it exists!"

"What exists? What are you talking about?" Said William.

"A secret way in! Long ago the pre-war american government used this place to store all of their gold. They had a secret tunnel out of the vault in case anyone got stuck in there by accident. But there were more that were built that can get into the base, the Brotherhood found logs that detail this secret passageway that leads into a storage area which is supposed to be sealed off. If I'm right, and lucky, the seals on the door are still intact and the Enclave won't have discovered the other end of this tunnel."

Evan climbed down into the tunnel and looked around, "I don't think they have, by the looks of things we are the first people in here since the war." He then climbed out and began pressing buttons on his pip-boy while still talking, "You plan to sneak in while we pretend to be weapons merchants and distract the people inside? This is your way in, you will need something that can tell you the time, your location and store the Enclave files. This is it." Evan removed his pip-boy and handed it to William, who fit it over his left forearm. "They are bio metrically sealed so only the wearer can remove it, that is me but I have wiped the pip-boy to fit the Enclave data on it. With you wearing this you can download the Enclaves files and map out part of the fort. Also, nobody can now take this off but you!"

Dudley looked quizzically at Evan and said, "What now what do we do then smarty pants?"

"Simple, William goes into the tunnel and waits there until the pip-boy tells him it is midnight. Then he comes out of it on the other side and gets the Enclave files. He then makes his way back to the tunnel and makes it out again. He then sets off from here alone back the the brotherhood and when we are done we catch up to him and ride like hell."

"So how do we know what time it is so we can help each other?"

"Well, William will be spending a while figuring out a way to get the Enclave data and then getting to know the layout of the base. But then we show up and demand a tour, they post guards to follow us and William's job is made easier. We give him an hour or two to get in and out then we make our own escape. Simple, now William, in you go." Ramsey said matter-of-factly.

William reluctantly climbed down into the tunnel and waited......

Dudley shut the trapdoor. "So what now? What do we do until tomorrow?"

"The answer is as simple as fixing a sentry bot, we make camp so they can see us and take a leisurely ride to the fort tomorrow. Tonight we feast!"

"I feel rather bad about this, we're eating while William starves."

"Not true! I gave him some food to keep him ready for the big day."

What did you give him?"

"Cram."

 

[ImSkeletor]

Flash and Shifty raced toward the sounds of explosions in the distance. Then a vertibird came into view. Soon after a massive behemoth did as well. "A behemoth? Well no matter how big he is he better prepare to face the fist of JUSTI" Suddenly a mini nuke slammed into Barry and carried him through the air. He slammed through a barely standing streetlight into the out wall of a building. He bounced off of the wall and slammed back first into the sidewalk. The nuke landed on him soon after. His leather armor saved his back, well atleast what was left of the armor. Over the last several days it lost several chunks and you could see through to his disgustingly wounded flesh within just as Shifty had. He stared at the bomb now laying in his lap and gave a sigh of relief happy that it did not explode. He rolled it off of him, dusted himself off and stood up. He took a half dozen steps forward and yelled to Shifty, "I'm okay" the mini nuke exploded behind him launching him into the air. He rocketed into the sky nearly ripped apart by the blast. Flash would have been in nearly unbareable pain if he wasn't so amazed by how cool it was flying through the air spitting in the physic's stupid face. It was frankly unbelieveable how high he was going. Maybe luck was actually smiling on him for once! Then he slapped face first into the front of a circling vertibird. Turns out luck just likes to screw with him sometimes. His nose broke on impact and a few of the fingers in his left hand snapped. Blood gushed out of his mouth across the front of it. He slid sideways down the front before catching a hold on the side with his right hand. He looked up and saw the people within. "Can I get a *spits out blood* hand?" He said with a frankly pathetic look across his face. Like a dog from an ASPCA commercial.

 

[Souplex]

Frank was hurtling through the air towards the Behemoth cavalier.
[Agility]Frank sailed through the air with the grace of a Mirelurk launched out of a catapult.
"Prepare to be tilted off thine steed vi-"
Frank was knocked away by the mutant's club.
The impact made that annoying ping you would hear when you hit something with an aluminium bat, only significantly louder.
A rather loud unpleasant stream of obscenities came from Frank as he was sent flying in the direction of a nearby diner, crashing next to a strange man on a bicycle.

 

[Souplex]

Frank found himself in a nondescript section of wasteland, with a Brotherhood Outcast, an old man in a wheelchair, and a ghoul.
The Outcast heckled him.
"Pathetic. How did you ever manage to kill me?!"
"Because you were't as big as a building, riding a horse as big as a building, and wielding a club the size of a small building."
"I was under the impression that I only had one daughter. I guess I was wrong, since I also have you!"
"Shut up dad."
The ghoul spoke next.
"I thought I taught you better than that Ladybug."
"I'm sorry master."
The man in the wheelchair spoke.
[HEADING=3]"Get up Frank, there's still work to do."[/HEADING]
"I'm not sure I can."
Each of the men proceeded to slap Frank.
[HEADING=3]"If you don't, then who will?"[/HEADING]
Frank began to wake up.
"Ahh well... the women of the Brotherhood will have to wait for me to finish with this one..."
What?! Frank had called dibs on all women in the Brotherhood, except his mother and sister. Nobody was allowed to schtupp them!
The man rambled to himself, while doing something to Frank. He was clearly insane
The man took some of Frank's caps from the slot in his armor where he kept his money.
Frank bolted up, accidentally headbutting the man in the process.
[Perception]The man who just robbed him had a bicycle nearby.
Frank ran over to the bicycle while the man clutched his freshly-bruised head. Frank hopped on the bike. It shuddered beneath his weight, but held together.
"I'm sorry I accidentally headbutted you after you so kindly sold me your bike on the cheap!"
[Endurance]Frank pedaled off towards the Behemoth at alarming speed, the bike creaking and shuddering as he rode.

 

[Rip Van Rabbit]

Did Lucy's shot land? She didn't completely know, because she was dancing in utter joy!

Spoiler: Accurate-Representation-of-Lucy's-Dancing Gif!

To elaborate, there was a massive explosion on the impact of her shot, which caused another explosion and subsequently an even greater explosion as all the mini-nukes on the Behemoth's bandoleer reacted in quick succession.

Lucy's brain, however, only processed one very large explosion, she immediately unclipped her seatbelt and started dancing, wooping and cheering.

"Gilford!! Did you see that!? I am a Gauss-Rifle-Goddess! Seriously I'm gonna become a teacher at the Citadel, all the little Bro-hood kiddies will come to me for lessons! There will be stickers, gold-stars, nap-time and I'll even get gosh-darn crayon drawings from all the little boys that fall in love with Miss Black! I want rainbows and unicorns an-"

Lucy's little speech that was bordering on mania, was cut short by the sheer force of the shockwave caused by all the concentrated explosives going off at once. Frank warned against radiation not reaching them, but she forgot about the force of an explosion.

Since Lucy was not clipped into her seat, she was sent tumbling around the back, like a lost sock in a washing machine. Something had made impact with the Vertibird, which caused Gilford to shriek, yes, shriek in surprise.

She groaned with pain as she rolled onto her back, pulling her ankle loose from being tangled in one of the seatbelts. "That hurt my everything."

"Can I get a...hand?"

An unfamiliar, but very bruised and bloodied face had appeared on the nearby ledge, he had coughed up blood mid-speech.

"Hi!" Lucy was still in happy-mode apparently, she peered at the man upside down, since she was laying on her back.

She got up and shakily moved towards him, putting one foot on each end of the entrance hatch, she grabbed his arm with both hands and pulled with all her weight.

Lucy recalled a pre-war song about raining men, she wondered if it was indeed raining men. Her new guest was pulled on top of her and helped into a seat. She clipped him in for safety.

"You're in safe hand's buddy, you're with the good guys, okay?" she pulled out two stimpacks and injected one on the upper thigh of each leg.

"That's as far as my medical expertise goes. You look in real bad shape there. I didn't mean to hurt you. I was taught that injecting into the thigh was a great place for optimal blood circulation or whatever." She was babbling nervously, she was worried about her badly-injured guest.

"My name is Lucy, I'm a friend." she added with the most reassuring smile she's ever made "Can you tell me what your name is?"

 

[ImSkeletor]

Flash smiled nervously and responded to Lucy, "Im Barry...Barry Allen. I heard some explosions and came to help. But a mini-nuke came out of nowhere and slammed me into a wall. Then it went boom and launched me up here. And..uh this happened," he said holding up the fingers in his left hand which are broken in several different places. "Thankfully it was my left hand, doesn't matter nearly as much because the arm was already busted." He pulled back the bandages to reveal his left arm which was held together purely by some skin with the bone jutting out significantly from the wound. He wrapped it back up the smile growing as he began to feel safer. "Oh and Lucy, that explosion freaking fantastic," he said extending his hand to her. "The best I have ever seen bar done and thats one beautiful weapon right there."