[HEADING=2]You Won't See Me Coming.[/HEADING]
"Well, you'll be happy to know that Operation Stormy was a success. Our best roboticists worked on the man and now he's leading a steadily-growing army towards the west."
After the initial push of Caesar's Legion broke against the shores of Enclave hovercraft, several Enclave scientists, led by Doctor-18, considered the idea of animating the human corpse cybernetically as both an insult to their enemy and as a cheap way to retaliate against a foe that was both barbaric and plentiful in number. They operated LIVE on a man they'd taken from the desert, a kind of superhuman that they'd found one day. He was converted into the prototype, and a large set of cadavers were experimented on next. As a result, a large group of mad machines programmed for ultra-violence were aimed in a direction and told to keep going until they found water. These cyber-zombies were armed and not to be easily handled by warriors who almost refuse to use modern weapons, relying on outdated Roman ideals and tactics. Shaun led them innto battle, along with Replicants and a number of soldiers whose job was to hang back and turn all of the dead into autonomous units.
"How does the Legion fare now?"
"They'll never bother us again. And by the time NCR gets wind, the only Legion there'll be is the one we created."
"Oh, that's gooood, Jack. Now is the time to start cleaning house before the guests arrive."
"You expect them soon?"
"Satellites don't lie. There's a big red mark on this planet's record, and it won't go away on its own."
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[HEADING=2]Once more unto the breach![/HEADING]
[HEADING=2]FalloutJack Presents...[/HEADING]
"Ack, fer cryin' out loud, this is alot of steps!"
"Ma'am, this is Mr. Nigel-Murray down in research with the data-pull from the suit. We found something."
"The rain hath soaked the land and the journey of the Red One is almost complete... Rejoice, brothers! The flesh of all non-believers shall soon be in our teeth!"
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[HEADING=1]REALLY[/HEADING]
[HEADING=2]Wild[/HEADING]
[HEADING=2]Wasteland[/HEADING]
[HEADING=1]SEASON THREE![/HEADING]
The Wild Wasteland has seen some very odd things lately. New Behemoths, a giant robot, healthy rain showers, ghouls gone mad (instead of feral), Nukezilla, and naked Greco-Roman wrestling performed by a Brotherhood and Enclave soldier. But it should be known that there are broader concerns than in this area. The North American territory has been broken for 300 years and it is still divided. Some people take exception to that, such as the Enclave, the Legion, NCR, and the Brotherhood of Steel. And while this story does not encompass the whole territory, it is fair to say that while there are things outside of our scope, it doesn't mean that nothing's happening out there. This is the Wild Wasteland, and plenty of that effect is in other places too.
-Stiiill here, children! By request of our boy from the Brotherhood of Steel, Three Dog is still on all frequencies until one of them can give us the all-clear sign. Just on a note over what's going on, apparently there have been a number of attacks lately. The BoS Citadel has currently survived a giant Mirelurk attack and there's a big-ass robot cruising around as we speak. Other than that, it seems that shortly before this extended broadcast, Rivet City was taken hostage by the big Behemoths. Somebody might wanna check that out, but beee careful! More news as it develops, wastelanders. Stay cool, 'cause looks like another storm comin'.-
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William, who is NOT #37, had a plan on how to handle the giant plant. He was going to talk to it. Talk to it?! As soon as he started, Natsuki rolled her eyes in irritation. Fortunately, the plant had no eyes and couldn't see that. It basically sensed things and thus could not 'see' in the same sense that people do. Uhh, you know, Will...that thing's awfully big and it seems to grow larger when it's had a meal and boy are there fresh bodies here... Maybe you want to be a little more careful about this?
"Our armoury is well stocked, and we have more than enough fire to destroy you... so do the smart thing and talk to us."
Okay, the fire demonstration seemed to help. The plant tilted what we can only refer to as its head, going "Hmmmmm?" in that entirely jazzy voice of his.
Plant: What have you been
smokin', boy? Does this look like Capitol Hall? Is this gonna end with a 'We can do it' speech? I know what goes on 'round here, and I'm makin' my move! Step out, son! Don't ruin mah groove! Me and my BUDS got nothin' to lose!
Buds? You mean those other mouths on the vines that were lookin' at 'em too? Wait, some of them were swung a little too close and- OH CRAP! THEY BLEW OUT THE PILOT LIGHT! Flamethrowers have those little flames that the gas shoots out on to blast the flame at things and they just sorta' blew 'em out like matches. The plant laughed and got ready to fire again. The only reason that ten or so vines didn't suddenly crash down on William now was that Natsuki's vectors swept by to cut them apart!
Natsuki: Nice effort, but could we just stick to the burning part?
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It wasn't William. Hayes was just another guy in the wasteland, looking out for number one. His thought that this was a trap was a reasonable posibility, even though it was actually...you know...wrong. Dudley invited him to talk at the camp with Evan, who was starting to have uhhh...problems. It wasn't withdrawal, though. Medical tests had shown that Evan had an excellent physical tolerance to drugs now. But mentally...he saw a bedraggled funky man in a labcoat standing there with his arms held out like he was on a crucifix, his palms pierced by injection needles. Evan was shocked and shuddering because he knew the man, and continued to try not to look at him even after settling down into a seat.
Evan:
Mason... Why can't I be rid of you?!
He was startled back into attention when Dudley was telling him they should get packing. Evan got up again and nodded at Hayes.
Evan: Nice uhhh...nice meeting you.
"What? No small talk No reminescing from the good old days?"
Evan:
There were no good old days. I read every day of my life to keep you and everyone else out of my head while that STUFF was pumping through the air and I will do it now.
"Yeah, you were a smart kid, Evan. But we know how it all ended. It wasn't the brilliant egghead who ended it all. It was GROGNAK THE BARBARIAN! You remember... On the table? All those cocktails I came up with after I learned what the Enclave had done? Who could guess that the bookworm could have the strength of a TITAN?"
Evan lost it in mid-pack.
Evan: SHUT UP, YOU'RE AN ILLUSION AND ALREADY DEAD, YOU PRICK!!!
He seemed to be shouting that at a tree. A moment later, he was lucid again, no longer in a frigging rage. He looked over at the other two.
Evan: I'm sorry, was that out-loud? I was...trying to keep that in my head.
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Doc: A stimpack? Know ye where you stand? I am Donald Q. Bastion, Doctor-At-Large! I produce a stimpack every half-minute without even realizing it. Take them inside, normal-sized mutants. My creation and I are united once more!
Stimmies were passed around and both Abe and Crawver, plus Head Wet One Worshipper, were shown inside where they would see...a highly-technical mad scientist's lair with several levels and many machines, with super mutants guarding them. The man in the lab coat practically danced up the steps to the higher level.
Doc: My wonderous Wal-Rex, the great Dr. Crawver, MD... If only you knew what had transpired since you were away. Thanks to my research on your mutation, your conversion into a Wal-MAN has allowed me to alter and super-charge the genes of many creatures, though I found that the super mutants were the best candidate so far. The FEV was such a glorious thing, producing their mammoth cousins who may now run across the landscape, crushing small humans that lie in their path. Thanks to you, I have found the next evolution, these radioactive giants who will never die, save for gross violence. And thanks to them, I will have my revenge on the Enclave, and especially on Number One. I'll bet they don't even know that I got Plisskin to infiltrate the base and tamper with Doctor-18's experiments! That was a glory move, my friend! GLORY UNTO MEEE!! Bwa ha ha ha haaaa!!
Crawver, your creator is insane, but that's not really a focus right now. You see, there's a biiig powered door in the middle of the room that sounded like it was over an underground water tank. That would seem familiar, as would uhhh...the splashing and the growling sounds coming from underneath. The ghoul immediately bowed to that spot on the floor.
"OH, GREAT MAKER! The time of the Wet Ones are truly at hand!!"
Doc: What's he going on about? Why is he bowing to Crawver Senior?
What.
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Jackson had an idea of leading Metal Gear Box over to Greyditch. We're not exactly sure why there, per se, but that was his plan. Frank decided that they should give the big robot something to think about by chucking a rather nasty-looking explosive into an unsteady building and calling on Gilford to fire at it on his command.
Gilford: You got it!
[HEADING=1]
POOOOOOWWW!!!!![/HEADING]
The building exploded. Gilford blinked, looked at his launcher, then back at it, and then at Frank.
Gilford: I didn't do that.
Heavy servo-sounds and a large familiar object now standing on top of the building seemed to indicate that the Box had taken action. It had blown the building on its own initiative to gain a vantage point on its enemy? Or...wait. GNR was quiet. Ohhhh...shit. That's bad, isn't it? The robot would probably be firing on them soon, as it had only to overcome balance issues now, because Gilford exploded rubble underneath its feet with his launcher. What happened to the music?
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The only way to stop them was to go to the source. Or rather, the TRUE source. GNR was the place making the transmission, but even a
dumbass member of the Enclave could trace a radio signal. So, when the vertibird had dropped off FalloutScott to run up the stairs and stop the jamming, you could say that a veritable genius was at work. He had stepped into the room, examined the setup thoroughly, and then just simply...switched it off. And just like that, radio communication and scanners were restored. People could talk again.
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Some things had happened while they were heading away from the Citadel. David Davidson was aware of them. Being attacked by BoS grunts was not all that special. No, it was that Rose chick that was clearly the issue. You think a sniper doesn't know? Oh, she was always on his radar, so to speak. After that little fight, David found what he was looking for and acted quickly. An open gap leading down into the tunnels was there, you see, and FalloutDavid turned towards the aiming BoS people and Marlon as if to say "Yeah, I knew all along" as he backhandedly shoved Stan and Wayne into the hole all of a sudden. Then, the back of his powersuit opened up as he flipped backwards out of it into the hole...not entirely in an elegant fashion. Two seconds later, his suit exploded from super tesla weapon shots. However, if it hadn't been obvious from the start that he wasn't in it, then the PlasmUzis poking out of the hole to fire at hanging fragile building parts to make them collapse onto the hole would.
Wayne and Stan had been unexpectedly thrown down here and then the way they came blocked off by the Enclave man's actions. They now beheld a man with dark clothes on - black and navy blue - with a black longcoat on and a strange resemblance to Benedict Cumberbatch [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-hncC_s6XlM], though he obviously hasn't been born in this world...or has he? Still, this smirking individual was David Davidson, pocketing his weapons and apparently now leading them to the Empire of Dave. He answered their questions now, moving in a smooth step as opposed to the usual motions of a powersuit. Fleet of foot, this one was.
FalloutDavid: Essentially, I decided to take over the Republic and a few other territories in the name of...well...me. It seemed fitting, so now there are a number of places with proper transport back to base, should I require it. And if you gentlemen would care to join me, that would be fine. Sadly, I'll have to ask Scotty for another suit... He gets so irritable over it.
He stopped, looking over at Wayne.
FalloutDavid: Oh, and about trade? We'll talk.
And...he kept going.
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They were cleaning up the mess from the fighting, the wrath of Bob, and so on at this time...with Sara Lyons heading down to see what the Scribe wanted. It seemed damn urgent, despite the obvious problems that had arisen here. They met in the archives room, since that was where the data dump happened. Mr. Nigel-Murray was a smallish man, and British in accent, but quite smart.
Mr. Nigel-Murray: We didn't get everything, obviously, and what we DID get seemed like garbage at first...until we decoded it.
Sara: And what did you find?
Mr. Nigel-Murray: Did you know that most irradiated plant-life in the wasteland has learned out to sing?
Sara: Is this what you found or are you spouting irrelevent facts?
Mr. Nigel-Murray: The latter. I do so to concentrate Anyway, the current Enclave has been in heavy secret communication with all of their men in regards to handling a situation very quickly, pointing very large fingers at the U.S. in regards to 'The Red Steel Situation'.
Sara: And do you have any idea what that is?
Mr. Nigel-Murray: No. It might have to do with the ghouls that have been going bonkers lately. There's tale of a red Glowing One out in the wastes and I know that those are VERY rare. Did...you know that rads of a Glowing One can jump-start a generator?
Sara: No, I did not. Did you learn anything else?
Mr. Nigel-Murray: I've discovered that this robot, this MGB, is a direct response to Liberty Prime that was never put into action due to the fact that Prime was destroyed in operation Broken Steel. Oh god...
Sara: You think there's a connection to the two steels.
Mr. Nigel-Murray: It's not impossible, so I'll look into that. In the meantime, the Box robot is looking for the Behemoth Doc. I suggest you give it to him.
He ran off to get back to work. A break, at last...but what was the Enclave up to? Red Steel... They can't be making a new mobile base, right?
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Sam made his shot, sort of. The rear of the vertibird he'd been aiming at had been open, and something had been flung out of it which intersected the path of the blast he'd aimed in that direction. As a result, something that wasn't a vertibird exploded in mid-air and the proximity to ground zero there had caused secondary damage which would affect that vertibird later. In the meantime, the assault was sort of drawing to a close now. Any of the vertibirds that hadn't been hit were leaving, by orders apparently. However, from destroyed vehicles, some things had fallen out, stating with-
"SPAAAAAAACE!!!" [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BVn1oQL9sWg]
-defective Eyebots. This one fell on the head of one of Rose's Thorns and now wouldn't stop babbling. Lucas was holding up another one. [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=scfFWgpvnoM] Larry would have heard that the battle outside was ebbing now, however...right behind him...an Eyebot had systematically managed to skirt all of its traps...and then suddenly spoke! [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-iAUwamHTM4] Outside, while investigating the area of the school now, Oli had another Eyebot who was also a bit talkative... [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bmgdtuufi7c] Was...it hitting on her?
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During the time on the vertibird in which the rear door had been opened and allowed Shifty to come in, there was some business which Bob didn't really care about, an unfolding drama between the undertaker, the superhero, and the girl. Somewhere in the middle of that, Bob moved to pull out a talking eyebot [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4_aVNU_gJYE] from a crate and, seconds later, he chucked it out of the rear, where an explosion of some sort was heard and the vertibird shook briefly.
FalloutBob: Pray continue.
They did, and Bob didn't seem very keen on getting involved. Besides, there was a grinding noise and some other stuff like that to consider, given the fact that someone had just tried to kill them all. A day in the life of a Fallout member... Finally, it all came to a head.
Pilot: Aaah...this is your pilot speaking. Our scheduled flight to the Fort Knox facility will be somewhat delayed due to damages sustained close to the vertibird. The rotors are grinding and our power output is startin' to drop. I've already requested hovercraft to meet us there. Ahhh...we would like to thank you at this time for flying Enclave.
The vertibird came in for a rough landing, harsher than the pilot outlined, in fact. Looks like he broke the landing gears too. This prompted them to pile out and then pile back in...into the waiting Enclave hovercraft, that is. They were jet-propelled, you see, and so the rest of the journey was handled by land. Soon...they were all standing before the doors of the surface perimeter to Fort Knox.
FalloutBob: Home sweet home...
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FalloutJohn didn't even lurch the entire time. He allowed his hand to be shook by Sylph, but he was the Fallout Sector version of a Heavy Trooper, which meant the heaviest armor. He seemed to be rather level-headed in his own funny way too. For instance...
"Heeeeeeeeeeey Mister Power Jammy Jams. Smoking's bad for you. You should stop."
FalloutJohn: No.
"You should."
FalloutJohn: No.
"Hey! Give me that cigarette Mister Power Jammy Jams. Gimme gimme gimme!"
FalloutJohn: No.
He only kind-of-looked when Sylph excitedly pointed out somebody else around, and only went "Meh." in reaction to Beryl's whole issue with her gun, It wasn't really a thing that would bother him, since he was a walking sort of a tank-man with anti-tank weaponry coded to the use of his powersuit. And then, there was Johnny Truant.
"Hello, FalloutJohn. What brings you here? And...how do you know Sylph, here? Well... however you met, don't even think of trying to hurt this one, got it?"
FalloutJohn: I was about to ask
you all that, man. And uhh...threats aren't workin' on me.
Maybe it was because he got bored easily and needed some sort of distraction that exploded every now and then, but somehow Johnny and the Editor with the anecdote weren't doing it for him. Even when the guy was talking about the Enclave, it was just noise noise noise until FINALLY the Editor actually started talking.
FalloutJohn: Wow, I thought you'd
never get to a point. It was like talking molerats until you stepped in. Anyway, I heard it was 'Annex Megaton'. You know...territory. It's highly-defensable, as you well-know. Well, not from the air, which is sort of the point, but it looks like they had more weapons than we thought. But uhh...all that jibber-jabber from your pet molerat? New Enclave doesn't even care.
There seemed to be a new guy in a helmet which FalloutJohn quirked an eyebrow at inside his suit, but didn't say anything about. They were going on about some...naming issue or something. Unimportant, though. He laughed, briefly, at Johnny's mention of the guy that died in the overly-complicated pit of doom. Helmet-Head decided to call himself Mr. Smith. That's funny, he didn't have a black suit on. There seemed to be some contention in this group in the form of Beryl, who was not pleased with the world she was in, obviously. She made Sylph stand still after she smiley-faced the Smith. Kind of an odd group, really. He remained mostly silent while stuff continued, then finally...
FalloutJohn: Yeah... I've sent for a hovercraft to take you all to base where, given the look of things, you might actually kill each other on the way because you're dysfunctional and weird. But hey, I'll have a laugh, so great day for me. He should be here anytime now, unless anyone here wants to suddenly run for it while I have enough gunnery on hand to make Deathclaws extinct.
Bad day for hapless wanderers and weirdoes alike.
