The REALLY Wild Wasteland. (The Fallout RP!)

[The Harkinator]

*GULP* And this is one big synchronised gulp between Evan and Dudley. The kind of extra loud gulp that reverberates around a silent room full of people.

Except with this going on Evan was wondering how he had become a member of the Brotherhood of Steel and the Enclave at the same time.

Dudley was wondering if you superglued a mirelurks claws together could you start your own mirelurk farm? Then he wondered how the hell this had happened. Odd train of thought that lad. Words finally made their way up his recently vomit-stained throat and finally somehow made it out of his mouth, "So which gets to be mister 18, and do they get to boss around little miss 19 because they're higher up the list?"

You know Fallout Jack might want to invest in a more expressive helmet with this emerging double act around. Especially since Evan gave Dudley a sharp kick to the knee. More appropriate words made their way out of Dudley's mouth this time, "YEAH! We're up for that, pack us up and let us go. We are ready for this." Some enthusiasm might allow them to finally leave Fort Knox. Even if they were forced to encounter the Enclave again it would get them out. Though Dudley couldn't resist one thing. "Oh yeah, and I call number 18." Jabbing himself in the chest with his thumb, "So you better get used to takin' orders 19."

Dudley always wanted to join a secret society. Now he had he was trying to make the best of it.

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Yes ma'am, time to kick the grate and get out into the corridor. Nice to stand up straight again...

Ok this all looks like some snazzy technology, well, durable technology and to William that was the best kind around. He put the grate back as best he could, the old thing was rotted around the edges but could fit again. After all, if you're going to get through somewhere you need to LEAVE EVERYTHING AS YOU FOUND IT. Close doors behind you, put that box back where you got it from, don't take anything you don't need. After all, the more you change things, the greater the likelihood somebody will figure you out.

Alice *ahem* the Captain, was talking to him through the little speaker, giving a few details on the place. The bit he was in was barracks and a guard post, leading up to the surface and down further into the vault. A Vault, now that sounded like the kind of place worth heading for. But he would need a uniform, probably best to get that first. If someone saw him from a distance they wouldn't stop him.

William considered making some trouble on this level, he could damage lights, tamper with wiring, disrupt the Enclave in some way. But with the amount of troops probably stationed here it might not be worth the risk. He needed to find a good uniform, and the Enclave files. William peeked round the corner and decided to find a victim *ahem* volunteer to donate their uniform. After that, he thought, the most valuable stuff probably wouldn't be too close to the surface.

We need to go deeper.

 

[maninahat]

Beryl sucked the last remaining ebbs of life out of cigarette number 80. It took her four packs to get through the last few hours of white noise issuing from Sylph's mouth, and she still could feel her hands clenching in silent fury. She scrambled for cigarette number 81, and started puffing away. Soon, the blue-grey miasma was once again swirling around her head, helping block out the constant chatter. Annoyingly, whilst she had kept silent the whole time, Johnny was still willing to indulge her endless questions. You're only encouraging her, she thought.

"Hey look! Super Mutants!"

Number 81 dropped out of Beryl's mouth. She clambered off the Brahmin and crouched low. It eventually occurred to her that their caravan was probably visible from a mile away. Fan-fucking-tastic. She swung the Thompson into her hands, and waited for the inevitable gun fire.

"Hey! Lude!" he said, "How's it going old friend? What the fuck happened to you man?" said Johnny.

She shot a confused look over in his direction.

"Well throttle my shit," said Beryl, "you know those assholes?"

"WHY GOD WHY!!?!?!" cried the Robobrain. She saw the super mutants jump in surprise. She knew that fucking machine would be a liability. Johnny pacified it with a hammer. Why haven't I tried that on Sylph? yet? she thought.

"Johnny, I want a chance of making it to retirement. Sort this out."

 

[Generic NPC 22]

Sylph was confused (pronouced confuse-ed), smiling and filled with glee but still our happy go lucky 18 year old, bat shit crazy, maniac of a girl was confused and it showed as she moved from one foot to another trying to get a better look at something. While Mister Johnny Shakes was talking to Mister/Missy (Sylph couldn't tell the difference to be quite honest) Moody Ludey, the blue haired wonder girl was climbing onto a piece of wreckage and finally saw what it was that she had been so curious about.

"Hey look! Mister/Missy Moody Ludy has a baby!!" The girl exclaimed as she pointed towards what would be the equivalent of a Super Mutant baby bjorn.

"It looks so so so so so so so so so soooooooooooo soooooooooooooooo SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO awesomely cuuuuuuuute!" The crimson clad lass said as she struggled to get a better look.

Funny thing is that Super Mutants don't breed, they're made from F.E.V. exposure but that little nugget of information was lost on little miss sunshine.

"WHO YOU CALLING BABY!?!" Responded a voice that sounded nothing like what Sylph was expecting, which only made Mister Mini Mutant even more interesting to our curious cat.

A curious side note about Mister Mini Mutant: Mister/Miss Moody Ludy was his second Super Mutant mount; his first having been lost in a fighting arena to some wanderer who got lucky with a super sledge. He was still haunted by the phrase "Two man enter, One man leave."

Anyhow, back to the show and quite a show it was during that little aside because Mister Mini Mutant was now face to face with the bright eyed bushy tailed post teens teenager and yes, Sylphee was perched on top of Mister/Miss Moody Ludey's head while she was looking at Mister Mini Mutant.

"Mister/Miss Moody Ludey, why's your baby have a cigar? Don't you know smoking is bad? I was told once that smoking stunts your growth. Aren't you worried about your baby being short? Hey Mister Mini Mutant, can I have that cigar? Why do you smoke? Where do Super Mutant babies come from?"

"WHY GOD, WHY?!?!"

*BANG*

"Mister/Missy Moody Ludey stop moving so much you'll wake your baby! Hey little fella, you're the cutest little Mister Mini Mutant I've ever seen! Did you know that?"

"THAT'S IT, HUMAN! YOU DIE NOW!" Mister Mini Mutant screamed as every ounce of patience he had was expended in a matter of seconds.

And thus the companions found themselves in quite a unique situation, Mister/Missy Moody Ludey was trying to calm the situation down while Mister Mini Mutant was up and our of his Mini Mutant bjorn and chasing Sylph.

"You'll never get me, Mister Mini Mutant." The girl exclaimed with glee before turning to Mister Johnny Shakes and Missus Meryl Barrel.

"We're playing tag! You should plag too, Missus Meryl Barrel." Sylphee said as she ran by, tagging Missus Meryl Barrel on the rump.

"WHY GOD, WHY?!?!

*BANG*

 

[RobDaBank]

Wayne saw Stan in a clearing. "Stanley!" He shouted before moving over to him. "Just what the fuck are we going to do now?" He couldn't decide for himself. They were in a dense area that had already proven to be full of danger, but following the crustacean seemed like a worse idea, especially now it was being controlled by some kind of maniac.

Even if the man was enclave, he didn't look to be in a mood for answering questions. So far Wayne's whole experience in the Capital Wastes had been terrible, and he found himself longing for the Mojave. "Damn, I even miss Cazadores" He found himself saying out loud.

 

[TheDoctor455]

"Lude!" Johnny shouted, chasing after them, "Calm down! Sylph didn't mean anything by it. She's just curious! Lude!"

Despite all other expectations one might have of a super mutant, even a tiny one... Lude calmed down, and looked at Johnny.

"Hey," Lude said in a voice more like his old self(1), "She your kid, Johnny? Just how old were you when you started foolin' around?"

Johnny caught up to Lude, "Probably too young, but... NOT THAT young, man. Where've you been?"

"Oh, here and there," he said, "You know what the Enclave is like."

"Yeah... probably stuck wires all over you and pumped you full of rads to see what'd happen. Idiots."

"Got that right," Lude grunted.

"Still, you have to be the shortest super mutant I have ever seen," Johnny said, putting his hand on Lude's shoulder, "Seriously, you make Sylph here look like a giant."

"Is that the brat's name?" Lude said, "I thought Slyphs were supposed to be sexy forest nymphs or beautiful girls that turn into trees or something."

"Uh... yeah, I think so," Johnny replied, "Hey, have you seen Thumper in a while?"

Lude's face darkened, "Yeah... she wants to talk to you. She's waiting in Megaton. Something about a kid."

"It can't be mine," Johnny said.

"What, you went infertile all of the sudden? Not like there are that many working contraceptives these days."

"No, we never actually... did it."

"Ah."

Johnny gestured to the others, "Hey guys, its okay. Just come on over here! Lude's an old friend of mine. Sylph, I didn't catch what you said to him, but you need to apologize. Lude's normally a very laid-back guy, so whatever you said must've REALLY riled him."

(1)Lude used to be a 30 year old hairdresser, who REALLY knew the nightclub scene (such as it is) in the Wastes of America. He and Johnny used to go to town in the ruins of Hollywood, charming girls with a whole lot of bullshit. Then the Encalve grabbed Lude (few nights after Lude told Johnny about Old Man Z's place, incidentally), and did all manner of truly wonder- I mean... 'horrifying' things to Lude.-Ed.

 

[Souplex]

Spoiler: Frank put on another song as he got to work on another project

Frank realized that Elder Lyons may have been planning something that involved subtlety in addition to airdrops.
[Sneak 10/25][Failure]Frank hated subtlety.
Frank decided to revive a project that he had started planning he left the brotherhood but never got around to making; a device that used industrial lasers to cut holes in walls.
[Jury Rigging]Frank had all the parts he need: A fission battery for power, a vacuum and some rubber to make it stick to surfaces, some spare parts to make it spin, and an industrial laser for it to cut as it spins. (The difference between industrial lasers and combat lasers is that industrial lasers fire a constant beam meant for cutting or melting and tend to lose effectiveness over distance, while combat lasers are single shot, but remain effective at range.)
[Repair 100/70][Success!]Frank assembled the parts successfully and has made his laser-hole-cutter.
[Lockpicking 25/50][Failure.]Frank did so hate subtlety, but there was now another part of subtlety he could avoid. (It was sort of like that old video game Oblivion; there was a skill for picking locks, but with a high enough alteration skill you could cast a spell to open any lock, making lockpicking worthless)
"-NOT A DRILL! I REPEAT, WE ARE AT A FULL-SCALE CRAB BATTLE!"
"Well fuck me in the ass with a rusty chainsaw!"
Frank folded up his laser-cutter, put it in a compartment on his armor, grabbed Danielle's rifle, and ran out the door.
"Let's get to work!"

 

[SamtheDeathclaw]

Wayne appeared at Stan's side.
"Just what the fuck are we going to do now?" he asked angrily. He was obviously not in a great mood.
Stan shrugged and watched the Enclave bloke wrangle the 'lurk.
"I would ordinarily suggest running. Under these special circumstances, I would suggest hobbling quickly." Stan said, deadpan, as the man cackled and turned the beast around.

Stan eyed the distance to the alleyway. He could make it. No telling about Wayne.
"Oi." he nodded at the alley. "Down there. Some raiders. Carefully, now. This'll be touch'n'go for a while. Let's go."

Stan turned back to the 'lurk. It was less than fifty yards now. It seemed to be slower, now. Or maybe it was Stan's imagination? No telling.

He offered his arm to Wayne. "We need to move. Pretty soon. Like, thirty seconds ago or so." he said as they made their way across to the alley.

 

[RobDaBank]

Wayne followed Stan to the alley, he was tempted to take Stans hand to let him drag him into the alleyway, but he had also seen the raiders and needed his hands free. 

There were 6 of them, all occupied by the crab, Stan got to the alley first, Wayne crouched and raised his 10mm pistol as he entered, opening fire on the furthest but most open one. [Sneak attack critical on Raider] The round landed in his chest, instantly killing and propelling his body back.

'We got company!' Called a female raider, right before Wayne put a round in her head. The other four ran for cover, Wayne followed suit and hid behind a trash can. He watched where Stan went so he knew where not to shoot and prepared to take out whatever Stan couldn't manage.

 

[maninahat]

Beryl lowered her Thompson, and gave a sideways squint to "Lude". Things were getting real crowded around here, and she wasn't sure she liked having a super mutant hanging around, let alone one who was friends with that junky. Alone, she might be able to exert some influence over Johnny, but that wouldn't work if the guy had a super mutant to fight for his corner, even one this diminutive.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, I'm sure," she said, seeing how that much was yet to be evident. She paused for a moment, gave an exaggerated yawn, and glanced at the spot on her wrist where a watch would have been. "Well, it's nice meeting you. We'll have to catch up some time..." she tried to haste the caravan onwards past the green hulks of flesh, but Johnny and Sylph didn't seem quite so ready to move on. Sylph still apparently owed the short one an apology, and she already knew that the manic pixie was beyond being ordered around.

She let out a long sigh, which was then replaced by violent coughing. Hacking up the best part of her last twenty cigarettes, she found herself no longer able to gauge her surroundings. Unlucky for her, that was the same moment when a rampaging Yao Guai barrelled into the side of her Brahmin.

"Sweet fuck!" She screamed.

Her, Brahmin and mutant bear fell down as one. The Yao Guai carried on past the group, leaving Beryl's bad leg trapped underneath a quarter ton of wheezing cow. Panicking, she looked around for her Thompson. It was crammed underneath the animal too. It was the only thing keeping full weight of the bovine from crushing down on her.

Looking up, she saw the Yao Guai had already reorientated itself, and was preparing for another charge.

"Any of you FUCKS going to HELP?!"

 

[The Harkinator]

Nobody around the corner, the corridor looked empty to William, but what was this? A shadow at the wall? Somebody was round the next corner! The silhouette was too small to be wearing Power Armour, this was his chance to get a uniform. The collar was small enough that if he pulled the uniform up high enough it wouldn't be very noticeable, though anyone standing right in front of him would see it.

William knew what he had to do, silently drawing his sword he pressed himself against the corner and knocked on the wall, the sound would attract the guard and......

......The silhouette began to turn away. 'Wait no.... No! You can't just ignore it! Come back I need you! What kind of person are you that doesn't investigate strange noises?' Silently cursing the soldier William rounded the corner and quietly padded down the corridor. This time he would just kill the Enclave soldier and take their uniform, this time there would be no-

'OH COME ON! THAT JUST ISN'T PLAYING FAIR!' There were two voices talking jut around the corner, the victim to be had stopped to speak to someone. William didn't want to charge both of them at once, it could risk everything. Instead he backed off halfway down the hallway and watched the shadows, they didn't speak for long, then one of them began coming round William's corner. 'Quick run back, wait for him around the next corner and get him there.' Since his brain seemed to know what was what William complied.

Hiding round the corner until the footsteps got louder and Louder and LOUDER William stepped out and swung his sword at what he thought would be neck height.

Yeah this is third time half-lucky, because the soldier was wearing an uniform and the sword had killed him... but the blow wasn't at neck height, William swung too high and the blade had bit deep into the skull at the eyes. Ouch. William stripped the soldier of his uniform, putting it on over his own clothes and pulling the collar up high in an attempt to mask the bomb collar. William cleaned his blade on the dead man's vest and, with an apologetic thought, stuffed the body in the grate he had come through. Then, adopting a pose where he stood up straight with his nose slightly high in the air William began walking back down the hallway.

 

[TheDoctor455]

"Any of you FUCKS going to HELP?!"

Johnny groaned and rushed over to help the cold ***** out. He quickly put the brahmin out of its misery with his lever action, then pushed it off of Beryl. Then he helped her up. The entire time, he fixed her with a cold glare. His way of telling her that he knew full well that she was going to try to use his addictions against him, and then he mouthed the word "don't."

Without a word or another glance, Johnny aimed his rifle at the receding figure of the yaoi gui, and fired several rounds into its belly and hind legs. The bugbear crumpled to the ground, then struggled for a few moments to drag itself away, before finally giving up and dying.

 

[maninahat]

Beryl picked her thompson up, and then herself with it. Thankfully, Johnny was there to lend a hand. She couldn't help noticing him giving her the stink eye the whole time. She was going to say something unsavoury about it, but her circumstances didn't exactly recommend that as the best course of action. Johnny silently mouthed a negative, something which Beryl didn't quite understand at the time, but took into consideration all the same. It occurred to her that the two might be having a falling out, sooner rather than later.

She gave the gun a quick shake to test its rigidity. As she turned to aim at the Yao Guai, Johnny had already crippled it into submission with a few well aimed shots. She whistled in admiration and turned to the next Brahmin in the caravan. One cow down, three to go. As she stepped forward, she felt a couple of bruises make themselves known.

"Guh, bastard. Sylph, I s'ppose you'll be wanting the meat?"

Lacking anything in the way of a knife, she hadn't a means to cut into the Brahmin or the bear. Best leave it to the cooks. Right now, she wanted to content herself with a slug of whisky and another half dozen smokes.

 

[Rip Van Rabbit]

"-NOT A DRILL! I REPEAT, WE ARE AT A FULL-SCALE CRAB BATTLE!"

Lucy immediately threw her hands up into the air and started stomping back to the armoury. If you paid close attention, you could even decipher what she was angrily muttering in-between the frequent swearing.

"Seriously?! A fucking giant crab?! - YOU! BROTHERHOOD WENCH!" she pointed at the scribe like he had murdered her mole-rat, "Give me...that one...and two of those!"

She tucked the smaller items under each arm and hauled the larger item with both hands along the floor, she made her way through crowds of soldiers, shouting obscenities in order to make her presence known. It seemed some soldiers had chosen to stay inside, unsure of what to do or even where to go.

"All I want is a normal day, you know? Just sit down with a good book and - goddamnit move asshole!" she shouted behind her as she made her way to the entrance of the courtyard where the noise outside grew chaotic. "I did not sign up for crabs! I hate crabs, mirelurks, whatever you want to call those goddamn abominations that roam this Wasteland!"

Lucy immediately thought of the many death-camps she would create for said creatures in her campaign to rid the Wasteland of anything with pincers.

Once outside, it was difficult to miss the sight of the Nukazilla, yet our pigtailed heroine identified it as a Nukalurk. They were exceedingly rare in the Wasteland, yet a common feature in horror stories told to children in order to deter them from drinking too much nuka-cola lest they become addicted.

This explained Lucy's simultaneous hatred and disgust directed towards anything with a set of pincers. She was finally coming face-to-face with her childhood boogey-monster.

She dropped her heavy items to the side and pointed at the Nukalurk, shouting at its ugly face, "YOU! Foul-smelling Demon! You just made this shit personal!"

Lucy couldn't hoist the weapon onto her shoulder, since the weight was simply too much for her, so she loaded a missile into the missile launcher, sat on the ground and used herself as a makeshift stand to set an angle for her crude explosive launcher.

With a last-second smirk, she sent a missile soaring into the shoulder of the glowing demon. She wasted no time and prepared her next shot, finding heavy weapons extremely unwieldy yet oddly satisfying. She intended for the second missile to hit it square in the face, yet she had no direct experience with this kind of weapon, only its use was fairly easy to grasp on a theoretical level.

Experienced with explosive weaponry she was most certainly not, since the missile had soared below the face and into the toughened upper torso. Pushing and then kicking the weapon aside, she started shouting at the Nuka-asshole that was still very much there in full force, "You know what your problem is!? You're too clingy!"

Drawing her familiar Gauss Rifle and peering through the scope, she sent a shot ringing into its face, "Get that through your head!"

Not noticing any immediate effect, Lucy's heart sank and so did her confidence as she made what she called a *tactical retreat* and slinked away to a better position. A position that didn't involve her imminent death.

Making her way back towards the courtyard entrance, she called out loudly, "Fraaaaaank! I'm volunteering for one of your crazy plaaaaans!

 

[ImSkeletor]

Barry sat back in his chair and looked at this Reverse-Flash in the eyes and said, "I'm sorry "brother", but I?m not giving up my mind. HEROES do not make deals with people who threaten their friends"
Eobard looked straight back with a look of sadness, "I was quite afraid that would be your response. I was hoping we could end this in a civil manner. But, I understand. I am, to an extent, you after all. I can respect fighting for your convictions, however naive they are. But, I do hope you do understand the... gravity of this decision. This is life and death, and I fear that you chose the latter here, brother. There is no way out of this. There is no cutting the knot or any such thing. I am going to kill you. It will be rather unpleasant, for each of us, but mostly for you. Bones will be broken, organs will be ruptured, and you will pray for death. Then I, in my infinite mercy, will give it to you."
"I understand. But I would rather die FIGHTING than to lay down and be imprisoned," Barry replied rising from his chair.
Eobard nodded and rose to his feet. They entered their fighting stances. The ground began to shake wildly. The sound of an alarm came from everywhere at once. Barry noticed that he lacked his Bro-Fists. True hand to hand combat. Eobard swung. Barry ducked and fired two shots into Eobard's gut. He laughed it off. Barry gave a right hook trying to catch him off gaurd. Eobard got it in his palm and delivered a hook of his own. The force span Barry around. Blood drizzled from his mouth as he took a solid blow to the back of the head which toppled him to his knees. Reverse-Flash chuckled, "Stand up. I'm not done with you yet." Flash pushed himself up to his feet and turned around. He raised his fists before taking a kick to the gut. Eobard attempted to follow it up, but Barry dodged deftly showing the fight still in him. He capitalized with a few good punches, but Eobard barely stumbled from the blows. "Hit me Barry. REALLY HIT ME!" He took several more blows to head. "I knew you couldn't do it brother." He said knocking Barry off his feet with one punch. Eobard placed a knee on each of Barry's shoulders and laid blow after blow. His teeth were torn out of his gums by the blows. His nose crunched into his face. His right eye was replaced with a puddle of jelly and blood. Blow after blow rained down for nearly a minute. His skull cracked and blood poured from his forehead. "Beg me Barry. Beg me." He grabbed Barry's left arm and twisted it so the elbow was facing him. He slid his knee over the elbow and grabbed the wrist. "Beg me." He pulled the wrist and the arm snapped. Barry's squeals of pain grew ever louder, but he would not beg. Eobard stood and looked upon the broken body below him, "I'm impressed brother. You didn't beg. At least you will die like a man. Like a HERO as you would put it." Eobard raised his boot into the air. He slammed it back down shattering Barry's skull underneath. A final breath exited his mouth.

 

[Souplex]

As Frank ran down the hall, he passed some scribes running into the lower regions of the Citadel.
"Apparently there's some Enclave guy riding the back of the crab."
[Tactics 65/60][Success!]Interesting...
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Danielle was about to go get her rifle from Frank when he burst in the door and threw her rifle to her.
Danielle caught the rifle out of the air.
"There's an Enclave guy riding the crab, I need you to shoot him down so I can give him a black eye, a fat lip, and a shattered spine."
[Tactics 95/40][Success!]Removing the Enclave soldier would enable Gilford to resume pulling the crab once he got back in the air. He'd probably be able to avoid further Nuka blasts as well.
"Mind telling me what the new stuff on the rifle does?"
"No time. You're a smart girl, you can figure it out."
And with that, Frank dashed out. Danielle knew she couldn't keep up with him, somehow he ran just as fast in full armor as he did in shorts.
After a bit of running Danielle made it onto the wall of the Citadel, and saw the Crab in the distance. Frank was running to it like the lunatic he was.
Danielle switched on her scope and looked at the crab. At the top of 50-ish feet of crabmeat there was indeed an Enclave soldier. He was hanging on by a grappling hook.
[Energy Weapons 100/90][Success!]Danielle lined up a shot on the grappling hook.
"Time for operation Dummy drop."
[Precision][Laser Commander]A yellow laser shot out of her rifle's upper barrel, and into the grappling hook.

 

[Rip Van Rabbit]

"Eww!"

That was the eloquent statement uttered by our bookish heroine as she watched the blue sludge dribbling down the demon's body as it seemed to prepare some sort of concentrated projectile attack. She needed a better vantage point. So she chose the Citadel Wall and made her way up the stairs.

Rapidly reloading her Gauss Rifle, she tried to find a spot that wasn't being used as highway for human activity. Bingo! For the sake of stability, she decided to crouch next to a Brotherhood soldier with what looked like an extensively modified laser rifle...it was absolutely beautiful...yet she snapped out of her admiring trance and examined the Nuka-douche from the bottom-up.

The joints of the legs looked like an enticing area for her to do some extensive and repeated damage. The beast was now using its claws to cover its face, so that area was out of the question. Torso was a no-brainer, her missiles barely made a scratch. Just above, what in the name of Blamco, was that - yes, it was an Enclave Soldier using the beast as his personal stead.

Enclave bastard!

Fine, bring it to its knees and tear it down. This will require some of Lucy's finest precision work...and applied theory.

She concentrated on the right knee and sent a Gauss bolt ringing towards her intended target area and smirked as it embedded itself deeply. Instead of her previous work on her first behemoth encounter, Lucy was going to concentrate all her shots into one area, hopefully crippling the joint or severing the connective tissue entirely.

In order to prevent her nerves from getting the better of her, she started shouting at the Enclave Soldier with a heavy layer of ferocity. "There are three conditions you have to meet in order to terrify someone. You failed in two area's!"

She fired another shot and shouted in between reloading and instinctually adjusting her aim.

"One, the monster can't speak."

As if it were on cue, the monster bellowed out in a low and deafening groan. It wins there at least.

"Two! The monster has to be unidentifiable."

She nailed the knee once more, burying her third round inside it, she was impressed with herself for keeping calm under the conditions. Yet her work was far from complete and she readied another bolt and sent it's destructive force into the knee once again.

"Three! It's meaningless if the monster can DIE!"

And on her final word, she adjusted her aim for the monster's movement and watched as her fifth round entered the deep wound she had slowly been creating, only for it to rocket outwards on the other end, creating a devastating exit wound.

She smirked and savoured the damage she was doing and she would have continued, if it weren't for the blinding and devastating yellow laser that had erupted from the rifle next to her, throwing Lucy completely off her guard as she dropped to shield her eyes.

She was disorientated from witnessing the impressive beam of light through her scope.

 

[Generic NPC 22]

Now you know what they say when you assume thjngs, suppose was the word you used but still suppose is synonymous with assume, Missus Meryl Barrel. Whatever, I lost whatever it was I was going to say. Let's just assume it was witty and charming and silly and awesomely delighful and on track, for a change.

Anywho, there was a sound that came from behind a pile of wreckage that located close enough to have been heard by Mister Johnny Shakes and Missus Meryl Barrel. Judging by the tone of the vocal cords that made this particular noise, somewhere between a growling muskrat and a pair of mating narwhals, it might or might not be particularly friendly, hell it could have been another Radioactive Mister Teddy Ruckspin for all Mister Johnny Shakes and Missus Meryl Barrel knew.

The sounds of the Wild Thing behind the wreckage suddenly stopped a moment later, just seconds after Missus Meryl Barrel mentioned Steaks made out of the Radioactive Mister Teddy Ruckspin, and was replaced by another ominous noise.

"*YAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWNNN!!*" Came the yawnings of our beloved girl in red as she woke up from her much deserved and much needed nap.

"*YAWWWWWWWWN!!!*" came the rumblings from Sylphee's nappy nap partner Mister/ Miss Mini Mutant who had an arm draped over the skinny body of the blue haired girl. Noticing this, Sylphee gently placed Mister/Miss Mini Mutants arm to the side and stretched, letting out another luxurious yawn as she rubbed her sleepy blue eyes.

"Are we there yet?" The teenager asked as she got up and straightened out her mussy clothing and mussier hair, not noticing the dead Radioactive Mister Teddy Ruckspin.

Oh wait. Look in the distance about three quarters of a far see away from where the caravan stood.

"Hey look! Hey look Mister Johnny Shakes! Hey look Missus Meryl Barrel! I see walls! I see wall!" The girl shrieked enthusiastically as she poked Mysterious Mister General Atomics Robobrain in the brain bubble.

"Is that it? Is that it?! Isthatit?Isthatit?Isthatit?!?" Sylph asked as she started hopping up and down in excitement. Sure enough, when Mister Johnny Shakes or Missus Meryl Barrel looked towards the horizon, they could see the walls of Megaton.

"Yaaaaaay!"

 

[ImSkeletor]

Eobard awoke in his newly conquered body. He heard the alarms and the words ?FULL SCALE CRAB BATTLE? traveled through the air. He looked down at his wheel chair. "This...this will not do," he said to himself. He pressed his hands into the arms of the chair. He pressed down pushing up slowly and dropping his feet to the floor. His back twinged with pain, but he was able to stand. He took his first step stumbling slightly. He took a deep breath and placed his left foot forward. Then his right. Then his left again. He was walking again. He saw Brotherhood running in every direction. "The Brotherhood: powerful and united, but a little too naive for my tastes. Who else is there. Think, you have all of his mind now. The Enclave, thats it. Perfect. Now I just need an in of some kind. A way to get my foot in the door...Fallout Bob." He gave a glance around the armory. He quickly grabbed five bricks of C4 and a detonator. He began wandering through the Citadel. "There we go," he said as he saw a room full of computers. He sat down in a chair and began searching. A few minutes later he found a file labeled as "Citadel Blueprint" from when the building was first converted. He copied the information onto a piece of paper that was available in the room. He stood up and walked through the Citadel once again, but this time using the map to find his way, before seeing the infirmary doctors run around treating patients. In the confusion he grabbed a defibrillator and made his way out as quickly as he came in. Zoom continued with his plan following his blueprint. He saw that he was just above and infront of the holding cell.

Two brotherhood gaurds stood infront of the door brandishing laser tommy guns. "You know Mikey, we should be out there fighting that giant crab thing. I can't stand being on gaurd duty. I wanna be out there in the action, you know?"

"No Dave, I don't know. I would much rather be on gaurd duty where I can just relax and not have to worry about getting killed than running out there and fighting a skyscraper crab. At least here I'm safe." [HEADING=3]BOOOOOOOOOOOOOM[/HEADING]
The guards were now under a mountain of cement and metal chunks made out of what used to be the ceiling. Zoom dropped down on top of the pile and climbed to the security computer. Locked with a much stronger fire wall than he had the ability to crack. "When the computer is told to open the door it routes a power surge that tells it to open. So..." He grabbed the defibrillator and turned in onto max power. He rubbed the paddles together and pressed it into the computer. It burst into a ball of sparks and fire. Then the door opened infront of him. "Oh, Eobard you are such a genius." He walked into the room which had now gone dark from a blown circuit. "Hey prisoner, You're getting off for good behavior"

 

[Souplex]

A yellow laser disintegrated one of the Enclave soldier's grappling hooks.
[Perception]It looked like Danielle didn't have a good angle to hit the other one.
"How stupid are you Enclave schmucks? You send Bob, we capture him, so they send you. Who are they going to send after we capture you? Did you never hear there was an old lady who swallowed a fly as a kid?"
The Enclave soldier didn't turn the beast around to squash Frank, knowing that doing so would expose him to a laser-light show that would not be improved by any amount of mind-altering drugs.
[Energy Weapons 85/90][Failure.]Frank took aim at the second cable... *Bang bang bang click click click* and missed all three shots.
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A girl who Danielle didn't recognize with a gauss rifle had started firing next to her.
[Perception]She kind of looked like the stealthed silhouette of the girl who tried to sneak past her at Megaton. She had just assumed it was Frank's newest "Playmate" at the time, and he simply wanted to avoid the awkward situation while stealing the Van Graff-mobile.
A series of Gauss slugs impacted the beast's leg, causing it to stumble forward.
[Perception]The other grappling hook was now visible.
[Energy Weapons 100/100][Success!]The window of opportunity would be brief, Danielle knew she had only one shot at this, and she had to make it fast. Danielle quickly lined up a shot.
[Precision][Laser Commander]A yellow laser fired into the second grappling hook, disintegrating it.
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A second laser destroyed the second grappling hook.
"I don't know why she swallowed a fly, perhaps she'll die!"

 

[maninahat]

Beryl's eyes narrowed to slits. The young scab was right - Megaton was just up ahead. Thank God. She was looking forward to getting away from the others for at least a short time. She looked forward to dancing on their graves too, but that would have to wait until she was well enough established.

She sidled on up to the front entrance, where she was greeted by a robot in a stupid looking ten gallon hat.

"Thirsty partner?" Said Deputy Weld, "Try Moriarty's. Coldest drinks in the Capital Wasteland."

"Just open the fucking door," growled Beryl.

A pre-war jet engine hung precariously over head. It rattled and spluttered into life. She instinctively stepped back, in case the damn thing came crashing down. Thankfully, it stayed in one piece long enough to do it's job, driving the gears that peeled the steel gates open.

"Well-"

Then the jet engine crashed to earth and shattered into bits, several feet from where Beryl was standing. Deputy Weld tilted forward and dimly regarding the remains.

"You should get that fixed," said Beryl, pushing past the cowboy robot.

Deputy Weld was at a loss to deal with this situation. Eventually, he did what his rudimentary programming permitted. He gestured to his hat and welcomed the twitching jet engine carcass to Megaton.

"WHY, GOD, WHYYYYYY?!" shrieked the Robobrain. It looked to be the beginning of a beautiful friendship.