The REALLY Wild Wasteland. (The Fallout RP!)

[Legion]

Anybody paying attention to the lone figure walking across the hillside would assume they didn't have a care in the world. Slowly moving one foot in front of the other they strolled at a leisurely pace, a sniper rifle cradled in their arms. What a passer-by would not have noticed was that the persons head was slowly moving side to side surveying their surroundings. Their sharp eyes keenly watching for any signs of life.

Alice was not in a hurry. She was, as far she was aware, in the middle of nowhere. She hadn't seen another human in weeks, not since her near brush of death at the hands of those... creatures. She shuddered slightly at the thought of it.

I thought' I'd seen everything there was to see in the wasteland, but those things quickly proved me wrong. I don't know what did that to them, but those robotic parts sure as hell didn't attach themselves.

She frowned slightly as she considered how exactly such things could be created. Although with her eyes covered by a pair of dark sunglasses, the lower part of her face with a scarf wrapped around it, and her wide brimmed hat pulled low, no sign of ill ease could be gleaned from her behaviour.

The first sound she heard that day was the mechanical hum of what sounded like gunfire. This was immediately followed by a light brush of air that swirled her hair, scarf and duster around her. As the sound grew closer she turned around at looked up.

Ah, a Vertibird. That sound did seem a little rhythmic. It doesn't look like they are heading this way, but it doesn't mean they won't change their mind if they spot me.

Alice decided she was better off avoiding unnecessary attention and slipped behind a nearby boulder. She cautiously raised her rifle into position and peered down the scope. Tracking the Vertibird to where it appeared to have landed, she saw a small group of people get out around half a mile away. She could quite clearly make out their features, and raised her eyebrows in surprise. They were certainly not regular looking people, but at the same time they had no clear affiliation with any group. Their clothing and appearance was such a mixture she'd have normally thought they were raiders.

But what kind of raiders have access to a Vertibird? Not even the NCR had many, so how on earth could these people have one?

She chewed on her lip thoughtfully, as she decided whether it was worth following them from a distance or to simply start walking in a different direction.

 

[Drummodino]

Outside of Megaton

Stepping atop a mound of rubble, Charlie took a moment to inspect the large metal structure ahead of him. He'd never seen walls that tall before, none that weren't almost completely destroyed anyway. He'd heard of this place from the various traders that had stopped by the ranch, Megaton was its name. Apparently the settlement was built around an unexploded atomic bomb. Charlie had a hard time believing that, however if it was true, he absolutely had to see it. The opportunity to resupply and wash away some of the wasteland dust was a happy coincidence. Looking down Charlie grimaced.

Boy, Ma sure would give me an earful if she saw my clothes in this state. That radscorpion blood does not smell very good. Still, it sure was fun watching them get blasted into a million little bits!

Moving off the mound, Charlie whistled a merry tune as he walked towards the town. Approaching the front gate, he noticed two men conversing off to the side. One of the men seemed to be... flickering? Intrigued, Charlie approached them.

"Or maybe too much sun..."

"Howdy."

"Howdy to you too my friend. The name's Charlie, may I ask who I am speaking with?"

"Howdy."

"It doesn't seem like you're going to get much more than that out of him son. Charlie was it? I am Herbert "Daring" Dashwood, a pleasure to make your acquaintance.

Charlie shifted his gaze to the second of the two men. An older looking fellow, with a beard Charlie would have dearly loved to be able to replicate, he wore a friendly expression and had extended his right hand. Charlie smiled and grasped it with his own.

"The pleasure is all mine Mr Dashwood. So uh... what's the story with this guy? Why is he all shimmery like that?"

"Howdy."

No idea my boy. One of those odd occurences you sometimes run into out in the wasteland I think. I've seen stranger during my travels. You may be familiar with them, ever heard The Adventures of Herbert 'Daring' Dashwood on the radio? Based on my life that is.

"Sorry Mr Dashwood, we don't have a radio back on the ranch. We get offered them occasionally by traders, but Pa always prefers to tell his own stories. He's got a million and one and he tells them slightly different every time. Keeps them from growing stale."

"Howdy."

"Well son, I have a lot of stories of my own. I tell you what, let's leave our poor friend here in peace and go find ourselves a drink shall we? You look like you've been on the road a while.

"Sure, that sounds good to me. But first, can we go see the bomb? I've always wanted the chance to see it up close and personal."

Chuckling, Dashwood threw an arm around Charlie's shoulder and guided him toward the gate.

"Sure can my boy, a beauty she is. Just don't go fiddling around with it, I prefer to stay in one piece if posssible."

 

[nuba km]

Larry looked through the locker and thought 'This guy was a horder' he then spotted a bottle of nuka cola quantum and decided to read the label 'THE FUCK!' he said being pretty sure that he was actually reading a list of thing NOT to put into any living thing. Though at least it contained most of the stuff needed for a powerful explosive. After sorting through everything in the locker he began working.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=13tnjh3dZw4

patch1:

Weapon 1: Tesla cut
This was a lawn mower blade soldered on do a bycicle handle. The blade had wires attached to it which connected to a small box at the base of the blade in which you would but in a MF cell to power the blade.

Weapon 2: Tesla shank
This was made using scrap metal, the blade was a lot duller then the tesla cut. It also had wires attached to the balde but this time the power box doubled as the handle. This was very much desgined to be left in who ever you stabbed to just disable them much in the way a tazer would.

Weapon 3: Tesla glove
Using a simplified power armour gauntlet and similair wiring to his tesla shank and tesla cut he made a glove that doubles as a tazer but this one has an on and off switch and is set up so that the electricity is only at 6 electric plates (1 at the tip of each finger and thumb and 1 at the palm of the hand).

Armour 1: Metal armour
Larry removed all the parts of power armour that were unessisary if the suit wasn't powered, i.e. everything that makes it power armour. Leaving behind a high qualiy suit of metal armour that looked similair to power armour. He also made sure to remove any enclave marking from the armour.

Larry continoued working on his ideas, this time moving on to some ranged weapons.

 

[TheDoctor455]

The Wasteland

Johnny surveyed his surroundings to try and get a feel for where they were but it was pointless. All he could see as far as the eye could see was ruined buildings, a crater here and there... and more ruined buildings.

"Lucy, I've said it before and I'll say it again," Johnny started, putting a hand on her shoulder, "I'm glad to help you, whatever you need. And..."

Johnny was cut off by his radio spurring to life for no apparent reason.

Can anyone hear me? Please... if you can hear this... send help... Rivet... attacked... we're... trapped. Please help. Don't know..."

Johnny's eyes went wide when he heard this. He had no idea what had attacked Rivet City - The Editor wasn't telling him anything - but he knew he had to find a way to get there and help them. He just couldn't let them go like that.

"Uhh... any chance your vendetta might take us by Rivet City? Wait a minute..." he looked around at their surroundings again, finally noticing something important about the ruined buildings that surrounded them... and the one that they were on.

"Oh those assholes." he said, "They dumped us on a helipad on top of an abandoned hospital in the middle of what's left of Washington D.C. aka... Super Mutant City. Fuck... looks like the Enclave is just going for the old 'drop them in a warzone and see if they die' approach. Great... just fucking great."

Johnny paced around for several minutes in silence.

"Well, good news is... I know the D.C. area like the back of my hand... once I get my bearings." he said, "the bad news is... I know it from the ground... so does anyone have a map of the area? Or binoculars? A compass?"

 

[maninahat]

Beryl kept quite for the meantime, simply watching and waiting as she was guided out of the base and back into the sun again. It was nice to be somewhere a little less claustrophobic.

"...We can part ways. Or, if you'll have me, I would like to stay with you guys...Sylph, Johnny and Miss Beryl."

Ms Beryl, thought Beryl. She was in two minds about the offer. On one hand, she didn't want to have another insufferable opinion and voice around. On the other, Lucy was one of the few people she had met in a while with at least a veneer of normalcy. That and it would be nice to have someone else babysit the kid who wasn't a drug addled vector for Satan (or whatever he was).

"Be happy to have you," said Beryl.

"...so does anyone have a map of the area? Or binoculars? A compass?" said Johnny.

Beryl put her hands in her pockets and puffed on her cigarette.

"If it's Rivet city you want, find the Potomac and follow the river down. Now then..."

She looked around, and then realised that the river could not be seen, even from their vantage point. The rubble stood too tall on all sides, blocking the view from their landing zone.

"Er...so we can either pick a direction and walk until we find the river, oooooor we take the subway and work our way to Anacostia Crossing station."

 

[Generic NPC 22]

The Wastey Wasted Wastelands:

Sylphee smiled a really really REALLY big smile when she hopped out of Mister Black Enclave Whirlybird and onto Mister Hard as a Rock Baked Wasteland Soil since it had been a really long time since she'd been outside. As Daddy Johnny Shakes, Mommy Meryl Barrel, Big Sissy Psycho Lucy Caboosy and Mister Willy Billy tried to figure out where it was that Mister Black Enclave Whirlybird had dropped them off, The Red Menace was simply content waving at Mister Black Power Armored Enclave Pilot as he made Mister Black Enclave Whirlybird climb back up into the brown Wastey Wasted Wasteland Sky, quite quickly since Mister Black Power Armored Enclave Pilot had heard that Daddy Johnny Shakes, Mommy Meryl Barrel, Big Sissy Psycho Lucy Caboosy and Mister Willy Billy had made a really big mess back in Mister Enclave Vault.

"...We can part ways. Or, if you'll have me, I would like to stay with you guys...Sylph, Johnny and Miss Beryl." Said Big Sissy Psycho Lucy Caboosy as Sylphee finally turned to pay attention to what in the heck was going on around her. Surely they weren't going to leave Big Sissy Psycho Lucy Caboosy were they because Sylphee wasn't going to like that one bit, no, not one bit at all ever!

Before The Sky Blue Eyed girl with PBA could say anything, Daddy Johnny Shakes and Mommy Meryl Barrel answered that they were going to stay with Big Sissy Psycho Lucy Caboosy, a sentiment that made Sylphee super duper duper happy, so much so that she tossed Mister Anti-Materiel Rifle on the ground and tossed herself into the air at Big Sissy Psycho Lucy Caboosy!

"YAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYY!!!!!" Sylphee exclaimed joyously as she both tackled and hugged Big Sissy Psycho Lucy Caboosy, the two of them collapsing on the ground in a heap of Syl-ucy.

"BOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!" Mister Anti-Materiel Rifle exclaimed not so joyously as Mister Anti-Materiel Rifle hit the ground and spat fire into the sky.

"KACHINK! PUTTER PUTTER PUTTER PUTTER PUTTER!" Mister Black Enclave Whirlybird Engine went as Missy Anti-Materiel Slug went through Mister Black Enclave Whirlybird Engine.

"OH SHIIIIIIIIIII---" Mister Black Power Armored Enclave Pilot exclaimed as he tried to keep control of Mister Black Enclave Whirlybird, though truth be told, he would have rather flown Mister Black Enclave Whirlybird at Sylphee instead of the person that was standing in the path of his soon to be itty bitty pieces (Alice) but that's another story for someone else to tell.

"We're never ever ever ever ever ever ever EVER EVER EVER EVER going to leave you Big Sissy Psycho Lucy Caboosy! You're family after all and you don't leave your family ever ever ever! Right Daddy Johnny Shakes?" Sylphee exclaimed as she released Big Sissy Psycho Lucy Caboosy from her hug and let her breathe once again.

"Er...so we can either pick a direction and walk until we find the river, oooooor we take the subway and work our way to Anacostia Crossing station." Said Mommy Meryl Barrel showing off how much of a smarty pants she was.

"How about that way?" Sylphee asked as she pointed towards a fiery path in the rubble that Misters Itty Bitty Black Enclave Whirlybird pieces had made.

 

[Legion]

As Alice was just about to get up and start walking when she noticed the youngest looking one with the blue hair and the red dress throw her rifle to the ground as she leapt at one of the others and tackled them to the ground. As the rifle hit the ground it went off, the crack of the shot echoing amongst the ruined buildings.

This was immediately followed by a change in the whirring sound of the Vertibird. Alice looked up to see smoke billowing from it's side and it diving straight towards her.

You have got to be fucking kidding me...

Her training kicked into focus Alice immediately sprang up and made to roll down the hill. There some small buildings nearby that ought to provide enough cover. As she got halfway down the aircraft crashed into the ground, throwing up dirt, fire and hot lumps of metal.

Alice was thrown against the wall by the wave of the following explosion as a large chunk of the remains rolled down the hill towards her. Slightly stunned and with not enough time to get up and move she raised her arms protectively and prepared for the worst.

The remains hit the wall with sickening thump and Alice cried out in pain. Slowly opening her eyes she looked around to see that she hadn't been hit by the worst of it. Her rifle was lying several metres away and she leaned forward to grab it. It was it this point the pain she felt moments before flared up again and she looked down to see her legs were pinned under the wreckage. From what she could tell, the injuries were not serious, but attempting to lift the wreckage up yielded no success.

From this kind of angle I just can't get the necessary leverage. There is no chance of me getting this up by myself, so what can I do? I don't have any- wait. Those people. It was their vertibird so they are almost certainly going to come looking to see what happened.

She wrapped her face up in her scarf again to cover how mouth from the smoke in the air, reached into her jacket and drew her pistol, her rifle still a couple of metres away. Resting her arm casually on her lap with the gun out of sight she leaned back and waited.

 

[Blast Off To Titan]

"IIIIIIIII am a girl of Constant Sorrow! I've seen trouble all my daaaaaay!!" Constance Sorrowfeld sang as she drove the sleek black transport over the rough terrain located somewhere on the outskirts of Rivet City. It was one of the few guilty pleasures that she had in life, though in the back of her mind, she thought that her personal heroine Natsuki Manriki would and Cornelius Jack would be frowning at her for her display unprofessionalism on the field. Since the blind American Enclave Scout of America was alone, she did not see any harm in a little bit of unprofessionalism, especially since it dispelled the nervousness that she felt being on her first solo assignment.

The assignment? She was supposed to meet up with an deep cover Enclave operative and assist him or her in whatever way she could. What the girl had failed to noticed was the fact that the assignment was totally bogus, one designed to get her out of the Troop Leader's hair for an indefinite amount of time, hopefully eternity.

It was not that Constance was unliked by her fellow American Enclave Scouts of America or its honored Troop Leader, it was just that they had grown quite tired of the phrase "That's not what Natsuki would do!"

So, um, where were we?

"You can bury me in some deep valley! For many years where I may lay!" Sang the Cat Eared Scout her eyes closed as she felt the soul of the music seep through her bones, not that one had to worry about that or the fact that the Bus' driver was blind. She was still able to pay attention to the rode thanks to the two Cat Ear shaped radar dishes grafted to the top of her skull, which were pointed at the fight that loomed in front of the bus.

"Looks like as good a spot as any." The Blind Scout thought to herself as parked her vehicle behind a building and exited before anyone, especially those dillholes belonging to the Brotherhood of Steel.

Peeking around the side of the building, Constance witnessed a power armored figure bounce off the top of the Super Mutant Behemoth Class V's head, using the added force of his descent to drive a massive fist through the monster's skull.

"W... Wow!" Constance exclaimed as she witnessed the power armor clad figure perform Natsuki's Aerial Atomic Beatdown without the assistance of vectors. "That HAS to be my contact! Couldn't be anyone else"

 

[Rip Van Rabbit]

The Wild Wasteland

"You're the best little sister anyone could ever ask for!"

Lucy was currently entangled with a very enthusiastic hug that she had received from Sylph. She burst out laughing while she watched the Vertibird descend to its inevitable crash and reciprocated Sylph's hug with an affectionate nuzzle of her own.

Lucy further expressed her gratitude by momentarily pressing her nose to Sylph's before getting back on her feet and walking to edge of their landing pad to survey the crash from a distance.

"How about that way?"

"You guys figure it out! Be back soon!" Lucy shouted behind her cheerily.

Lucy had quickly made her way down the building's emergency flight of stairs (presumably for fire escape reasons) to ground level and once she was on the ground, she broke out into a sprint to reach the crash site.

[hr]

Vertibird Crash Site

#629 was having a bad day. Scratch that, he was having a terrible day!

- First, he was ordered to fly those new delinquents they had picked up.
- Secondly, he was ordered to use his own Vertibird, lovingly named "Rabbit" for being lightly-armored but fuel-efficient and fast.
- Thirdly, his beloved Rabbit was shot out of the sky and he had barely managed to get out of the wreckage.

Limping away from the wreckage site, #629 made his way up to the hill to locate his attackers. Well, he would have, but the familiar pop of a not-too-distant Gauss Rifle bolt had separated his left leg from his body. Crumpling to the floor, the attacker had made their presence known through boisterous shouting.

"Not so fast, Enclave Dog!"

[hr]

Lucy smirked as the shot had landed on her intended target and she start walking up the hill towards the pilot's crumpled form.

"Knew...we shouldn't...have t-trusted you! What do you t-think you're doing!?" the pilot groaned and almost hissed at her.

Lucy stopped a few feet away from the Enclave pilot, her eye reflexively formed into a glare before her mouth formed a smirk. "Oh that?" Lucy pointed at his missing leg. "Then you're gonna love this."

"Invert Controls: The Beast!"

Her Gauss Rifle roared to life once she had invoked Beast Mode. The usual process of the rifle's moveable components had bonded themselves to her right arm. Making way for the mechanical restraint pylons to extend outwardly from the rifle's frame and expend a burst of steam while it's internal components revved endlessly.

In the few moments that the rifle took to charge up, he had started to claw his way up from the ground. "Traitor!"

"Bad dog." Lucy replied coldly and pulled the trigger on her roaring rifle.

At this range, the effects of Beast Mode were devastating. The supercharged bolt had separated the man's waist from the rest of his body and the penetrative round bore loudly into the ground behind him.

(00:59)

Her Gauss Rifle was sending out jets of steam in an effort to cool-down the weapon. The heat revolving around her hand was painful but somewhat bearable. Lucy snatched a walkie-talkie off the remains of the pilot and clicked the button.

"My my, it looks like things went sideways for you lot. Here's a message to everyone at the Enclave: You wanna mess with The Red Menace and The Gauss Girl? Bring it on!"

Lucy dropped the radio to the ground, and before the shouting started, she swiftly crushed it under her heel.

[hr]

Peering over to the damage the wreckage had caused, Lucy squinted to make sure she was seeing something right.

"JOHNNY! HELP!" Lucy screamed out loud when she saw a humanoid figure at the bottom of the hill under the wreckage.

Making her way down the hill carefully, Lucy passed a nearby sniper rifle and an interesting looking hat as she made her way to what appeared to be a crimson scarfed drifter trapped under the smaller portions of Vertibird wreckage.

Lucy attempted to lift the hunk of metal off the stranger's legs, but attempting to do so with one hand and an uneven balance thrown off from a steaming rifle had yielded minimal results.

Lucy looked down at her rifle's LCD display: (00:33)

"Crap!"

Lucy pointed at the small LCD screen on her rifle to indicate that her right arm would be no use to her until the cooldown was complete.

"...need a stimpack?" Lucy tried to open cheerfully. However, her exposed eye narrowed as she revealed a grimaced expression. The sudden burst of steam surrounding her rifle told its own story of how it had negatively affected its owner.

Shifting her weight to swing her low-hanging backpack to her side, Lucy retrieved and extended one of her four stimpacks to the stranger with her free hand.

 

[Souplex]

"...Pull the rug out from under them!"
Frank descended towards the mutant.[HEADING=1]Asteroid Kills Dinosaur[/HEADING]
[Perception]Frank was momentarily distracted by the worst singing he had ever heard in his entire life. And he had heard Danielle's rendition of "Dancing Queen". (She is the Laser Queen, melts his spleen, feel the heat from the laser beam!)
"You can bury me in some deep valley! For many years where I may lay!"
[Luck]This momentary distraction was enough for Frank to fail to skewer his target, but upon bouncing harmlessly off the Behemoth's skull, the creature discerned his location, and swatted him away.
Frank sailed through the air. Again. The first time this happened he met a grave-robbing necrophiliac with a bicycle that he then stole as reparations for having his caps swiped. The second time, he met a mad-scientist hermit.
This time, he crashed into the hood of a black shortbus, leaving a large dent in the hood where he landed, and a hole in the windshield where his head smashed through it.
[Endurance][Toughness 2]"Ow."
The Behemoth began charging his new position.

 

[Generic NPC 22]

The Wastey Wasted Wastelands:

"You guys figure it out! Be back soon!" Big Sissy Psycho Lucy Caboosy yelled rather happily as she charged down Mister Stairwell and disappeared for a bit leaving Sylphee with Daddy Johnny Shakes, Mommy Meryl Barrel and Mister Willy Billy alone.

Instead of focusing on the subject that Big Sissy Psycho Lucy Caboosy had left them to figure out, Sylphee was instead focusing on a small Mister Rad Scorpion that had wandered too close for its own good. Truth be told, it really didn't matter to the Red Menace how they got to Rivety City, though Sylphee thought it would have been Super Awesome if they found a boat since Sylphee had never been on a boat ever ever.

"I gotcha!" Sylphee chirped as she grabbed Mister Rad Scorpion by his tail and hastily ripped off Mister Rad Scorpion's Stinger before tossing Mister Rad Scorpion in her Treasure Pack. The more Sylphee thought about it, the more Sylphee thought that a nice cruise down the river in a boat would have been Super Neat!

"Hey Hey Hey! Daddy Johnny Shakes? Mommy Meryl Barrel? Could we take a boat to Rivety City?" Sylphee asked before Big Sissy Psycho Lucy Caboosy called out for Daddy Johnny Shakes.

"JOHNNY! HELP!"

[hr]

*TAP-TEE-TAP-TEE-TAP-TEE-TAP-TEE-TAP*

If the soon to be Missy Lizzy Alice had been expecting a bunch of Meany McRaiders to be descending towards her, surely Missy Lizzy Alice wouldn't have been expecting to hear one of their number skipping their way towards Missy Lizzy Alice's spot under Mister Black Enclave Whirlybird's wreckage but sure enough Sylphee was skipping towards where she had seen Big Sissy Psycho Lucy Caboosy go.

"Hey! Hey! Hey Big Sissy Psycho Lucy Caboosy! Are you okay? Did you find something? Is it bigger than a brad box? Does it have wings? Can it give you wings? OhOhOh! Is it a boat? I'd really like to go to Rivety City on a boat. I told Daddy Johnny Shakes and Mommy Meryl Barrel and Mister Willy Billy that I'd like to go to Rivety City on a boat, wouldn't you? I've never been on a boat before but I think it would be fun and I could get a tan and I could go fishing. Do you know what a Mister Mirelurk is? I hear they're better than Mister Rad Scorpions to eat. Have you ever had a Mister Mirelurk? Is it good? Oh! Look I found a Mister Rad Scorpion!" The Red Menace machine gunned and skipped towards Big Sissy Psycho Lucy Caboosy, pulling out Mister Live and Angry Rad Scorpion without a stinger out of her bag and waved him in the air.

*SCREEEEEEEECH* Went the Blue Haired girl's boots as she came to a dead stop when she spotted Missy Lizzy Alice under Mister Black Enclave Whirlybird's wreckage.

"Who's that? Why is she just sitting there? Oh I see! She doesn't have one of her legs. Hey Hey Hey! Are you okay? You shouldn't just sit here you know, there's a big fire nearby from Mister Black Enclave Whirlybird. Hey! That's Mister Black Power Armored Enclave Pilot. How'd he get a hole in his chest? Look! I can stick my head through the hole! Hey Hey Hey Big Sissy Psycho Lucy Caboosy, do you know what happened to Mister Black Enclave Whirlybird? We could have asked Mister Black Powered Armored Enclave Pilot to give us a ride to Rivety City but I guess since he crashed, it was better that he let us off here right? Who's your friend? Why's her leg missing? Hey lady! Why's your leg missing?"

And thus Missy Lizzy Alice was introduced to the Sylphee the Red Menace.

 

[Blast Off To Titan]

For a Sixteen Year Old blind girl, Constance Sorrowfeld stayed remarkable calm as the events around her unfolded. When her potential deepcover contact whiffed the Aerial Atomic Beatdown, the American Enclave Scout of America did not scream "THAT'S NOT WHAT NATSUKI WOULD DO!" When her potential deepcover contact landed on the hood of her vehicle, his helmet smashing through the front windshield, Constance did not mention that Cornelius Jack would have been able to recover and land gracefully, like a titanium plated butterfly. Finally, when the Oversized Behemoth started charging, Trooper Sorrowfeld did not panic, because "Natsuki is a shining example of what everyone in the Enclave should be and panicking is not what Natsuki would do."

Instead, the blind girl with the radar ears plunged her hand down the throat of her teddy bear shaped back pack and started running her fingers along the compartment that housed the shells for her shotgun, shells that had been modified with minute bumps for quick identification.

. . . - Buck Shot
: : . - Sticky Flare

Pulling the two selected loads out of her pack, the Sixteen Year old walked through the double doors of the bus while loading her Shotgun, first the Sticky Flare, followed by the Standard Buckshot, pumping her weapon's foregrip to chamber the Buck Shot shell.

"Are you alright, sir?" The Sorrowfeld Kitty Cat asked her potential deepcover contact as she pointed the business end of her firearm towards the windshield and pulled the trigger, sending a spray of glass outwards towards road in front of the Black Bus. Pumping her shotgun's foregrip once more, Constance ejected the spent shell, chambering the Sticky Flare round and this time, aimed it for the approaching behemoth's head, pulling the trigger once again.

As she had predicted, the Behemoth quickly lost interest in Constance's potential deepcover contact and became infinitely more interested in the burning and blinding sensation that was being caused by the sticky flare. Smirking with a sense of satisfaction that must have been normal for any member of the Fallout Sector, Constance jammed the key into the bus' ignition and brought its engine to life.

"Hold on, sir. We're about to R-U-N-N-O-F-T." The American Enclave Scout of America warned as she jammed her foot down on the accelerator, causing the black bus to launch forward and causing her potential deepcover contact to be thrown the rest of the way through the bus' windshield and land face first into one of the barely cushioned bench style seats that lined the back of the bus.

"Permission to speak frankly, sir? I don't think that you excuted that maneuver properly. Would you like me to get you back in position?" Constance asked. As an American Enclave Scout of America, she had been trained to forgive people for their mistakes so long as those mistakes were rectified. If he was able to kill the Super Behemoth, it would confirm that this must be the Deepcover Contact that she had been ordered to find.

 

[Drummodino]

"...so my manservant and I, did I mention he was a ghoul? Anyway, the pair of us were...

Dashwood prattled on as he and the young man descended down towards the heart of Megaton. Charlie only listened with half an ear as his head swiveled back and forth, trying to look everywhere at once. The place seemed even bigger from the inside, with walkways and buildings in all directions. Charlie didn't think he'd even seen this many people before, let alone all in one place. To his left he noticed a very large, tall man who seemed to be tinkering with some strange looking gadgets. Curious, Charlie went to take a closer look, but he was interrupted by Dashwood pointing down the hill.

"There you are my boy, Megaton's pride and joy."

Looking towards where Dashwood was pointing, Charlie lurched to a halt, unaware of his mouth falling open. A second later he was dashing down the hill towards the large, unexploded warhead.

"IT'S SO BIG! Holy crap, this is incredible! I wonder what it would look like if it blew up? Er, not that I want it to blow up, that would be bad. But still, it would be so awesome to see! Maybe if we moved it out into the wasteland somewhere? Actually that might be difficult. We'd need to..."

Words poured from the energetic youth's mouth as he ran around the giant bomb, examining it's surface with both his eyes and his hands. So focused was he, that he failed to notice several people casting worried glances in his direction. Dashwood jogged down the hill and stopped just short of the small pool of water the nuke rested in.

Ah, Charlie? Are you sure you want to be doing that? Come away from there son, that water must be full of rads. Plus you're going to make people nervous...

Oblivious to the older man's words, Charlie continued his frenzied inspection. A crowd of tense onlookers started to gather as more people noticed what was going on, however none of them seemed willing to get close enough to intervene...

 

[Souplex]

"Are you alright, sir?"
[Endurance][Toughness 2]"Relatively."
[Perception]The girl in the bus had a pair of ears atop her head. They kind of looked like dog ears, but more triangular, and less floppy.
Frank liked dogs. When Frank was a lad, the Brotherhood tried using dogs. They trained a litter of puppies from this sweet old ***** named Wrench. There was Socket, Crescent, Alan, Monkey, Pipe, Spanner, and a few others. Frank's favorite was Crescent. Eventually the dogs ended up being shot up by raiders, or eaten by mutants. The Brotherhood stopped using dogs after that.
The girl with the weird dog ears shot some hot sticky goo in the Behemoth's face. How Freudian.
"Hold on, sir. We're about to R-U-N-N-O-F-T."
"What?"
Before Frank could get a proper response out, the vehicle began moving, launching him back into it.
"Permission to speak frankly, sir? I don't think that you executed that maneuver properly."
"Everything was going fine, until I was distracted by..."
"...That awful singing was you! Why would you do that? What did music do to you that makes you want to hurt it so?!"
"Would you like me to get you back in position?"
[Perception]This girl was clearly somewhere in her teens.
[Karma]Frank had no desire to endanger a child.
"I've got it, you should get out of here, it's not safe. I'd recommend heading to the Jefferson memorial. The Brotherhood will keep you safe. Once there, request a Vertibird to land on Rivet City. I'm going to have to run an important errand after this."

Spoiler: Since Frank was the best around, nothing was going to keep him down. He put on a song that reflected this sentiment.

The Vertibird pilot stationed at project purity was Sylvia Carlson. Frank absolutely hated her. This would be a pleasant experience.
Frank leaped back out of the broken windshield at the Behemoth. The shockwave from his spurs launching him into the air created a pair of very large dents in the already dented hood of the bus.
"Sorry!"
[HEADING=1]Owl takes flight with murderous intent[/HEADING]

 

[nuba km]

While working on a tesla glove, which he was wearing, Larry noticed that a crowed was starting to form somewhere nearby. He put down his tools, but did not remove his glove, and headed to where he heard the crowed forming. It only took one turn around the corner before some moron touching the nuclear warhead. At the instance of seeing this he shouted 'WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING! Whats going to be your next trick walking up to a supermutant and knocking some food out of his hand!' While doing this he was walking quickly with chest puffed out and hands clenched into fists towards the young man.

 

[Souplex]

Danielle was waiting in the Citadel courtyard.
Their course was a simple one.
1. First, east to Rivet City. They'd mop up the Behemoth situation, and the people of Rivet City would be grateful, and lend their aid freely.
2. After that, they would go through the Anacostia Crossing station to meet with Reily's Rangers. Persuading the Rangers to join their struggle would be simple. Reily had a strong moral compass, and would be easy to convince. It was the price that was going to be the problem Marlon would have to haggle over that.
3. If they hadn't encountered a representative of Bloom in Rivet City, they would head to the mall to get to Underworld, where there would certainly be a representative for Bloom.
4. Break off from the rangers, with the rangers heading for Regulator HQ to persuade them to join. Should be easy given the morality of the rangers, and the immorality of the Enclave. Danielle and the gang would head through the metro out to the wastes proper.
5. Head to Megaton, and swap the B team for the Thorns.
6. Head down to the Brotherhood FOB in their conflict with the Outcasts, and attempt to negotiate a temporary cease-fire. As an added bonus, she would get to see her mother there.
7. Continue to hit locations where they might encounter Bloom.
8. With Bloom on their side, they would have the guaranteed highest bidder on their side, and could get Talon company in their pocket.
9. With whatever resources they had gathered, they would plan their next move.
But she'd have to burn those bridges after she crossed them.
For now, there were some specks to the North-East that warranted her attention. Danielle drew her rifle, flipped on the SCOPE, and took a closer look.

 

[Blast Off To Titan]

"I've got it, you should get out of here, it's not safe. I'd recommend heading to the Jefferson memorial. The Brotherhood will keep you safe. Once there, request a Vertibird to land on Rivet City. I'm going to have to run an important errand after this." Constance's Potential Deepcover contact ordered as he lept onto the hood of the Troop Transport ... bus and caused a moderate amount of cosmetic damage to the hood. Trooper Sorrowfeld made a note to keep a rubber malet handy as she predicted that should his Power Armored Soldier turn out to be the one she sought, she would be spending much of her time repairing damage to the vehicle.

Still, the Trooper was surprised that her Potential Contact had ordered her to signal the Brotherhood of Swine until it dawned on her that perhaps he was trying to weaken the Brotherhood through attrition, an ingenious plan that placed another notch towards the daring solder being the one she was ordered to assist. What would Natsuki think were she in this position?

From the sheer amount of firepower and munitions that the population of Rivet City was expending on the Behemoths to the fact that her Potential Deepcover Contact had ordered her to inform the Brotherhood to send one of the precious few Vertibirds into the area to the fact that he was able to perform signature Natsuki's signature Aerial Atomic Beatdown, it made sense that this man was in fact her contact, a fact that brought a smile to the girl's face. There was also the matter that he had ordered a uniformed member of the American Enclace Scouts of America, an organization that was known throughout the world, or so COnstance had been lead to believe.

"Roger that, sir. I should mention that it will be a pleasure assisting you, as per my orders." Constance added as she watched him dash off towards the recovered Behemoth. Now, there was still the matter of following through with the orders that she had just been given by her contact.

Walking towards the back of the Troop Bus, the American Enclave Scout of America opened the hidden cache that had been built into the vehicle's chassis, revealing a folded uniform belonging to the Junior Brotherhood Scouts of Steel. The young girl frowned for a moment as she pulled the pilfered uniform from its hiding spot and performed a cursory check of the area before changing.

"An American Enclave Scout of America is ready for everything." Constance muttered to herself as she folded her true uniform and stashed it in the hidden cache and headed back towards the driver's seat, the engine and radio roaring back to life as she started her vehicle back up.


"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are gray. You'll never know deeeear how much I love you, please don't take my sunshine away." Constance sang as she gunned the engine and started heading towards Project Purity as she had been ordered.

At least that had been the plan up until the point that the Bus' Engine unceremoniously died. It appeared that Constance was stuck in the pitched battle until she could find a moment to make repairs.

"Sir! I think I may have a problem carrying out your orders!" The Disguised Trooper yelled as she tried to get the engine to start back up.

 

[Legion]

Being unable to move, Alice watched with a mixture of horror and fascination as the young woman in leather armour brutally killed what she assumed was the pilot of the Vertibird. Her hand gripping the pistol on her lap, she expected the worst. She was therefore completely surprised to see the woman shout for help the moment she looked her way before moving closer. Even more so when having failed to remove the wreckage with her one free arm, she offered a stimpack.

So she shoots her pilot in half and then offers help to a stranger a moment later. I don't know what on earth is going on, but she's certainly unpredictable.

Alice was about to reply when another person made their appearance. The blue hair immediately made her recognisable as the girl who threw her weapon to the ground and caused the Vertibird crash. Before Alice had so much as a second to respond, the girl quickly went into rapid speech, leaving no time to respond. She asked questions and made observations of seemingly everybody and everything in the vicinity before abruptly coming to an end.

[hr]

Upon hearing the girls apparent lack of knowledge as to why the vehicle crashed, Alice was prepared to give an angry response, but with her leg still trapped and the slightly older girl looking concernedly at her, she bit her tongue instead. She sighed and shook her head slightly. "Thanks, but this is the problem," she said, indicating the large lump of metal pinning her legs to the ground. Attempting once more in vain to lift it before settling back against the wall.

With the appearance of the blue haired girl, Alice was more wary than she would have otherwise been. But seeing as the other girl decided to offer medicine rather than shoot her, she thought she ought to make it clear she wasn't a threat either. She slowly and deliberately raised the hand holding her gun, and slipped it back into it's holster.

She looked up into the older girls one visible eye and said "I'm Alice."

 

[Souplex]

"Roger that, sir. I should mention that it will be a pleasure assisting you, as per my orders."
Sir? Orders? What was she on about? She was probably just a bit nutty.
Frank was about to tear apart the Behemoth, much like how an owl tears apart its prey, when suddenly...
"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are gray. You'll never know deeeear how much I love you, please don't take my sunshine away."
[Perception]...That awful singing!
This time, Frank didn't completely flub his strike, however he did end up striking the cheek instead of the brain. The beast's cheek began to melt off from the hot plasma injection. Frank landed somewhat smoothly on the other side of the beast.
[Perception]Frank heard the sounds of an engine failing to start.
"Sir! I think I may have a problem carrying out your orders!"
Then I order you to hoof it on foot to the Brotherhood! Tell them Frank Rose sent you. I also order you to never sing in my presence.
Frank jumped at a ruined building, and launched himself horizontally off it, fist-first towards the Behemoth.
"PSYCHO CRUSHER!"

 

[Rip Van Rabbit]

Wasteland: Vertibird Crash Site

Lucy was about to make another attempt to break the ice, but the sudden appearance of Manic Red interrupted her train of thought.

"Ahh, you're here Syl-..."

Needless to say, Sylph had unleashed one of her more devastating attacks: Overly Descriptive Irritating Noise. ("O.D.I.N.") for short. Lucy, being somewhat accustomed to this specific brand of auditory assault, tried her best to answer her questions and serve as a Sylph-translator for the stranger.

"I'm fine Little Sis Sylphee!" That was cringeworthy, even for Lucy. "A boat is a bad idea, anyone overlooking the water can snipe at us. Besides, it's safer to work our way through the ruins, and we can get a tan either way. Back when I was at The Brotherhood, I fought a Mirelurk bigger than The Citadel itself! And I-...uhh...[small]don't eat Mirelurks. They creep me out...[/small]"

Lucy glanced at her Gauss Rifle: (00:15)

"Hey! That's Mister Black Power Armored Enclave Pilot. How'd he get a hole in his chest? Look! I can stick my head through the hole! Hey Hey Hey Big Sissy Psycho Lucy Caboosy, do you know what happened to Mister Black Enclave Whirlybird?

"You shot down the Vertibird...and I made sure the pilot didn't survive." Lucy merely shrugged. "The Enclave hurt Johnny, me, imprisoned Beryl and probably wanted you...they deserve worse." She responded uncharacteristically flatly.

Lucy didn't wish to continue the topic any further and turned her attention back to the stranger, who was also seemingly distracted by Sylph's antics.

"Thanks, but this is the problem." The Tough Girl declined her offer and motioned towards the hunk of metal pinning her legs down.

"Tough girl, huh?" Lucy smirked and raised an eyebrow while she studied the hunk of metal. "It's still connected to the Vertibird itself..."

That's when Alice caught her off guard by revealing and holstering a concealed weapon. "...good idea! hold on...don't shoot me."

"I'm Alice..."

Lucy drew her Plasma Pistol from her thigh holster, took quick aim with her free hand at the hunk of metal and fired 4 bright plasma bolts nearest to Alice's leg.

Watching the plasma eat through the metal, her Gauss Rifle stopped humming and came to a silent rest. The screen counter resumed its natural peak. (00:59) "Disengage!" She ordered and the rifle's components slid back into place and reformed itself once more.

Lucy's right hand was slightly red from the heat, causing her to immediately drop her rifle. Regardless, once the Plasma had separated this piece of mangled metal extension from the Vertibird wreckage, she grabbed the now smaller part resting on Alice's legs and pulled it off her with all the strength she could muster in her small body.

With Alice free, Lucy wiped away at the beads of sweat on her forehead.

"I'm Lucy. That stimpack offer is still available..." Slowly flexing the fingers on her now sensitive hand, she peered at Alice quizzically. "Say, you wouldn't happen to know how to get to Rivet City from here, would you?"