The REALLY Wild Wasteland. (The Fallout RP!)

[Rip Van Rabbit]

Sensory overload.

Among the sea of armored-figures, Lucy stood with her head clenched in hands. She presumed that those around her were protected from headache-inducing groan of the Oversized Nukalurk. The irritation on her exposed skin grew as the very environment slowly turned noxious with radiation which lead to severe coughing Lucy's part. She was evidently not fit for radiation exposure.

"Hey!" Lucy spluttered to a soldier throwing up ammunition to those who were taking a stand on the wall. "Rad-X, have you got any?"

"Damn little girl, we're in power armor, remember? Check the Med-bay...-and bring back some stimpacks, I'm running low on my end here."

Lucy tossed her remaining stimpacks towards him. "Take it, I'll be back...*cough*...w-with more." Taking one last look at the monstrosity that had covered the surrounding area in its own bile. She noticed the innumerable amount of pods hitting the ground, writhing and ripping apart. As if things could not get any worse, a distinctive claw emerged from the pod. It was spawning an army.

Aaaaand on that note, Lucy rushed to the med-bay. Taking a large dose of a Rad-X and Rad-Away, restocking on stimpacks and taking a few extras. She was running out of ideas for the Oversized Nukalurk, but as for the approaching army...

Racing to the armory, she found the door open, apparently all forces, major weapons and ammunition supplies were being diverted to the battle at hand. "Exploding frisbees...this could work." she closed the two footlockers and hauled them back onto the walls, thanking science that they were disarmed.

"Hey! More supplies...oh, how do arm a landmine just by the way?" Lucy shouted below, while tossing excess supplies his way.

"Wha-? You crank the little lever on the side or slam it on top if you're an idiot!

Standing up, she could see the fully-formed Nukalurks making their way towards the walls. Working against the clock here, she opened the two footlockers to reveal a surplus of frag mines. Feeling somewhat like the pre-war holo-vision talk-show host Oprah, "EVERYBODY HERE GETS LANDMINES!"

Arming and throwing each mine with rapid succession, she tried to scatter them as best as she could, laying down a solid line before the wall. "You get a mine! And you get a mine! EVERYBODY GETS MINES!" upon hearing their good fortune, the nukalurks started to scream, shout and cry as they discovered a free landmine under their seats while Oprah cackled with laughter.

Drawing her rifle, she scouted the approaching nukalurks with her opposite aiming eye, choosing which to take a shot at...that was her intention at least. That part of the plan never quite came to fruition as she was clutching her blinded left eye, followed by her blood hitting the ground between the tears and screams of agony.

What had exactly happened to put Lucy in such a state? Well, mere moments ago her powered-scope had been shattered by a mockingly precise sniper rifle round. Since the optical scope was in use at the time, some of the remains had painfully embedded itself in her eye.

Bewildered by what had just happened, she only had a moment to survey the damage to her rifle's long-range optical support dangling off the side. That moment was fleeting because as she crawled back into the stairwell and into the corner, the searing and unending pain grew to unbearable levels.

In a vain attempt to make the pain go away, she irrationally tugged at the shards, regardless of the matter that it was her freaking eye. At this point, you couldn't blame her for not thinking rationally.

Her ear-splitting scream that followed the final pull was evidence enough over the kind of damage she had just done to herself.

 

[Generic NPC 22]

Moriarty's Saloon

"Dearest Sylphie wilfie, what ever is the matter? Is there any ickle, wickle thing you'd like to tell me and the nice man over there?" Mommy Meryl Barrel said in the most kindest, most motherly voice that Sylphee had ever heard in her life, not that she had heard very many motherly voices in her lifetime that she could remember. Being that Mommy Meryl Barrel was using such a voice, the little young woman clad in her red dress and red ribbons could only open her mouth in awe as her new mommy talked to her in the kindest tone imaginable.

It took a moment but Mommy Meryl Barrel's question finally registered in some dark recess of her mind and the answer seemed to elude our little space cadet of the Wastelands. Now there were two choices that Sylphee had in front of her.

a) She could have answered with a simple "I dunno what you're talking about Mommy Meryl Barrel!" This would have been the absolute truth since, in fact, Sylphee had no knowledge of her other personality. She was just keen on the fact that every so often she would wake up and there would be a dead body in front of her to look through for shiny stuffs. She never questioned this little enigma and put it off as the Wasteland being a hard and harsh place to live for some people and Sylphee was just lucky enough to find the shiny stuffs to put in her backpack.

That was option a) and it probably would have made her new mommy very, very, veryveryveryveryveryveryvery not happy. So she went with option b).

The small framed girl lunged at Mommy Meryl Barrel, arms open wide and the most giantest smile on her face.

"Attack hug!!!" The girl screamed as she tackled and hugged Mommy Meryl Barrel, twisting in the air so that the young woman landed on top of her Mommy Meryl Barrel, her strong arms hugging the hell out of Mommy Meryl Barrel.

Now it would have been nice if Mommy Meryl Barrel returned the hug or smiles or laughed or did anything of the sort. Yes, it would have but sometimes things aren't nice and sometimes luck just has a habit of shining on certain people.

It was at that very moment that Mister Window Pane went SHATTERRRRRR!!! as Mister Flash Bang rudely broke through the just-minding-its-own-business Mister Window Pane. When Mister Flash Bang went "BOOOM!", it was lucky for Mommy Meryl Barrel that there was someone on top of her that shielded her from the flash and the concussion of the blast.

"ow! ow! ow!" muttered a stunned Sylph as she realized that she was deaf and blind.

 

[Souplex]

Frank had just been shot in the gut by the new Enclave fellow, and now Mirelurks were everywhere. Frank was relatively unharmed from the shot, but he was very annoyed.
"Now it's on!"

Spoiler: Frank cranked up a song to 11

[Piercing Strike]Frank tore out the face of a nearby mirelurk.
Frank began running towards the Citadel's crane, slaughtering mirelurks as he went.
"Somebody get in the crane and swing me at that bastard!"
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The Enclave soldier had cloaked himself and began firing his sniper rifle.
[Perception]Danielle could still see the soldier, despite his attempts to hide from her.
No more of that.
[Energy Weapons 100/100]Danielle lined up a shot on his rifle...
[Success!] A yellow laser melted the barrel of the Enclave soldier's rifle, causing it to sag pathetically.
[Black Widow]"Don't worry; I'm sure it happens to a lot of guys!"
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Frank held onto the hook as it spun. This could end very badly.
At the apex of the swing, Frank turned on his jets, and let go; rocketing towards the top of the crab.
"Time for an all you can eat crabcake buffet!"

 

[TheDoctor455]

Since Johnny Truant had been poking around behind the bar when the flashbang went off, he didn't lose his sight, though his hearing got a bit fuzzy. All he saw was Sylph standing right in a prime spot for whoever threw the fucking flashbang to shoot her down. So Johnny leaped from under the bar, and pushed her out of the way. As he did though... he took a plasma blast to the stomach. Johnny crumpled to the floor. He was still breathing, barely, but not moving.

 

[ImSkeletor]

Eobard watched as Bob began to rampage with a glorious fury. Tearing a door free and tearing through several armed guards yelling all the way. Eobard was a man of opportunity and practicality but even he giggled childishly at the violence that unfolded before him. It was like a beautiful painting. A beautiful painting made with blood upon a canvass of human suffering. He followed Bob but was smart enough the keep a bit of distance. It wasn't as if he could lose him. Just follow the trail of dismembered limbs to the panicked screaming. He quickly looted the bodies taking whatever he thought he may need in the future. Filling his satchel with blood stained explosives and medical supplies. He thought to himself about what to do about Barry's acquaintances at the Citadel. Barry had impressed him in his final moments. He eventually came to the decision to leave them be unless they got in his way. "If they do interfere I will enact swift JUSTICE! I mean vengeance. Swift Vengeance."

 

[Pink Gregory]

"You know, I'm not entirely sure that I should be surprised anymore. The following I have accrued are in part better-armed than I had supposed. Far better. And of course, now that I know this, he might as well be carving me up with his eyes; those lidless, milky eyes, that know me by now better than I; running the point feather-lite across my neck, knowing I can't turn my head. Bloody brigands, they're so...predictable."

"Anyway, hello Journal, it's Crawver again. Dehydration has clouded my vision once again, it's all becoming quite familiar now, but I think we were set upon by giants. Ho hum. Dealt with it as necessary, no autopsy necessary, no new supplies. Bloody hell but I'm thirsty, gave my last water ration to Udders. There were a few of them that seemed drier, but they're not about to curry my favour over Udders. After all, water flows through everything something something me. Ugh, the same bedamned hills and gulfs, the same valleys, the same heavens, the same earth; it's all so bloody monotonous it's enough to drive one...well..."

"No change in Abraham, as usual, how ARGH! I cannot abide this! I need something, SOMETHING to happen! Yes Yes I know the giant happened and the thing with the glowing people happened and the Udders unpleasantness happened but they're not happening now! I need now! I NEED NOW! This unmoving air, it chokes me so!"

*hyperventilation and static*

"Actually, that's not entirely true, he's taken to investigating the fallen giant. Fair game to him, I'm not touching the blessed thing. Wait, wha-"

*TUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUBES!*

"Zounds! He's, he's running off! Don't lose him, DON'T! LOSE! HIM! SO SAYETH THE WET ONE! GO! GO! NOW! Giddup Udders! Oh I feel like, I feel like singing! Oh for a hunting horn! and, and lips I suppose. COO COO CAH CHOO!"

 

[The Harkinator]

"The first rule of Power Armour is YOU DO NOT TALK ABOUT POWER ARMOUR!" No that wasn't it... William was trying to remember some advice he had heard about wearing the stuff. He had never received any training with it or worn a working set before but it seemed simple enough to get on. Since another member of the Fallout Sector had sent him scurrying off to the Armoury to get some William had been thinking hard about the first rule.

Since that didn't seem to be coming to him anytime soon William tried to think of the second rule of Power Armour, which certainly wasn't "YOU DO NOT TALK ABOUT POWER ARMOUR!" and decided it wasn't worth thinking about either. The bulky suit rendered most kinds of bullets pointless 'Ha ha, get it?' and afforded the wearer greater protection against radiation once sealed, though with the bomb collar the neck seals were a little uncomfortable. If the EU decided to detonate it William pictured himself keeling over and smoke coming out of the armours eyeholes, it was enough to make William chuckle, strange for a man to find amusement in his own potential demise but the wasteland can do that to you, the events of the past day can REALLY do that to you.

With this suit now on William really sympathised with the Enclave soldiers, this thing was heavy, William could feel his shoulders straining to keep the armour up and tried to adopt a tall pose, struggling momentarily before slouching under the weight. Except the armour stayed upright in a strong pose. That was it! "The first rule of Power Armour is let the armour do the work for you." It was quite obvious if you thought about it, it was some of the most practical gear in the world, able to survive prolonged battles so of course it wouldn't drive its occupant to exhaustion. After also procuring a plasma rifle from the armoury William practiced walking in the armour for a bit, he wouldn't make much use of it in a fight but it should allow him to walk around just fine.

Ok, take 2 of heading further into the base...

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They were out, they had made it, they were FREE!

Well no they weren't, Enclave Assets number 19 and 18 were free to leave the base but couldn't leave the ever watchful Enclave, simply rushing off would blow their cover as working for the Brotherhood.

Soon Enclave Assets 19 and 18 had returned to their makeshift camp, expecting to find William waiting. Instead they found everything just as they had left it, which was more worrying. There had been no sign that an intruder had been killed while within the base, nor had there been any sort of announcement to that effect but in this case no news was not good news.

"He aint here, why aint he here?" Said Asset 18, looking at various objects strewn around the camp as if they would provide the answer.

"Check for his bike, he might have ditched on us. He could be halfway back to DC and we'd never know." Ordered Asset 19, "Maybe he plans to keep all the reward for himself and pass us off as dead?"

"Where did all this come from? Just cause he aint here don't mean he ditched us." Grumbled Asset 18, making his way down the hidden slope to where William's bike had been stashed, pulling back bristles revealed the aforementioned motorcycle. Asset 18 looked back up the slope to his superior, "Well there ya go, he aint cut and run on us, I knew it, good old Billy. He'll be back soon and we'll all be right as rain." There was a hint of desperation to that last sentence, Asset 19 nodded sympathetically, though he was just stalling for time until his companion said, "He's gotta come back don't he? Just because he aint here don't mean he's..." Asset 18 let the silence hang in the air, raising the possibility without actually saying it.

Asset 19 could have said what was on his mind at this point, that William had ample time to get in, get what he needed and get out again, their antics inside the base should have meant that William would have been at the camp for some time. Instead he said what he thought would help Asset 18 cope best, "See here's what we will do, we make camp here again and wait until tomorrow morning, if he's not back by then we strip his bike for parts and set off east again, we find local merchant caravans and ask them about the Heads, then we head to Rivet City and see if their scientists know anything about the ghouls or the rain. Ok?" The plan was set out to give Asset 18 time to come to terms with the situation, a chance to put a final end to things and a clear goal to keep him occupied afterwards."

There was a lot of the day still remaining so Enclave Assets 19 and 18 spent it taking a much earned rest. The day did not provide any sight of William, and that night Asset 18 set his toolbox down by William's bike, Asset 19 looked on approvingly and understood it meant acceptance.

 

[wilcoblackflame]

Marlon's Van Graff combat armor was more than sturdy enough to take a good few hits, but as far as radiation went, he was in the same boat as Lucy. Letting off a few parting shots, he decided to beat a tactical retreat and maybe pick up something better suited to holding off the horde. If memory served he'd seen one in the armory earlier..

Stopping by the medbay, much like Miss Black had done to dose up on anti-rad goodies, he then made his way to the armory, setting down his laser rifle for now and making to pick up a gatling laser and the bulky pack that came with it before starting to head back out front.

Or at least. That was his plan.

On his way back to the frontline of operation crab rush, he had the questionable fortune to see FalloutBob run past him where some of the passages met. Pausing to consider whether he'd rather take his chances with Bob, ignore Bob and go back to the crabs, but then maybe have a better equipped Bob come at him from behind while the crabs continued their onslaught, he decided to follow Bob and look for a good oppotunity to rip into him wiht the gatling laser. After all, the amount of noise he was makin with the chains alone made for decent cover sound for anyone inclined to follow with discretion, even if they were carrying a large gun.

"Time to do something I'll probably regret." the arms dealer muttered to himself as he quietly followed the rampaging Enclave trooper.

 

[Rip Van Rabbit]

With her hand clenched over her exposed eye-socket, in a futile attempt to stem the flow of blood, our now one-eyed heroine shakily attempted to stand up, only to stumble down the flight of stairs.

Her cries of agony went unnoticed as soldiers rushed past her, all of them focused on the immediate threat to the Citadel itself, over the bleeding female at the bottom of the stairs.

Their armour may be a different colour, they may have different goals, they may be at each other's throats...but it was evident that ordinary Wastelanders had little to no place among their ranks. Cannon fodder at best...

Using the wall to support her weight, Lucy walked steadily along, following a mental map towards the infirmary. Her vision, her basic perception was taken away from her as the tears streamed steadily down her cheeks. One eye could not be relied on at this point, since her vision fluctuated between obscurity and darkness in the haze of confusion and pain.

She could smell the familiar sterile equipment as she entered a new hallway. She knew she was on the right track towards the med-bay, she just had to remember to not go too far or she'd end up in the labs.

At this point, Lucy was driven purely by her instinct to escape the pain that she was in. There was no higher cause, no emotionally motivating factor or even a person to drive her forward. She just wanted to live to experience another day.

Shakily, she dragged out two stimpacks and injected them into her leg. She knew something like a mere stimpack was not enough for the injury she sustained, no, she required surgery. Someone with trained medical expertise. Yet she was alone and nobody was going to help her anytime soon.

Reaching the infirmary, Lucy hastily pulled open medicinal cabinets, looking for anything that might stem the pain.

...Med-X

Personal issues aside, she wasted no time with injecting herself with the potent drug. Emptying the vial, she tossed it to the ground and pocketed two more doses. That should tide her over, but she had to stop the bleeding somehow.

Grabbing handfuls of medical gauze, she pressed it to her bleeding eye-socket for a few minutes at a time. Biting down on her lower lip to prevent herself from screaming. All that could be heard was her heavy-handed breathing and agonizing whimpers as the gauze soaked up enough blood before switching to another handful.

Injecting herself once more with Med-X, her body characteristically went numb while she was scrounging for more supplies. Despite it being useful enough for her to concentrate briefly, her previous tolerance to the drug itself was showing, since she was still experiencing a great deal of pain.

Happening upon a medical eyepatch, she applied a layer of gauze underneath before fitting it roughly around her head.

With her hasty medical procedure over and done with, Lucy took this opportunity to rest. It wasn't a permanent fix, but it was the best that she could do at the moment.

Screams, shouting and bursts of laser could be heard from the hallway's...Yet our Eyepatch-heroine was in no condition to fight or investigate, so she merely curled up against a nearby bed with her damaged Gauss Rifle at her side.

 

[Souplex]

Frank landed on the king crab, when suddenly something knocked him off balance.
[Perception]It would seem that... Shifty? Yes, Shifty was the one operating the crane, and he had smashed the hook into LurkZilla's face.
Frank steadied himself, and directed his attention to the Enclave schmuck.
"Since you're not familiar with nursery rhymes; here's another."
Fran began to charge the Enclave man who was drawing odd looking plasma pistols in response, only to have one of them melted by a yellow laser.
"Schmuck and Frank went up the crab to have an epic battle."
[Super Slam]Frank struck Schmuck in such a manner as to send him flying off the crab.
"Schmuck fell down, towards hard ground."
[Energy Weapons 85/50] *Bang bang bang click click* [Success!] Frank fired a trio of Gauss slugs into schmuck as he flew.
"And some Gauss slugs came flying after."
Frank removed his newly crafted "Rose cutter" from a compartment in his suit, unfolded it, placed it on the NukaCola symbol on the crab's back, and turned it on.
"Ring around the rosy."

 

[Generic NPC 22]

Slave Camp: 9 Years Ago:

The girl woke up to the sound of jovial cheering and harsh laughter that seemed to resonate all around her and as her eyes started to open slowly, she realized that she wasn't in Kansas anymore, not that she was from Kansas or anything like that (It's just a figure of speech okay? What the hell is Kansas anyways?). Where ever she was, it was darkish, the only light source in the room that she seemed to be trapped in was a single torch that seemed to be well on its way towards burning out.

"M-m-mommy? Daddy?" The blue haired girl called out as she started looking around the room at the other people that were shackled to the walls, not that it was even needed, everyone was huddled against the walls, as if they were trying to blend in.

"OOOOHHHHH!!!!!" The voices from outside the room screamed as one, making the sort of sound that you would hear if something amazing had almost happened, which was followed by a resounding cheer.

[small]*CLUNK-CREEEEEEEE*[/small] Came a dreadful noise from beyond the walls of the room.

"S***h? S***H!" A familiar and comforting voice called out from the, though she couldn't quite understand what the voice said, she knew her mommy's voice when she heard it.

*CLUNK-CREEEEEEEEE* Came the noise again.

"Mommy!" The girl with the blue hair called out as she rushed towards the sound of her mommy's voice.

[HEADING=2]*CLUNK-CREEEEEEEEE*[/HEADING] Came the noise once again, obliterating whatever her mommy was saying as the girl that would be known as Sylph reached her just as a pair of men reached out and grabbed mommy.

"Let her go! Lethergo!Lethergo!Lethergo!Lethergo!" The young Sylphee screamed.

"Let go you little brat!" Yelled the man dressed in some sort of uniform that the girl didn't recognize. She knew what the NCR uniforms looked like but she had never seen these Uniforms before.

"Oi. Just bring her along. The men'll enjoy the show." Said the other as they dragged mommy and Sylph through the now brightly lit halls until they reached a packed open air arena. All around her, she saw men cheering and whistling as she and her mother were deposited on the dirt.

Her hand touched something wet and slimy and when she looked at them, she saw that her hands were covered in red. She was staring at her hands when she realized that her mother, who had been hugging the young Sylphee closely against her body was no longer doing so.

"M-m-mommy?"

[hr]

The Smoking Wreckage Otherwise Known as Moriarty's Saloon and Enclave Rally Point:

The girl woke up to the sound of jovial cheering and harsh laughter that seemed to resonate all around her and as her eyes started to open slowly, she realized that she wasn't in Kansas anymore, not that she was from Kansas or anything like that (It's just a figure of speech okay? What the hell is Kansas anyways?). She couldn't quite remember what had happened but she found herself laying on top of Mommy Meryl Barrel, who appeared to be sleeping.

"Mommy Meryl Barrel?" Sylphee asked as she tried to shake Mommy Meryl Barrel for a moment when a pair of armor hands reached down and picked her up to her feel.

"Hey fellas look at what we got here!" Mister Enclave Soldier #497 called out as he looked at his prized catch up and down for a moment, the orange eyes betraying nothing of he was feeling behind his helmet.

"What you got 497?" Asked Mister Enclave Soldier #375 from across the room as he looked at the crumple body of Mister Johnny Shakes.

"Looks like a bit of entertainment for the afternoon. HAHAHAHAH!" Responded Mister Enclave Soldier #497 as he roughly turned Sylphee around in a circle to examine the goods.

"I dunno guys, she looks kinda creepy. Why's she smiling like that? You ask me, she looks like a bad idea waiting to happen. Besides, you heard what #1 said. Clear out the area. That means her too." Asked a third man, Mister Enclave Soldier #219 as he came in the room.

"First off, 219, you think everything's a bad idea and second, you've got your head buried so far up #1's ass I'm surprised you're not wearing #1 like a suit." Mister Enclave Soldier #375 said before laughing and walking to where Mister Enclave Soldier #497 stood holding Sylphee.

"Hey Mister! Whatcha doin'?" The girl dressed in red asked, causing all three of the Mister Enclave Soldiers to pause for a moment as Sylph turned towards Mister Enclave Soldier #497 and showed him something.

"Hey Mister! I think you dropped this." The blue haired girl said as she showed Mister Enclave #497 the plasma pistol that was formerly holstered at his side.

"Hey give me that!" Mister Enclave Man #497 said as he tried to snatch the pistol away from the girl, who held it back whilst yelling:

"Keep away! Keep away! Keep away! Keep away!"

That was until Mister Enclave Soldier #497 managed to grab the girl's ankle causing her to pitch backward.

"YAAAAAARRRRGH!!!!" screamed Mister Enclave Soldier #375 as he was hit by a pew pew pew bolt that erupted from Missy Plasma Pistol.

"5? 5?! YOU *****! YOU KILLED 5!!!" Mister Enclave Soldier #497 screamed as he grabbed at Sylphee, managing to get a hold on the back of her dress.

RIIIIIIIIIIIIIP!!!

"Wh-what the fuck?" Mister Enclave Soldier #497 asked as he saw what the dress hid underneath it.

"Ooooo. You said a bad wooooord!" Sylphee whispered as she smiled at the man before running getting tackled by Mister Enclave Soldier #219.

"OH GOD NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" Mister Enclave Soldier #497 screamed as he was hit by another pew pew pew bolt.

 

[TheDoctor455]

Moriarty's Saloon

"I'm going to regret this," he muttered under his breath as he threw bottle after bottle of booze at the enclave soldiers, once he was sure it would at least cause a nice distraction, Johnny clicked his lighter to life and broke the lid off before throwing it into the small lake of booze that the enclave troopers were standing in.


FWOOOSH!

Sounded, and almost felt like a small bomb had gone off somewhere in the enclave troopers' vicinity, and they were now on fire. It was only then that Johnny noticed that Beryl was a little too close to the flames for... comfort... I guess. (?)


"I know I'm going to regret this," he groaned as he jumped out from behind the bar, ran towards Beryl's limp form, and dragged her back to the relative safety behind the bar. Then Johnny continued hurling bottles of booze at the power-armored jerkwads.


No comment.-Ed.

 

[maninahat]

Beryl delicately shook her head. A moment ago, a teenager had just glomped her to the floor; the perfect proof that one should never show kindness to little girls, ever again. She remembered her head bashing against the jagged parquetry, which shouldn't have done it any good. Then there was a huge bang, and then...darkness? Beryl blinked the greyness out of her vision. The first thing she saw was an Enclave soldier, dissolving into a fine green powder. Then she heard some shouting, and looked over to another batch of troops burst into flames.

Beryl opened her mouth to speak, but nothing appropriate really came out. The conflagration had spread to the area around her, and she needed to move fast. Luckily, before she summoned the volition necessary to move out of the way, she found herself being dragged away from the flaming, screaming men. Unluckily, it turned out to be Johnny. That was at least the second time he'd saved her already. No doubt she was now indebted to him or something by now. Figures. Finally, she found her voice.

"Johnny, you son of a *****!!" she yelled up from the floor, "Hit them with this!" She handed him a bottle of absinthe from beneath the bar.

Beryl carefully manoeuvred herself into a sitting position behind the bar, and decided it would be best to stay out of sight. It wasn't certain who was going to come out of this battle alive, so she figured it was best to wait and see. Ignoring the screams and gunfire, she helped herself to a cap full of whiskey and casually glanced over her Thompson. Seems to be in order, she thought to herself. She laid it across her lap and peeked at the ongoing fight through a fresh bullet hole in the bar.

 

[Generic NPC 22]

The Mangled Remains of Moriarty's Saloon:

Mister Enclave Soldier #219's body seemed to scream FWOOOSH! as Mister Johnny Shakes bashed him in the head with a thrown bottle filled with a green liquid that smelled like licorice and fairies. This of course caused Mister Enclave Soldier #219 to start screaming some rather bad words that made Sylph's ear and cheeks turn red as she'd never known that Mister Johnny Shakes' mom was so flexible nor did she know why a RadRoach would eat Mister Enclave Soldier #219's poop after Mister Enclave Soldier #219 was finish biting Mister Johnny Shakes' head off.

Still the Fresh Faced, Just Barely Legal in most states, Girl in Red wanted me make a good impression with her new friend, Mister Enclave Soldier #219 and that meant helping him put out the fire.

Looking around the room, she spotted a big red box that usually held fire hoses, to which she ran and opened, smiling as she discovered that there was still a fire hose and fire hose nozzle still inside.

"Hey! Mister Enclave Soldier Man! Stand still! I can help you!" The girl said as she unraveled the hose from inside the case and pointed the nozzle at Mister Enclave Soldier #219.

"YOU STUPID LITTLE CU-" Mister Enclave Solider #219 started to scream as Sylphee turned the hose on full blast.

"You're welcome Mister Enclave Soldier Man!" The girl said cheerily as she blasted Mister Enclave Soldier #219 with a blast a water. Unfortunately, and honestly Sylphee had no reason why, Mister Enclave Soldier #219 started flying backwards towards the door. Perhaps the neato armored suits that they wore had jet packs in them! Whatever the reason, Mister Enclave Man #219 went flying out the door, crashed through the railing beyond the door and disappeared.

[small]*CRUNCH*[/small] Said Mister Enclave Soldier #219's neck just barely audible over the roar of the fire hose.

Shutting the hose down, Sylphee sighed contently, though she was disturbed that Mister Enclave Soldier #219 didn't thank her before she realized that something was wrong with her dress.

The back of her dress was ripped from the shoulder all the way down to the small of her back.

Realizing this, the girl fell to the ground and started crying.

 

[TheDoctor455]

Moriarty's
The battle apparently over, the last surviving enclave trooper threw down his weapons, fell to his knees and removed his helmet. Smart man. Without thinking, Johnny took a swig of the absinthe.

Allowing me to step in. No early-warning dramatics this time however... no need for Mr. Truant to pass out; and to be honest, that method is rather tiresome. At any rate... I'm here now... in our... 'fine' establishment. Oh please, I highly doubt that Mr. Traynor... sorry, 'Moriarty' is going to want his... 'watering hole' back, considering the state that it's in. And well, thanks to my good colleague Miss Slyph... he's not exactly in a position to argue, now is he?

Hmm... enclave troopers. Again. How tedious. Ah well...

"WHY DO YOU PURSUE ME?" I said in the deepest, most... 'collective' voice I could manage... which is rather impressive if I do say so myself. While I said this, I jabbed the idiot's thorat with the business end of Johnny's clumsy rifle. Seemed to get the message across. Pity though, considering...

"What the fuck are you talking about man?" he said, already panicking, "I don't know why they sent us here... they just told us to go to Megaton and level this fucking eyesore."

Eyesore? Hmm... Mr. Tennpenny had described this charming little berg as such, but... it seemed doubtful that the enclave would resort to mercenary work, even being as stupidly desperate as they are these days. Well, obviously not going to get anything useful out of this little pillock so...

Johnny could only watch as his arms reached back behind him, dropping his prized rifle, and when his arms brought themselves back to the trooper's throat, they were sheathed in darkness... it was as though a shimmering black cloud had taken them over, and now... it was overtaking the poor trooper's head as well... consuming it. Sort of. All Johnny knew was... one minute his hands were clasped around the trooper's throat... and then... the lights dimmed for a moment... and the trooper was gone. As if he had never been there in the first place. Only then did Johnny regain control over his own body.

"What the fuck was that!!?!?" he shouted, falling backwards onto his ass, hurriedly scrambling away from where the trooper had been until Johnny's back hit the bar.

 

[FalloutJack]

Upon putting on and activating the armor, William would discover some of the important functions of the suit. For instance, the HUD of the thing automatically labeled people by their Enclave classifications. THIS is how they tell each other apart! It also identified certain things and kept track of the suit's status at all times. This powersuit belonged to a #37. After a little work, William managed to work the thing, and then as he headed for the elevator, it opened and a voice behind him spoke up.

FalloutJack: Hey there, 37. Going down? I have to check up with the boss-man.

Doors closed behind them and the large-scale high-speed Vault-Tec elevator headed down, down, down, and...down. Jack seemed to be chuckling to himself, and then he broke the silence there.

FalloutJack: You should've seen those two new guys, man. Merchants, right? They think they'll just walk in and conduct business like we need weapons here, and then they think they'll just walk away after all they've seen. Well, they can, but not without our eye on 'em. One of 'em thought 'processing' referred to a meat packing plant, horfed all over the place thinking we'd cut him apart. I swear, that's a laugh riot. Still, made 'em Assets after giving 'em this bogus, hokey questionaire. THE LOOK on their faces was priceless! The stories they will tell should keep the Brotherhood guessing for weeks.

This was going to go on for a short while still. The Super Vault is three miles down. Even, meanwhile, didn't like being tough on Dudley. He had no choice, though. His training forced him to consider and even plan for the possibility that William wouldn't make it, and the only thing that would make him feel worse about it was...if he was wrong and the man was still alive...while they were taking his stuff. He remained silent for now. Eventually, though, they would have to leave. Morgan Bloom would NOT like this, and neither would the BoS. However, what Jack said about their missions... The boss lady might find THAT interesting.

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Chasing Abraham was a bit of an odd thing. They seemed to be moving a little faster than normal, and also very comedically. Plus, there was this theme [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MK6TXMsvgQg] that was playing. Somehow, this was attracting other chasers. Oh, you know... Another mutant, some dogs, a Mole Rat, and - oddly enough - a man in a police officer's uniform. Good luck figuring THAT ONE out, though. Crawver's cup runneth over with the weird.

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As for Stan and Wayne being led through the sewers, Wayne made a passing comment on the ghoul's possible sanity or lack thereof. Plus, Stan totally thought that this might be a trap. Well, if it WAS one, it was taking a long fucking time to happen, wasn't it?

Ghoul: Feral? Hell no! The onset of the Wet Ones has given us a much-needed clarity. It even calms some of our feral brethren down, though they are still too far gone to be anything but thralls. Nevertheless, we answer the call! This creature they call Nukezilla is only the beginning! The giant freaky mutants shall be swept aside! Now...this pipe will lead you to an exposed area that is a little farther away from the action and...huh?

That strange, he could have sworn he heard a loud and heavy vehicle up there, but it stopped as he was done talking... An examination of the end of the pipe would just reveal a bunch of trashy buildings, nothing flashy at all or dangerous-looking...on the surface at least.

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Frank had really accomplished something now. Well, he AND Shifty along with alot of the BoS support. Let's break it down. He had kicked FalloutDavid after the sniper's rifle had had an unfortunate performance anxiety moment melt at the barrel, likely in retribution of injuring Lucy in the eye. He hadd also fired gauss slugs at the man. Excellent! However, even after that, Frank hadd to have been a bit too busy to notice for one moment that things hadd not worked perfectly. He scored two hits on custom Fallout Sector Armor, one merely a glance. It did the damage, but integrity and death did not follow. The thing that he might've noticed while NukeZilla was being held still by a crane hook to the face was the sound of a grapple gun firing. David Davidson swung under the jaw of the crabby and got back up - this time at the head-neck area, as Frank got Lil' Rosey working. The industrial laser appeared to agitate the monster quite a bit. However...

FalloutDavid: Hey, teacher! Leave that kid alone!

Frank would have to dodge rapid plasma bolts from the soldier's pair of PlasmUzis, which unfortunately WOULD blow up the industrial laser...taking a chunk of armor off of Nukazilla on its back. A small chunk, but suddenly a glowing geyser of charged fluid shot up from the hole, leaving David to go "Uhhh...whoops.". And that was when...from somewhere away from the Citadel...missles fired into the giant creature's side! The giant Nukalurk roar-hissed, lurching and breaking away from the crane to go on a sudden run.


Yes, it was powerwalk/running towards whatever attacked it so it woul strike back and... Wait... Wait wait wait, NO, NOT THAT WAY! THAT'S A BUILDING! Nukazilla fired its Quantum breath over at its unseen adversary, charging in that direction...which meant plowing through buildings and taking the two armored guys for a ride. FalloutDavid, to his credit, grappled back down so he was under the beast's main body where less debris would be thrown. That left Frank up top. Just what the hell had fired frigging missles at it?

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Sara: Yes, I know that wasn't you, Gilford. Looks like Frank exposed a small patch on the monster's back. As soon as he's clear, bomb that spot on its back.

Gilford: Ma'am, it's about to plow through a building. He may not get-

Sara: I SAID, as soon as he's clear, meaning if he gets off, falls off, or mysteriously vanishes in a puff of logic - you WILL take that shot.

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Eobard would end up following Marlon, due to his pause in order to loot bodies, and Marlon was of course also chasing FalloutBob, albeit carefully. The inevitable scene that followed was one that both of them could clearly hear, and then see if they were quick enough.

FalloutBob: Gentlemen!!

Bob had ripped off ANOTHER door and thrown it at a technician in the lab area. Results were painful for the recipient. Rapid laser fire scattered the others, forcing them to look for cover as the big man hurle another door, tore off the chains andd hockey mask, and appeared as naked as he had to Frank Rose before them all, his mouth held in a wild grin as his eyes were bloodshot from the Buffout. The Enclave special agent laughed maniacally as he fired the laser tommygun around the room, then opened his suit up to climb in, putting on his helmet as he ducked retalitory fire. He re-armed himself with his equipment, pulled out his Incinerators - which he was strong enough to go akimbo on - and began firing them around the room.

FalloutBob: BURN!! BURN, BURN, BUUURRRRNNN!!! BE CONSUMED BY MY WRATH MADE MANIFEST, FOR I AM...

He watched the fires surrounding him now, and felt the bottom drop out of his stomach from the Buffout wearing off.

FalloutBob: ...FalloutBob.

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Whelp, the first team was a washout. Rookies... #87 had been ready to pull the detonation switch for the last guy's powersuit. Oh yes, you didn't know? With authorization, a command unit in an Enclave squad - just for instance - can order the plasma generator in the armor to be detonated, destroying the occupant, armor, and equipment in one blast. Doesn't work on defeated foes, of course. Dead Enclave soldiers equate to a lost signal. It's really to ensure loyalty. If Number One isn't pleased with someone, he can blow that soldier up. Suffice to say, that man was killed and #87 had to head back to the vertibirds and their pilots.

#318: What's the word, boss?

#87: Trouble. Get 'em airborne. We'll make this place an outpost even if we have to slag all the buildings inside.

People in Megaton would hear the soun of Vertibirds taking off, followed by SEEING the birds circling high overhead. Afterwhich, on a loud speaker, they would hear the commander of this flock say his peace...which was more like a declaration of war.

#87: Citizens of Megaton, your attention please! This territory is hereby annexed by the Enclave, effective imediately! If you do not get the hell out, we will drop Replicants to MAKE YOU get out. If you still resist us, we will shoot up the down and build on the wreckage and your smoking corpses. You have FIVE MINUTES!

In the Vertibirds, preparations for half a dozen new soldiers to be air-dropped were made. Enclave Replicants... They were machines created to fill in some of the low numbers of soldier population. They 'replicate' the act of being soldiers, however they were programmed to act as even walking shields to OTHER soldiers, given that their more solid construction made them absorb more punishment. Replicants had sidearms, of course, but they primarily used Super Sledges to bash their opponents to mush. Because, while being machines with limited intellect and NO ability to speak, they were three-times as strong as a normal Enclave soldier. This town would need both Deputies AT LEAST to handle them, and that still didn't handle the vertibird problem...

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Heading east and down the coast, they whistled pleasant tune...


Five unruly Behemoth mutants, all with giant hammers and a number of Mini-Nukes in their satchels, heading for Rivet City.

 

[maninahat]

Moriarty's

Beryl stepped up from behind the bar, taking notice of the sudden change in Johhny's disposition. What was going on here?, she pondered to herself. Another split personality case? What are the odds. That train of thought came to a sudden end, however, when Johnny's hands seemed to erupt into an all consuming blackness. Beryl dropped her third cap of whiskey.

"And there I was, thinking only six impossible things could be possible before breakfast," she said to no one in particular. The Enclave's loudspeaker warning boomed across Megaton. Beryl ignored it. There were worst things to contend with, right about now.

With her hands and gun hidden beneath the bar, she quietly turned the thompson towards Johnny, who seemed to have returned to his normal inflection for now. I don't need this, she thought, daring herself to pull the trigger. It is bad enough with Sylph, but now there are two wild cards to contend with? Zero would be better.

"Johnny," she said cautiously, drawing out the vowels, "what's the deal?"

She checked Sylph to see if she was at least behaving herself, only to notice the girl was in a crying heap. Beryl grimaced. She really didn't want to move out from behind her cover, now that there was some kind of smoke monster possibly operating through a psycho sucking jackass. She looked around, and saw a filthy blanket under the bar. Presumably, it was once used to clean the place down, though that must have been a long time ago. She quickly picked it up, tossed it to Sylph, and then quickly took hold of the thompson again. The blanket fell short of Sylph by about three yards, and landed on the floor with a splat.

Beryl didn't move for a few seconds. Then she finally walked out from behind the bar, picket up the blanket by her fingertips, and draped it over the shoulders of the girl.

"There, there", she said, in a dispassionate monotone.

Satisfied that the young girl's bare shoulders were no longer exposed and attracting undue attention, she retreated back to her cover behind the bar.

"Well?"

It would be only a matter of time before the Enclave came in to find the smouldering remains of their troops. Might as well get what she could out of Johhny whilst they were still alive.

 

[TheDoctor455]

What was left of Moriarty's

Surprisingly, Beryl's cold tones snapped Johnny to attention, and even more surprisingly, he was grateful for that much. He was still pretty shaken though.

"Umm..." he decided to try humor first, "Tada! I just made an enclave trooper disappear. Somehow."

When Johnny got a better look at the expression on Beryl's face, he decided that she did not look terribly impressed with his response.

"I have no fucking clue what just happened," he said, "Look, if you want to know the full story... how bout we get the hell out of here before the Enclave flattens us along with the town? But... short version; ever since I found Old Man Z's notes... something's been... 'with' me. I don't know who or even what the fuck it is, but its... kind of there and not there at the same time. It usually just makes fun of me, but sometimes... there's well... yeah... that happened..." he pointed his rifle to where the trooper had been, there was absolutely nothing there to serve as a marker that anyone had ever stepped on that particular spot, "And no, getting rid of the notes doesn't help. Already tried that."

That settled for the moment, Johnny turned his attention to Slyph.

"Hey, Slyph," he said, bringing his arms around her, "What's wrong? Are you okay? Can you walk? We can talk about whatever's bothering you later... right now... we need to get out of here, all right? Here." He offered her his hand to help her up.

 

[RobDaBank]

The onset of the Wet Ones? Calming feral ghouls? Nukezilla just the beggining? Just what had Wayne gotten into? He found himself wishing he could turn back the clock, none of this crap should be happening, it was far too sureal... but then again he was living in a time of mutant men and giant cockroaches.

"What do you know about that giant crab?" Wayne demanded, it was a monumental threat that needed to be taken care of and if this ghoul had any information he had to get it to the female soldier or her friends. He follwed the ghoul toward the end of the pipe when: *Fwooooosh* A series of loud noises sounded from the buildings, just out of Waynes sight. Out of the frying pan and into the fire?

He lowered himself from the end of the rusted old pipe and found himself on solid ground. Pulling up his pistol he began to make his way around the ruin, looking like he belonged in the NCR he went from cover to cover, checking his corners and signaling when it was clear to move forward. He was starting to think he was in way over his head, but he didn't have much choice and he had to get away from any danger fast, especially while his supplies were so low.

 

[Souplex]

The Rose Cutter (TM) was doing it's thing.
"Hey, teacher! Leave that kid alone!"
It would seem Schmuck was still alive.
"I see you survived that fall. We'll have to fix that."
Schmuck pulled out his odd-looking plasma pistols.
"I know you're bitter that your parents named you schmuck, but no need to resort to violence."
[Agility] Frank dodged a volley of plasma with all the "Grace" that could be expected from him.
Unfortunately, one of the bolts hit the Rose Cutter, (TM) causing it to explode.
"I don't blow up your things Schmuck!"
Suddenly a geyser that awful liquid, Nuka Cola, started coming from the fresh hole on Crabby.
"Uhhh...whoops."
"First erectile dysfunction, now premature ejaculation? You're just made of impotence jokes Schmuck. Thankfully I'm above them."
Suddenly Mr. Crabs shook from some explosions, and began running towards something.
Schmuck bailed, like the schmuck he was.
[Perception][Repair 100/100]The building they were charging looked wrong, like it wasn't a building at all.
"The way out is through!"
Frank jumped off the crab, towards a window of the building, turning on his jets, burning through their remaining fuel.
Frank burst through the window to the other side to see all manner of machinery.
"Well that's odd."