The REALLY Wild Wasteland. (The Fallout RP!)

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The Harkinator

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William relaxed a bit more as the conversation began to flow, then Lucy bombarded him with questions,

"Hang on a minute, one at a time. Ok first question, I'm here because I need to know the location of the new Enclave base, because I need to sneak into it. I'm also here to pick up some things to help with a distraction, it is a rather long story involving a very rich ghoul and someone called Dudley." When he spoke about it, the plan seemed like it could work, if everything went right, but if everything went wrong.....

"Right then, second question. When I found you, it was like you were broken, you'd been beaten within an inch of your life and I think it might only have been the drugs that kept you going long enough so I could find you and Doc Church could keep you alive. As for what had happened, I'd say more of a professional hit than a random raider attack. Raiders might have made some mark, painted the walls or hung your corpses outside. Raiders would have taken you back with them to sell as a slave or killed you right there, with Paradise Falls having, um, fallen a few years ago, I'd say it is because they weren't raiders that you're here today." William could notice that the tone had dropped, this was a difficult conversation.

"My best guess would be someone hired those people, they would know where you were and what to do. The damage done left little trace, so it looks like a raider attack, but raiders leave signs to mark their territory. Somebody wanted your father dead, they knew where he lived and knew what to do. On who ordered it, think who might have wanted to kill your father."

William decided he'd give as much detail as he could remember. He told Lucy the story of how he had come across her, it had been one of his earlier jobs for Morgan Bloom, there had been a skirmish between Bloom's mercenaries and raiders squatting in what had been the Evergreen Mills stronghold. Bloom had been looking for some notable shotgun rumoured to still be there but his team had been ambushed by raiders and further teams were beaten back. The raiders were in a canyon and the only way in was heavily mined and fortified. Lookout snipers had taken several heads already. Bloom had ordered William to get in and get the shotgun. It had all been made clear that if he refused there would be a mercenary team coming after him too, Bloom wanted to add to his collection.

William had been travelling from Underworld to Evergreen Mills, he had stopped at Megaton for the night and early in the morning he had set off again, travelling on the road through Springvale until the column of smoke rose high, he had found a partially burned home riddled with bullet holes, the only living thing there was Lucy, near dead and drugged out of her mind. The most surprising thing about her was how light she was, as if she was hollowed out inside. He'd taken her back to Megaton and made sure she was in the caring, if harsh hands of Doc Church, convinced the good doctor to look after her for free and had to set off on his way again. If he took too long, Bloom would have simply put a price on his head, there was not the trust that existed now.

It had mostly been in vain, rescuing Lucy was the most productive part of the job. He had gotten into Evergreen Mills by climbing down the cliffs and sneaking in without being noticed by anyone. But the shotgun was not there, he interrogated a raider and after threatening to put that tyre with spikes back on wrong way up learned that there had been a unique shotgun belonging to a trader, but it was long gone. Bloom was unhappy with the result, but satisfied that nothing else could be done.

That was how William had met Lucy, now he decided to ask his own question, "What are you planning to do after you've recuperated here?"
 

Rip Van Rabbit

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Lucy listened to William's story, deciding to hear the whole story before inquiring further.

"Morgan Bloom, huh? The wealthy ghoul is infamous in trading circles and mercenary groups. My dad, Isaac, would tell me about his trips to Underworld, Rivet City, Megaton, etc you don't get far into the trading business without being mindful about Bloom's ongoing contracts. God forbid if you interfere with one of them..."

Lucy paused, contemplating his words about possible suspects and their style of attack "I'm convinced it's Enclave at the moment. Before the torture - " she choked on her words, struggling to vocalize them "They killed Isaac in front of me. They were militaristic, one soldier said something about and I quote: critical objectives achieved, do what you will with the civilians. They had black power armour, rippers and only the few in front of me had plasma weapons"

"When I inspected the area days after I recovered there was no trace of energy weapon use. Think it could be the Enclave covering their tracks for some reason? When my dad brought home this rifle, he was on edge the entire time, treated the thing like it was a ticking time-bomb. Two weeks later, the attack. I'm not exactly going to chalk that up to coincidence just yet."

Lucy considered his question about her immediate future. She had Frank and Vikki here, maybe she could assist the Brotherhood "Well, I'm all good to go...except I have nothing to do. Perhaps help out the Brotherhood, I'm fascinated with their tech. Plus I have my friends, Vikki and Frank here...I suppose you're off to infiltrate an Enclave base. About that, do you guys need backup or someone to help out with your cover identity?"

She flashed William a sad smile of gratitude "You didn't have to help me, wasting your time on a job for Bloom is cutting it close...Thank you"



"The gesture may be overt, but bear with me here
, ok?" Lucy stood up and walked right up to William and proceeded to hug him tightly "Again...thank you"
 

Souplex

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Frank headed off to the courtyard.
Walking on his own gave Frank time to think.
His companions didn't know much about him, they know he's ex-Brotherhood, (Kind of, sort of) they know that he's awesome, but that's about it.
They didn't know about his past or his family, or why he wouldn't take off his armor.
Maybe it was time to tell them.
Or he could just tell them one of the more outlandish rumors about why for laughs.
Some claimed that the real Frank died, and his old armor is haunted.
Some claimed that someone killed the real Frank, put on the armor, and took over his life.
Others claimed that inside the armor is a robot programmed to think it's Frank.
One of the more popular rumors was that Frank was ghoulified, and he wishes to keep it a secret.
Frank's big-sister claims it's because he's hideously ugly, and must hide his face to avoid terrifying small children.
None of these were true.
Frank arrived in the courtyard. Many members of the Brotherhood were training, hanging out, or trying to mack on some foxy female members. Ah, youth.
Frank saw squire Maxson, armored up, and ready for training.
"Are you ready Ladybug?"
"Of course!"
Frank and Maxson practiced for a bit.
 

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Barry could feel the very life being squeezed out of him. He rolled on the ground flailing ineffectually attempting desperately to get the anaconda like eels off of him. Blood was pouring out of his snapped arm which caused him to feel more and more light headed. He was just about at the end of his rope and he knew it. Any pretention of heroism faded as he desperately clung to life. This was no longer about a man purifying the world of evil. It was about a man fighting to breath one more time. His face was pressed into the cold sidewalk. He saw a figure in front of him, but it was blurred. His eyes focused. It was the man who ran him over. Crushed to death by this giant mutant. But what was that in his hands? Lighter fluid? What was he doing with lighter fluid? Doesn't matter. The container was crushed. The fluid had formed a pool around the man's body. Barry saw one last option. He crawled toward it using every ounce of strength and will left in his body. Finally he reached it. If he could sigh he would. He rolled in the fluid. Step one complete. He looked toward the burning FalloutBob. He crawled toward him. His strength faded. The lack of oxygen was about to finish him. Death for the first time was all he could think about. What would happen to him? He was fighting for good so would he go to a better place or nothing at all? "I at least got to go out fighting" he thought using his absolute last ounce of effort to push into FalloutBob. Barry exploded into a blazing inferno. The eels squealed as began to melt. They released and tried to crawl back to the creature that spawned them but perished before making it. Barry at last took in a breath. One that very well could be his very last. His skin began to melt off of him and drip onto the street. So did the leather of his armor. He looked to his left and saw a fire hydrant. He swung his fist. The hydrant burst. Water collided with him launching him backward into a wall at the other side of the street. This last blast of force further tore through his arm. cracking the two snapped pieces of humorous. He would have noticed the loss of all feeling in his leg if it hadn't already gone numb from the fire. His mask had melted off and so had much of his face. His face was rather reminiscent of cheese that had partially liquefied in the sun. He used his remaining arm to reach into his bag. One at a time he pulled out his half a dozen stimpacks and injected himself with each one. He saw his skin begin to fix itself and the minor damage to his ribs healed. The wonders of modern medicine. But the damage to his arm was beyond mere stimpacks. He would need a doctors bag. Or a surgeon.
 

The Harkinator

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William was surprised by Lucy's gesture, but he returned the hug. Sometimes simple gestures like that were much more effective than the most flowery apology, especially in the wasteland.

"It's kind of you to offer to help, but I think they'd spot Frank a mile off. Besides, if it all goes wrong I'd just be endangering more people by bringing you."

William didn't want to leave, but he knew that if he didn't go now, he'd never would. Leaving the hug he quickly turned and walked to the door before pausing and saying, "I hope we meet again, I don't want this to be the end of it." before leaving the room.

The experience had really affected him, of all the ghosts of the past, none had ever returned before and William feared that he was about to walk out of somebody else's life for good. He hoped not, otherwise what would be become except another nameless corpse in the wasteland, someone else whose story would be forgotten in an instant. Just like the dead man William had seen in Kentucky, killed and left as a trap for others. Unless he changed, things would be stuck that way.

Then again, it was also rather likely that William would be turned into some sort of goo after being discovered by the Enclave.

William headed for the exit, ready to travel to, then sneak into, an Enclave base.
 

Souplex

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Frank continued with the lesson.
[Armor 100/30][Success!] "You're fighting against the armor, you have to work with it."
[Perception] William walked past, on his way out of the Citadel.
The lesson wrapped up.
"And remember Ladybug; I want you to do ten sets of each move every day. In armor if possible."
"Sure thing!"
"And behave."
Frank walked back to his room.
"I probably owe you an explanation about me Mattie."
 

Rip Van Rabbit

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"It won't be the last time, we'll see each other again, William."
Lucy was sad to see William go, he was already on his way through the door, the haunted expression was a mirror of her own. Lucy had met some special people over the past few days, she never expected this. Maybe she'll see him again, they could get to know each other when things weren't so chaotic.

She sighed, deciding to distract herself at the firing range, she'd need a Brotherhood escort though. With her head down she began walking across the room.

"I probably owe you an explanation about me Mattie."

She was startled by the sound of Frank's voice more so than his sudden appearance. She was glad to see a friend anyway and cracked a grim smile. Things got lonely too quickly in her mind.

"You're back" she remarked and continued "I'm all ears, Frank. Whatever is said between us, stays between us, kinda goes without saying."
 

Souplex

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"I'm all ears, Frank. Whatever is said between us, stays between us, kinda goes without saying."
"I'm guessing you want to hit the firing range? We'll walk and talk on our way there."
Frank began walking to the courtyard.
"The Citadel is a lovely building isn't it? I was born here in 2256, shortly after the Brotherhood came here."
"When I was five, my dad left to join the Outcasts. Took my baby brother with him. Pissed my mom off to no end."
"I spent my youth being trained under my grandfather. He's gone now. My pistol used to be his. Mom's a Paladin, so she was usually away on missions. My grandfather was crippled in a battle with a Behemoth, and spent his days as a combat instructor."
"I was offered several promotions past Knight, but I refused them all, because Paladins don't get to spend their spare time fixing things. They just break things, people, mutants, and everything else they're told to break."
"I was sent out on a solo scouting mission near Tenpenny Tower, when I came across the ruins of the city of Rockopolis. It was there that I found a dying ghoul named Argyle. He was in a pool of radioactive water that was healing him just a little slower than the rocks were crushing him, and he didn't want his martial arts techniques to be lost when he died."
"I learned what I could from him, then, at his request; I put him out of his misery."
"Shortly after that, I started schtupping our illustrious leader, Elder Lyons. She wasn't elder when we started though, that was her dad."
"Life was good for quite a while, I fought things, I fixed things, I schtupped the boss's daughter on a fairly regular basis. Wouldn't last though, because the universe hates it when I'm happy."
Frank let out a heavy noticeable sigh. He probably wouldn't hate the universe so much if it wasn't constantly working in the background to undermine him.
"Troubles started when Lyons Sr. died, and Sarah took over as elder. It was fun at first, because I was nailing the boss, but her first major act as Elder was to to declare full scale war on the Outcasts, She saw them as her dad's biggest failure, and she was way too eager to live up to him. I disapproved of the choice, but I went along with it."
"I was sent out to hunt the Outcasts, with my sister, and my buddy Jake. He was the fellow at Megaton with the gatling laser. Things were going well at first, we killed a few Outcasts patrols, took their stuff, good times...
Lucy couldn't tell, but Frank was grimacing a lot at this point.
"For the last patrol we encountered, there were three of them. We killed their leader and captured the rest alive. Then, one of our captures starts yelling about how we killed his father, and he would get revenge on us somehow. Then the other said something that made me realize what had just happened, he said "Shut up Rose, David would want you to face your fate with dignity." It seemed I had just killed my father."
"I released them, took my dad's armor, and went back to the Citadel. Me and my sister took it poorly in different ways. She became a colossal slut, and I had a mental breakdown, extensively modified my dad's old armor, and refused to take it off."
"Eventually I felt I needed to get away from the Brotherhood. I left, and went to Rivet City. I spent a few months working as a mechanic there. It was nice, but something was missing. I left, and started wandering the wasteland. Was at it for a few months when you met me."
Frank had been bottling up that stuff for way too long. It felt good to talk about it.
"So you schtupped that guy I let in?"
 

Rip Van Rabbit

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Lucy walked alongside Frank through the halls and toward the courtyard, receiving many passing glances,glares and stares of bewilderment.
She wondered whether if they were directed towards her, Frank or more likely the combination of both.

Small girl, large rifle. Big guy, large fists.

"The Citadel is a lovely building isn't it?"I was born here in 2258, shortly after the Brotherhood came here.

Lucy was going to work out the age at later point, she was never good with numbers.

"I wish I grew up here. To be apart of all this. Still a little girl's dream, but I always wanted to be Brotherhood. Hence the fascination with the tech." she pointed at her rifle and let Frank continue.

She listened to Frank's story, he was exceedingly difficult to read. Lucy's expressions were not, as they ranged from admiration to the citadel, sympathy with regards to his grandfather and Argyle, sly admiration to the current Elder, surprise at his extensive family and complete sadness with regards to his breakdown and especially his father.

Lucy hadn't noticed that her eyes had welled up with tears. Frank was this pillar of strength and it broke her heart to know that part of his strength was built from so much trauma and suffering.

She wiped at her face "I'm so sorry, Frank" she sighed "It's the estrogen. Emotional nurturing impulses and crap."

"What happened to your Brother and is your Mom still around?" she peered up at the helmet, she hoped she was looking at his eyes.

She couldn't exactly do nothing, so she decided to wrap her arms around his waist and looked up at him "I know you aren't looking for sympathy, but I can really appreciate the fact that you told me all that. It's safe with me and it makes the little engraving on my rifle all the more meaningful."

The contrast between Lucy's small frame against his must have been quite a funny sight.

"Perhaps, and this is a big perhaps, I could be the one to see your face one day" she smiled up at him.

"So you schtupped that guy I let in?"

She snorted with laughter "Wha- No!...'Kinda girl do you think I am?" she broke off the hug and straightened up "Besides, if that were to happen, I'm the kinda girl that spends a few good hours ridi-"

She blushed at her sudden open attitude and fiddled with her hair, finding *great* interest in it. She even started to whistle to herself.
 

Souplex

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"I wish I grew up here. To be apart of all this. Still a little girl's dream, but I always wanted to be Brotherhood. Hence the fascination with the tech."
"You probably can; the Brotherhood recruits wastelanders all the time. Lots of initiates die to the mutants, so they constantly need replacements. Kind of a shitty gig."
"What happened to your Brother and is your Mom still around?"
"After I released him, he swore revenge. Don't know what he's up to now. Probably hunting me. Maybe he did something crazy like join the Enclave so he could have the means to defeat me. Who knows? My mom's fine. She's off hunting the Outcasts. She really doesn't like them."
"I know you aren't looking for sympathy, but I can really appreciate the fact that you told me all that. It's safe with me and it makes the little engraving on my rifle all the more meaningful."
"No problem. You seemed curious, felt you had earned the truth."
"Perhaps, and this is a big perhaps, I could be the one to see your face one day"
"Maybe once I get over these neuroses, some day. Though if my sister is to be believed, I won't take off my helmet because I'm hideously ugly. If that's the case, you may not want me to. Besides, being fleshy is terrible. Without my armor I'm fragile. A single bullet to the head could kill me. One Bullet. It's a terrible feeling, like being naked in a hailstorm."
"Wha- No!...'Kinda girl do you think I am?" she broke off the hug and straightened up "Besides, if that were to happen, I'm the kinda girl that spends a few good hours ridi-"
Frank chuckled to himself. He had successfully defused a tender moment.
Frank and Lucy arrived at the courtyard.
"Feel free to shoot something. Just not people. Unless they're jerks."
 

The Harkinator

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William headed towards the exit, making his way through the great gates of the Citadel. He was keeping up a mask of composure, inside there was only turmoil. Should he go back? Should he give up the mission? Carry on?

If he went back he would be stuck in the past, if he met Lucy again that would be part of the future. If he gave up the mission many would die and many more live in fear. If he carried on he might die. William thought once again to the unknown corpse in the wasteland, no friends or family, an unknown past but no future. He would have to trust in his skills and a lot of luck to survive and succeed.

But that was the job, it needed doing and it needed doing now. He had reached Dudley, Scribe Ramsey and the motorbikes.

It was time to leave.
 

Rip Van Rabbit

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A single bullet to the head could kill me. One Bullet. It's a terrible feeling, like being naked in a hailstorm."

"How do you think I feel? I'm squishy"

Lucy activated her rifle, it was humming, which was a rather new feature, took aim and blasted the training dummy from outside the range of the target "Seems like I still got it! She's got a little bit of a kick now. Gauss Rifle parts are really difficult to come by, I'm surprised I kept it going this long. Pride and joy here."

She stepped within the firing range to test out any significant differences when fired from different angles or alternate hands. She talked to Frank in the meantime.

"That guy from earlier? Name's William. He's the one that saved my life after the attack on Springvale. You know how I was kinda left to die, well he showed up, carried me to Megaton, footed the bill for my recovery and left on a job." she paused as the the auto-reloader popped out the drained cell, reloading, she continued.

"Never thought I would see him again, I should have died that day..." Lucy's eyes were unblinking

She lowered her rifle and turned to Frank "Wanna give it a try?" she extended some spare cells "It kinda looks like your property with that rose engraved on it."

She turned to Frank "I need to ask your opinion on something. Is there any reason the Enclave would make the slaughter of Springvale look like a raider attack? Most of them used conventional guns, but a few carried plasma weapons and rippers. Black power armour. One of them was dishing out orders about critical objectives and dealing with civilians...They were asking my dad about the energy weapons before they killed him"

Lucy was stumped, she had no idea what her next move would be

"I think they were after this rifle...my dad had been doing business for years, that thing shows up, dad locks it away, stockpiles ammo, basically worships it. Than an attack asking about weapons...What do you make of all of it?"
 

Souplex

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"How do you think I feel? I'm squishy"
"Tiny, and squishy. I don't know how you live with it."
"Seems like I still got it! She's got a little bit of a kick now. Gauss Rifle parts are really difficult to come by, I'm surprised I kept it going this long. Pride and joy here."
[Jury Rigging]"Most energy rifles use similar parts, if you know what you're doing, you can keep it running on the cheap."
"That guy from earlier? Name's William. He's the one that saved my life after the attack on Springvale. You know how I was kinda left to die, well he showed up, carried me to Megaton, footed the bill for my recovery and left on a job. Never thought I would see him again, I should have died that day."
"Well now I feel like a jerk for planning the best ways to break him when I first met him."
"Wanna give it a try?" she extended some spare cells "It kinda looks like your property with that rose engraved on it."
"Yeah I'll give it a go, I prefer pistols to rifles, but I do love testing new modifications."
[Energy Weapons 80/75][Success!]Frank pulled off a quick shot on the head of the target dummy.
"Reloading after every shot is a pain in the ass. I don't know how you deal with it."
"I need to ask your opinion on something. Is there any reason the Enclave would make the slaughter of Springvale look like a raider attack? Most of them used conventional guns, but a few carried plasma weapons and rippers. Black power armour. One of them was dishing out orders about critical objectives and dealing with civilians...They were asking my dad about the energy weapons before they killed him"
"The Enclave was trying to lay low for the last few years, they only revealed their existence briefly, making it look like a raider attack was probably just them trying to keep their existence secret."
"I think they were after this rifle...my dad had been doing business for years, that thing shows up, dad locks it away, stockpiles ammo, basically worships it. Than an attack asking about weapons...What do you make of all of it?"
"Maybe he stole it from someone in the Enclave? Maybe he found a weapons cache, and the Enclave wanted to locate the rest of it? Maybe he was in the Enclave way back in the day and defected, and they finally got around to hunting him down? Those are my guesses, they're probably way off."
 

The Harkinator

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William, Dudley and of course Scribe Ramsey were travelling across the wasteland at a good pace. They had left the DC ruins some time ago and Tenpenny tower loomed to their left, far in the distance.

William had not been in a talkative mood, for most of the journey he had been following Dudley and not even registering several landmarks, the bumps in the road or Dudley's conversation starters. Eventually, the attempts at conversation had stopped. William was thinking about several things, Lucy, the mission, Morgan Bloom, Lucy, The Enclave, his life, the lonely corpse in the wasteland, Lucy.

There were things he needed to decide, after all, spending a lifetime working for Morgan Bloom did not appeal to him. There may come a day when his words failed him. Or perhaps he would exist for many more years, becoming older, slower, weaker until somebody faster beat him. He could not let that happen.

He needed to find a new place to settle, somewhere with a steady income that would break his reliance on mercenary jobs. To find somewhere safe, The Enclave had to go, or be weakened. What about Lucy? William was not used to confronting his past, but this had been different. It had been a visit to the past but also perhaps an affirmation of the future. He hoped to see her again when he could, and she was quite easy on the eyes too.

*CLUNK*CLUNK*CLUNK* Oh no......

William really hadn't been paying attention to the bumps in the road, or their effect on his motorbike. Something had come loose and cut out the engine. Fortunately, Dudley quickly realised his bike was the only working one and stopped.

"Well 'aint this a piece o' luck? I was just 'bout to say we make camp."

"Piece of luck? We are nowhere near any settlement, nor anyone who can make repairs. Though I agree with you on the making camp point, it's getting rather dark."

"Don't speak too soon friend! Let's get off the road and we can fix yer ride." Dudley gave Scribe Ramsey a cheerful slap on the back when he said 'we'. Ramsey looked less than thrilled. As William pushed the broken motorcycle to the camp area he could hear Dudley giving Ramsey a pre-repair pep talk. "I do hope your great Brotherhood skills 'aint gonna be under used here. Let's get a fixin"

In the end, Dudley did most of the repairs with Scribe Ramsey demoted to passing tools. When the job was done Dudley stood tall and puffed out his chest with pride. Not only had he fixed the problem but he had corrected several minor issues and cleaned the thing. In addition, he offered to hunt something for them to eat, but Ramsey's earnest pleas stopped him.

Instead as the night grew darker the three of them played cards, Ramsey won the first game in fine style, though this turned out to be beginners luck. He hadn't heard of half the games William and Dudley knew and when they were done the poor scribe found his pockets to be much lighter than before.

However, after a fine meal, a bit of a drink and a friendly evening all three felt in high spirits for tomorrow.
 

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Wayne sat on the bed of an apartment in the El Rey Motel, he didn't think the bark scorpions he had to kill in there would mind his stay. He had just finished setting up his mass water purifier, using a mixture of glass pitchers and surgical tubing, a trick Arcade had taught him to keep him from drinking the horrible dirty water found everywhere.

He sat and stared at the set up, thinking of Arcade, and how he had just left him one day with no explanation, and how days after his Pip-boy had picked up the transmission from the Enclave, a group Arcade had touched upon a few times, but talked of as if they were all gone...

It had taken some 'convincing' to get Manny Vargas to tell him where some woman called Daisy had gone at the same time. Daisy, a friend Arcade never mentioned to him, but who Julie Farkas seemed to know of... Why would he keep secrets from him? Arcade had seemed so sincere after finding him almost bleeding out just north of Sloan, and Wayne had done so much for him and The Followers to repay the favor.

'Damn bastard' he heard himself mutter aloud. He stood up off the bed, and hobbled over to his robobrain companion in the corner of the room, searching in its chest cavity he dug out some Brahmin meat he had cooked earlier that day, not much of a feast but it should give him the energy to get around the Fiends territory and somewhere south of Silver Peak Mine, hopefully his Pip-boy map wouldn't play up again. He gave it a quick check, still working, but flickering a little. Wayne hated technology, too damn complicated and easy to break, he wasn't fond of the robobrain either, but it carried his stuff, and often himself too.

He moved back to the bed and settled down to get some rest ready for the trek up the mountain with his bum leg the next day.
 

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RobDaBank said:
Too soon, Rob. Keep the post, but next time wait. Clearly, the GM has alot of catching up to do.

The format - just so all new people know - is that I let enough things happen that I feel is enough to work on, and then I stop you and intercede with my plottiness. And when I do, oh...good times. Still, this is a transition point. If the new people want to open plot ideas with me, let's talk in PMs all nice and sneaky-like.

EDIT: Sorry, now that I've read your post, I'm afraid it's no good. I'll PM you and you'll underatand.
 

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*hmm...*

"Entry number two, Crawver."

"Toady's events have been...fraught. Difficult. Not something I take any joy in recounting. Someone has taken her. Taken Udders. My Udders."

"But first, I must recount the events which led to her abduction, surely by heartless scoundrels or worse. By last entry, Abraham and I had regained our composure, following our narrowly successful forced march to the carrier in the bay. Of course they didn't allow us houseroom, but I'm not fool enough to even hope for such luxuries; nothing on the land, among people, not for one like me.
However, Abraham is...different. Though he is surely mad, to what degree I cannot discern yet, he seems to hold no grudge against my animalism, my not being human. Of course, it could all be a ruse, but it could equally be something perhaps more simple. I can speak like one of them, I eat, I drink, I...die...why should I be any different?"

"Something unknowable, at least for now, may compel me to follow him; but perhaps I'm becoming desperate. Desperate for what? My mind is fraught with clouds and mist. I thought about it, once or twice, as I lay starving, gazing into the bay; just to dive into the depths and have done with the whole blasted thing. The water is thick with radiation and other pollutants that would surely doom me to a slow, trickling death and suffering, but for one taste of that freedom...just one..."

"Anyway, Abraham became excited soon after dusk, one day from our arrival. We had sheltered where we could find it, under the concrete awning of some building, they all look the same to me; and he roused me as I tended to Udders' aching muscles with a balm crafted from local secretions. 'It's uh a fine thing that I done lead you here, Tiger' he whispered, 'Just you watch ol' Abe, he gon' get you some uh the best stuff he got, don't you worry heh heh heh'.
I didn't have to follow him, but...that frail body can't be left alone, I..."
 

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"With a few hours of crawling over and under and over what seemed to be the same piles of debris and ruin, he lead me onto a small verge, formed around a large pipe, enough for me to enter easily, jutting out into the bay. It wasn't easily visible from this side of the seafront, so I deducted that Abraham must have known it was there; he'd certainly walked somehow differently this time, I don't find it hard to believe that he had no sense of his direction prior to this expedition.
'Daddy's come ho-ooome' he sang to himself, in a jovial manner that was all at once grating and amusing. This man has no idea of the world he's in. Thigh deep in mud and sediment, I watched him tease the grate off with his free hand, leaning heavily on his crutch; pausing every so often to pull the thing out of the mud and set itself anew. Udders grazed happily on what she could find while I watched this ridiculous affair. There's no point stopping her eating it now, she...she needs it, and I need her."

"The grate hadn't been fastened; how else could the old fool break the seal with such ease? Clearly this place was somehow his, or he'd at least planned to return. I watched the grate drop into the water - the splash soaked Abraham, but he didn't flinch - and he looked up at me, 'uh, now Fishy, ah don' like askin' fer favours, last time I ast I git stuck out in th' deep woods with a can o' shitty water an' a blunt axe head an' not even a shirt, had to climb e'ry tree t'find mah way, an' ah was there fer thirty day; but some hellion done got away wi' mah leg an'...ah never did get that shot.'
So I slunk into the water and made a platform for him to climb upon. I covered Udders in a blanket that we were given by the city-folk that night. Well, they didn't ask for it to be returned anyway...'Stay still, I'll not be a minute' I told her. She's a good girl, my Udders. I led her to the nearest rubble-pile, and she nestled in the odd crevices with my barely suggesting, as I threw over the blanket she mooed in a way that I believed to be mournful...but I didn't think. I didn't think."

"I lifted myself up the the lip of the pipe and the thing whined beneath my weight. I may have starved for days prior, but I can't help my blubber. Abraham was already ranging ahead, deep down into the throat of the beast, his weird clicking step sending dull echoes back to me, 'Daddy's hooome, an' daddy kep' all o his secrets, fireflies is e'rywhere when y'know how t' look'. A few steps into the pipe - the thin layer of trickling water allowed me easy passage on my belly - darkness tore at what little light there was. We had offered my battery lamp as coin for food and water at the carrier, and even if we hadn't I could let him wander down to his death. It's...not dignified to let these things happen."

"But luck, it appears, favoured me in that moment, as in the gloom I spied some device at my flipper. A torch! And it worked! after a few slaps of the thing, like so many things in this world. I immediately grew wary of my fortune however. I'm a scientist, a doctor, but...Karma operates in ways that it's troubling to imagine. Luckily, Abraham hadn't wandered out of sight, and I managed to catch up to his erratic step by pushing myself along the walls of the pipe.
It came to my mind that I was swimming in effluent, but something close to fascination pulled me along behind him, like some idle toy. I held the torch in my mouth, and kept it's beam trained on his form as long as I could; at times he disappeared around corners, and terror struck me with the idea that I was lost in what could have been a labyrinth; but he would appear again always, beckoning."

"After a while - it seemed to have been a long while, the darkness ate time alongside light - he halted. Not out of exhaustion or dread, it must be noted, but with a deliberateness that made me uneasy. What a madman considers deliberate, I'm not sure, and it's the uncertainty that scares me. 'Wellm, Tiger, you done stumble 'pon Abe's stash.' He turned to me, the torch lit up his face, and...I had to turn away, something in his eyes. Something...It wasn't good, wasn't right. I heard a cruel and long, shiny sound as he surely drew his knife; he had kept it, we could have got caps for that, the devious, conniving scoundrel. I closed my eyes, expecting my end, but...perhaps I knew what he would do, by now. He slapped me on the back and laughed that dirty, raucous laugh of his that shook the tunnel and made me fear it's collapse under his voice.
'Ah! Abe's just shittin' yuh, Fishy, now, you done earn this, an' ah don' give nothin' away, not without a whole bunch o' kickin' n' screamin'' That cold steel glint sounded once more and he shut the thing away, to my relief. I opened my eyes, it seems we had emerged from the pipe and into an altogether wider chamber; rotting timbers lined the walls and the water rose to stain my coat, but still the ravenous darkness chewed at the edges of the torch-beam. Abraham began to claw at one of the walls, carefully standing his crutch against it, and leaning his shoulder against a beam he clawed and bit and ripped at another. I would have aided him but I was mystified by this unexpected behaviour. It strikes me now as odd that I'd consider any action as being outside of his behaviour."
"All at once I felt a chill as the water rose. It meant either one of two things, neither of them fortunate (blast that lucky torch!). The chamber was flooding with effluent, and consequently disease. Or something had entered the chamber. Something else, something large."
 

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"I swung the torch clumsily around, trying to find an intruder. To my credit, I found it. Gods, it was vast, the same size as me if not greater. By the glint it gave off in the torchlight, I knew it meant danger of some description, lord it hissed and splashed and spat. I didn't see Abe wheel round and stand before it until he leapt bodily onto the thing, yelping and cursing.
The creature, of course, threw him off with ease, and I swear I heard his bones clatter as the hit the wall and sunk into the pool. But he stood. Oh, he stood. His crutch had fallen into the water, and he stood rigid on both legs. Perhaps the implant had finally taken...perhaps not."

"I admit I was catatonic; I mean, I'm...I'm a Walrus that walks and talks like a man, for God's sake, but bones don't knit themselves, not in seconds! Wounds don't heal and ostensibly lame men don't stand! and I should know, I'm a bleedin' Doctor! He drained that flask of his, into his throat, and threw the thing aside, wiping his mouth like some comical lumberjack, like the ones I've seen in those historical films the Surgeon had, back in the laboratory. When I swung the beam around to him, he looked outwardly no different than his normal self. But...I swear, he glowed, and his breath steamed, like the creature that moved to encircle him in it's serpentine mass. My beam followed Abe as he leapt anew onto the creature, grasping at it's loathsome jaws, his own held in an outlandish grimace. He kept on whooping and cheering as the thing threw him right to left in attempts to dislodge him, be he held fast every time. I was watching the creature, not Abraham. He navigated in the dark like something inhuman, like an animal...like me.
The creature was reptilian in it's appearance, scales and jagged ratchet teeth that showed whenever it championed Abe's grip for fleeting seconds. A gargantuan tail sent waves of sewage crashing and climbing the walls of the chamber as it whipped against its enraged assailant. But slowly I saw it prize those deathly stinking jaws open, wide enough to swallow. I suddenly took notice of Abe staring at me; when the beam crossed him, his eyes shot it back. He maneuvered the beast's head beneath the water, and then I knew what he wanted me to do, to undertake, to decide."

"This...is difficult to recount. I'm a walr- a man of morals. I took the hippocratic oath, really it meant nothing, as I recounted it aloud, to myself, over and over, in the Surgeon's laboratory, my beastly tongue struggling to shape the words 'Do No Harm'. But I meant it, every last blasted sound and inflection, I meant it. I lurched forward, and drove my right tusk into the creature's skull. The impact shattered it completely, and every nerve in my jaw wailed in pain. Even as I struck, the creature's suddenly free jaws closed on my flipper. Gods! It wasn't the pain, but the memories it brought. Under the Surgeon's knife, and all his other foul implements. Dicing and chopping and twisting and sticking and blowing and sucking and slurping and stealing and...Gods"

"I still held the torch beam in my mouth as the creature died, and Abe loosed his grip, came to stand. As he clawed at the same spot with renewed vigour, I saw it float to the surface. Those eyes, they were still open. They haunt me. I saw no hate, no aggression; only fear, fear and a repressed kindness that I had never allowed it to express. I looked away.
Abe's yelping brought me round again, he had freed something from inside the timbers, and it splashed into the pool. A barrel. Abe stuck his knife into it and grinned. In an animalistic fury, he supped at it while whatever was inside foamed from the wound. He laughed again. A cruel laugh. He looked at me, as if I knew, as if I knew what he was thinking. He fished his flask out from the pool, and held it to the wound, carefully decanting a full load of it's contents into the flask. And that was it. That appeared to be what we had come for."

"But upon emerging into daylight, I found Udders missing, with no trace to be discerned from our surroundings. I grew flustered, Abe said something, something like 'n'aww, lost yer steer, fishy? Here, you look like you need a sup...' but I flew into a rage and knocked him back. He stood up again, like he had before, but now he seemed frail and brittle once again, as he strained to get up and lean onto his crutch, 'naww, I'll gi' y' some time tah think it over, but you'll be back, e'ryone does heh heh heh'. I resolved to leave him, at that moment I lost all sympathy for him, but...Udders...I can't get her back alone, I'm just a Walrus. A Walrus in a man's world."

"The creature's eyes, and my oath come to me again and again in my sleep, and this thought troubles me in the recesses of my mind that are altogether deeper than waking thought and contemplation. I pledged to do no harm, above all, do no harm. But when I struck, when I...killed...the beast, when I chose to end it's life, when I chose to harm, with no regard for anything but myself..."

"I...liked it."
 

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"Maybe he stole it from someone in the Enclave? Maybe he found a weapons cache, and the Enclave wanted to locate the rest of it? Maybe he was in the Enclave way back in the day and defected, and they finally got around to hunting him down? Those are my guesses, they're probably way off."

With those words, Lucy took the rifle from Frank's hands and spoke softly "William was heading to an Enclave base somewhere, I need a favour, can you just find out where it is for me?"

She turned and muttered "I'm using the shower in your quarters, I won't be long".

She never made eye-contact (although she wouldn't know) during the last part of their discussion. Closing the door of Frank's quarters behind her, she squirmed out of her armour and laid her belongings close to it. The surprisingly warm water dashing across her face, she closed her eyes and buried her head in her hands and she crouched in the corner.

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She was barefoot, wearing a tattered dress adorned with polka-dots and she stumbled many times as her body informed her just how weak she was.

Passing bullet-riddled houses, corpses and ashes. She had finally reached her home, she nearly gagged at the the pungent smell of rotting flesh that surrounded the area. She was only focused on one body, her father's, openly gutted. Tears streamed down her face as she turned away from the horrible sight.

She bumped into a large power-armored figure with orange neon lighting. "Y-you..." she stammered with horror and proceeded to beat her fists onto the figure's chest.

"Name's Bob" she received a swift knee to the stomach "Pleased to meet ya! Now you and me have gotta talk, young lady"

Lucy continued to struggle and was promptly punched to the ground, Bob kneeled next to her and pushed her face down into the ground "Sassy gal, ain't ya, Miss Black?"

Lucy couldn't move with her face shoved into the dirt, she struggled to even breathe properly.

"Now, we know that guy over there was your good ol' pop pop"

She glared, her breath ragged as she growled "W-why?!"

He chuckled earnestly "Because he had to go, that's why! Your old man got started by sticking his nose in the wrong places, despite our warnings and then he crossed the line" with this he lifted Lucy up and patted her back with a laugh.

She hated this man, he's a liar, who is he, why, dad was a trader...

"Fuck...you" her voice was layered with hatred

"Girl's got some fire, if you were Spanish..." He mused to himself then continued "Now, look here, daddy dearest there knew some sensitive information about us and you know what happens when we catch up to people like him."

He grabbed her hair and started pulling roughly "Since we can't exactly stroll up to certain places, we need you to report everything you hear about Megaton, Underworld, Rivet City, anything in the DC Ruins, hell even throw in the Brotherhood! We need someone with an ear to the ground, what people know about us and especially Brotherhood information"

Lucy yelped in pain "Go to hell! I'm not helping you fucking murdere-" she was cut short with a jab to the stomach.

"If you don't do this, we'll assume the worst and destroy those places...think of it as paying back your father's debt and saving the lives of many! Hell, I'm feeling good! Consider yourself an Enclave Asset and we'll even tell you about who your father really was."

"Each major place will buy you a year or two. Megaton there will give ya two years for a good start." He helped her up and extended his hand "So we got a deal...Hmm, you would be number...Enclave Asset Unit-08!" she couldn't tell, but he was grinning.

"If I do this, you won't hurt those people and you'll tell me about Dad?" it took her awhile to speak

"I may be many things: handsome, spanish, godlike, amazing in bed and a great drinking buddy but I never lie! You can walk away, but those people will die because YOU refused to make a sacrifice and you'll NEVER know the truth. So do we have a deal?"

Time seemed to stretch, but Lucy grudgingly took his hand: I will tear you to pieces one day. Watch me.

"Great! Whenever you have a full report, find a patrol, make your title known or else we're likely to kill ya. Good news, people live and you're one step closer to paying off daddy's debt. Bad news and we kill the people your father was involved with, the damn settlement and their cat's. Damn allergies..."

Bob spoke into a transmitter and a few minutes later a vertibird appeared nearby to pick him up, with a wave and a laugh, he was gone.

It took Lucy awhile to get back up, but entered her home, dug out her leather armor from under her bed and entered her birthday into the combination for the wall-safe hidden behind the oven. She picked up the Gauss Rifle she had only fired once and retrieved a large backpack filled with ammunition...

"What now?" she muttered out loud

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She turned off the shower and wondered about the intrusive memory Frank had inadvertently sparked. The people she had met. Frank, Vikki, William and maybe even Marlon would be disgusted with this information about her.

She had reported on Megaton not too long ago, reporting nothing out of the ordinary and that the Enclave was but a mystery to the residents, only theories floated around and that seemed enough for them. She had no idea if she had saved Megaton or played a hand in its possible destruction.

But the Brotherhood? She wasn't going to do this to them, to Frank especially. She still had time. She was going to find out the answers on her own, maybe someone knew something.

She can help other settlements by warning them, preparing them somehow, figuring out the Enclave's moves instead.

They still thought she was Enclave Asset Unit-08, somehow she could rip them apart from the inside out.

She needed to find William, their missions were interconnected somehow and Lucy had the access most don't...

She got dressed, tied her hair into two loose pigtails, made sure all her equipment was in order and walked out the room to find Frank.

Follow orders? No.
Abuse her position? Yes.
Tear them down? Hell yes.